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Pretty good actually, I'm tryna get taller by drowning myself in milk -u-

Also, eat food that starve the fat yet feed the muscle. The more lean meat, fruits, and vegetables you eat, the better.

Harry Potter Gabriel Picolo

A series of illustrations based on the Harry Potter books created by Gabriel Picolo a freelance illustrator based in Brazil. A new take on the fantastic beasts, potions and spells from the magical Harry Potter book series. You can support this artist efforts on Patreon.

Harry: I want a solid gold cauldron.

Based on this post from @im-malfoy-draco-malfoy (because i loved this version of Draco

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‘Can I?’

The question lingered on Harry’s lips. It was hard for Draco to hear the words rather than almost feel them against his own given their proximity.

‘Ye-yeah’

Shit, why did he had to stutter so much? He wanted Potter to know he was sure of what he wanted, that he was capable of taking everything the Gryffindor had to give him.

And boy, did he crave everything. Harry’s hand kept going up, slowly undressing Draco while the other came to rest on Draco’s thigh. He shivered, the warmth of Harry’s palm going through the fabric and setting his skin on fire.

Draco had no idea, but Harry loved it. How sensible he was, how responsive he could get. The years they spent silently pinning over each other resulted in all of that: an innocent brush of lips would never be enough anymore.

When they kissed, it was everything capable of ruining Draco. Harry’s mouth moved against his so slowly yet so firmly Draco felt like he was a dessert Harry could endlessly savour.

He felt himself being pushed back while Harry crawled on top of him and when his head landed softly against the pillow, they parted, Harry releasing Draco’s abused bottom lip with a low groan. There, still trying to catch his breath, Draco felt his cheeks heating up even more.

‘What?’ He whispered, cursing inside his head for how scared he sounded.

‘You’re blushing’ Harry said matter-of-factly. It only resulted in Draco getting even redder.

‘Your point, Potter’ he turned his head to the side, doing his best not to pout. He knew Potter loved to tease him about that. Harry’s lips landed on his jaw and Draco immediately froze. It was so intimate, so new and, oh so brilliant. Harry kissed him there, sucking on the skin and letting his teeth scratch it lightly. Draco gasped, hands tightly holding Harry’s shirt while his muscles contracted, involuntarily making him press himself up against Harry’s body.

‘I like it when you blush like this’ Harry moved until his mouth was just above Draco’s earlobe. ‘Makes me wanna kiss you all over’ he placed a kiss there, and went lower for his neck.

Draco gasped, closing his eyes because the embarrassment was too much. Fuck, he had to let Harry know.

‘Then do it’ he said firmly, tugging at Harry’s shirt. Harry stopped, bringing his face back up to stare into Draco’s eyes with unbearable intensity.

'Do what?’

Draco cursed inside; Harry smiled innocently.

'Kiss- kiss me… all over’

Harry’s eyes gleamed with lust.

’All over?’

The hand on Draco’s thigh went up and Draco moaned. Harry let it slide just above Draco’s crotch, resting it there as lightly as a feather.

'Please, Draco’ Harry breathed against his lips and for Draco to hear his own name mixed with so much need was everything. 'Do it’ he whispered against Harry’s mouth. Harry licked his own lips, squeezing Draco through his pants.

He felt his world collapse.

Draco likes to “study” while the Gryffindors have their quidditch practice.

Also sorry the stands look terrible, i never draw backgrounds lol im so lazy

(also if you feel inspired enough to write a drabble on this please do and link me bc i live for that shit lol)

“He is?” Harry turned on his heel, looking up at the stands.

Ron put his arm around Harry’s shoulder, pulling him across on the pitch, “Don’t gawk, you’ll scare him off. The little ferret thinks he’s being subtle.”

“Hey!” Ginny yelled down at them, already in the air on her broom, “I thought you two wanted to help?”

Ron waved at her, “Relax! We’ll get there!”

Ginny flipped them off and flew higher.

“I just don’t think-” Harry hesitated, “there’s no reason for him to come here.”

“He fancies you, you berk,” Ron said with a sigh, “You and him are the only ones who can’t see it.”

Harry shook his head.

“Okay, look, I’ll prove it to you,” Ron said, dropping his arm and pulling open the bag he had brought with him.”

“Prove it? Prove it how?” Harry asked.

“With these,” Ron said, taking out a pair of omnioculars, keeping them close to his body and out of sight.

