“Hot in here, isn’t it?”
“There’s a heat wave going on,” Harry responded out of the side of his mouth while engaged in a halfhearted attempt at learning the exam schedule.
“Mmhmm. Sure is. Sucks, that. Great for tequila though.”
“It’s tequila weather.”
“Tacos, too. You know, since it’s a Tuesday.”
Harry wasn’t sure Theo had looked at the front of the class a single time since the lesson had begun. His entire focus, and a substantial amount of his quite overwhelming charm, seemed centered exclusively on Harry.
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30 Apr 2021
After Hermione Granger gives him a present in the form of a record by some supposedly popular Muggle band, Draco Malfoy scrambles with what to do next.
This was a great plan. An excellent plan. It was going to work fine.
This was Draco’s dumbest idea since every failed murder attempt his sixteen-year-old self was arrogant and desperate enough to believe would actually succeed.
"Imagine my surprise when I’m trying to leave The Owlery after waiting for the rain to die out for over an hour, only to find you fucking bleeding out on the stairs. What were you thinking?”
As far as confrontations go, this one's a little complicated.
One Sunday morning, Draco paints. Hermione is just there to look pretty and tease him.
From Hogwarts to after the war, Harry has many missions, but perhaps not many as pleasing as this one. Ginny knows all of Harry’s ticklish spots, but where are hers? Originally a drabble on my tumblr, this one grew into a sweet pwp, fluffy piece of fluff. ;)