Daily Harry Potter Prompts

Sweet tooth

170.

#dramione
angst, secret romance

Hermione gawked shamelessly at the photos of her and Draco making out like two lovelorn teenagers behind the administration building.

“Where did you get these?”

Draco, too calm and is if completely bored by the whole matter, shrugged his shoulders.

#Hansy

“I’m sorry about everyone making such a fuss.” Harry said for what felt like the fiftieth time that evening.

He looked genuinely upset about it. His face scrunched up into a regretful grimace, green eyes laced with both guilt and a sense of fierce protectiveness that -

#dailyhpprompts #writesky #writingprompts #traumamakesdrama

#HPrarepairs

Hermione/Neville - Hermione moves to Hogsmeade several years after the war and (quite literally) bumps into Neville.

(1/3)

#ronsy
nsfw, Pansy’s in denial

“It’s a date!”

“Excuse me?” Pansy’s face scrunched in disgust, “Why would you ever say those words to me? Especially, when you’re still cocked up inside me.”

She glanced down at where they were joined, Ron’s hips continued to grind against her slowly.

It's a date

169.

#drarry

“Shit, shit, shit! Fucking Merlin’s saggy bollocks!”

Draco slipped his thumb between his lips, the warm heat of his mouth doing little to cool the burning pain pricking at his skin.

“Malfoy, what the hell are you doing?”

This is a Panville fic where Pansy is desperately trying to make breakfast to impress Neville, who spent the night for the first time, and nearly sets her kitchen on fire.

Burnt toast

168.

Hermione stirred awake, her body twisting towards the edge of the bed as she moved to stand to her feet.

She reached for a blanket drifting off a chair and wrapped it around herself, heading towards the window.

It was still night — stars sprinkled the nearly black sky while the moon hung bright.

Come back to bed

167.

I spend my time thinking about you

166.

Not speaking

165.

Who else knows?

164.

Shut up and dance with me

163.

#Oliver/Percy #HPrarepairs

“Show me where.” Percy’s voice shook, as he climbed onto the broom behind him, reluctance darkening his freckled features.

“Err…What?” Oliver’s eyebrows drew together at the request, his brain momentarily short-circuiting at the sudden closeness to the other boy.

Hide and seek

162.

Show me where

161.

Neville bending Pansy Parkinson over the kitchen counter, the vegetable delivery he brought her in a wicker basket ignored on the table when he realized she was wearing a white dress with thin straps, practically see-through in the afternoon sunlight, and no knickers.

Kitchen counter

160.

#Harmony

It grew like creeping ivy, slow and unnoticed until the vines were so deeply rooted in the brick that they could not be pulled down without damaging the entire house. They were best friends, flatmates, why wouldn't they do everything together?

Harry and Hermione, Hermione and Harry.

NSFW

His hips kept a steady tattoo as he pounded her into the mattress.

“Do you like that?”

Her breaths came out in pants, her words garbled as she took what he gave her, his pace unrelenting.

She was walking through the field, embarrassed by their public outburst. They were here to find the niffler who happened to jump out Malfoy's arms when he couldn't control himself.

"Granger, if you keep stomping about he's never going to come out," Malfoy drawled.

Part 1

#charmione / minor #tomione

“Don’t look at him, Hermione.”

Her eyes flicked from Tom seated in the chair across from them back to Charlie as he pressed against her bare.

“He doesn’t exist here, so please keep your eyes on me — on us. Only us.”

Keep your eyes on me

159.

#Dramione

“You’re a pompous git who shouldn’t be allowed a wand, but then again you only used it to pomade your hair,” Hermione insults him.
Draco quirks an eyebrow at her, a smirk tugging on his lips.
“Why, Granger, are we flirting suddenly?”
Hermione rolls her eyes, turning in her heel.

“We could be” or “do you want us to be? 😏”…. I love a flirtatious Draco but hermione just as much 💗

Are we flirting?

158.

✨ #dramione ✨

Rosalie stood in front of the house that had once seemed both scary and—frankly—boring. She used to beg her mother not to bring her there. Grandpa’s no-TV rule was no fun, and Grandma always wanted her to read. She didn’t like books (much to the disappointment of the Granger-Malfoys).