When Post Nut Clarity Hits And You Realize You Slept With The Enemy

I did not come to have my heart broken

damn i was on my ride back home from a conference and my mind just went like:

what if draco stayed after his trial and started working in the ministry hoping to redeem himself and gives back to the wizarding community to help them repair homes after the war. although he’s trying his best, some wizards still believe he’s evil and working his way through inside the ministry to bring it down again. the exceptions to this are hermione granger and luna lovegood.

harry doesn’t understand why does his friends can easily forgive malfoy. all of a sudden, harry finds that all of his friends are friends of draco malfoy except him. hermione would say “give him a chance,” but harry was not ready to. the only person he trusts at this point is ron.

draco was later assigned as the department secretary of the aurors. he does all the filing and proof reading of every reports. he’s good at his job, harry reluctantly admits but that doesn’t mean it’s a good reason for him to start being mushy with malfoy.

draco tries to be civil of course, but their long history of fight and bullying at draco’s part makes it hard for harry to do the same. call him petty. he doesn’t care.

it was two years after draco’s stay at the department that harry mellows out. he’d seen malfoy’s changed behaviour and attitude. well, okay. malfoy is fucking rich but works for a bare minimum pay wage and mostly donates it to the charity. it’s a pretty darning evidence. he’d seen him eating lunch with hermione. he’d witnessed malfoy siding with muggleborns who are being discriminated in the streets. and had made a few quite friends from them.

so when draco asks him out for a dinner, it shocked him and said no out of panic. he sees draco’s defeated face and did not stop him when draco turned his back and walk to the lobby to go home.

the incident was on his mind for days. he hasn’t seen nor heard from draco. it’s either he’s good at avoiding harry or he’s just really busy. and harry doesn’t know why it bothers him. a lot.

after a week, his floo in the living room rings up. it was draco’s voice asking to be let in. harry steps aside and draco comes out of the floo.

“you owe me dinner.”

harry stammers, completely thrown back.

“i don’t owe you anything malfoy!”

“contrary on what you believe, you actually do. you owe me an apology.”

“what are you on? is this some kind of joke?”

“no, it’s not. it looks like i’m not getting the dinner and the apology. i’ll just get it in another way.”

“i don’t understand anything from what you’re saying.”

“i forgot gryffindors are a bit daft, aren’t they?”

“did you come here just to insult me?”

“merlin, you haven’t been listening. i told you, you owe me.”

“i’ve heard. what i don’t get it is the apology part.”

“i think your brain will combust if you worked it hard. there’s an easy way out of this. open your arms and close your eyes.”

“i’m not going to open my arms and close my eyes!”

“ah, right. you don’t trust me.”

“it’s not that i don’t trust you but i’m not going to do this until you tell me why i have to.”

“you’re not going to do it even if i tell you.”

“then why—”

“just shut your pretty mouth and let me do the talking. close your eyes. no peeking or i’ll kill you.”

“you’re not exactly convincing me here.”

“harry, please.”

his name coming from draco’s lips does the work.

harry closes his eyes and he feels arms coming around him and a chest closing on his own. draco is so warm and harry can’t help himself but return the hug.

“you’re not allowed to say anything.”

“okay.”

“harry, shut up.”

he feels draco’s head between his neck and he presses his body more to him. there’s a myriad of emotions growing inside of him but most importantly he feels relieved.

they stay hugging for five minutes. it was the calmest five minutes harry had so he whines when draco removes himself from harry.

“remember, no peeking.” draco whispers.

harry hears the floo fires out and he opens his eyes to an empty living room.

harry comes to the work the next day and sees a new person behind draco’s desk and a new plaque. the smile on his face is instantly wiped.

i always think about that study where they had adults hold a baby, and when they were told the baby was a girl the adults said she was cute and small, and when they were told the baby was a boy they said he was big and strong. they rated the baby’s ability to do things and tendency towards certain toys differently. they even held the baby differently. (x) or when they rated the baby’s physical ability to do various tasks such as climbing up a slope differently, (x) & when they measured how much parents told their girl children vs. their boy children to be careful and stop being so rowdy (x), & when they measured how often girls and boys were told to be quiet. (x) this was, obviously, all unconscious behavior in the adults. they’re not all like, raving sexists who outspokenly believe that women can’t do stuff or that girls really should just be quieter, be more still than boys. like its not even counting the direct, actual messages, its just literally how every single person in your entire life treats you, and if asked they would probably deny that its even because you’re a girl. how the fuck am i supposed to believe this doesn’t affect a child’s development when its literally constant throughout the entire process 

what people think writing is: worldbuilding, churning out entire chapters in one sitting, metaphors, character building, finishing novels, flawless plotlines

what writing actually is: random 1 am thoughts, zoning out into fictional worlds, associating songs with characters, writer’s block for six weeks at a time, coming up with plot twists at the most inconvenient times

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

It's past midnight I need sleep

Ten stared up at his brother who was gliding through the clouds with practised ease, “Get down here, Gwen! Not everyone has wings like you!”

When Gwen’s tinkling laughter rang out from above, Ten felt a stab of jealousy and suddenly his patched shirt was too small for him. He could feel the shrivelled up remains of his own wings brush the coarse fabric of the hand-me-down shirt and wanted to cut the useless limbs off. He was never going to fly, not with his wings dead and never having neared maturity to even support one fraction of his weight.

Gwen slowly returned to the ground, but not before flying through several heavy looking clouds and ending slightly damp. He shook the water droplets out of his sandy hair and grinned at Ten. Ten mirrored the grin, but not feeling any warmth from the gesture.

“Come on, we’d better head back before a storm breaks out.” Gwen picked up his bag from the ground, flexing his back muscles as he did so, and started making his way over to the little cabin they shared together.

Ten followed, eyes going over his twin brother’s good features. Sand coloured hair with eyes as blue as the ocean that slwol chipped away at the cliffs below them. Gwen was tall and well tones, muscles all in the right places and proportions. Gwen would make a right living out in the city, Ten thought.

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Nothing fills it

Nothing escapes it

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The end.

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💫Wholesome Job List💵

For if you need ideas about what goals you want in life 😊

☕Coffee Barista- making coffee drinks for people and selling little sandwiches and making unique flavors. Could also take it a step forward and own your own coffee shop

🍰 Bakery- Baking sweets and goods, decorating with frosting, wholesome environment, cute decor. Owning one would be such a cute family business too with the kids helping out after school and hanging there with their friends

🍇 Farmer- tending to plants all day, lots of time outside, being able to eat and cook with fresh ingredients, taking care of animals, feeding baby animals, nice workout

🍔 Restaurant Owner- sharing homemade recipes, taking a passion for food, make people's nights, classy, good source of money too

🖌 Independent Artist- Although harder to achieve, very rewarding when you make money, freedom, using passion to make money, expressive

🌲 Forest Ranger- Lots of time outside, lots of nature, look out for ecosystems, less people, quieter, also lots of freedom, important for preservation, lots of time to think and read and pursue hobbies

👨‍👧‍👦 Run a Daycare- for those that like kids, important for development, help out busy parents, provide a fun place that kids want to go, be loved by many kids, enforcement of good behavior

🔮Metaphysical Shop Owner/worker- Work wit lots of crystals, aesthetic, opportunity to gather lots of knowledge, good for witches/wiccans, good way to meet people with similar interests

📚 Librarian- also lots of knowledge, reading, quiet, surrounded by books, help encourage others to read, being good at trivia, tutoring

That's all for this list, let me know if you guys want more lists like this with different kinds of jobs👍🏻its important for those that are unsure exactly what they want to do with their lives, this would be a great place to start. Wholesome Job List Part 2

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