Rentarou

um cara qualquer. Muay Thay | MMA | animes | manhwa e etc.

[Rentarou @Rentarou001]

Top coisas azuis mais fodas da história.

[rezelover @rezelover25]

"You know how many points we'll lose if we get caught doing this here, Potter?"

malfoyd's breathless reprimand carried a much more dizzying temptation than any warning.

"You're one to talk, after casting spells with your eyes at me the whole time during class. To be honest, I was going out of my mind trying to hold back."

The moment Harry replied, he dove deep and passionately into her lips. At the breathless kiss, malfoyd's pale neck flushed crimson in an instant. As Harry's hands wrapped around her slender, delicate waist, his heart gave a sudden, heavy thump. The touch of her body—so much smaller and more fragile than his own—was transmitted directly to his fingertips.

malfoyd let out a half-hearted huff as if she hated it, but her hazy vision was already filled solely with Harry's deep, burning gaze, as though he had completely lost his reason. Amidst her ragged breath, she barely managed to squeeze out a voice.

"Hnh... Take it slow. Don't rush into it..."

Chuckling softly at her words, Harry leaned close and whispered low against her ear, as if asking for permission.

"I'll take it slow, exactly like you said."

Harry carefully slid his hand underneath her soft knit sweater and shirt. The moment his touch, previously chilled by the autumn air, brushed against the hot, tender bare skin beneath her clothes, a tiny gasp she couldn't swallow slipped past malfoyd's lips.

"But I don't think I can wait because I'm too impatient."

Amidst the darkness enveloping them, only the faint murmurs of Hogwarts served as their sole background music. Harry held her shoulders tightly, embracing her soft warmth entirely, as if handling the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.

malfoyd closed her eyes tightly, her fingers clutching frantically at Harry's broad shoulders. Gone was any trace of their prickly, bitter rivalry from the past; the space was filled solely with an uncontrollable thirst and sweet heat drawing them toward one another.

"Potter... you really are impossible..."

Her voice, whispering out a reproach, was already trembling, and charmed by her reaction, Harry smiled sweetly and pressed his lips to hers once more in a burning kiss. Within the cold stone walls of Hogwarts, it was the moment their shared warmth flared up brighter and hotter than ever.

malfoyd tried faintly to push against Harry's chest with her cheeks burning red, but all the strength had already drained from her limp grip.

"If I had known you were this fragile from the very beginning, I wouldn't have wasted all those years fighting with you."

Every time Harry's touch traced smooth lines upward along her waist beneath her sweater, malfoyd's breath grew noticeably shallower. Every brush of his warm palm against the skin exposed to the cool draft sent a thrilling shiver coursing through her whole body.

Unable to hold back any longer, malfoyd wrapped both arms around Harry's neck and buried her face against his shoulder. Harry couldn't resist pressing another gentle kiss against the white, delicate nape of her neck exposed amidst her disheveled blonde hair.

"Potter... you really are a bad guy..."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

With a low, amused chuckle, Harry's hands began carefully unbuttoning her shirt, one by one. The secret, stone-walled alcove was filled entirely with the sound of their ragged breaths and skin pressing against skin.

Neither the gaze of the world nor the rules of the house mattered to either of them in this moment. As if their mutual warmth were the only true law and reality, Harry pulled her even deeper into his embrace, surrendering completely to a sweet, unstoppable temptation.

The very last button of her white shirt slipped free, leaving their bare skin to press flush against the cool draft of the stone walls.

Overwhelmed by a surging wave of emotion and shyness, malfoyd clamped her eyes shut and grabbed tightly onto Harry's broad shoulders, her fingernails pressing deep.

"Hah... Potter, wait..."

"You're far too pretty for me to stop now."

Harry's low, husky voice tickled her ear. Trapped between the inescapable, cold stonework and Harry's scorching heat caging her in, malfoyd felt entirely dizzy, losing all sense of reason.

Each time Harry's lips drifted softly down her collarbone, a sweet sigh mingled with a muffled moan escaped her lips. The sensation of her much smaller, fragile body melting and intertwining completely within his arms made Harry feel as though his last thread of reason had snapped.

"Nhn... Seriously... I'm going to make you pay for this later..."

"Alright, I'll take all of it, so feel free to blame me as much as you want."

Without a moment's hesitation, their breathing fused into one complete rhythm.

What filled the secret room was no longer the chilly night air of Hogwarts, but only the heavy breathing and sticky heat born from their mutual indulgence. In a spell far more powerful and sweet than any magic in the world, they lost track of time itself, sinking deeper and deeper into each other's warmth.

[Calvin @callv1n]

"nós mulheres, nunca mais chegaremos perto de uma urna"

[𝒜𝓇𝓉𝓎 ᵎᵎᵎ @ArtyAbrazo]

El avance de la ultraderecha o algo

[Котограф 💙💛 // Catographer 💙💛 @VladVoice]

Most authentic Harry x Dracaena dynamic before their happy ending together.

