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We still have lots of open character spots in our eighth year experience.
Both Dean and Seamus are still open, (Deamus, anyone?) along with all of the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw characters you know and love from the books.
We accept all ships, so go ahead and apply!
(via princess-pansy-parkinson)
The Boy Who Lived: Drarry Sexy Times
Draco had mentally prepared himself in those spare fifteen minutes for whatever Harry was going to pull. And yes, he knew there would be something. Draco wanted to be completely in command tonight, so Harry couldn’t start thinking he had even a shred of control. Finally, he heard Harry’s voice, and his breath hitched at the sight of his boyfriend. Fuck. Draco quickly composed himself, his mouth curling into a sneer. “Tardiness will get you nowhere, Potter.”
Draco’s familiar sneer stirred something within Harry. “I’ll try my best to make up for it,” he promised, making his way to Draco’s side. “You lead the way,” he motioned into the dark caverns, his imagination running wild with what Draco had stored down there. They’d both gone to the school for eight years now, but he doubted they’d explored the entirety of the school’s underbelly and possibilities lurked behind every corner.
Draco walked in front of Harry, swaying his hips as he did so. Why not tease Harry while he could? Draco was very well acquainted with this part of the castle, but he knew Harry wasn’t. The thought brought a thrill through him. While Draco definitely loved Harry and held no vengeance for the other boy, he had always dreamed of being the one to call the shots for once. And thinking about what they were only just about to do.. Draco smirked. “Here we are.”
→ Draco/Harry to Mr. Brightside - The Killers, asked by bonwrights
(Source: drarrysexual, via drarry-obsession)
Draco had mentally prepared himself in those spare fifteen minutes for whatever Harry was going to pull. And yes, he knew there would be something. Draco wanted to be completely in command tonight, so Harry couldn’t start thinking he had even a shred of control. Finally, he heard Harry’s voice, and his breath hitched at the sight of his boyfriend. Fuck. Draco quickly composed himself, his mouth curling into a sneer. “Tardiness will get you nowhere, Potter.”Harry had been trying to keep himself awake in potions class when a note appeared on his desk. Curious, he unfolded the edges to reveal his boyfriend’s handwriting:
Harry,
Meet me at the entrance to the dungeons at midnight. You won’t regret it.
-Draco
Harry’s lips curved into a grin,…
Like having a dick up your arse, I suppose.
All in good time.
If I must.
