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nina-scribbles · 1 year
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Just some 8th years, making overdue friendships, chilling in the library. (pls click for better quality)
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headcanon: Ron makes fun of Harry dying a virgin all the time
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cluelesspigeons · 1 year
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This is written for the prompt ‘crown’ from @drarrymicrofic
Word count: 201
Drarry microfic: detention
Headmistress McGonagall’s office was warm and cosy, though Harry didn’t feel at ease right now. Nervous energy was running through him.
“I know you two have a… history of disliking each other. But this… this truly takes the crown.” McGonagall shook her head, taking a small sip of her tea. “I still cannot believe it.”
“Professor, I—”
“No, Mr. Malfoy, I don’t want to hear your excuses.” She gave them both a stern look. “You’re both Eighth Years now. You should have known better than to start a fight in the middle of the corridor. Again. For Merlin’s sake, you should be the ones setting a good example!”
Harry sighed. He looked down at the ground, ashamed. “I’m sorry, Professor.”
The room fell silent. Even the portraits seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for McGonagall’s verdict. “Two months detention for the both of you. You will be helping the new DADA professor Mr. Brumby after classes to clean his classroom.”
She waited a moment to let the information sink in, her expression unreadable. “You both may go now.”
On their way down the spiralling staircase, Harry and Draco shared a look. Their plan had worked better than they had intended.
Prompt from November 25th
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deku-kachan · 1 year
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*Post- Hogwarts War/Eighth Year*
Harry subtle as a troll Potter: Malfoy's late.
Hermoine absolutely done with this idiot Granger: Oh for Merlin's sake!
Harry, raising his hands defensively: What?! I'm just saying!
Hermoine, packing her things: I can not do this ANOTHER year!
Ron clueless as heck Weasley: You're skipping class? Bloody hell!
Hermoine, already at the door: Until Harry snogs the shit out of Malfoy, this is how it will be.
Ron, choking on air: WHAT?!
Harry, blushing like an idiot: WHAT?!
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noreamea · 2 months
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drarrargh · 4 months
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happy 2024 guys!! my new year’s resolution is to make more little shitty comics for you guys<3
on that note, here’s crookshanks!
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slitheriyn · 2 months
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these two losers (affectionate) again
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forgetmenot987 · 1 year
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『reconcile』
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ellemisc · 1 year
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eighth year really just warms my heart okay
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theoshn · 2 months
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Draco getting peer pressured into an 8th-year game of truth or dare while wearing Harry’s socks
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babooshkart · 11 months
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the boys are “studying” for @okay-sky 💕 thank you, Skylar!
doodle gift as a thank you for donating to Rooney’s Top Surgery Fund! Let’s help Rooney meet his goal! (donations totalling £25 and up may request a doodle from me from any fandom/pairing!)
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threadingfate7 · 7 months
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i'm not sure if i'll ever finish this piece so i might as well post it now !! drarry in the 8th year common room <3
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autumnweeen · 1 month
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Golden Girl on the Prowl - NOW COMPLETE
Rated M
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Summary - Rita Skeeter is doing her thing again, and Hermione is not having it.
Draco doesn’t mind being featured in the Prophet, except this time, it could ruin his friendship with Granger.
And he’s grown rather fond of having her close.
This is an eighth year, head boy/girl, funny fic with a side of Hansy and Slytherins who like Hermione. It’s fluffy and at times a little bit angsty. Plus, a HEA with two epilogues.
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deku-kachan · 1 year
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Draco Malfoy writes Poetry after the war? Lets do it-
Do Not Blame Me.
Do not blame me.
For leaving thorns without the rose.
And deciding on not friend, but foe.
Do not blame me.
For presenting twisted facts.
And forgoing kind acts.
Do not blame me.
For raising sneers and jeers,
And belittled fears.
Blame your own self.
I, once, graciously offered a truce.
The means, perhaps, misunderstood.
But you shall face the cursed truth.
A well-shaken hand, was all it took.
-D.B.M
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quail-in-red · 1 year
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just a little sneaking around (in broad daylight)
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drarrargh · 1 year
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handshake 2.0
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