Harry: So Let Me Get This Straight, You Broke My Bloody Nose, Became A Death Eater, And Spent Months

Candles

Where Draco runs a candle shop selling Amortentia candles and Harry wonders why his smell a bit too much like the store owner. 

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When Harry walks into Scentsations, the tan wizard grins at the pun. The shop was one that made specific scents that caused a mix of sensations the buyers would experience. Scentsations had just begun to grow in popularity as soon as the owner had released their Amortentia candles which had quickly become a hit. Harry, of course, had been intrigued at the concept. 

He and Hermione stood in the middle of the shop in awe. It wasn’t nearly as packed as it had been hours before; it was late afternoon now and the duo had arrived tarty in order to avoid it. “Wow,” Hermione gapes and Harry chuckles. This was the first time in a while he had seen Hermione so blown away.

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draco: if you have 10 cookies, and i ask for 5, how many would you have left?

harry: none

draco: … harry, this is basic math, it’s not that har-

harry: i would give them all to you because i love you

draco:

draco, visibly holding back tears: disgusting. absolutely repulsive. get out of my house.

Literally nothing will ever be as satisfying as the 4 minute long fight sequence in Kingsman: The Secret Service, in which Colin Firth mercilessly wastes an entire Westboro Basptist Church like congregation as the guitar solo from Lynard Skynard’s 1973 anthem Freebird plays in the background.

Me before going to sleep: I’m gonna read only one fic and it’s going to be a little one, so I’m going to sleep early tonight.

Also me: OMG this ff of 490 pages with fake/pretend relationship, slow born, friends to lover, smut, agnst plot is incredible interesting! I’m gonna start it now but I’m not going to finish it tonight.

My brain: Sweetheart don’t do it, you will regret it later.

Also my brain at 3:00 am: *at page 326* Keep going you almost finished it!

It's past midnight I need sleep

Ten stared up at his brother who was gliding through the clouds with practised ease, “Get down here, Gwen! Not everyone has wings like you!”

When Gwen’s tinkling laughter rang out from above, Ten felt a stab of jealousy and suddenly his patched shirt was too small for him. He could feel the shrivelled up remains of his own wings brush the coarse fabric of the hand-me-down shirt and wanted to cut the useless limbs off. He was never going to fly, not with his wings dead and never having neared maturity to even support one fraction of his weight.

Gwen slowly returned to the ground, but not before flying through several heavy looking clouds and ending slightly damp. He shook the water droplets out of his sandy hair and grinned at Ten. Ten mirrored the grin, but not feeling any warmth from the gesture.

“Come on, we’d better head back before a storm breaks out.” Gwen picked up his bag from the ground, flexing his back muscles as he did so, and started making his way over to the little cabin they shared together.

Ten followed, eyes going over his twin brother’s good features. Sand coloured hair with eyes as blue as the ocean that slwol chipped away at the cliffs below them. Gwen was tall and well tones, muscles all in the right places and proportions. Gwen would make a right living out in the city, Ten thought.

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Draco: The masculine urge to kiss your enemy while you are fighting with him.

Blaise:

Theo:

Crabbe:

Goyle:

Theo: No one has that urge.