#completely forgot

character: *is a responsible cool calm leader until the love of their life gets hurt and they turn completely ballistic*

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31 days of agere moodboard. . . day one!

( based on the post / prompts from @starrydaycare )

based on yourself / favorite color!!

You are invited to the wedding of

Dean & Seamus

Harry widened his eyes at the envelope. They're getting married?!

He called Ron immediately, although in retrospect he should have dialed Hermione instead since her husband never did grasp the muggle technology.

"Hello?" Thankfully it didn't take the pureblood too long to pick up.

"Oi, mate! Did you know that Seamus and Dean are getting married?!"

"Yeah! Mione and I got the invitation not long ago. Bloody about time, eh?"

"What, you knew??" There was a pause on the other side.

"Harry, mate... You're joking, right?"

"I didn't know they were dating... Bloody hell, didn't even know they were gay!"

"Merlin's beard, Harry... They've been together since sixth year! You really didn't notice?? That's another bloody level of obliviousness, even from you." Potter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Wait, but- didn't Dean date Ginny?"

"Yeah, he's bisexual. You should know that, don't you have a... What's it called? A gay-dar."

"I- what? Why would I? I'm straight." Silence. "Ron?"

"Fuck's sake, Harry..."

Before he could ask anything, he heard a "What's going on?" from the distance.

"Harry thinks he's straight." Hurried footsteps.

"Harry James Potter! Get your arse here right now!" He nearly shrinked, Hermione was scary, sometimes. "What do you mean you're straight?! You painfully pined after Malfoy for a bloody year!"

"I- what?! Draco? I did not!"

"God help me. I don't have the patience for this. Think about it and call me back when you grow a brain," she hung up. Harsh.

He didn't fancy Malfoy, did he? I mean, the bloke was fit, sure. He looked elegant with his lean figure, long thin fingers, pale marble skin that contrasted with the soft black clothes, piercing blue eyes that held more emotion than the Slytherin wished to portray... But that didn't mean anything.

To be fair, he missed his rival. But just because he was bored. He missed the insults, the way his blood started boiling each time the other boy was around. He missed the feeling on his chest after every aristocratic Pottah. The smirk that followed. The- fuck.

Potter dialed the phone again, this time ringing the muggleborn.

"Hello?"

"Mione... I think you're right."

"Took you long enough." Ron could be heard chuckling in the background.

they are mine too