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“She hated him!” “Nah, she didn’t.”

They’ve always been cowards, haven’t they?

“Push me against the wall, and kiss the hell out of me.“

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin

Everything’s happening so quick I only wanted a taste of your lips Lips became your body, nice turning to naughty You hit me with a plot twist

He looks up, grinning like a devil

We were young; we were proud; we were promising. We were hiding our innocence. We had time; we had love; we had everything. We were caught in the heat of it.

doodle. “You’re my precious one”

( you can find it on FANFICTION or AO3 . )

A chink of sky was visible between the heavy curtains: it was the cool, clear blue of watered ink, somewhere between night and dawn, and everything was quiet except for Ron and Hermione’s slow, deep breathing. Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands.

and without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, harry kissed her. (happy birthday @meraudurs)

things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. if not always in the way we expect.

I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. maybe we’re from the same star. for @nomaj

i’ll send you a copy of my book, if I may. i’d like that. @spidey-trashhhhhh

“No, he must have known you would always  w a n t  t o  c o m e  b a c k.”

A chink of sky was visible between the heavy curtains: it was the cool, clear blue of watered ink, somewhere between night and dawn, and everything was quiet except for Ron and Hermione’s slow, deep breathing. Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron’s. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands.

i’ll send you a copy of my book, if I may. i’d like that. @spidey-trashhhhhh