[SakkDemon 🇦🇷 @Luciano84080263]

-Malfoid y Harry en el baño-
Mientras tanto el AMIGAZO de Ron con un último "Leviosá" bajo la manga contra Snape:

[Rentarou @Rentarou001]

@Mysteryzx7 Realmente.

[Rentarou @Rentarou001]

Malfoid sendo mulher? Mas ela já é mulher.

[Joan-sama⭐⭐ @Joan_NGNL]

Mejores libros de la historia:
1.- Don Quijote
2.- El principito
3.- Harry potter (Con Malfoid siendo mujer).

[Urban_Tree✝️🍃 @Urban__Tree]

Malfoid plushie says:

[HAYES @hayes_gens]

Dracaena is a fellow yearner

[WL.ᶜʳᶠ @wlmengo]

O cara desfaz amizade por causa de politica

[GeoMenes @Geo_Menes]

"Quem odeia carnaval é racista"

Eu:

[Psen @StepRed2]

Malfoid x Harry Mainplot: Slow burn romance

Dumbledore vs Dobby and Ron vs Snape subplot: Wrestlemania

Neville and McGonagall subplot: Metalgear

Oliver Wood Sublot:

[RPG Enjoyer 🐉 @BasedRPG]

I also like the idea that Lucius realizes this and then just goes “Ah hell, I guess I’m gonna have to kill the Dark Lord.”

[leavy @leavynm]

@Sstar111112 There is a translated version here : https://t.co/rllfHRLN1h

Just looked the first chapter for now (start at chapter 20, 1 to 19 are notices), It seems better in some points compared to Google Translate imho, but not sure, If someone could compare that would be helpful

[Shootingstar @Sstar111112]

A notice to all fans of Genderbender Malfoy.

In South Korea, there is a 110-chapter Harry x Genderbender Malfoy fanfiction featuring Genderbender Malfoy as the protagonist, which concluded five years ago.

#malfoid #malfoy

[Devon Eriksen @Devon_Eriksen_]

"And you never wondered why Fred made that bet with you in the first place, did you, Potter?"

She rolled her eyes at him, just a bit. They were smug and green and somehow catlike.

"He had to know you'd be brave enough to do it. Have you ever known Fred to make a bad bet? To voluntarily lose money?"

She had a point there.

She also had her hands on the wall on both sides of his head, like she wanted to pin him there, probably so she could get out all the choice insults she saved over summer break.

Except she probably hadn't thought through the part about teenagers and growth spurts, because, well, he towered over her now, and she was forced to reach almost directly upward.

"Unleeeesssss, of course, someone bet him TWO galleons that he couldn't trick the famous Harry Potter into setting himself up for a humiliating rejection."

"Uhhh... wait. You're trying to tell me you planned that whole, uh, disaster?"

"Did I say anything of the sort? I don't think I did. I just said 'someone'.

"The point is, I'm taking pity on you, Potter. Heaven knows you need it. These people aren't your friends, not really. They're low-class, and they'll sell you out the moment they can earn a galleon doing it. You should try to associate with a better class of people."

Harry took hold of one slender, elegant white wrist, and gently but firmly pried her hand off the wall, stepping to one side.

Her cheeks flushed, probably from anger that he had dared to touch her aristocratic skin, but he wasn't going to let her push him around. Not anymore.

He quickly dropped his hand before she could express her disgust by wrenching hers away.

"Oh, so if 'someone' had a plan to humiliate me, why'd you say 'yes', then, Malfoid? Did you have a different idea?"

He should just walk away, but he had to admit he was... curious. Ever since they'd been forced to fight the Bandersnatch together, and especially since that incident in the Gryffindor dormitory with the Truthstone, she'd been acting... strangely.

"Well, I wouldn't have wanted your humiliation to end too quickly, would I? It would have just been one single moment, with no one there to witness it, and you wouldn't have learned a thing," she said with a haughty sniff.

"I may not think much of you, or your entire ridiculous House, but Hoggwarts is a quality school, and no one else seems to be willing to step up and teach you not to embarrass us all."

She hadn't tried to trap him against the wall again, but she was still standing far too close. Ever since they'd returned from summer break, she always seemed to be hovering somewhere near him, always ready with a sneering word.

"Well, Miss Malfoy, you needn't worry about suffering my obnoxious presence again this year, I won't ask you again."

"Oh! Well, you.... you... Ahh... good! Good! It's not like I wanted to! And you wouldn't have the guts to ask me again, anyway! I bet you wouldn't!"

"Oh! Well if you're so dead certain, why don't you just go make another bet with Fred and get your money back?"

She recoiled as if he had slapped her.

"Yeah, well, maybe I will!"

"Good! Go then!"

But she was already storming off down the corridor, looking a lot less smug than she had a few minutes ago.

That felt... satisfying. But somehow, also not. Perhaps he wasn't as used to her verbal barbs and constant hostility, from being on vacation these three months.

