otp + favorite song;
draco x harry + 'my sweet prince’ by placebo
Harry/Draco ♦ Hogwarts Eighth Year
Due to the… unorthodox schooling last year, professors often found themselves teaching lessons that normally would’ve been taught the year before. When Harry walked into potions, he felt a wave of dejavu wash through him at the sight of the five cauldrons placed in the center of the room. Professor Slughorn beckoned everyone to gather around the potions and began the lesson.
When he reached the cauldron next to Harry, he called on Harry to name it. Harry took one look at the mother of pearl sheen and knew what it was: Amortentia. He could almost hear Hermione’s voice in his head as he gave nearly the same explanation she had two years ago. As he spoke, he caught a whiff of the scent.
It was… different.
Intrigued, Harry leaned forward and breathed in the scent. Without meaning to, he spoke his thoughts aloud, struggling to put them into words, “I smell fresh grass and brooms, like - like a quidditch day, and treacle tart and - “
He breathed in deeper, seeking that new scent. He couldn’t quite place where he knew it and yet, at the same time, it seemed so familiar. It was like a mixture of —
"Citrus and vanilla," Harry said aloud.
Too late, Harry recognized that scent and realized his mistake. Heat rushed to his face and he dropped his eyes to his potions book, praying the connection wasn’t made. He didn’t notice the gray eyes on him from across the room.
"Isn’t that the kind of cologne you wear?" Pansy asked beside him. "Citrus and vanilla?"
Draco didn’t respond, his eyes never leaving Harry.
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
Well I would have known
What I was living for all along
What I’ve been living for (x)
Omg I can just picture Draco showing up all red faced and snippy, convinced it’s all Harry’s fault, and Harry just smiles and let’s Draco rant because he just thinks the whole thing is so freakin cute. And next time him and Draco go shopping he insists they hold hands the entire time (wouldn’t want an incident like last time right ;) ~ ).
Juliet: Go ask his name.—If he be married,
My grave is like to be my wedding-bed.
Nurse: His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
The only son of your great enemy.
Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me
That I must love a loathèd enemy.
Romeo and Juliet Act 1: Scene 5
Because sending paper birds to each other is so heterosexual.
i fucked up the first time i posted this i’m sorry im trash