Why do people make draco so promiscuous in fan fics? He literally only had one girlfriend throughout the entire series (and only one eye fucking partner [Harry]). Plus he grew up in a traditional home that probably didnt allow sex before marriage
Why do people do the same for Lucius too? Like seriously, nearly every fic I read he’s made into a sex god who lost his virginity at 13 (???????)
THANK YOU. Like, one of the Slytherin values is traditionalism so why?? do?? people?? think?? they’re?? sex?? gods?? and?? goddesses?? like?? they?? probably?? wait?? for?? marriage??
the thing that boggles my mind is that Harry’s always depicted as a blushing virgin in the face of Draco’s ~prowess~ when, as we all know, Draco is a giant nerd who wouldn’t know what suave is if it bit him in the ass. when you think about it, Harry is probably the one more likely to fluster Draco because he’s a sassy little shit who I have no doubt will waggle his eyebrows at Draco from across the room and whisper dirty pick up lines in his ear at public events just to rile him up.
okay I had to reblog this again because suave!sassy!flirty!confident!Harry is what I live for and why don’t people realize this makes more sense for their characterizations
like Harry could’ve been in Slytherin so we know he’s sly and all that, but he was put in Gryffindor, which makes him more impulsive/daring. This means there’s a 103% chance that Harry James Potter was a shameless flirt, when it came to Draco.
I refuse to believe that the Hogwarts King of Sass was a bumbling, blushing, clumsy, mumbling virgin.
I believe Draco could talk a mean game, but when it came time to put his money where his mouth was, it’d be a different story.
I agree with all this
I am writing a thing for this right now.
Yas. Also tag me.
(Also I’m so confused because I wrote a little paragraph story on this post but I think Tumblr never reblogged it or I deleted it or something D: )
In CoS when they try to sneak into Myrtle’s bathroom to ask her about her death, McGonagall catches them and Harry makes up the excuse that they wanted to see Hermione in the hospital wing and Minnie doesn’t give them detention and then comes this and since we all know Harry’s dumbest excuse, here’s the official suggestion to rate all of Harry’s excuses on a scale from
I have this huge, ex-military biker guy neighbour who is like 80% handlebar moustache and has a ponytail halfway to his ass and him and all his huge biker guy friends all have tiny dogs and special, motorcycle safe seats for them on their bikes and my favourite things is when they all come roaring in on their bikes and take their tiny dogs out of their little studded leather safety carriers there is this loud cacophony of kissy sounds and full blown baby voices like “was that fun sweetie” and “who’s my handsome boy”
so we know what happened 19 years after the battle of hogwarts, but what about 19 minutes later? who had to find all of the bodies? was it a teacher, who with every step found a body of a student they’d once yelled at for not handing the homework up on time? i want to know if it was madam pomfrey, a woman who’d dedicated her entire life to helping students. i want to know if she broke down over the body of lavender brown, because there was nothing she could do for her, for any of them. or was it a group of students? students who have already seen so much death, and even helped bring about the death of some of the death eaters? did they have to stumble across the bodies of their classmates, their friends, their little brothers and sisters? what about the gryffindor girl who literally tripped over the body of her older brother? how did she feel when she fell to the ground and his skin was still warm? and what about the parents of all the students? when did they start arriving at the school? when did they discover that the little eleven year old girl they’d sent off to school less than a year go was dead, had lasted barely five minutes before a man wearing a black hood killed her? what about the parents who had a thirteen year old boy and sent him to school with warm socks and chocolate hidden deep in his suitcase, as a surprise? what happened when they arrived and found him in the great hall, just staring off into space? what did they say when they saw that his hands were covered in the blood of his best friend, and what about when they discovered that the last words to leave his mouth were an unforgivable curse directed at the piece of scum who killed the person who meant the most to him? what about the fifteen year old slytherin girl who snuck away from the rest of her house because she didn’t want to hide, because she didn’t want to be stuck in the dungeon when she knew she could help, yet she still had to watch her best friends die? what about when she still managed to curse a few death eaters, and save some sixteen year old gryffindors who didn’t even say thank you? what about the ravenclaws who knew all of this amazing magic, who studied every day of the year, even weekends, but they still had to watch their housemates be murdered? what about the hufflepuffs who use to sneak into the kitchens at night for a snack? how did they feel when they found their favourite elf hokey, dead in the great hall? how did flitwick and slughorn comfort these students who had seen more death and violence than most people do in a lifetime? what about the slytherin students who left the dungeon, who went out into the battle, fighting everything they’d been taught from birth? what about the slytherin students who saw their mothers and fathers wearing black hoods, shooting curses at the kids they’ve been sharing a school with for years now? what about slytherin students who shot protective spells at the kids their own parents were trying to kill? what did mcgonagall say to the shaking first year who couldn’t understand why her twin brother had to die? what did she say when the girl sobbed that it should have been her? what about nineteen days later? what about the half blood who was supposed to meet up with her friends in the summer? what do they get told? do they learn of her bravery, of how even though she was only 12, she fought to the very end? and what about the pureblood ravenclaw whose parents died in the war? what about the kids who died protecting their friends from their own mothers? who do they go home to? what happened when the wounds were still fresh? what happened if they never healed? i have so many questions help
mate i have been trying to write this for like 2 weeks now, i’m sorry it’s not happening, but here are some vague hcs
i think harry hates attention too much to ever be a drag queen in like the performing sense, but i can def see him playing around with gender and queerness and drag in his own quiet but sure way
harry wandering bored round grimmauld place in a soft flowery dress, capped sleeves tight on his shoulders, lounging on the couch with his knees hooked over the arm and the skirt falling pretty and gauzy around his hairy legs
gardening in a pink slip he’s pretty sure once belonged to walburga with a flannel shirt thrown unbuttoned over the top when the sun goes down and it starts to get chilly
doesn’t really mind what pronouns people use, ‘he’ still feels familiar and comfortable, ‘they’ is kind of nice, one morning he comes downstairs in skinny jeans and a yellow crop top and ginny looks up and says absently, warmly, “oh, you’re such a pretty girl,” and harry thinks about it all day, warm and shy
can’t wear high heels, no matter how good they make his legs look, he never gets over the uneasy feeling that he might suddenly need to run
finds a kilt that he assumes was sirius’s, wears it quite a bit, it makes a bit of a splash when he goes out for a drink in it and the daily prophet get pictures and it promptly starts a trend
hot august days lying in grimmauld place’s garden with sunglasses and a too big chudley cannons t-shirt and lace underwear
lipstick, always slightly smeared in one corner where his hand jerks
luna puts winged eyeliner on him one night and he’s almost frighteningly beautiful
he has one photo of his grandparents, the potters, when they were young, and he likes the gold bangles all up his grandma’s arms, writes awkwardly to parvati for advice, and she takes him shopping in brick lane
is in a bar feeling sort of tired and sad and itchy in his own skin one night, wearing a short black dress that looks half like an oversized 80s shirt except its tight and sweet around his waist, and cheap tights and his sneakers trailing laces. when he spots the blonde head of hair his heart sort of sinks, not in the mood for smirking or, worse, one of the tense, awkward conversations they’ve tended to have after the war. only when draco saunters over and says, “well, potter,” his sneer falls away before it can even get properly going, and his eyes go dark. he says, slow and a little surprised, his drawl almost warm, considering, “you look nice.”
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