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"Drarry is the most heterosexual ship in Harry Potter"

Nine year old me crying after knowing that boys can kiss in the lips too after seeing a drarry fan art would disagree.

Nine year old me reading for the first time the term bisexual after reading a few drarry fanfics would disagree.

Nine year old me crying after reading that Hermione and Ron supported Harry after hearing a protests against homosexual marriage would disagree.

Ten year old me reading pansimione as a secondary ship in a drarry fanfic and realizing that this was not only for boys would disagree.

Fanfic writers in 2002 writing fanfics about them receiving death and rape threats over the internet, having to put the M rating on fanfiction.net because at that time that was something the kids couldn't read because there were gay couples in it, would disagree.

Fifteen year olds reading those fanfics in 2004 feeling hope for the first time would disagree.

Drarry authors being listed as 'Bad Authors' on catholic sites for writing them would disagree.

LGBT+ ships were made by LGBT+ people for LGBT+ people.

Having people fetishize LGBT + couples and pigeonhole them into heterosexual stereotypes doesn't make the couple straight, it makes those people homophobic.

This isn't about Drarry, this about people from the community invalidating something that helped, did something good, to many people who were in very bad situations instead of pointing out the homophobia that causes that to be something for consumption and fetishization by heterosexual people when in fact it was for the community itself.

I don't care that you don't ship drarry, god knows that there's a lot to criticize about them. But calling them straight because straight people fetishize them is bad. We know that there are couples and relationship in tv shows or books that were made for heterosexual people to like LGBT+ couples or to get both sides of the public. Wich is using LGBT+ themes to get money and these acts don't bring anything to the community, because we are not something just to get money that companies can use as they please. However, Drarry was made because people were craving some representation, something to rely on. Like these people didn't get paid, they didn't get followers or anything IT WAS HORRIBLE TO LIKE THEM TIME AGO. Please be aware of what are you saying. Mlm or any LGBT+ ship aren't for the straights to fetishize it, and by saying shit like this you are backing it up.

Smut headcanons: Harry Potter.

[Notes: Well here´s the next one, gotta love this man]

TW: NSFW CONTENT!, Bdsm, dom/sub relationships, Dom! Harry Potter, degradation kink, somnophilia, nudism, cock warming, sensation play, bondage, blindfolds, sex in semi-public spaces, marks and hickeys, aftercare and mentions of BDSM clubs.

BDSM is a yes for him.

He didn't believe that it would make it for him, it sounded like the worst type of torture.

But when he started to go to clubs, accidentally went into a BDSM club, where he saw his first scene.

That made his dick harder than a rock, of course, but he laso couldn't stop watching how the little sub was making a big effort to not cum and how they reacted when their dom praised them.

He wanted that, to hold someone like that even when there was no touch between the two of them.

Harry discovered a whole new world again, he witnessed an endless amount of scenes, read several books, different newspapers and the more confident he was, the more he dared to try.

It was the scariest thing for him to hurt a sub, so he had an insane amount of anxiety the first time he had an scene.

But he's Harry Potter, the scene went great, a little slow but it was a great start.

He has many fixed kinks, and some that if he didn't dislike, he would do them just to please his sub of the moment.

Of course that when you too met, it was the perfect match, even before sex. You two talked and moved around each other as if you were an old married couple.

Somnophilia was one of the most prominent kinks, after the war his sleep was always light, and when a sub of his told him he could have whatever he wanted while she was asleep, he had no turning back.

"Shhh go back to sleep, love, I just came homo from a mission. I didn't meant to wake you up."

It was the best way to wake up, him pounding you from behind, his ragged breathing trying not to wake you up and when he notices your eyes open, his thrusts deepen until you both come.

Blindfold his sub is one of his favourite things to ever do. He feels so powerful everytime that his sub let him blindfold them.

He knew how vulnerable it was for them, and something inside him warms up with appreciation for the trust his subs give him.

Sometimes he would blind fold you for the entire day, he would go on with his day, with the exception that he could look up at any moment and see your pretty figure waiting for him.

"You are the most beautiful decoration that I own."

