RaidoNorris

26 he/him // Esp/Eng // Im just an anime fan who plays gatchas an RPG a lot // I might and will retweet NSFW content

[RaidoNorris @RaidoNorris]

@RayzuReturns El big 3 y dragon ball tienen historias extrañamente infravaloradas el hecho de que son vistos, como clasicos hace creer a la gente que son simples y que no vale la pena analizarlos pero honestamente releerlos como alguien con mas cultura literaria te ayuda a apreciarlos mas

[ArtistWhoCries @luxuriou_2X]

#malfoid

[ernez @ernez_996]

malfoy (2)

[黒 Soul 🌹世界 @sakasamaszn]

I love when this happens 😂

[アスピス @aktmvltm]

요새 유행한다는 말포이

[Katsui @uoheverywhere]

Love letter

[TakemoriKohoto @TKohoto]

“She doesn’t just want Harry to love her. She wants to be someone he can rely on, someone who can contribute and stand beside him.”

Honestly, if Harry Potter had a plot like this, Malfoid’s redemption arc would go insane.

Also Imagine the pressure at this point, her family and Voldemort on one side, and her increasingly strained relationship with Harry on the other.

I think the crescendo could build around Harry gradually becoming colder towards her while events unfold roughly as they do in canon. Malfoid is already struggling with everything expected of her, and now even the person she secretly hopes might offer her a different future seems to be slipping away. Eventually, she nearly gives up hope of ever being with him. Then Sectumsempra happens.

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By then, Malfoid had begun to dread seeing Harry.

She still looked for him. That was the humiliating part. Before she had even thought to stop herself, her eyes would find him across the Great Hall, and she would spend the rest of breakfast pretending they hadn’t. Sometimes he caught her looking. Once, that would have earned her a scowl, a muttered remark, something she could answer. Now he simply turned away.

She had wanted him to stop looking at her with hatred. It had never occurred to her that indifference might be worse.

At home, her father spoke of duty. There were things she was expected to do, questions she had learnt not to ask, silences at the dinner table that frightened her more than shouting. She carried all of it back to school and found herself watching Harry as though he might somehow notice, although whenever he came close she made certain he couldn’t.

By the time they faced each other in the bathroom, she had scarcely slept.

Afterwards, she would remember very little of the spell itself. There was the sudden pain, the floor coming up beneath her, and Harry standing over her with his wand still raised. She tried to pull her robes together. Her fingers wouldn’t do what she wanted.

His mouth was moving. She couldn’t make out the words, but his expression frightened her. Harry was never supposed to look frightened of what he had done to her.

She wanted to ask him something. Before she could, she lost sight of his face.

When she woke, he was sitting beside her bed.

For a while she watched him through half-open eyes. He was bent forward in the chair, his elbows on his knees, turning something over between his fingers. His glasses, she thought vaguely. Without them, he looked tired and oddly unfamiliar.

“Potter?”

He looked up at once. The chair scraped, and she flinched before she could help it. He stopped.

She wanted to tell him she hadn’t meant to do that. She wanted to ask how long he had been there. But even keeping her eyes open took more strength than she had, and while he was saying something to her, gently now, she fell asleep again.

In the dream, she was eleven.

Madam Malkin’s shop was exactly as she remembered it: the mirrors, the robes, the impatient desire to be finished with the fitting. Harry stood nearby in clothes that didn’t fit him properly. He was looking at her with mild curiosity.

He didn’t dislike her yet.

She tried to speak to him, but her younger self was already talking. She could feel her own mouth forming the words, hear the easy certainty in her voice. She remembered being that certain. Her father had explained the world to her, and she had believed him. She knew what she was about to say. For several dreadful seconds she struggled without moving. Harry was still listening. Soon she would say it, and his face would change, and she would have to watch herself do this again.

Then her mouth stopped.

The silence was so unexpected that she hardly trusted it. She moved her fingers. They moved. Harry glanced at her, waiting for her to finish.

She could say something else.

She had spent years thinking of things to say to him, most of them cruel, some rehearsed so often in private that she was ashamed of how much they mattered. Now she stood in front of him with none of those years between them, and couldn’t remember a single one. Harry’s expression grew uncertain.

“Are you all right?”

She tried to nod. Her chin trembled.

The first tear slipped down before she could wipe it away. She rubbed at her cheek impatiently, but another followed, then another. She wanted him to wait. She wanted to explain that she could do it differently this time, if he would only give her a moment.

Instead, she began to sob.

She woke with a painful breath and a wet pillow beneath her cheek.

The chair beside the bed was empty. She stared at it until a nurse came to check her dressings, then turned her face away and tried to compose herself.

“Your friend finally went to get something to eat,” the nurse said.

Malfoid looked back.

“What?”

“Potter. We’ve had rather a job persuading him to leave.”

She lay still while the nurse adjusted the blankets. Apparently he had been coming for days. Apparently, whenever he was allowed to sit with her, he stayed.

She had been so certain she’d dreamt him.

After the nurse left, Malfoid looked at the chair again. She didn’t know what his being there meant. He might only feel guilty. He might still dislike her. She could already imagine how quickly she could find out: one bitter remark, one familiar sneer, and she could make him leave before he had the chance to disappoint her.

The thought made her feel sick.
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Just some thoughts I had while at work, looking at this pic.

[SkriOwO @skriowo]

Draco Malfoid but Gyaru 💅✨

[Saladman @Saladman75]

-Oda fell off after Post timeskip
- the artstyle is bad
- Repetitive arc structure
- fake tension and kill offs

[あまみつき🌙9/26ﾔｵﾖﾛｰ!2オ20 @amtkmituki]

🐍
#malfoid #malfoy

[Revolutionary Sun 🇻🇦📿 @_WCS_]

>Malfoid
>Dumbledore memes
>Salieri reacting to fics everywhere
>screaming Quirrel
>increasingly ridiculous Dobby abuse
HOLY SHIT THERE'S SO MANY CAKES

[자쿠로텐_Zakuroten @darkkuroko_]

shut up!! Malfoy!!! 아 저...저도 바치고싶엇습니다아아앗!!! 말포이이이이이이이잇따아아앙!!!

[Jiyuu_COMMISSION CLOSED @art_jiyuu]

"Eyes up here Potter"

#malfoid #malfoy

[WP_Curze @WytPilledCurze]

America A this week has foods asking for repurposed flught sim controls for their dressmaking vidya while men are writing HP romance fanfiction. Let's not look at what America B is up to

[West | Comms open 1/4 @Westes_]

I'm already on board, and I don't want to get off
#malfoid

[normal @yayl_xyd]

#malfoid #malfoy last one before the trend dies

[Yuki Azuya @YukiAzuyaYuki]

rkgk.

"why am i doing this?"

#malfoid #malfoy

[Psen @StepRed2]

"The only reason Malfoid is trending is because men are gooning to her"

This and the Salieri GIFs says otherwise

[S I R O 🇲🇽 but Fresh @SiroApoll0]

Omg Malfoy, again?!