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leviosa-a · 2 years
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hermione jean granger || brightest witch of her age
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kahhorri · 2 years
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HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE
‘Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.’
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wylanvnneck · 3 years
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Books! And cleverness! There are more important things – friendship and bravery and – oh Harry – be careful!
Happy Birthday, Hermione Granger!
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dailyflicks · 3 years
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erissed · 3 years
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Stop, stop, stop! You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong.
HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE (2001) dir. Chris Columbus
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nicknelsonnn · 3 years
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@wizardingworldonline event 02 - hogwarts houses - slytherin
happy slytherin appreciation day!
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maddiebuckley · 2 years
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@wizardingworldonline event 11 | relatable characters
the brightest witch of her age.
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henwilsons · 3 years
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hogwarts houses as elements: fire, air, water, earth for gryffindor, ravenclaw, slytherin and hufflepuff respectively. (insp.)
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ginnyweasely · 3 years
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golden trio era + zodiac signs
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dailyhpgifs · 3 years
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HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN (2004) dir. Alfonso Cuarón
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fidellius · 3 years
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HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE
“You said Professor Slughorn would try to collect me.” “I did.” “Do you want me to let him?”
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leviosa-a · 2 years
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malfoy musings
the one where he falls asleep in the wrong place
Hermione had just finished up her astronomy essay as she packed up her things. Glancing out the window of the Gryffindor common room, she could see the mid-afternoon sun glistening off the waters of the Black Lake.
“Finally,” she muttered to herself, “finished before nightfall.”
Searching around the room, she noticed it was abysmally quiet. She wondered if everyone but herself had taken the day to roam the grounds. Ron, Harry, and Ginny were caught up practicing for the upcoming Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, leaving Hermione to get ahead on next week’s assignments. Which she did. All of them. Even the extra credit potions essay that she certainly didn’t need to do.
Sighing to herself, she realized how completely unprepared she was to have free time. A familiar rumble in her stomach made her realize she missed lunch. After a moment, she decided to go downstairs to the kitchens in search of a snack. It had been a while since she visited the house elves, anyway.
She allowed herself to wander lazily through the corridors. The fresh spring air had pulled most of the students out into the afternoon sun. Quidditch practice would likely last well into nightfall, leaving Hermione to her own devices for a few hours. Maybe after a snack, she could visit the library to see if the new Gainsworth work she had reserved was ready. She rarely found herself with time to read for pleasure these days.
Hermione reached the doors of the kitchens and pushed them open slowly. She found herself in a long hallway filled with extra tables, tablecloths, and dining china. The walls were stacked high with old chairs and portraits that had long lost their residents. She could hear a faint clamor behind the door at the end of the hall, and knew the house elves were hard at work preparing dinner. The aroma from the kitchen filled the air and reminded Hermione of freshly baked bread from the bakery down the street from her childhood home.
Smiling gently at the memory, Hermione made her way down the hallway before freezing at the noise of a faint rustle. Turning slowly to the side, she could barely see a pair of black loafers sticking out from behind a table. Moving closer to investigate, she noticed the loafers were indeed attached to a body. The body was sprawled out near the far corner of the room, laying on an old white dining linen. Curiosity filled her mind as she peered around the table to find the owner of the loafers. Her eyes examined the figure slowly. A small book was in his lap, apparently forgotten as he dozed away. His robes were disheveled, and his shirt was untucked from his trousers just enough to show the tiniest glimpse of skin on his hipbone. Hermione noticed his blonde hair was tousled just enough to show he had been asleep for a while. One bright blonde lock had fallen across his eyes and tickled his nose-
Bright blonde. Slytherin robes. A small gasp escaped Hermione’s lips as she realized the figure asleep in front of her was none other than Draco Malfoy. He looked so serene, she barely recognized him. Without the malice that typically accompanied an encounter with Malfoy, Hermione realized he looked like an average boy. Okay, maybe he was well above average in the looks department. His smooth skin was almost luminous, and the contour of his jawline suggested he wasn’t the same little boy she knew as a first year. No, this version had matured in all the right ways. A blush tore across her face as she realized the turn her thoughts had taken. She was staring- at Malfoy.
