#thebinding

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦? 𝘛𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥? 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘥, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘴-𝘢𝘯𝘥-𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭

𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟿𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢

𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔. 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 - 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍!! 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜!! 𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 (𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝) 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝!

𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝟺.𝟻 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎. 𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒’𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖?? 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍✨

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎

Dude so good. Realistically for a movie they should get gay actors to play Emmett and Lucian, but I cannot help but imagine Tom Holland and Timothee Chalomet as the two of them. I mean does Tom Holland not scream an oblivous protective older brother farm boy? Plus Timothee with the sarcasm and sadness. Ugh. 

Idk maybe it’s just me, but I think it’d be cute. 

*NOW COMPLETE*

(Image by the talented @nikitajobson)

The Binding Chapter 35 Excerpt

Following tradition, Draco was facing the sunrise, his back turned towards Hermione. Off to the side, a band was playing string instruments, but the crowd and music faded away as she approached Draco, her heart hammering in excitement and anticipation.

Once she was three-quarters of the way down the aisle, Draco turned suddenly and the world slowed around her. His smile spread from his lips to his eyes and was warmer than the rising sun. He took several large steps, meeting her partway down the aisle.

“Dra—” Her protest was cut off by his lips capturing hers, his arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her up before placing her back on the ground.

“Beautiful,” he murmured under his breath. “You’re perfect.”

“And you’re early! You were supposed to wait!” she admonished with a grin, taking his offered arm as they continued down the aisle together.

“I’m done waiting for my witch.”