Harry was trying to cool himself down to no avail. He was sprawled out on the Gryffindor-red sofa, casting cooling spell after cooling spell. He remembered something Hermione once said about heat rising, and cursed the fact that Gryffindor was in a tower, of all things. Harry’d considered owling Draco -who was much more skilled with weather spells- but he knew that would only make things heat up. Call him crazy, but heatstroke wasn’t really a turn on.

“Hey Ginny,” Harry greeted her, moving to sit so that he didn’t take up all the room on the couch. “How are you feeling?” he asked, ever aware of the fact that Ginny was with child. 

Ginny smiled and as she sat cast a cooling spell that made the room feel quite chilly “I’m alright this weather is not helping with everything though” She looked at Harry “Is the heat this bad up in the boys dorm? You’d think they’d of put a cooling spell over the whole castle by now” She looked at the unlit fire and smiled “Couldn’t sleep either then?” She asked pulling her feet under her

“Seamus has been trying, but he’s better at combustion than cooling,” Harry laughed. Harry couldn’t help but notice the small swell in Ginny’s stomach as she sat down. He still wasn’t comfortable with the idea at all, but it seemed like things were too far along to stop. “Yeah, couldn’t sleep. School’s ending soon and I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

(via firecrotchginny)

firecrotchginny:

Ginny made her way back up to the Common Room, it was about 11:30pm and it was still sweltering inside the school with the sudden change in weather it really felt like summer. She whispered the password then “Nox” being able to navigate the Common Room with ease, in the low light. After about an…

Harry was trying to cool himself down to no avail. He was sprawled out on the Gryffindor-red sofa, casting cooling spell after cooling spell. He remembered something Hermione once said about heat rising, and cursed the fact that Gryffindor was in a tower, of all things. Harry’d considered owling Draco -who was much more skilled with weather spells- but he knew that would only make things heat up. Call him crazy, but heatstroke wasn’t really a turn on.

“Hey Ginny,” Harry greeted her, moving to sit so that he didn’t take up all the room on the couch. “How are you feeling?” he asked, ever aware of the fact that Ginny was with child. 

lordweasley:

Drarry[requested by oliverandjamesphelps]

(via queenymidas)

the-harry-potter:

The Boy Who Lived: Drarry Sexy Times

slytherin-ice-prince:

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…

Harry’s eyes stayed glued to Draco’s hips the entire walk down. When they reached their destination, Harry could hardly help himself and his jaw practically connected with the floor. Where the hell were they and how had he not known about this room before? “This is… Wow,” Harry stammered, wishing he could be more articulate but his mouth always seemed to have other ideas. The room was lit only by a few candles but as Harry’s eyes adjusted to the light he could make out a few benches, a bed and a wall stocked full of toys, paddles, riding crops and dozens of things that he didn’t even know the use of. A shiver of excitement ran down his back. “Is this what you Slytherins do in your spare time?” Harry asked breathlessly.

slytherin-ice-prince:

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.

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, wondering what Draco had in store for him. The invitation loomed in the back of his mind for the rest of the day, leaving him to anticipate and fantasize. He’d barely been able to focus during his last charms lesson of the day, fretting with his quill until he feared the wisps of feather would fall off.

After the dinner had finally wrapped up and all of Gryffindor tower was tucked away in their beds, Harry wrapped in his invisibility cloak made his way out of the commonroom. The castle was as beautiful as ever at night, the moonlight reflecting off the stone walls. But before Harry headed down to the dungeons, he had a stop to make. Harry ducked into a washroom, checking to see if anyone was around. Thankfully, it appeared he was alone. “Exciting. This is going to be exciting,” Harry assured himself absentmindedly as he conjured the bundle of clothes Pansy had loaned him. He shimmied into the Slytherin girl’s uniform and fastened all the buttons shut, even though they were sure to be ripped open later. After he was done, Harry glanced at himself in the mirror. He’d be damned if he didn’t feel sort of… Pretty. As strange and as unexpected as he felt admitting that. He concluded that he must be going mad.

By the time he made it down to the dungeon’s entrance, it read 12:15 on a clock that loomed on the wall. “Hey, love. Sorry I’m late,” Harry greeted the blonde man leaning against the door, removing his cloak to reveal what he was wearing.

princess-pansy-parkinson:

the-harry-potter:

princess-pansy-parkinson:

Of course! But in a wickedly delightful way. You’d like it.

…You think so?

I suppose I am open to anything.

Absolutely! Its very fun. And you coukd wear one of my uniforms! Oooh! That would be fun for both of you!

That would be. And I connecting with my inner Slytherin isn’t always such a bad thing… I’m starting to like this idea.

princess-pansy-parkinson:

Of course! But in a wickedly delightful way. You’d like it.

…You think so?

I suppose I am open to anything.