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posted 37 minutes ago (by: odairriere)

odairsascare:

awkward first date + crookshanks

requested by wandlesstribute

Hermione Granger puts her romantic fate in the hands of her friends and collegues, who set her up on multiple blind dates in an attempt to get her out of her office.  But, as fate would have it, the man they’ve arranged for her to have coffee with at her apartment is none other than Draco Malfoy.  

"What are you doing here?"

"Honestly, Granger?  I thought you were the bright one.  I’m here to woo you, obviously."

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posted 2 hours ago (by: waitingondhr)
waitingondhr:

a waitingondhr and odairsascare collaboration  
drabble by odairsascare 
The noise from the ongoing party pressed against the door, a few occasional obnoxious laughs peeling through the eave.    Still, for the most part, Draco considered himself safe from the cacophony he’d subjected his home to for the sake of business.  He locked the door behind him, shuffling through the dim-lit room, feeling welcomingly alone among the towers of books the Malfoy family had collected over the ages.  He would take the words written here over the blubbering conversations outside, and even if he couldn’t tolerate what he was reading he could always shut the book and cast it away.  If only he could do the same to people.
“The renowned Draco Malfoy abandoning his own party, what will the Daily Prophet have to say about this?”  The mockingly sweet voice of journalism called from behind.  He could see the headlines already, some kind of political rant about his ‘incapability to care for anything but himself’ as was the usual formula.  He was constantly on the hot seat with the papers, his face stamped on his company name in press along with some ridicule about his every move.  He could cure mortality and the woman behind the print would probably call him Voldemort.  Anything to inflame her ego and deflate his profit.
Draco dreaded turning around, contemplated if a fall from two steps up a staircase would be enough to kill him or at least knock him unconscious.  Intelligence told him it would only give her more material to work with.
“And what are you doing here, Granger?”
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waitingondhr:

a waitingondhr and odairsascare collaboration  
drabble by odairsascare 

The noise from the ongoing party pressed against the door, a few occasional obnoxious laughs peeling through the eave.    Still, for the most part, Draco considered himself safe from the cacophony he’d subjected his home to for the sake of business.  He locked the door behind him, shuffling through the dim-lit room, feeling welcomingly alone among the towers of books the Malfoy family had collected over the ages.  He would take the words written here over the blubbering conversations outside, and even if he couldn’t tolerate what he was reading he could always shut the book and cast it away.  If only he could do the same to people.

“The renowned Draco Malfoy abandoning his own party, what will the Daily Prophet have to say about this?”  The mockingly sweet voice of journalism called from behind.  He could see the headlines already, some kind of political rant about his ‘incapability to care for anything but himself’ as was the usual formula.  He was constantly on the hot seat with the papers, his face stamped on his company name in press along with some ridicule about his every move.  He could cure mortality and the woman behind the print would probably call him Voldemort.  Anything to inflame her ego and deflate his profit.

Draco dreaded turning around, contemplated if a fall from two steps up a staircase would be enough to kill him or at least knock him unconscious.  Intelligence told him it would only give her more material to work with.

“And what are you doing here, Granger?”

Read More

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posted 3 hours ago (by: accioknickers)
accioknickers:

"You’ve managed to snag a nice quiet restaurant. I am impressed."
"Well dear wife," he waved his hand flippantly in the air and Hermione felt a boast coming on, "you are married to Draco Malfoy, love. I can make anything happen, but you already knew that.” The corner of his mouth rising into that famous arrogant smirk he always wore when his ego was the size of a mountain troll.
Her brown eyes rolled in good nature at the arrogant ego boost she had mistakenly given him and laughed. “Oh, please if you weren’t married to me, your lovely wife Hermione Granger, you’d never be able to book such a high end muggle restaurant.” She boasted and returned his arrogant smirk to him.
Draco shook his head, drank his wine and laughed as he continued to watch his lovely wife’s chin rise knowing he had lost the argument this time.

accioknickers:

"You’ve managed to snag a nice quiet restaurant. I am impressed."

"Well dear wife," he waved his hand flippantly in the air and Hermione felt a boast coming on, "you are married to Draco Malfoy, love. I can make anything happen, but you already knew that.” The corner of his mouth rising into that famous arrogant smirk he always wore when his ego was the size of a mountain troll.

