Platform 9¾



wheezering:

It’s easy, all you need is love. (s&b)


obannion:

Favorite Moments of 2011 - Rupert Grints ‘I Love Tom Felton’ shirt. 



dailypotter:

Commemorative Harry Potter’s Facts - #7

The Hogwarts school motto is Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus which is Latin for “Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon.” In the novels, the school is located somewhere in Scotland and has various charms to make it appear as an old ruin to muggle eyes.


the maze.

the maze.



The Battle of Hogwarts begins….

The Battle of Hogwarts begins….


diarycrux:


the shortest distance between two pointsis a line from me to you 

my first dramione graphic of the year is dedicated to the triforce ♥ 

diarycrux:

the shortest distance
between two points
is a line from me to you 

my first dramione graphic of the year is dedicated to the triforce  


imyourtrouble:


“Hey, Granger,” Pansy bellowed as she stumbled up two where the brunette sat at a round table in the middle of a crowded strip club. “Draco and I made a bet about you.”

“Oh, really?” Hermione took her gaze off Pansy and turned to scowl at the blonde across the table from her. “What was this bet about, Draco?”

He seemed to be unfazed by her harsh tone, which could have been due in part to the copious amount of alcohol in his system. “Well, Hermione, Pansy thinks you can do something that I don’t think you have the balls to do.” He leaned back in his chair and smirked at her. The two were far from friends, but had been drinking together for the last hour at Pansy’s annual New Year’s Eve party. It wasn’t so much because they liked each other’s presence, but more in part to there was no one else either felt was worth talking to.>
“And what pray tell can I not do?” Hermione was very displeased at the implication she couldn’t do something and generally lived her life by the belief that she could and would accomplish any challenge. And this bet sounded like a challenge to her.
“Well, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, my guests can sign up to do little routines on stage,” Pansy looked very pleased by this fact. “And Draco bet me that you would never do it. He said you couldn’t be sexy if you tried.” Pansy swayed a bit on her feet, the alcohol putting her off balance.
“Now that isn’t exactly what I said Pansy,” Draco blurted out, a little surprised by the added statement at the end.
“Eh, whatever.” She said waving off his comment. “It’s basically what you meant.” Pansy heard her name called from across the bar and waved the pair off and clumsily sashayed away from them.
Draco and Hermione sat in silence for several minutes. Hermione’s lips were pursed and her nose crinkled just a bit. She was running through the idea of the bet Draco had with Pansy and her lack of sex appeal. And to be honest, she knew that was a load of bullshit because while she was aware she wasn’t gorgeous, nobody had ever found her less than outstanding in bed. She made a decision.
Hermione pushed back from the table, standing on slightly wobbly legs. She placed both hands on the table and leaned across so she was face to face with Draco. She smirked as his eyes flitted quickly between her eyes and her exposed cleavage.
“I bet you, Draco Malfoy, that I will go up there, and I’ll be so magnificent that you’re all hot and bothered by the end, so that in one hour you’ll be at my doorstep begging me for a good shag.” She said the words in a whisper, slightly menacing and entirely erotic.
He stood up all of a sudden as well, a matching grin on his face. “I’ll take your bet Granger, and if I win and that routine is just plain awful, you’ll go home with whomever I choose and pay my tab for tonight.”
“You have yourself a deal.” She extended her hand and they shook on it. As she moved to walk toward the stage she brushed past him and whispered in his ear, “One hour, and if you show up with clothes on, you won’t be invited in.” She placed a small kiss on the side of his cheek and walked away from him up to the stage.
By the end of her routine Draco didn’t know if it was good or bad, he just knew the only person in her bed tonight would be him. And her. And they would, in fact, be naked.

imyourtrouble:

“Hey, Granger,” Pansy bellowed as she stumbled up two where the brunette sat at a round table in the middle of a crowded strip club. “Draco and I made a bet about you.”

“Oh, really?” Hermione took her gaze off Pansy and turned to scowl at the blonde across the table from her. “What was this bet about, Draco?”

He seemed to be unfazed by her harsh tone, which could have been due in part to the copious amount of alcohol in his system. “Well, Hermione, Pansy thinks you can do something that I don’t think you have the balls to do.” He leaned back in his chair and smirked at her. The two were far from friends, but had been drinking together for the last hour at Pansy’s annual New Year’s Eve party. It wasn’t so much because they liked each other’s presence, but more in part to there was no one else either felt was worth talking to.>

“And what pray tell can I not do?” Hermione was very displeased at the implication she couldn’t do something and generally lived her life by the belief that she could and would accomplish any challenge. And this bet sounded like a challenge to her.

“Well, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, my guests can sign up to do little routines on stage,” Pansy looked very pleased by this fact. “And Draco bet me that you would never do it. He said you couldn’t be sexy if you tried.” Pansy swayed a bit on her feet, the alcohol putting her off balance.

“Now that isn’t exactly what I said Pansy,” Draco blurted out, a little surprised by the added statement at the end.

“Eh, whatever.” She said waving off his comment. “It’s basically what you meant.” Pansy heard her name called from across the bar and waved the pair off and clumsily sashayed away from them.

Draco and Hermione sat in silence for several minutes. Hermione’s lips were pursed and her nose crinkled just a bit. She was running through the idea of the bet Draco had with Pansy and her lack of sex appeal. And to be honest, she knew that was a load of bullshit because while she was aware she wasn’t gorgeous, nobody had ever found her less than outstanding in bed. She made a decision.

Hermione pushed back from the table, standing on slightly wobbly legs. She placed both hands on the table and leaned across so she was face to face with Draco. She smirked as his eyes flitted quickly between her eyes and her exposed cleavage.

“I bet you, Draco Malfoy, that I will go up there, and I’ll be so magnificent that you’re all hot and bothered by the end, so that in one hour you’ll be at my doorstep begging me for a good shag.” She said the words in a whisper, slightly menacing and entirely erotic.

He stood up all of a sudden as well, a matching grin on his face. “I’ll take your bet Granger, and if I win and that routine is just plain awful, you’ll go home with whomever I choose and pay my tab for tonight.”

“You have yourself a deal.” She extended her hand and they shook on it. As she moved to walk toward the stage she brushed past him and whispered in his ear, “One hour, and if you show up with clothes on, you won’t be invited in.” She placed a small kiss on the side of his cheek and walked away from him up to the stage.

By the end of her routine Draco didn’t know if it was good or bad, he just knew the only person in her bed tonight would be him. And her. And they would, in fact, be naked.



sirmerlin:

We’ll keep on fighting, till the end

sirmerlin:

We’ll keep on fighting, till the end