Quickly gathering herself, she turned away and headed the other direction. The last thing she needed was for him to wake up and notice her staring.
‘’Mione?”
Frozen in place, a deep shiver went down Hermione’s spine. The sound was barely audible, she couldn’t even decipher if it was real. Perhaps she was just imagining it. Besides, he had never referred to her as anything except Granger. And Mudblood.
“Granger?”
She slowly turned towards the voice, the heat of embarrassment rising in her cheeks.
“Are you spying on me?” Draco drawled, sitting himself up to lean back on his elbows. Despite the daze in his eye, his gaze was piercing. Hermione had the sudden thought that maybe he could see directly through her, down to her soul. Dragging out the deepest, darkest secrets she had never even muttered aloud. She had the urge to run, but she was paralyzed. Locked under his gaze.
“N- No of course not,” Hermione stammered, breaking away from his gaze and staring at her feet.
Draco stood, arms crossed lazily across his chest as he looked Hermione up and down.
“Then why are you here, Mudblood?” He sneered, the typical Malfoy charm returning.
“I was just on my way to the kitchens. It’s not my fault you chose the most inconvenient space for an afternoon nap. Why are you here, anyway? Don’t they have couches in the Slytherin common room? Or is it just full of stone slabs and snakes?” Hermione felt the heat building in her abdomen. Something about him standing here, acting as if she was in the wrong for simply existing in the same room as him, made her stomach twist in irritation. If there were any other emotions brewing in there, Hermione made a point to Not Pay Attention.
“On your way to the kitchens? What, roleplaying house elf tonight?” As the words left his mouth, Draco was taking slow strides toward Hermione. His gaze was fixed on hers, sparkling with something she couldn’t quite place. Hatred? Curiosity?
“Oh, fuck off Malfoy.” Hermione snarled, hand instinctively grasping at her wand by her side.
Draco’s eyebrows lifted and he let out a chuckle, seemingly surprised at Hermione’s language. At the noise, she suddenly became acutely aware that the space between them had been minimized to about a space. Her breath hitched as she caught a whiff of his scent. It was a mixture of citrus aftershave, pine, and... spearmint toothpaste.
Before she could make any reckless decisions, Draco turned on his heel and gathered his books, marking the end of the interaction. She turned away, forgetting the purpose of her trip and only thinking about getting far, far, away. Before she reached the end of the hall, she heard him clear his throat.
“It’s quiet down here. And warm. I get tired of hearing Crabbe and Goyle fail at attempting to read. Sometimes I just want to be somewhere away from... it all.” Draco’s voice falters on the last sentence.
“Oh, and Granger?” Hermione spins to make eye contact with Draco, noticing a sparkle in his eyes she can’t quite place. It’s subtle, but there.
“If you try interrupting me again, I’ll make you regret it.” A crooked grin sends Hermione bolting through the doors and back to the Gryffindor common room before she even has time to notice the butterflies making their way to the pit of her stomach. She didn’t even have time to wonder if the faint whisper of her given name was real or imagined.
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kahhorri · 2 years
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@paletmblr event v: the golden trio
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regulus-black · 2 years
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@wizardingworldonline​ event 10 | crossovers - charles & camilla macaulay as beauxbatons students.
“And then there were a pair, boy and girl. [. . .] I thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend, until one day I saw them up close and realized they had to be siblings. Later I learned they were twins.”
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hpotters · 2 years
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Harry Potter Aesthetics — Lily Evans Potter
One of the brightest I ever taught. Vivacious, you know. Charming girl.
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riettveld · 2 years
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@wizardingworldonline​ event 09 | A N T A G O N I S T S
“It is exceptionally lonely, being Draco Malfoy. I will always be suspected. There is no escaping the past.”
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