Her brown eyes rolled in good nature at the arrogant ego boost she had mistakenly given him and laughed. “Oh, please if you weren’t married to me, your lovely wife Hermione Granger, you’d never be able to book such a high end muggle restaurant.” She boasted and returned his arrogant smirk to him.

Draco shook his head, drank his wine and laughed as he continued to watch his lovely wife’s chin rise knowing he had lost the argument this time.

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posted 4 hours ago (by: 2firstnames)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.   But I have promises to keep,   And miles to go before I sleep,   And miles to go before I sleep.

— Robert Frost
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.
— Robert Frost

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posted 6 hours ago (by: waitingondhr)
waitingondhr:

Through The Window, We Go By: odairrieres 

Her hand lingered against the wood door, tracing it and the door knob in the outline of the person behind it. She felt the guttural agitation of fear in her belly mixed with an almost identical feeling of anticipation. She could hear Ginny screaming in her head that the choice was easy. But even now, she wasn’t so sure.
She opened the door.
Even though she knew he was there, felt him pulling at her string from miles away until he finally reeled her in, it was still a shock to see the moon-bleached figure standing there in wait. His hair shrouded his eyes and his body looked faded much like the first night she’d opened her eyes to see him looming there in her room like an apparition forever haunting her.
"What are you doing here?" She heard herself say as greeting. Her voice was weary, hostile around the edges.
It was as if her acknowledgement of him made him more solid, real. Life was breathed into him and it surged through him, made him shift, made him give a small laugh mainly to himself as he looked her over, gave a meek smile. He moved towards her with a spark of invigoration that ignited her nerves. “I’m cashing in my rain check.”

waitingondhr:

Through The Window, We Go By: odairrieres

Her hand lingered against the wood door, tracing it and the door knob in the outline of the person behind it. She felt the guttural agitation of fear in her belly mixed with an almost identical feeling of anticipation. She could hear Ginny screaming in her head that the choice was easy. But even now, she wasn’t so sure.

She opened the door.

Even though she knew he was there, felt him pulling at her string from miles away until he finally reeled her in, it was still a shock to see the moon-bleached figure standing there in wait. His hair shrouded his eyes and his body looked faded much like the first night she’d opened her eyes to see him looming there in her room like an apparition forever haunting her.

"What are you doing here?" She heard herself say as greeting. Her voice was weary, hostile around the edges.

It was as if her acknowledgement of him made him more solid, real. Life was breathed into him and it surged through him, made him shift, made him give a small laugh mainly to himself as he looked her over, gave a meek smile. He moved towards her with a spark of invigoration that ignited her nerves. “I’m cashing in my rain check.”

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posted 7 hours ago (by: pragmatique)
pink-martini:

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger Reunited Once Again

dramione news article request for (and written by) ofringmasters

pink-martini:

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger Reunited Once Again

dramione news article request for (and written by) ofringmasters

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posted 8 hours ago (by: dracomalfuoy)
dracomalfuoy:

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posted 9 hours ago (by: micromys)

unfriendlybambi:

f-emasculata:

REALLY just wanna take this chance to remind the people who follow me to not kill/trap opossums if they’re in your yard, and do not call animal control! Seriously.

  1. Opossums are literally 100% BIOLOGICALLY INCAPABLE of carrying rabies. Their body temperature is too cool to incubate it properly.
  2. Opossums are actually quite gentle and NOCTURNAL, so if they’re roaming, they’ve probably gotten lost, been injured, and are looking for a place to hide.
  3. Young opossums tend to try to climb into garbage cans when they’re starving. This is because THEY ARE LITERALLY STARVING. Don’t fucking shoot them or hit them with things because you wanna be some fucking macho top-of-the-food-chain cocksucker.
  4. Mama possums are amazing mothers and if you encounter an “aggressive” opossum, it’s probably because she’s got babies hanging off her nipple and she’s freaking out. They’re clumsy. Sometimes they don’t hear you coming and  you catch each other off guard.
  5. Wanna lure an opossum off of your property? You can set up a box with some greens and cat kibble in it, hide it well, and lure them out that way. They’re actually quite harmless and keep other predators away. they eat lotsa gross stuff.
  6. Opossum mamas who get hit by cars often still have their helpless babies attached to them. Possums get a bad rep and people say they are “the dumbest animal”, but they are incredible creatures who have been around since the days of fucking dinosaurs so treat them well, okay?

Aww!!!

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