|15 females walk into a bar....|
did they at least make a dent in it?
|Other slytherins come your way. be careful one is very dangerous in the head.|
“There’s a slytherin not dangerous in the head?”
just look at how happy this turtle looks i mean how can you not like this picture
he actually looks like he’s being crushed and crying out for his mother
// WAT. YOU’RE COMING BACK???? U SLORE. WE MISSED YEW. AND ASDFGHJKL: WAT.
im thinking about it strongly, yes. I just….all these ideas came rushing back to my head but i dont want to be all…intruding at the same time.
|Draco or Astoria tell the other they're ready to be parents?|
Draco walked into the room, hand gliding through his mused hair that had met his hand in frustration countless times that day. His feet ached from pacing and his mind seemed bothering from all his thinking. Finally he sucked in a breath and decided it was time.
Astoria had been sitting on the couch, flipping through her magazine article waiting for him patiently. She was always so bloody patient. It took him a while to appreciate that, assuming he needed someone to tell him what to do to make up his mind. Instead he found a woman who let him make his own choices.
He walked over and sat down on the coffee table in front of her, reaching his hands out for her to hold. He didn’t have to tell her, it was a common thing he did after he made his mind up about something serious. It always made her nervous because she never quite knew what it was about.
She set down her magazine, looked at him nervously then held his hands before leaning over and kissing his cheek lightly. That gave him a little bit of encouragement for his question.
“Astoria…” He started to his wife, taking in a breath to settle his nerves. “I’ve been thinking…”
“You’re always thinking.” She grinned light-heartedly.
He gave her a brief smile, chuckling and bowing his head some before meeting her eyes. “Through my life…you know I’ve come to realize I don’t want to be anything like my father. It made me…nervous…”
She nodded, rubbing her thumb on the top of his hands for encouragement.
“Well…I think I’m ready. I-I’m not going to be like my father and…if you are pregnant…”
She grinned broadly and kissed his lips before he even finished. He chuckled and kissed her back before pulling away.
“I think we’re ready.” He whispered, grinning with his eyes shinning at his lovely wife.
“So am I.”
“It’ll be ok….I know it will.” She said, tilting her chin up bravely before shrugging. “I mean…Draco…love…we’re going to be parents.” She laughed nervously.
“It’ll be ok.” He said, leaving the coffee table to sit down beside her, holding her in his arms. “He’ll…he’ll be a marvelous Malfoy-Greengrass—”
She laughed. “Oh? And what if it’s a girl?”
“Then it’ll be a she.”
“You’re probably offending the baby if it’s a girl.”
“She’ll live.” He laughed, kissing her cheek despite her pout she put on. “Point is, the one thing that I’m actually nervous about…”
“…..how are we telling our parents?”
“….we can just surprise them.”
“Mom, dad, this sort of popped out of Astoria.” He said, as though telling a story to which she slapped his arm playfully until they kissed again.
“I don’t want your help! Don’t you understand? I have to do this! I have to kill you, or he’s going to kill me.”
let’s use what I actually said.
“I haven’t got any options! I’ve got to do it! He’ll kill me! He’ll kill my whole family!”
looking for a wedding ring is a pain in the arse. Would ask my grandmother but no one knows what happened to her..
Can we just take a moment to appreciate how long Narcissa holds her gaze as she lies to Voldemort? It’s probably the most terrifyingly pivotal moment of her life and yet she maintains her calm demeanor throughout. All she wants is for her son to be safe and so, in that moment, she can look Voldemort square in the eye and lie to him. Lie to one of the most accomplished Legilimens in the wizarding world. He may not have used Legilimency on Narcissa, but she had to be prepared for the possibility he would. She had to be a skilled Occlumens. She had to be fearless.
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Ok.. I’ve NEVER cried over a post…. Until now.. Wtf this is perfect..
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