Say It Ain't So, chapter 7
More flashback scenes, tea with Narcissa, and the first big event showing us that there's something (of course) not right at Hogwarts this year.
Longest chapter yet at just over 10K words 😳
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professors snape, sinistra, and burbage
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learning that self deprecation isnt cool and just makes the people around you uncomfortable unironically improved my mental health a lot. like if you just stop saying negative shit about yourself you will genuinely like yourself more and other people wont be repulsed by your attitude and you will have more friends. it's true.
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young me especially would have hated hearing this but networking is literally the most important thing you can do to improve your situation like forget economic barriers to education etc just keep making friends with different people and eventually someone will offer you a hand up just because they dig your vibe and that is exactly all that's happening when undeserving people surpass you anyway
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Draco HATES it. 😤
Hermione finally caved in and let Lavender use some sleek-easy potion and some extra strong hold spells on her hair.
Naturally, Draco absolutely HATES it since he secretly loves her wild curls.
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its official: tumblr is selling our data to Midjourney
we'd been hearing rumors about this for a bit but now its open and out there. some details from this article
it goes without saying, but if @staff goes through with this its going to be an utter shitshow and im all but certain the website will not survive it.
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“I’m asking Theodore Nott to the Ball,” said Hermione, dumping her books on the desk. Ginny raised a brow.
“Do you even know who that is?”
“Oh, shush." Hermione took out an emerald green cover from the pile. “I found his sketchbook. The one that's always on his desk."
“Must be some wicked sketches if they've breached your Quidditch-player fever.” Ginny snatched it.
“I suffer from no such ailment,” she scoffed, but her smile gave her away. More seriously, she said, “I’m lonely, Gin.”
All jokes aside, Ginny felt it, too. “But what's so special about Theo Nott?” She didn’t get it. Hermione could have literally anybody.
“Look at the drawings.” Hermione grinned.
“You snooped?” Ginny tutted. “Naughty, Ms Granger.”
She flipped the cover, licking her tongue to turn the thick pages with an exaggerated flair. “Shut up,” she cried a few pages in. “Shut up!”
“I know,” said Hermione. “There’s maybe a dozen of them in there.”
“And this doesn’t seem creepy to you?”
Hermione shrugged. “They’re harmless. Look, they’re all from a distance. See that one in the classroom? I think it’s from Transfiguration. My hair was braided like that one morning. They’re rather beautiful.”
Ginny sang out, “He liiikes you.”
She handed the sketchbook back, and Hermione began casting spells over it.
“What are you doing?”
“Locking it up.”
“Not only did you snoop, but you also broke his privacy charms?” Ginny’s grin widened.
"I'm Head Girl," she reasoned. "Simply monitoring."
Ginny kicked Hermione under the table, giving her the hurry-up-and-get-on-with-it eyes. Theo Nott had just entered the library with Malfoy, who seemed to have come from Quidditch practice.
Hermione finished casting her spells, then tousled her hair, pretending to study.
As the Slytherins passed by their table, Hermione called out innocently, “Theodore?”
Theo turned at the sound of his name, appearing confused, or maybe distrustful, when he realised it was Hermione. Odd for a bloke supposedly obsessed with her.
“I found your sketchbook,” she said, holding it up.
Malfoy stepped forward, hand outstretched. “That’s mine, actually.”
(340 words, prompt: that's mine actually, cross-posted from twitter)
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Little old Italian lady: Do you have zucchini?
Me: Yes, right here.
Lady: Is how much?
Me: $2.99 a pound.
Lady: It's usually $1.49.
Me: Yes, in the summer.
Lady, pauses, then grabs two: I put it in a soup.
Me: Oh nice, what kind are you making?
Lady: You will not fantasize about my soup.
And then she walked away. "You will not fantasize about my soup" will be in my head forever. I love you, little old Italian lady.
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It's really fucked up when you treat characters like people and people like characters.
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Say It Ain't So, a dramione story
After five years of awkward, helpless pining in the shadows, Draco Malfoy is finally ready to step out of his family's cruel legacy and stand on his own. His goals?
✔️ Take Muggle Studies to figure out what's 'out there'
✔️ Socialize with more students from the other houses
✖️ Finally tell Hermione Granger how he's felt since Year 1
What to expect: Draco's POV. Amortentia trope. Slytherin gang. Hermione is effectively teaching muggle studies in her monthly club. The excitement of the Yule Ball has now necessitated regular dances at Hogwarts. Muggle music. The prefect bathroom is not a bad place for a bath. Moaning Myrtle is a hilarious menace and paid actor.
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