“Wha-”

“Now take off your shirt,” Ron ordered.

“What?” Harry gawped at him.

Ron rolled his eyes, “Hermione told me, she used to come watch me practise when it was nice out because I would take my shirt off. If he likes you, it’ll show and I’ll record it, show it to you and the two of you can stop being such daft buggers.”

Harry’s face felt hot, “Just take off my shirt? And then what? It’s little cold for it isn’t it? I’m gonna look stupid.”

Ron shrugged one shoulder, “Won’t matter. Just be sexy or something,” he said over his shoulder, trotting across the pitch and underneath the boxes, obscured by shadows.

“Be sexy or something,” Harry muttered under his breath, “easy for you to say.” He sat his broom down, stripping his shirt off and dropping it at his feet. Rather than stand in the middle of the pitch doing nothing, he did some random stretches, retrieved his broom, checking the handle over for any nicks or scuffs, examined the bristles.

Ron ran up, “That’s enough, mate! Geez, didn’t know you had in you.”

Harry’s brow furrowed, “I didn’t do anything.”

“So the bit where you flexed-”

“Stretched!” Harry said defensively.

“Bent over and showed Malfoy your arse-”

“I was just picking up my broom!” Harry said, his face feeling hot.

“Then fondled your shaft for about a minute.” Ron finished, raising an eyebrow.

Harry punched Ron in the arm, “Shut it!” He snatched his shirt off the ground, quickly pulling it back on.

Ron laughed, not even fazed by the punch, “Well, whatever it was you were doing, it worked.”

Harry spun back around,“It did?”

“See for yourself,” Ron said, holding out the omnioculars.

Harry took them, and playing them from where Ron had left it off. They wobbled, everything a blur at Ron moved them up, focusing on the stands across the way where Draco was indeed sitting in one corner at the very front. He had a rather boring Potions textbook in his hands that he was reading, until his eyes looked past the book, focusing down the pitch. He twitched like he had been pinched then began to flush, first pink then red, spreading from his cheeks to his ears and down his neck. The book held up like a shield in front of himself, though he never once looked away.

“Seriously!” Ginny said, landing next to them with a huff, “You said you were going to help me train my new seeker and keeper-”

“Sorry, Gin! Something I’ve got to do!” Harry said breathlessly, tossing Ron the omnioculars and mounting his broom, shooting straight up and over to the stands.

“What was that?” Ginny asked.

vs

harry potter and the order of the phoenix, chapter 14

me while rereading poa: chill harry, malfoy’s life doesn’t revolve around yours. what, do you think he keeps count of each time you end up in hospital wing

AND at first of course Harry is like how dARE YOU, and no YOU are, but then it gets stuck in his head and he starts asking around. First of all, do people even like kissing? It is a thing people like? It’s always felt kind of off and gross to him and cut to Hermione talking a million miles an hour, confiscating an empty classroom to draw out a full chart on a blackboard about the benefits/social history/beauty of make outs – IF you want them. Harry nods furiously and is taking notes. 

From there the research expands into a full-scale survey amongst the 7th and 8th years about the best snogger on Hogwarts grounds [on a scale from 0 to 10, 0 being ‘like being slapped about by the giant squid’ and 10 being ‘like a veela caressing the inside of your mouth but also you’re in fire’]. Entirely unexpectedly, WHAT A SURPRISE TO EVERYONE INVOLVED, Draco Ambrosius Giselda Anne Paulus Fucking Malfoy (named after all of his auntie’s favourite corgies) ends up the UNANIMOUS nr 1. Harry and Hermione, main conductors of said research, are appalled. Especially when subject #18 (Hannah Abbott) goes all glassy-eyed staring at the survey parchment and whispers “that mouth tho”, seemingly to herself. 

Cut to Harry and Hermione holed up in the classroom with pictures of everyone from 7th & 8th year hanging on the walls with bits of red thread connecting them. Malfoy’s is in the middle, circled several times and surrounded by question marks. Harry looks frazzled, tie undone, and he’s reading through the case again. “It can’t be!” he says, incredulous, while Hermione laughs a little crazed and disbelieving. “It has to be,” she says, shaking her head. “By Jobe, it has to be.” 