Other times it would be only in the scenes, keeping you tied in a star shape while playing with your sensations, passing feathers, ice, ropes or whatever comes to mind at the moment.

"Don't move , I'm not done with you yet."

Other times he would take you in front of the mirror, just to pull your hair and remove the blindfold at the last minute and say "look how pretty you are when you come."

Another of his problems was that he loved skirts a little to much, specially the short ones. Leather, pleated, flared, latex, all of them.

He also when you were wearing them for him with no underwear.

And those that if someone looks a lot at your thighs they might see some of the love bites that he left behind.

It drove him crazy to see you walk in skirts, to see how your thighs rubbed against each other and how your hips move with every step you take.

That mixed with his impulsiveness often led both of you to get off in the street, with him leading you to an empty alley and crushing you against the wall.

The adrenaline of doing it in a public place also turned him on, but it was not something you two did regularly, with Harry being the boy-who-lived it wouldn't be strange that a photographer is following you all the time.

However "You would love that right? that they photograph us with my cock buried inside you so that they see that you are only mine, wouldn't you? Sure you would, look at you, you're soaked just thinking about it." Harry would say against your ear.

Being naked in the house was another of his favorite things, he could see you all he wanted and you could do the same with him.

However, if he wanted you to know he's angry, he would put some clothes on and order you to stay naked.

He could see all the marks that he had made on you throughout the week, the love bites on the lower part of the breasts, the mark of a rope on your ankle that rubbed you too much, hickeys on your neck and collarbones, everything.

"Come here, I want to see that ass from a better angle."

He would come home from work and you will greet him naked, because there are no longer any 'house clothes'.

Clearly he had to take action for that, the fireplace was always closed even for Ron and Hermione, only you twl could appear inside the house and the windows were enchanted so that you couldn't see through the glass from the outside.

In the same way that Harry liked risk in public, he also liked to push you against a window and threaten to remove the enchantment so everyone could see you surrender to him.

You know that he really wouldn't, he tries to hide it, but you know he loves being the only one who sees you like this, and wouldn't want to share you with anyone else.

He hates having paperwork to do at home, so you often help him from under the desk, keeping his cock warm.

"Stay there, I'm almost done and we can go to dinner later. "

The aftercare was one his favorite parts ever, holding you against his chest telling you how good you were even if you weren't.

He would get you clean, while playing your hair and kissing your forehead.

"Thanks, love that was amazing."

daily reminder that ron deserting harry because he was “jealous” was hermione’s interpretation of what had happened. harry himself was shocked and didn’t believe it when she first brought it up, but of course we as readers are supposed to believe her, because has dear hermione ever been wrong?

‘Oh, hello,’ said Ron. He was grinning, but it looked like a very odd, strained sort of grin.

‘Oh, right,’ said Ron. ‘I thought you might’ve told me if it was the Cloak… because it would’ve covered both of us, wouldn’t it? But you found another way, did you?’

Ron’s eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair. ‘It’s OK, you know, you can tell me the truth,’ he said. ‘If you don’t want everyone else to know, fine, but I don’t know why you’re bothering to lie, you didn’t get into trouble for it, did you? […]’ ‘I didn’t put my name in that Goblet! said Harry, starting to feel angry. ‘Yeah, OK,’ said Ron, in exactly the same sceptical tone as Cedric. ‘Only you said this morning you’d have done it last night, and no one would’ve seen you… I’m not stupid, you know.’

ron was not jealous of harry for being the centre of attention, ron was mad at harry because he thought harry was lying to him. he didn’t care that harry was the champion, he cared that harry didn’t tell him about entering, and after the fight started things got admittedly out of hand because gee fourteen-year-olds feelings. they had talked about entering the tournament together before and yeah, he was still wrong for not believing harry but that lasted a total of, like, twenty days, give or take. ron was never a bad friend.

marauders as things my friends have said... pt. 1

Sirius: What are you guys caution hobbies?

Lily: Our what?

Sirius: You know like bad things we always do, like James messing up his hair.

James: I do not-

Remus: Habits, he means your habits.

