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t-o-m-i-o-n-e · 8 months

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pt. 1

i am lord voldemort

#tomione #hermione granger #emma watson #otp #tom riddle jr #emma watson edit #tom riddle #tomione edit #hermione edit #chamber of secrets #hpedit #hp gif #hpshipsnet #harry potter manip #harry potter edit #harry potter

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sylthrein · 1 year

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365 relationships; harry potter and hermione granger

and it might have been a good idea to mention how ugly you think i am too,” hermione added as an afterthought. “but i don't think you're ugly,” said harry, bemused. hermione laughed.

#harmione #hp #moodboard #365ships #harry x hermione #harrypotteredit #hermionegrangeredit #harmioneedit #hpedit #mine #*#rorygilmoore #userdaniella #wizardsuzy #margtrobb #hpshipsnet #paletmblr

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janeaustenlover · 1 year

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I suppose the real reason Ginny Weasley’s like this is because she opened her heart and spilled all her secrets to an invisible stranger.

happy valentine’s day, doc

#tom x ginny #gin n tonic #hpedit #tom riddle #ginny weasley #hprarepairnet #slytherdornet #ginny x tom #hpshipsnet #did i make it out of spite?? because even decades later tomginny doesn't get enough credit?? maybe #did i use only book quotes to highlight how canon they are??? probably #but you know what?? i'm that meme 'a million number of fans i'm one of them ten fans i'm one of them only one fan THAT IS ME'#when it comes to gin n tonic i don't careeee #out of blood and tears and ink she made him and he'll never leave her #ANYWAYS thefudge dude happy a stupid marketing driven holiday #st valentine or other higher power unquestionably blessed the rhythm of your words because it is just fckng exquisite #thank you for stucking here with us mere mortals uwu #shitty things i do for love

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medicangels · 3 years

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nymphadora tonks x fleur delacour

the couple that should have been.

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tragicdeadgirl · 4 years

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james and sirius + years at hogwarts (1971-1978)

“Never saw one without the other, did you? Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter!” // lucas jade zumann as james & finn wolfhard as sirius

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faheyjespers · 4 years

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— grief is just love with no place to go...

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aesthetics-for-harry-potter · 3 years

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Moodboard of James x Lily.

Face-claims: Richard Ayoade and Katherine Parkinson.

Requested by: anon.

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sistersblack · 4 years

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@hprarepairnet: narcissa challenge

L U C I U S & N A R C I S S A M A L F O Y you’re a hard man to love & i’m a hard woman to keep track of.

#lucissa #hpedit #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #hprarepairnet #purebloodnet #hpshipsnet #dailypotter #edit #mine #the caption only works if u know the tune of the song i think but sfsdfsdvs #i'm bored waiting at the hospital so why not

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slytherdornet · 3 years

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Please join us at the @hprarepairnet and @slytherdornet for our next bi-weekly challenge! From January 2nd to January 16th, we will be holding a Fairy Tale AU Challenge!

This challenge is open to everyone, and in order to participate, you just have to make some kind of content related to your favorite ships in a fairy tale AU! The pairings need to be a slytherdor or rare pairing (this includes triads)! The content you create can be writing, edits, playlists, etc. anything you can think of.

When you make your post, please have a caption similar to: @hprarepairnet & @slytherdornet - fairy tale au challenge

Also tag us with #hprarepairnet and #slytherdornet so we can reblog your content! Signal boost this post so everyone can join us!

#hprarepairnet #slytherdornet #hpedit #magicfolk #rarepotterpairs #hptriadsnet #hp rare pair #hp rare pairs #hpshipsnet #hp ships #rare pair #rare pairs

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wandlores · 4 years

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Game On

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Neville Longbottom Words: 1,197 You can also read this on AO3. This is for the @hprarepairnet and @slytherdornet Professors Challenge! I am also dedicating this to @lysatullys. Ily Em. Thanks for always being there!

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Neville Longbottom never expected Scorpius Malfoy to be his favorite student once he became professor at Hogwarts. Not only was Scorpius the complete opposite of his father, he was also a brilliant student. It reminded him of his good old friend, Hermione Granger.. only Scorpius Malfoy was much quieter and much shyer than Hermione had ever been.

It alarmed Neville when Scorpius's grades started to decline in the middle of his third year. Herbology had always been one of his top subjects; Scorpius had even talked with Neville about wanting to replace him once he retired. It made his heart swell that he could actually be a mentor or at least a positive influence to a Malfoy after everything. Scorpius got his kindness from his mother, that was for sure.

