Why is this perfectness not a fic? Loooooove!G E N D E R S W A P | requested by my girls ♥
hunter parrish as hermes granger
amber heard as draconia malfoy
tears tears forever
I think my heart just grew three sizes before bursting from all the feels.
zxdgsdfghdfhdfhg
;^;
NO THAT’S FINE I WANTED TO CRY TODAY
Draco’s told me all about you.
Wlexendre
Welle
or Welly
whatever shake your boat
wetee.
Wesee or Wesey
Wemes
Weyme
Wren
I really like that, actually.
Wenneh. Sounds like a weird pronunciation of Winnie.
whelby
well then
Welly
weterene
that is so weird…
Wlezebeth..o.0
Wementhe Weeese Wndrews
Miracle on Diagon Alley - Chapter 1: Quidditch Star
“To tell me what?” he said. “Tell me what, Lyra?”
I looked up, right into his eyes. The same orbs I had seen every time I looked into the mirror. I felt like I wanted to kill myself when I realised how we looked ridiculously alike.
“Tell you that you’re my dad.”
Where is the rest….I need more! Gah….I must go read Dramione now! This video….all the shipper feels, my Crys!
We finally get to see the cute little baby.
But why Is Robin crying and why has barney his hand on robins back?
I hope she finally tells them she can’t have babies poor Robin maybe she changed her mind after seeing Lily’s baby.
“Dad wasn’t always good like you, was he Mum?” Lyra sat across from her Mother at the dining room table, breakfast set out before them. Draco had left for work barely ten minutes ago, while Scorpius sat between the pair. He was staring down at his plate, sending his sister a warning frown when she spoke. Hermione was taken aback for a moment, sparing a glance in her sons direction. “Wherever did you get that idea?” A nervous chuckle bubbled up her throat. Lyra was about to answer, when Scorpius dropped his spoon and a loud clatter echoed around the room. “I told her, because it’s true.” He sent his Mother a glare, and she froze momentarily. It reminded her so much of the glares Draco sent her in their early Hogwarts years, causing her to shiver uncomfortably. “We’ve talked about this, Scorpius.” The witch stood from her chair, walking around the table to crouch beside Lyra. Her son knew about the past, but her daughter did not. Well, there was no time like the present. “Your Father has always been good, sweetheart.” Hermione tucked a few strands of hair behind Lyra’s ear, eyes lingering on the blonde locks for a moment. “It took him a few years to realise, but everything he did, he did for his family. If that’s not good, then I don’t know what is.”
I wish I could go to Hogwarts!
I wish I could go to Camp Half-Blood!
I wish I could travel in the TARDIS!
Never.
Got my hair cut…worst idea ever!