“I love you guys”

i’ve been thinking abt this a lot. so when i rewatched the harry potter movies recently, i noticed that hagrid never calls draco by his first name. even in a learning setting, where he’s a professor, he calls harry hermione and ron by their first names but simply calls draco “malfoy” and i have a theory as to why. so obviously hagrid is friends with hermione and ron because like any friend of harry’s is a friend of hagrid’s, right? so when draco calls hermione a mudblood, hagrid is angry because obviously that’s horrible and it made her cry for gods’ sake! and i have a feeling hagrid is the type of person who would forever defend his friends, and although he remains mostly polite to draco in his lessons, hagrid’s little way of showing that he stands by hermione, without getting him in trouble of course, is to never call him draco, but simply malfoy when he’s being addressed. that’s it, that’s all i have to say

Jily vs Hinny

The way people say that Hinny is just a reincarnation of Jily pisses me off, tbh

Cause Jily? They're the "fell hard and fast" academic rivals to friends to lovers. Between Lily "sheer cheek and natural flair for potions" Evans and James "son of the inventor of Sleekeasy and co-inventor of the Marauders Map" Potter, you know that they were neck and neck in Potions grades. When James got a higher grade, he crowed as Lily steamed in the corner, and when Lily got a higher grade, she rubbed it in his face as he fell in love with her just a little bit more. Once they got past their "rivals" phase, they went from dating to married in less than two years - a bit fast, but everyone was eloping then.

But Hinny is completely jock friends to lovers. Like, Harry "youngest Seeker in a century" Potter and Ginny "secretly practicing Quidditch since she was six" Weasley were friends before the pitch, and at some points Ginny was Seeker too. The amount of ribbing and teasing on who did it better and "Nice shot, Gin, could have been a bit to left though," and "Of course, Potter, but make sure you actually catch the Snitch this time" thrown across the pitch. Their teammates were probably so sick of it. And this went on for ages, until they finally got together, and then the amount of pining that went on during the Second Wizarding War when they were separated, well. It took them years before Ginny (cause we all know it was her) popped the question.

Stop saying that its the same ship just because it's a black-haired boy with glasses and a redheaded girl. Both romances are completely separate, unique, and special.

tldr: DON'T EQUATE JILY WITH HINNY

SOULSEEKER ¦

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harry is not third wheeling he's literally their son

Hermione: Why are you following me? Ron: Because we’re dating now? Hermione: Okay… what about Harry? Ron: We’re a package deal Harry: Buy one idiot, get one free

When we said ‘James’, this was not the James we meant. 💀

(Not complaining tho xx)

🏆The alchemy 🏆

Harry potter x Reader

Author’s Note: Hey! This is my first time publishing a fic/ one shot, let me know if there are any mistakes ( I managed to remove how many ever I found). Open to requests <3. Mainly FLUFF and quidditch. Hope you enjoy it!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔* Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*

It was the quidditch final. Slytherin versus gryffindor. Tensions were high and points were low. Harry had trained his arse off for this match, day and night, ignoring his school work, his friends and ignoring the one person he never wanted to ignore, you.

Oliver Wood was behind his tail the past month, working Harry like a dog. You would watch each-other during classes sometimes or exchange a few words during dinner. That was the extent of it for the past month. It was driving you insane; not being able to be with Harry. It was definitely not easier on him. He found himself constantly dreaming about you, and whenever he thought he had free time and came to see you , Wood would steal him away for practice.

Gryffindor needed to win today. No matter what. Then it would all be worth it. Harry’s efforts and time he spent on quidditch instead of on you would all be worth it if they won.

60:40, slytherin was leading by 20 points, but Harry needed to wait for gryffindor to secure 50 points before catching the snitch in order for them to win the cup. You watched anxiously, clutching your scarf , as Draco tailed behind Harry trying to knock him off his broom. Obviously, Draco’s pathetic attempts failed because Harry was too good at what he did. That’s one of the reasons you loved him so much. He was so effortlessly brilliant at everything he did.