But it was then that Neville heard about Scorpius's mother. She died from complications regarding her blood curse; Scorpius was inconsolable even if he didn't show it. That meant that his grades started to flop, and his best friend Albus couldn't even pull him out of it.

That meant one thing, it was time for Neville to call in Scorpius's father for a parent-teacher conference.

Neville hadn't seen Draco in years, and he wanted to keep it that way. Neville spent most his time alone now anyway unless he was in a pub with Ron or out on a nature hike with Luna. He occasionally saw the Potters, but they were busy with their own lives and children. After his divorce from Hannah, he would be lying if he said he hadn't become sort of a hermit. Maybe it was the shame that his marriage didn't work out; maybe it was the fact that Neville kept it a secret that he was actually gay.

So he would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous as he wrote Draco Malfoy a letter in his lazy scrawl asking him to meet with him about Scorpius's class performance. He knew Malfoy's penmanship was perfect; it was just another thing he could knock him on after all these years. As the owl flew away, he took a deep breath and put his head on his desk. All he could do now was wait.

To Neville's surprise, Draco responded almost immediately to his owl. He did not have any snide comments in his note back, he just told Neville he would meet with him the next day after classes were over.

Neville fussed with his shirt collar as his first years left his class. He could see some of them eyeing him suspiciously while others were blissfully oblivious; he missed those days.

After his last student walked out of the greenhouse, Draco Malfoy sauntered in right on time. He looked impeccable, as always. His suit was neatly pressed, and his collar was perfectly angled in a way that Neville's would never be. He could feel the back of his neck heating up at the thought of his own imperfection.

"Longbottom," Malfoy greeted him. He didn't say anything more. His steely grey eyes just pierced through Neville's, and it made Neville have to swallow a ball in his throat.

"Malfoy," Neville finally responded. He motioned for Draco to sit down in front of his greenhouse desk.

Once they took their seats, Neville started to fiddle with his collar again. He had no idea how to start this conversation, so naturally, Draco did.

"I can see you are still quite the conversationalist like you were in school," Draco commented snidely, "I'm not sure what else I expected."

"Shove off, Malfoy." It was childish, and it was the first response that came out of his mouth. This made Draco smirk.

"I can still get under your skin too, I see. Why don't we just talk about my son? I have things I need to do."

It was then that Neville noticed the bags under Draco's eyes. He was exhausted, and it dawned on Neville the toll that losing his wife must have taken on him. Neville suddenly felt sorry for him.

"I'm-I'm sorry for wasting your time, and I'm sorry about Astoria," Neville fumbled, "She-she was incredibly sweet. I only met her once, but Scorpius is a lot like her-"

"And not like me?" Draco commented. He didn't seem offended, but Neville was embarrassed.

"That's not what I-"

"But it's the truth," Draco told him, "I'm forever thankful Scorpius only took after my appearance, and I appreciate your condolences. It has been.. hard.. losing my best friend."

"I can imagine."

"Was that how it felt when you lost Hannah? I mean, I know she didn't pass but-"

This comment stunned Draco. Of course everyone would know. The wizarding community was ultimately small, but he didn't think Draco would bring it up in a way that wasn't to mock him.

"It was," Neville told him, "But it was for the best. It just... was never going to work out."

"Why?" Draco pressed.

Draco had leaned forward in his seat with his hands in his lap. They were knotted together, but Neville noticed Draco's breath quicken in his chest. It was as though he could hear his heart beats, or maybe that was just his own.

"I-I.."

"You don't need to explain," Draco stopped him, "I.. I get it. Astoria and I had a particular.. understanding... so it worked."

"U-understanding?"

"Yeah," Draco told him, "She knew I was gay, but she was aromantic. She didn't care, she just wanted my companionship. She genuinely was my best friend."

The bluntness threw Neville off. He could feel his eyes widen, and he watched Draco's mouth turn up in a slight smile.

"I can tell by your look you really do understand, but I get the vibe that Hannah did care once she found out."

"I-"

But before Neville could even comment on what just happened, Draco changed the subject, "We should talk about Scorpius's performance. I just want to let you know that I am taking him to talk to someone. Astoria recommended it to me before she passed. I'm sure his grade will improve once some time has passed. If it doesn't, let me know."

All Neville could do was nod.

Draco got up from his seat then and didn't say another word. He just walked toward the exit of the greenhouse, but then he paused. It made Neville hold his breath.

