I like totally like have my own like account on harrypotterfanfiction.net like. Oh yeah, uh huh, spray tan.
54/100 behind the scenes {◙}
tom must’ve been cold without his SLYTHERIN SWEATER :3
I suddenly thought….
CEDRIC AND HERMIONE?
could it be?
is it too wierd?
I’m a Dramione shipper through and through, but omggggggg. Cedric/Hermione is my number two. Go and read Finding Himself by Minisinoo! If there’s a story to convert anyone, it’s that one - and the sequel!
…this has been bugging me for ages. When Voldemort gets destroyed in HP, he turns into flakes. Ashes. Whatever. Personally, I would have liked to have seen some a little less anti-climatic. Like, for example: he shape shifts way, way back to when he was just a boy, discovering he has magic, then to that feteus thing he was at Kings Cross/the Graveyard and then… I dunno, something effect-y after that. Like a chain reaction kind of thing - PRIORI INCANTATEM! Using that as like a base; it brought out Voldermort’s last kills, correct? So why couldn’t it have been the same sort of effect? I just think the way he floated off into the air was kinda… just not good enough. Argh. But that’s just me. I’m a very dramatic, needy person. If Voldemort had’ve exploded like a bomb, then that would’ve been cool. Or if his magic got transferred to Harry - OMG. I’ll stop now, but you get my point! Do you get my point???
Ooooh, imagine if Voldemort turned into Harry’s special Horcrux that somehow, for the first time in wizarding history (because that’s how shit happens in HP), wasn’t evil???
Death Eater!Hermione drabble.
The contours of her face no longer looked familiar to him. She had always been the look of innocence; the poster-girl for loyalty. Well, she had been loyal, hadn’t she? Harry Potter felt his throat constrict, a coldness seep into his bones and begin to drag him into the abyss of betrayal he was suddenly neck-deep in thus far in the war.
“This…” he whispered, his body shuddering violently. “This isn’t happening…”
“Did you honestly believe I would have let you go to Godrics Hollow without a second thought just hours after refusing you leave our location?” the witch questioned as if he had only half a brain. “I was waiting. And then Snape sent that Patronus - I saw it all.” she paused and gripped her wand tighter. “But i’m not about to answer all those questions swimming around in that thick skull of yours. I’ve watched far too many Muggle films to know what happens next.”
Suddenly, a barrage of memories clicked into place. Words and puzzles coming together that he had never seen before now. His heart sped up, slowed down, possibly stopped for just a fraction of a second before the betrayal showed clearly on his face. Her smirk grew.
“Did you know all along?” She asked mockingly. “Now, you realise, that the answer to that question, is yes. Had you have taken the time to think outside the box, this would have happened a whole lot sooner.”
A hissing voice echoed around them and she glanced up, her eyes roaming, “Well,” she said, looking back into his emerald orbs that were glistening with tears. “I guess it’s time for you to go. It was nice knowing you - and I really do mean that.”
Leaving behind nothing but the residue of shattered memories, Hermione Granger was gone.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Deleted Deleted Scenes #1.
dramione; The Fellowship of the Fandom.
I’m desperate to read a long, intense and WELL WRITTEN Dramione fic. Its like they’ve all been written, i’ve read them and now i’m left with one-shots and those fics. You know, the ones where the grammar is shitty and the story is lame -or the plot is awesome just written shitty- and then, oh god, the mary sue stories. Like Veela!Hermione. Like wtf dude? Really? No.
Can someone please point me in the right direction?
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youcannotlivewithoutdreaming:
Facts about my future husband (see photo above).
Christian’s former publicist is being treated for post-traumatic stress disorder due to Christian’s explosive nature.
Christian turned down the role of James Bond.
His number one nemesis was and is Leonardo DiCaprio; Leo was originally signed on to portray Patrick Bateman in American Psycho but Christian wanted the role. When they announced Leo had gotten it, Christian was livid, “Losing this role is like shoving a pencil into my brain.” Eventually, Leo bailed because he was told the movie could produce copycat killers from within it’s teen base. The role then went to Ewan McGreggor but he was screwed out of taking the lead role in The Beach by the one and only Leonardo DiCaprio; Christian begged Ewan not to take the role and he didn’t. Christian finally got the role of Bateman which made his famous.