You jumped in excitement as Angelina throws the quaffle through one of slytherin’s hoops. The final 10 points needed for Harry to catch the snitch were secured by Katie Bell. Gryffindor and slytherin were tied. 60:60. Seeing this Harry chases after the snitch, flying through the crowd, and over you at some point. After a solid five minutes, madam Hooch blows her whistle , as Harry catches the golden snitch.

“AND GRYFFINDOR WINS THE QUIDDITCH CUP!” Jordan Lee announced

The gryffindor team hurries to Harry’s side to celebrate, but he ignores them, pushing everyone out of the way, he eagerly jumps off his broom and sprints towards you.

Tears in his eyes, Harry hugged you so tight you couldn’t even breathe. Pulling away, he drew you in for a passionate kiss, it sent shivers down your spine. Your cheeks flushed and your stomach filled with butterflies. You kissed him back, tasting a bit of sweat and salty tears but you didn’t care. You knew everyone’s eyes were on you, they were cheering loudly. But none of it mattered as Harry embraced you tightly.

“Where’s the trophy?” You asked

“I don’t know. I just wanted to come running over to you” Harry smiled.

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Harry James Potter's kid's where named after the Marauders

James Sirius Potter - his dad and his godfather both of which are Marauders

Albus Severas Potter - someone who was like a grandfather and his mom's best friend (at least it's not Peter)

Lily Luna Potter - his mother and Lupin -moon in Latin is Luna- both of which are Marauders (Lily might not officially be a Marauder but she is married to one so...)

Reblogging cause it’s on theme

Wanted to share this Golden trio fluff:

Who was Harry Potter anyways? The Chosen One? The Boy-who-lived? The Saviour and Golden Boy of the Wizarding World?

Did the press actually got it right when they wrote pieces about him? Could they know what kind of person he was just by the major events of his life? Coul he?

Did Hermione and Ron knew who his best friend was? During those nights filled with dread when the dead became living and the living bled to death in the most excruciating ways. When they were there for him, did they know?

When they took his hand and slept right there besides him, whispering sweet nothings until he fell asleep again. Could they describe who he was with the same certainty one would talk about the lush and green hills in Scotland?

Mione watched him with that look of hers, one of unwavering faith. Her eyes softening as she lulled him to sleep.

The moonlight filtered through the tiny gap between the curtains back in his room in Grimmauld Place, illuminating the seven freckles scattered in her nose and cheeks. A hundred years could pass and he’d still be able to trace those freckles to memory, like one traces the starts and constellations in the nightsky. She’d stay there for hours, stroking his hair and drawing silly patterns in his skin. Like a mother would. Soft fingertips and soothing lullabies.

With the tenderness of a mother, the devotion of a lover and the undying loyalty of a friend.

In those moments he could be sure of one thing: Hermione Granger knew exactly who Harry Potter was: His best friend, the person looking back at her with grief and open adoration.

And Ron. Ron held him while Mione grounded him and brought him back to Earth with them. Soft breath tickling his neck. He was too tall for the bed, so his feet stayed dangling from the edge most of the times.

Ron was home, Ron was family.

Ron was the first person to ever say I love you, his chubby cheeks bouncing as he smiled, honest in his love like only kids are.

There wasn’t much of that Ron in the 6’2 ft tall man that layed besides him. Except maybe his eyes. They were blue, blueblueblue, round and big and completely sincere. Every emotion he felt reflecting back on them.

Violent but oh so soft. Harry had never seen the ocean, but he reckoned that’s how it looked like.

His presence was enough to make the world stop spinning, so he stayed with them: A hand in his arm or a leg tangled between Mione’s.

Always touching.

His silence saying more than a million words could.

I’m not going anywhere Harry. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever again.

But so they knew? Did they even care?

You’re every Harry love, the ones you like and the ones you don’t

Harry Potter was the guy that passed the Auror official test in record time. The one that later on had a flashback in the middle of a raid and almost got everyone killed.

Harry Potter was the man who stayed alone in New Year’s Eve changing napies and falling asleep besides his godson as he burnt in fever.