When Draco turned around, Neville noticed that his cheeks were slightly pink. It was the only color Neville had ever seen in his old foes face.

"I-I was wondering, Longbottom, would you like to get a drink sometime.. or right now? If you have another guy you are seeing, I completely understand but-"

He was nervously rambling, and this made Neville smirk. He got up from his seat and approached Draco. They were now the same height like they never were in school. Neville watched as Draco's gaze flicked to his lips.

"I can see you aren't the conversationalist you used to be," Neville teased, "But I think I can handle a drink with you."

Neville wasn't sure where the confidence boost came, but Draco gave him a smile that was a challenge.

Game on.

#hprarepairnet #slytherdornet #mywriting #dreville #draco x neville #neville x draco #draco malfoy #neville longbottom #draco #neville #hp #hp ships #hp rare pair #rareplants #hp rare pairs #hpshipsnet #rarepotterpairs #hpedit #magicfolk

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charrdricnet · 4 years

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separate but equally terrible nightmares (cedric/cho/harry)

a/n: i’m doing a monologue for my acting class (over zoom lol) and the title of this fic is a line from my monologue!! some angsty fluff, fluffy angst, whatever you wanna call it. i usually don’t write on here as i have my own fanfic accounts but this didn’t feel like something i wanted to post there, so i guess you guys can have it, lol. i hope you guys enjoy!! if you do, i’d love to know, maybe i’ll write more for this ship and post it here.

Even while dreaming, things manage to go wrong for Harry.

Suddenly, doused in sleep, he becomes fourteen again, terrified and stomach turning as the tournament should be ending, but instead, he stands in a graveyard, one hand still on the cup, the other interlocked with someone else’s fingers.

He hears the shrill, weak voice cry the three words that have haunted him for years: “Kill the spare!”

He dreams of cold, lifeless skin and ghostly apparitions begging him to bring the body back. Usually, the dreams are soaked with truth—Cedric's hazel eyes stare blankly, his deep voice rings out and chills him to the bone.

Sometimes, the spare is someone else. Long black hair and warm skin, her lips parted in a final cry. Harry has no idea why she’s even here, she wasn’t a part of this, why is Cho here? But he supposes that dreams rarely bother with logic.

The worst dreams are when it’s the two of them, not always in that graveyard, but on stretchers in the great hall among the other fallen soldiers of a war that they did not sign up to fight in.

Cedric and Cho lay between bodies of fellow students, all much too young to have died, let alone in such a horrible way. And Harry finds them, their fingers still entwined, but lifelessly stiff.

The nightmares are persistent, but his soft whimpers and movement does not go unnoticed.

A strong hand grips his shoulder, whispering soothing words, voice still thick with sleep, but comforting nevertheless. On his other side, a smaller body snuggles close, stroking his hair, almond eyes not even needing to open to find him in the sheets.

It’s then that memories comfort him. Cedric had lived that day, Pettigrew’s Killing Curse narrowly missing him, but the flash of green fooled them as the teenager played dead, fear coursing through him, and a surge of protectiveness over Harry, too.

The two had returned from the graveyard when Harry ran for the cup, grabbing Cedric too, refusing to leave his body there...only for a hand to grip him back, the two of them hugging and crying in the middle of the Quidditch field, back at Hogwarts, messengers of news no one wanted to hear.

Dumbledore’s Army brought Harry and Cho close. Her and Cedric were still dating at the time, although he’d graduated, but there was still a deep connection form between the three of them.

In her dreams, Cho sees the Battle.

She sees faces frozen, faces she’s passed in the hallways for years, suddenly gone. She remembers spells flying, the shouting, the blood. She remembers dust and dirt caked on her skin, tears tracked through the grime.

She remembers searching for Cedric when the dust had settled, calling his name in the swarms of students, fearing the worst. She had already almost lost him once.

Except in her dreams, she enters the Hall, expecting to see him getting a small wound patched, and instead finding him lying beside his fellow fallen students. All of the bodies are fresh, except Cedric has already begun to decay, his eyes sunken in and his bones poking through in places.

She mutters his name in her sleep, and feels the stirring beside her, but it’s not enough to wake her. Cedric’s body opens its eyes, and reaches for her hand. She jolts up, screaming his name once more.

The lights are flicked on, and Cedric’s arms wrap around her shoulders. Harry sits beside them both, green eyes soft and sleepy, and she motions for him to join the hug, because while she’d dreamt about Cedric that night, it had been him last week.

They switch positions in the bed, putting her between her two boys, who always give her space when she needs it, and always give her love when she needs that more.

