#lumostm

Remus felt like the assignment would drive him to madness. There was a reason that he was studying all the time-- sometimes he just didn’t get it. It didn’t click and he needed it to. Remus knew the odds stacked against him, his father knowing a good bit (oddly) about werewolves.. He wanted to be successful here, set himself up well, and that meant advanced courses. He had his forehead against the parchment when he felt a hand against his shoulder. Remus didn’t have to look up to know who it was and a little smile formed.

she couldn’t stop laughing. honestly. this was... hilarious. “OI, HARRY??” she hollered, clutching a piece of paper. it was a lost piece of parchment, apparently a drawing sirius did of mrs. weasley. probably while they were arguing. it was in plain lines, of her yelling at sirius. harry, ron and hermione were in a rest, and she was brooding over them as a mother hen. “once harry burst into the room, she offered him the paper, before sitting down.

It had been hard enough this semester since she needed to study for her O.W.L.s. Not only that but Umbridge seemed determined to destroy any relationship on campus. Still there seemed to be something different these past months with George, something he was keeping from her. She didn't want to pry, he would tell her when he was ready. But then she overheard a conversation that sounded more like a goodbye. She had no idea why they would be leaving early. "I overheard a conversation." She said with a blush. "It sounded like a goodbye."

“Oh please. Don’t act like you were some unwilling participant.” Hard not to remember all the places of her touched by his lips.

Though you couldn’t fault the man for having a point there, but that didn’t mean she stopped and saw reason. Her mind was far removed from rational with the same thought occupying every inch of it in repetition. I just slept with Draco Malfoy... And I thoroughly enjoyed it. 

What was she thinking? That because they’d been out of school for all of five minutes that he was a better person? Because he didn’t outright call her a mudblood? Because he was actually decent when they interacted? Just because it didn’t get nasty didn’t mean they did still fight like cats and dogs. This would never work out. 

IF THEY HAD A KID… (MEME) (requested by @lumostm​​​​)

Name: Mira Malfoy Gender: female General appearance: She has a very doll like look about her with her fair skin, long blonde hair, little button nose and bright green doe eyes. Her fair skin (much like her mother's) means that her blushes tend to go more noticeable but even so it gives her overall appearance a warmth look rather than a 'tomato-face'. She also has an infectious smile.  Personality: Very sweet and humble. Mira grew up with accepting views of both the wizard and the muggle community (Amelia saw it as very important to raise her daughter to see muggles in a positive manner and not how Draco had been raised by Lucius). She's accepting of a lot of people, no matter blood status or magical/non-magical. In saying that Mira does have a bit of a mischievous side to her and likes to have fun, though it's a downplay to the kind of fun Amelia got up to as a child. Special Talents: Mira's quite gifted with caring for creatures. She's always loved them (mostly magical though she does favor the non-magical animals as well) but the more she's grown older the more nurturing she's become with them (to the point where she'll actively search out for injured creatures to help). Who they like better: Draco Who they take after more: Amelia Personal headcanon: Mira was sorted into Hufflepuff. Face Claim: Elle Fanning

Ron was laid flat on his belly, head hovering an inch from Hermione’s baby bump. She was still asleep, and it was a true rarity for Ron to be up and about before her. He had Daily Prophet open on sports section and folded neatly, so he could easily read results in this position. Currently, he was telling the baby all about Chudley Cannon’s and their return from the slumps. Start them early, make sure they cheer on the right team. Yup. It went on for a few more minutes, before he rested his cheeks against the bump, his whole body relaxing. This baby was his, in all ways that mattered. Perhaps he didn’t have any role in making it, but he didn’t care. It was Hermione’s baby. And his baby. No discussion.

Hermione hadn't meant her words as a rejection, she had meant them in a way so that he would know she would need time. That she still had memories that hurt her, that she was working on forgiveness. She saw the differences in him, he had changed. She reached out and grabbed his wrist as he turned away from her. "Draco, wait."