During American Psycho, there were tons of nude scenes so Christian had to wear what’s called a Cock-Sock. Flesh coloured sock, really. I guess you know how it works. His co-star, Guinever Turner mocked the size of his sock and it pissed Christian off immensely.
On a creepier note, Christian would call up his friends and family, saying into the phone: “It’ssssssss Patrick!” <— weird. iknowbutstill.
Coming back to Leo DiCaprio, he beat Christian to all the roles he had been trying to get. This Boy’s Life, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape? Titanic and Romeo + Juliet, just to name a few.
When he got offered the role of James Bond, he said he resented the characjter for representing “every despicable stereoptype about England and British actors.” He added that he’d “already played a serial killer.” Okay, this dude is gold so far, right?
Christian admitted that out of all of his roles, his identified with Patrick Bateman the most. /insert creeped out face here.
Christian doesn’t really like his fans much. He actually wanted one fan “eliminated” when a fan letter got to his private residence in Manhattan. He told his publicist by fax: “Better to be safe than sorry [by eliminating the fan and that] a screwdriver thrust through the eyeball and into the brain will prevent any screaming. Let me know how it goes.” *clears throats nervously*
When fans approached Christian in public, he would “lecture little girls about being rude and intrusive until tears streamed down their faces.”
When he had to lose all that weight for The Machinist (a whopping 51kgs!) his diet consisted of water, an apple and one cup of coffee per day - with the occasional whiskey.
Christian’s father tried to stop him from going ahead with American Psycho which caused problems between them from that movie forward.
And last of all, Christian didn’t go to Heath Ledger’s funeral. *sadface*
And after all this, I’d still marry him.
of course you would. cuz it’s not true. not the least because i’ve seen his penis and it’s actually large. so yeah all lies.
Well it’s not all lies, actually. These are all facts Christian Bale has confirmed and it was him who snapped about Turner mocking his junk. The fact doesn’t say say “he has a small cock” does it? No.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m610mcBr2V1rr6uvco1_400.jpg)
Facts about my future husband (see photo above).
- Christian’s former publicist is being treated for post-traumatic stress disorder due to Christian’s explosive nature.
- Christian turned down the role of James Bond.
- His number one nemesis was and is Leonardo DiCaprio; Leo was originally signed on to portray Patrick Bateman in American Psycho but Christian wanted the role. When they announced Leo had gotten it, Christian was livid, “Losing this role is like shoving a pencil into my brain.” Eventually, Leo bailed because he was told the movie could produce copycat killers from within it’s teen base. The role then went to Ewan McGreggor but he was screwed out of taking the lead role in The Beach by the one and only Leonardo DiCaprio; Christian begged Ewan not to take the role and he didn’t. Christian finally got the role of Bateman which made his famous.
- During American Psycho, there were tons of nude scenes so Christian had to wear what’s called a Cock-Sock. Flesh coloured sock, really. I guess you know how it works. His co-star, Guinever Turner mocked the size of his sock and it pissed Christian off immensely.
- On a creepier note, Christian would call up his friends and family, saying into the phone: “It’ssssssss Patrick!” <— weird. iknowbutstill.
- Coming back to Leo DiCaprio, he beat Christian to all the roles he had been trying to get. This Boy’s Life, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape? Titanic and Romeo + Juliet, just to name a few.
- When he got offered the role of James Bond, he said he resented the characjter for representing “every despicable stereoptype about England and British actors.” He added that he’d “already played a serial killer.” Okay, this dude is gold so far, right?
- Christian admitted that out of all of his roles, his identified with Patrick Bateman the most. /insert creeped out face here.
- Christian doesn’t really like his fans much. He actually wanted one fan “eliminated” when a fan letter got to his private residence in Manhattan. He told his publicist by fax: “Better to be safe than sorry [by eliminating the fan and that] a screwdriver thrust through the eyeball and into the brain will prevent any screaming. Let me know how it goes.” *clears throats nervously*
- When fans approached Christian in public, he would “lecture little girls about being rude and intrusive until tears streamed down their faces.”
- When he had to lose all that weight for The Machinist (a whopping 51kgs!) his diet consisted of water, an apple and one cup of coffee per day - with the occasional whiskey.