He didn't know what else to think. For some reason, his fingers still tingled where he'd held her wrist.

Hmmmm... come to think of it, he should try to find out if she actually made that bet again. Because if she did, he could actually ask her again, and make her lose.

Which would be no more than she deserved. Even if she was rich enough for it not to matter, it was some small measure of revenge for everything she'd put him through.

Yeah, that was it. Revenge, he thought, rubbing at his hand a bit.

Besides, it wasn't like she would say yes or anything.

[moonlightbro @moonlightbro]

"Crabbe, Goyle, where have you two been? Pigging out at the great hall all this time?"
Her two friends looked surprised to see her, probably because they had, in fact, been pigging out in the great hall. They nodded, guiltily. Disgraceful.
"Why are you wearing glasses?" Draconia asked.
"Uh... reading." said Gregoria Goyle.
"I didn't know you could read."
Gregoria hastily nodded, removing her round glasses. Just like the ones Potter wore. Draconia's eye twitched. Ever since her duel against Potter in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the intrusive thoughts about him started creeping back. She made a mental note to bring this up to Snape again.

Percy Weasley cleared his throat, and Draconia turned. She hadn't even noticed him standing there.
"And what are you doing here, Weasley?"
"Mind your attitude, Malfoid." he spat.
Draconia simply smirked, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and walked away. Crabbe and Goyle followed her dutifully.

The password to the Slytherin common room was "Pure-blood", and she whispered it so the Weasley prefect couldn't hear her. The door opened, and she led Crabbe and Goyle inside. The two looked around the room with a dumb look on their face. Not that it was particularly out of the ordinary; they always had a dumb look on their face. They just stood there, like first-years.
Draconia rolled her eyes. "Well, sit down."
The two obeyed her. They always obeyed her.
Draconia fell back into the black leather sofa, and rested her feet on the arm.
"You'd never know the Weasleys were pureblood, they way they behave. They're an embarrassment to the wizarding world. All of them." Draconia usually said these things with a certain flippancy, but this time she was angry, thinking of Ginny Weasley in particular. She hated Ginny the most.

Veronica Crabbe glared at her.
"What's wrong with you, Crabbe?"
"Stomachache." Gross. They really were pigging out in the great hall. They're getting fat.
"You know, I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't done a report on all of these attacks. I suppose Dumbledore is trying to hush it all up. Father always said that Dumbledore was the worst thing that ever happened to this place."
"You're wrong!" shouted Goyle.
"What? You think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore?", Draconia stood, her blood starting to run hot, "Well? Do you?"
"Harry Potter?"
Draconia's eye twitched again. Harry Potter. She had hardly spoken to him at all this year. He seemed to avoid her most days. Probably for the best, after the nonsense from last year.
"...Good one Goyle. You're absolutely right. Saint Potter. And people actually think HE'S the heir of Slytherin?" Draconia started giggling, "Did I ever tell you about this time I caught him staring at himself in a mirror?"
Goyle rolled her eyes, "But then you must have some idea who's behind it all?"
"You know I don't Goyle. I told you yesterday-"
"Are you girls talking about Harry Potter?" squealed a first year behind them.

Gross. Ever since Potter talked to that snake in parseltongue all the Slytherin girls had been fawning after him.
"Actually I think Ron Weasley is much more handsome than Harry is." Crabbe spoke loudly, "Ron is probably the most handsome man in Gryffindor, I'd wager."
Draconia had enough of this stupidity.
"Come Crabbe, Goyle. Let's take this conversation somewhere more private, in the dorm."
"I-I don't know Mal- I mean Draconia, I think we should stay here." Sputtered Crabbe.
"I agree-" started Goyle.
"Just come on." Draconia rolled her eyes, dragging the two up the stairs.
Her bedroom was beautifully decorated, and well organized, just like she was. Silver jewelry littered her side table, each piece probably worth six months of wages to any ordinary wizard. The room smelled sweet, like spun sugar, from her large collection of hair products and perfumes. She kicked off her shoes, slid off her socks, and sat on her bed, waiting for the two to say something. Crabbe and Goyle seemed even more uncomfortable than before. Must be some stomachache.
"So Draconia... about those attacks." Started Goyle.
"Just a second girls, it's almost time for bed. I'm going to change into my nightgown." Draconia replied, starting to unbutton her shirt.
The two immediately looked away. What was wrong with them?
"Actually we need to-"
"We should get going-"
They were acting so strange. Before Draconia could say anything, they were both rushing out of her room.

From down the stairs, she heard Goyle call her name.
"Draconia?"
"Yes?"
"I just wanted to tell you, I think you're beautiful." Goyle said, in a voice that seemed abnormally low.
"...Thanks." Draconia replied. What an odd thing to say.

[BiahKov 🦈 @BiahKov]

Povo me atacando por causa de politica enquanto eu estou em call vendo meu amigo com a bunda de fora tomando banho