This is wonderful. the girl in the background made the blonde girl’s desktop background a picture of her holding a sign that said “Hi there. So um… Will you be my girlfriend?” while she was in the bathroom. This is the girl’s response. Made my day.
her fuckign fac eomfg
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Se você ama alguém, não deve nunca machuca-lo. American Horror Story
American Horror Story season two, crazier than ever.
(Source: violetspills)
A Vivan and Lizzie Collaboration
There was a lull in the live music before it started up again. Hermione swiveled her head around to look at the crowd gathering on the dance floor. She spotted Draco across the room, her breath stuttered and her chest panged with disappointment.
He looked good, dressed in his fine robes. He had been in the process of shrugging it off, revealing a more modern ensemble underneath.
When he grabbed Astoria by the hands and moved toward the dance floor, Hermione forced herself to look away. But in the next moment, she felt compelled to sneak another glance, inviting more misery.
She didn’t know what she had expected to see, but it certainly wasn’t him smiling down at Astoria, nor how easily the two moved across the dance floor. They were the perfect pair. They’ll lead a perfectly amazing life together and have perfect little pureblood heirs.Hermione exhaled a heavy breath, surprised by intense wave of jealously hitting her.
“Well?” Hermione pressed from her position lying next to Draco on the sand, turning her head to look at him. A whisper of a smile lined her fair features, and her hazel eyes shimmered with the aftermath of the blissful afternoon she’d spent with her clandestine lover at the beach, sending a delicious and tangible sort of joy to spread through her body.
“Well what?” Draco drawled, one brow quirked slightly. He shifted his gaze from the colorful sunset to her, shifting closer so that their limbs brushed together. She could tell he was attempting to scowl, but the bushy-haired Witch knew the Malfoy Heir well enough to infer that he was trying to refrain from smiling.
He could deny it all he wanted, but he’d enjoyed this afternoon spent together just as much as she had.
“Well, what did you think of the beach?” Hermione pressed, giggling slightly. She studied his rather impassive face for a reaction, noting that the only way in which he communicated any emotion to her was through his striking grey eyes. He rolled his eyes slightly and scoffed, and Hermione resisted the urge to playfully punch him.
“The sand irritates the fuck out of me, the Muggles were batshit crazy, and the water looked as dirty as Weasley’s blood,” He growled, but there was no malice behind his words. Hermione rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in a disapproving manner, scooting closer to him. She trailed her finger down the length of his forearm until she reached his hand, intertwining their fingers together.
“You’re a right git, Draco Malfoy,” She began softly, her nose brushing against his cheek. Draco’s shoulders shuddered slightly as he snickered, his mouth lifting upwards into an amused smirk.
“Is that so, Granger? I’m sorry, what were you expecting when you brought me here—to act like someone like Weasley? Potter?”
She remained silent for several moments, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she mused over an appropriate response.
“No,” She answered simply, teasing him. She rolled away from him slightly and gazed at the sky, streaked with the different shades of the rainbows. “No, I think I’ll settle for you.”
Draco snickered, rolling his eyes and lifting his eyes to the sky again.
“Love you too, Granger.”
Drabble by Danielle