It was Cho who kissed Harry first in the Room of Requirement, and when he pulled back, telling her they couldn’t do that to Cedric, she’d chuckled, and replied: “He encouraged me to give it a shot, actually.”

It hadn’t gone anywhere at the time. It was complicated enough for her and Cedric to be together, let alone adding a third person into the mix, especially on the brink of a war.

When Cedric has nightmares, he’s in the graveyard. He lies there, still, and listens to Harry’s screams, listens to him be cut, be taunted, be on the brink of his own death. He just listens, he doesn’t do anything. And when Harry dies there, terrified and utterly alone, Cedric stays still, and doesn’t do a thing to save the younger boy he’s grown so attached to.

He takes the Cup when he finds the chance, and he leaves Harry’s body there, because if he goes for it, he’ll most likely be killed. He returns to Hogwarts, a Triwizard champion, but also the reason that The Boy Who Lived is dead, and Voldemort is back.

If he had just gone for his wand, if he had just been brave enough to help—

His eyes flutter open as he feels Harry snuggle closer in his arms, feels the tickle of messy hair beneath his chin, the warmth of his chest pressed to his. Harry is right in his arms, and Cho is lying just a few inches away, too, and her face is illuminated by the moonlight through the window.

After the Battle, the three of them were reunited. Helping to rebuild Hogwarts, making sure all the dead were remembered, being active in the Ministry.

While Harry finished his seventh year, Cho went into Quidditch training for the Tutshell Tornados, and Cedric delved into the world of broom-making, and the three of them felt a shift in their relationship. They were treading the path of more than friends, evident in the way glances lingered on lips and fingers brushing made cheeks red.

Two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the three of them sleep side-by-side in a bed that’s definitely only meant for two people, but a bit of magic stretches it to the perfect size. They all have nightmares sometimes, more nights than not, but they also have each other, and it gets them through.

#charrdric #primary seekers #cho chang #cedric diggory #harry potter #harry x cho x cedric #cho x harry x cedric #cedric x cho x harry #harry x cedric x cho #hptriadsnet #polypotterpairs #hprarepairnet #hpshipsnet

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sylthrein · 1 year

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365 relationships; fred weasley and hermione granger

and what’s happened to your eye, hermione?

#fremione #hp #moodboard #365ships #fred x hermione #fredweasleyedit #hermionegrangeredit #hpedit #fremioneedit #mine #*#grangerweasley #usersabrina #hpshipsnet #hermione x fred

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janeaustenlover · 1 year

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Oh, Ginny he remembered. Ginny he knew. Ginny who he recollected by the crack of her bones beneath his gripping hand, her body squirming under his as she tried to get away from him, the scent of salty tears and her own terror. He had always known he would find her again, somehow.

#hpedit #tom x ginny #hprarepairnet #slytherdornet #ginnyweasleyedit #tomriddleedit #gin n tonic #ginny x tom #hpshipsnet #hp #tom riddle #ginny weasley #shitty things i do for love #this edit almost killed me but i'm finally free #tbh i just gave up and posted a draft BEST DECISION EVER #i love deep conversations like yes share your soul with me #you saved my life he says i owe you everything #you don’t i say let’s just get going let’s just get gone #but he’s relentless keeps saying i owe you #but i’m always saving and you’re always owing and i’m tired of asking to settle the debt #i say i want you inside me and you split me open with a knife #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#she is what he tore out of himself to become what he had to become and #he is what she tore out of herself to make him all her rage and all her hate and all her poisoned love #out of blood and tears and ink she made him and he'll never leave her #sick revolting desperateeee #SUDDEN GINNYTOM FEELS #sorry i needed to vent

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marauuders · 5 years

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“I wish,” she said in a whisper, “That your fingers itched to braid my hair, that your lips craved to say my name, that your eyes searched for mine in the dark. I wish you loved me.”

There was silence, then the soft laughter of the summer breeze, the happy murmurs of the wildflowers.

“I already do.”

The days passed as sweet as their love; the nights danced as fresh as their life.

@witchsweekly Pride Month event: w|w ships ➺ Ginny Weasley x Luna Lovegood

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tragicdeadgirl · 5 years

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lily and james + years at hogwarts (1971-1978)

"Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you've just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can — I'm surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK." // elle fanning as lily & lucas jade zumann as james

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medicangels · 4 years

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“My bloodline is irrelevant.”

↳ @dramiones — will you go to the yule ball with me?

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