- Christian’s father tried to stop him from going ahead with American Psycho which caused problems between them from that movie forward.
- And last of all, Christian didn’t go to Heath Ledger’s funeral. *sadface*
And after all this, I’d still marry him.
of course you would. cuz it’s not true. not the least because i’ve seen his penis and it’s actually large. so yeah all lies.
Well it’s not all lies, actually. These are all facts Christian Bale has confirmed and it was him who snapped about Turner mocking his junk. The fact doesn’t say say “he has a small cock” does it? No.
Facts about my future husband (see photo above).
And after all this, I’d still marry him.
The next few seconds seemed to last an eternity to Draco.
Hermione’s fingers grew suddenly cold in his grasp; the frozen smile on her face was slipping, melting. He felt his own burning cheeks release the smile he had been gracing her with when that warmth behind her eyes gradually lost its heat and slipped into nothing, like they were emptying out eighteen years of knowledge, of life. And, he realised, that that’s exactly what was happening. The depth in her eyes were now shallow as her fingers left his; her arm fell by her side and her knees buckled.
He heard himself scream in protest, diving forward in what felt like slow motion to catch her before she hit the hard, cold flagstone flooring of the great hall. She didn’t move in his arms, once he had caught her. Time froze, as did the students around them. The Gryffindors were no longer smiling; the Slytherins were no longer scowling. The mutual shock that radiated throughout each and every students body seemed to stick them in their spots, except for Pansy Parkinson.
The raven haired witch fled the Great Hall in a heartbeat, her vibrating, angry wand still dripping with death in her grip, the two deadly words still lingering on her lips. Her blue eyes blazed with hurt, deceit, fear and heartache. But no one cared; no one followed the witch who murdered Hermione Granger.
“No, no, no, no,” the Head Boy repeated over and over, his lips brushing the cold, pale-blue lips of his dearly departed. “It can’t be - it isn’t true.”
Weasley pulled his hands over his face, his body wracking sobs silent to Draco’s own thundering heartbeat. The Boy Who Lived no longer seemed living anymore, his emerald green eyes almost completely diffused and blank, staring at the scene before him. No one was thinking about whom it was that was holding the Head Girl; no one cared that their yearlong secret love had just been laid bare before them all, but they did care for the broken heart that the once hated Slytherin now possessed. Hermione had renewed his faith in life, tried to push him away to stop him from getting hurt by a relationship she deemed impossible but eventually restored the love to his heart upon finally giving into her own desire to be with him.
All it took was two words to undo all that had been done; to take all the good that had been and make it a painfully distant memory for not just Draco, but the rest of Hogwarts, too.
With one final, gut wrenching sob, he reluctantly let go of the witch in his arms, looked into her lifeless eyes once more and then rose from his spot on the ground. Sniffing and blinking, he turned away and headed for the large oak doors.
An eye for an eye; a heart for a heart.
Movies that remind me of Dramione:
Why am I posting this? I don’t know. Because I can? Because I live, breathe and bleed Dramione? And because I’m watching Moulin Rouge and I will cry in a matter of thirty-two seconds. God damn the Duke!
“All my life you made me believe I’m only worth as much as people would pay for me!” Draco shouted at Lucius, thrusting his arms into the sleeves of his jacket. “But Hermione loves me. She loves me father.”
Somewhere in here, Draco!Satine would start singing softly: “Yes it all… ends… todaayyy….”
Yeaaaahhh.
I wanna write a Moulin Rouge based Dramione fic. Chaptered, of course. But it would be Hogwarts era, no singing or prostitution but a serious conversion of character roles from schoolyard to dark!schoolyard with dark!Ron. Oooh, dark!Ron is my favourite because Draco always gives him his in the end. Garr.
Can you tell I’m bored?
So my nephew, who just recently turned six, expressed his fondness for his favourite Potter character and how much he wants to be like Draco when he grows up (wtfuu..). Although he called me a filthy Mudblood when I told him the characters name was pronounced Draco, not effing Drake. I don’t care if he’s four or not. I simply hate that nickname.
The only thing that will make the baby stop crying is Biggie.
LOLLLLLLL WOW xD
I would be so proud of my baby if it did this.
One day, I will have a Biggie Baby.
(Source: juilan)
