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drarry au in which the slytherins slip draco a 24-hour love potion so that he falls in love with harry potter
and they’re all laughing watching him drink it and they watch him all day waiting for him to make a fool of himself
and he doesn’t act any different
I accidentally made a ficlet:
Draco had learned how to deal with his feelings. Ignore them. Hide them. Pretend they didn’t exist. It had taken him years to perfect this talent, but by his 6th year he was a professional.
He held to the philosophy of bottling up his feelings because he found them to be an utter inconvenience. Draco had more important things to do - You-Know-Who expected him to kill Dumbledore, for example, and he needed to focus on making a plan to avoid the wrath of the Dark Lord. Plus maintain the illusion that he was at least trying in his classes. And be a good role-model for his own cronies, like Crabbe and Goyle. The last thing he needed in his life was something else to take care of.
On one winter’s evening, Draco was sitting in the Slytherin common room brooding about one thing or another, surrounded by his cohort of admirers. While they were giving him their esteemed attention, a second group of people in the common room were glancing over at the spectacle and talking to each other in hushed tones.
"Look at the Draco Fanclub today," sneered a fifth year. They seem even more pathetic than usual."
"Don’t they know they’re not going to get anywhere by sucking up to him? Whether or not he’s actually joined the Death Eaters, he’s clearly far to busy to associate with the likes of them. Outside of ranting in the common room, that is," someone replied.
"Draco really needs to lighten up."
A more mischievous fourth year suddenly got a smile on her face. “I’ve got just the thing.”
A so a small faction of Slytherin found themselves in the library, researching love potions. “This is dumb,” said the fifth year, a particularly pessimistic boy named Vince. “Why can’t we just order one from the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes?”
"The would leave a trail straight to us. Leave no trace!" the fourth year replied. Small and innocent looking, Cassandra had a big personality and more plans to reach her ends than anyone else in Slytherin.
"Whatever…" he grumbled.
"I mean, it won’t be too difficult to make," said AJ, a big and burley sixth year who absolutely loved potions class. "We can get the ingredients from the students’ stores and my… connections." AJ frequently made potions in his free time, and had a few friends who knew how to get him the more forbidden ingredients that he needed.
"How long until we’ll be ready for action?" Cassandra asked.
"The potion will be done in a week and a half, tops," replied AJ. This was why he had been brought in on their plan. In the Slytherins’ mind, nobody was better at potions than AJ, except maybe Snape.
"Fantastic. Sam, are you up for talking to the House Elves?" Sam was a fifth year student who knew her way around Hogwarts to a degree that almost rivaled the Weasley twins.
She smiled. “Definitely.”
Precisely 11 days later, a group of Slytherins sat unusually close to Draco at dinner. They paid close attention to what he was eating and drinking. Had Draco not been so preoccupied with his thoughts, he would have been fairly creeped out by their stares. But he didn’t notice their stares, just like he didn’t notice their smiles when he took his first swig of pumpkin juice or their quiet cheers when he finished his drink. He only noticed how tired he felt from a day’s worth of work.
"I can’t wait for tomorrow!" whispered Vince. "I hope the love potion made it into Malfoy’s pumpkin juice."
"Of course it did. I made sure the House Elves would take care of that for us," replied Sam, a little hurt that her skill was being doubted.
"When Draco wakes up, he’ll be in love with-" Cassandra stifled a giggle. "Harry Potter!"
Everyone laughed, imagining what the next day would bring. They had mapped out Draco’s schedule, and planned to follow him around to enjoy their hard work. The first thing on the list was breakfast in the Great Hall.
When breakfast finally rolled around (none of them had slept very well with all of their excitement), they found themselves at the Slytherin table waiting for Draco to walk in.
And walk in he did.
And sit down.
And subtly glance at Harry over by the Gryffindor table.
And eat some bacon. And toast. And eggs.
"It didn’t work!" moaned Vince.
"I made that potion perfectly. I don’t know what’s going on," said AJ.
"You must have messed something up, then!" Vince replied.
"Hey, I know when a potion is finished and when it is ruined. This one was good."
Cassandra was disappointed and confused at her failed plan. “Well something went wrong. Maybe it’ll kick in late. Let’s keep watching him.”
But the entire day, Draco didn’t proclaim his love for Potter, doodle hearts during History or Magic, write poetry about the Boy Who Lived on his parchment, or even give Harry a second glance. The Slytherins didn’t understand. If anything, Draco seemed more angry at Potter than usual. It was bizarre.
Draco had, in fact, noticed that Harry was looking particularly good that day. It was an incredible nuisance. Potter was, well, maybe not easy to ignore most days, but Draco could manage it. But today, Harry looked fantastic, with his sleek black hair perfectly messy and his eyes a stellar green, and his scar an amazing accessory to the sculpture of his face… It was infuriating. Draco swore to himself that he wouldn’t look at Harry for the rest of the day. It would be too much to handle.
Instead, he went about his business as usual, his thoughts ever so frequently revolving around the Boy Who Lived. Usually Draco was better at not thinking about Harry, but today he was just out of it. He couldn’t focus on anything, which was unfortunate given that his first plan to take down Dumbledore was near to fruition. Today was simply lost to thoughts about Harry.
It was all Potter’s fault. Potter owed him a day of work for being exceptionally time-consuming and annoyingly handsome.
But Draco knew he was never going to get today back.
WOOO SOMEONE FOUND IT I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED
(I’m publishing this so I can go back and remember this accomplishment; For those of you reading this I put my tumblr on the bulletin board (with an I Believe in Sherlock Holmes message) in the Sherlock Holmes museum in London AND IT WAS FOUND YAAAAY).
Thank you SO MUCH for telling me this, it totally made my day (I’m also really sorry it took me so long to reply).
On my english class’s facebook group someone posted a crash course video about the great gatsby (while cramming for the AP test) and it turned into a john green appreciation post in the comments.
Arthur will rise,
and school’s just begun.
Hogwarts will be there,
to welcome you home.
The world’s still looked after,
Sam and Dean will still run.
Castiel will follow,
and times will be fun.
The Doctor’s still there,
and Sherlock will come.
Clara’s new to the TARDIS,
John won’t stay undone.
So just you keep waiting,
the show isn’t done.
Put your chin up,
keep smiling on.
(in response to this)
So I reblogged a ton of mishapocalypse stuff to my other blog because I don’t care if people unfollow me there but then I realized - that was the blog I told this girl at school was mine (after she asked for my tumblr and I didn’t want to give her my main fandom one over here).
I really hope she doesn’t go on tumblr for april fools or I am going to have a lot of explaining to do.