It was the five year old boy that one day came home from school with a carefully written card he’d dedicated to his aunt on Mother’s Day.

It was the boy who loved to fly. That felt more free in the air than any place on Earth. That enjoyed the breeze against his hair and the feeling of wood under his fingers.

It was the man that spent half a year in muggle parties with his best friend’s sister fucking his way through London. High with the thrill of anonymity and pissed out of his mind.

The person that loved to control, to humiliate and to hurt: The man more scared of his own shadows than he was of any threat out there.

The one that stood in front of Voldemort when he was 17 and killed him like he was born to do so.

Harry Potter was the man scared of dark and cramped spaces. The man that fell apart in his best friends’ arms and sobbed for hours like he couldn’t do anywhere else.

It was the little boy who looked just like his father, that had his mother’s eyes.

It was the man who loved with every fiber of his being, that loved and loved like it was a race, that burned and consumed and desperately wanted to be loved back. It was the man that remembered Molly’s favorite way of taking tea, that visited Goerge on the weekends at the shop. The one that discussed muggle phones with Arthur. It was the man Andy could always remember his daughter with

Harry Potter was the boy that walked to his death on a cool May evening because he loved, and wanted his friends to live and to be happy more than he wanted it for himself.

And so Hermione stroked his hair, and Ron hid his face in the crook of his neck, and so they’d remind him.

I love all of them Harry, each and one of them

You’ve carried enough burdens mate, leave some of them to us alright? We’ll carry them too

Harry Potter was Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley’s best friend. And sometimes, that was enough.

Harry James Potter, Ronald Billius Weasly, and Hermione Jean Granger.

I’ve fallen so stupidly in love with these characters over the past year, it’s crazy. No matter how many new characters appear, how many ships become fan’s favorites, how many times writers decide that Ron was a horrible friend, that Hermione was better off without her boys, that neither of them deserved Harry. Now matter how many years pass, I’ll continue loving these three with the same intensity.

They are human and so impossibly imperfect, but they try their best. They try to be there for each other even when their personalities clash, when they don’t understand the other’s motives. To forgive each other when they fuck up, to console and provide comfort when times are dire. To protect, and defend at any cost. I adore every fic that explores their dynamics and the complex interactions between them.

I adore them. Just them.

And I adore @blvnk-art

Golden Trio

well now I’m crying

Imagine twelve year old Harry not even knowing how awful his childhood with Dursleys had been until he gets to the Burrow.

Imagine him seeing Percy asleep with a book on his lap, and being baffled that a kid might feel comfortable enough in his own home to be so vulnerable in the living room. 

Imagine Molly coming up to the attic to say goodnight to Ron and Harry, and Harry glancing at Ron when he hears her footsteps, trying to figure out what they had done wrong that day.

Imagine him asking George who does all the house chores, and thinking it’s a joke when George answers, “we all do.” 

Imagine Ginny pestering Arthur with questions over the Daily Prophet, and Harry trying to shoot her warning looks to stop it! but then Mr. Weasley looks up and patiently answers every single one. 

Imagine Bill popping in for a visit one evening and Harry being floored when Bill stops to chat with him. 

Imagine Fred chasing after Harry in the yard, playfighting, but Harry actually begins to run for real fear of being hurt. 

Imagine Molly burning something on the stove my accident and tossing it, imagine Harry mentioning to Ron, offhandedly, “she could’ve given that one to me, it’s what I eat at home when I mess up dinner” and not knowing why Ron is horrified.

Imagine Harry seeing what a normal, functioning family looks like, and realizing the absence of love in his own life. 

forever pushing the harry "my mummy will hear about this" potter agenda btw. you thought draco was bad? try harry if lily lived. like...harry scrapes his knee? "mummy my knee!!" harry breaks a window? "mummy i'm sorry!!" draco is rude to him? "mum i hate him!!" snape is an asshole? "mum my potions professor!!" and ofc lily rushes in every time to solve all harry's problems for him.