AND at first of course Harry is like how dARE YOU, and no YOU are, but then it gets stuck in his head and he starts asking around. First of all, do people even like kissing? It is a thing people like? It’s always felt kind of off and gross to him and cut to Hermione talking a million miles an hour, confiscating an empty classroom to draw out a full chart on a blackboard about the benefits/social history/beauty of make outs – IF you want them. Harry nods furiously and is taking notes. 

From there the research expands into a full-scale survey amongst the 7th and 8th years about the best snogger on Hogwarts grounds [on a scale from 0 to 10, 0 being ‘like being slapped about by the giant squid’ and 10 being ‘like a veela caressing the inside of your mouth but also you’re in fire’]. Entirely unexpectedly, WHAT A SURPRISE TO EVERYONE INVOLVED, Draco Ambrosius Giselda Anne Paulus Fucking Malfoy (named after all of his auntie’s favourite corgies) ends up the UNANIMOUS nr 1. Harry and Hermione, main conductors of said research, are appalled. Especially when subject #18 (Hannah Abbott) goes all glassy-eyed staring at the survey parchment and whispers “that mouth tho”, seemingly to herself. 

Cut to Harry and Hermione holed up in the classroom with pictures of everyone from 7th & 8th year hanging on the walls with bits of red thread connecting them. Malfoy’s is in the middle, circled several times and surrounded by question marks. Harry looks frazzled, tie undone, and he’s reading through the case again. “It can’t be!” he says, incredulous, while Hermione laughs a little crazed and disbelieving. “It has to be,” she says, shaking her head. “By Jobe, it has to be.” 

You could not believe the mess Mammon had landed you all in. They were kids, how could Mammon have pissed the witch off so badly she had turned them into children. You sighed and dragged your hand down your face, this was going to be a long day.

 Lucifer: You aren’t sure if Lucifer had even changed, he’s a toddler now sure but the way his eyes follow you, makes you think he still has the mentality of his usual self. Despite this, you find that Lucifer likes to sit in your lap and his shy about allowing you to take care of him. You actually don’t have to care for him too much other than making sure he’s eating and not out of your sight.

 Mammon: He is by far the hardest to take care of, he’s jumping off the walls and zipping away from you at every turn. You think he might’ve gotten into Beel’s candy stash, but you couldn’t be sure. It takes giving him your wallet to get him to sit still. Mammon likes to sit on your shoulders and demand rides, something you readily allow him since you can’t say no to his adorable face.

 Leviathan: Poor little Levi is shy and clinging to your uniform. He doesn’t want the others to be close to him and he’ll begin to cry if you aren’t readily available to him. You have a hard time tending to the others between him and Asmo demanding to be in your arms at all times. You find that if you put on a colorful anime, he’ll more than willingly leave you alone to watch it.

 Satan: You hadn’t thought Satan would revert so much, he is wailing and throwing tantrums left and right. You can’t regret taking Satan’s usual self for granted, more than you do now. It takes you a full hour to get Satan to calm down, and it’s only done by talking to him calmly and promising him dessert for dinner. You’re glad because you aren’t sure how much longer your eardrums could take the abuse.

 Asmodeus: He is a relatively easy child to care for. Usually cheerful and smiling, he liking to stick by your side, demanding attention when you put him down, he’ll become a devilish child if you don’t pay attention to him for more than five minutes. It takes a while to get him to be by himself, with the help of a mirror and some stuffed animals, Asmo had now become independent.

 Beelzebub: Unsurprisingly Beelzebub is glued to Belphegor’s side and when he isn’t there, you panic only to find him standing on a precarious pile of pots to get to the cabinet in which you keep the cookies. Swiping him up before he tumbles, you reprimand him only to regret it at the tears forming in his eyes. You reluctantly hand him a cookie and decide to bring him back to the others.

Pokemon Trainer: Jimin

Pokemon Trainer: Seokjin

Hufflepuff

Classmate: *needs help with a subject*

Me: Wait wait, hold on— *binge-arranges and perfects and colour-codes all my class notes overnight so I can share them with this person*

Gryffindor

Any topic at all that I have a mild to severe interest on: *is brought up in class*

Me: *starts shaking because I need to share my opinion*

Ravenclaw

Classmate: Are you seriously writing fanfiction in class again?

Me: Look, a lesson can either be intellectually challenging, stimulating and engaging or it can be a complete waste of time. And I do NOT have time to waste.

Slytherin

Classmates: *start whispering and break my concentration*

Me: *contemplates murder*