like. harry is lily's number one fan. he brags about her constantly. he is worse than draco could ever be. "your dad bought the quidditch team brooms?? well my MUM killed VOLDEMORT!!" "your mum owns an apothecary?? my mum has a mastery in charms AND potions." and lily is just as bad!! "did you know my son's the youngest seeker in a century?" "that's my son right there, top marks in defense you know" they are ridiculous. they are the mother son duo ever.

me with all my harry art but especially bby harry

i know i use the word iconic a lot in relation to harry james potter but i feel it bears repeating here

friendly reminder that Harry didn't know his mother's maiden name until he saw it in Snape's memory :)

— tried to fight our energy. h.p

heavy inspired by ‘everytime’ by ariana grande.

angry!harry, mentions of yelling, NO SPECIFIED PRONOUNS ! harry & y/n are in love with each other but they don’t understand that

your face was straight. inside? you were fuming.

— well why didn’t you just tell me?!

— there was nothing to tell! - he exclaimed

— harry.. if there wasn’t anything to tell, you wouldn’t be so defensive. - you said, your voice shook with ire.

harry had been acting odd for the past week or so. you knew him and how he got so you decided to leave him be. you weren’t too concerned until he started sneaking off during classes.

— i don’t need to tell you every little thing, y/n.

that stung quite a bit.

— you think i don’t know that? don’t treat me like i’m stupid, harry. - your tone matching his.

you and harry weren’t a couple. you’d been friends since second year. there’d always been this sense of energy, though. you knew it, so did he. however, the two of you never dared to acknowledge it. why? the truth is, you weren’t sure.. neither was harry.

sure, you’d gotten into arguments with him before, but never this extreme. here you were, standing in his dorm. he was sitting on the bed and you were leaning on the wall. perhaps it had to do with you being older? you were in sixth year now.. you’d both been learning to use your voice. you didn’t know why it was such a big deal to you.. but it was.

— why didn’t you just tell me you were going out with romilda vane?! - you spat.

you despised that girl.

— i knew it’d turn out like this .. i knew you’d be upset. - harry rolled his eyes.

— listen, i’m not fond of it.. but i’m willing to tolerate it. - you said, barely louder than a whisper.

you felt tears begin to form. you hated yourself for that. you weren’t sure why. you loved harry, but you never thought of it that way. you looked at him with so much adoration in your eyes, and he returned that. you both cared about each other so much. never like that though.. right?

— i gotta go harry. — your voice broke slightly. i’ll see you in class.

you grabbed your bag and as you were about to walk out, harry grasped your arm.

— i’m sorry.

the boy stood above you now, his hair messy and his glasses foggy. you realized his eyes had glossed over.

— save it, harry. it’s fi-

— no.. y/n, it’s not! - he cut you off. i haven’t been .. completely honest with you.

— no shit. - you mumbled

harry wasn’t good at explaining things that didn’t have to do with voldemort or school. everyone knows he’s an awkward, nerdy boy. you know he was more than that. he was cocky at times, open too. but never this vulnerable. ever.

harry cleared his throat.

— y/n.. i have loved you since third year. i’ve tried to hide it from myself and i’ve tried to fight it off because i never wanted to screw anything up. but i can’t. it’s killing me. i never truly liked romilda. i did it to get your attention. — harry’s voice grew shaky. y/n.. plea-

you pulled him into a tight hug. you wanted to stay like that. forever. you never wanted to let him go. harry was crying into your shoulder now, he was so sorry for even keeping something so small from you. that jealousy you held.. you made him feel so terrible. you pulled away.

— harry. forgive me! please. i’m the one who needs to be apologizing. i was so frustrated. so.. jealous.. of something that was none of my business. harry, i love you so much and i’d never do anything to purposely harm you.

you were sobbing into your hands, harry engulfed you in a hug, just as comforting and just as tight as the one you had given him. he sat you on the bed, he made you look at him. he was .. smiling at you? he muttered a quiet, small “i forgive you” and so did you. you moved closer and closer to harry, slowly. your hands slid up to his jaw, his to either side of your face.. for a moment you looked into each other’s eyes, without a care in the world, you kissed each other like your lives depended on it.

you were never going to let that boy go, and you were never going to fight that energy again.