annie-banks:

Malfoy was learning the mandolin, and he would wander around alone with it to find places to practise. Harry followed him and watched, and Malfoy still seemed fine, but then Malfoy started to play the songs Harry liked best all the time and Harry knew it wasn’t safe and he had to stop.

He sat in the Gryffindor common rooms for a week trying to beat Ron at chess, and Harry looked over at his profile and he seemed fine. He would just finger the chess pieces and Harry knew that look very well from Quidditch games, that absolute determination to win.

Malfoy was very focused, and he never looked up.

It was on the Friday that Harry, hunched over Charms homework it was taking him an impossibly long time to complete, realised he wanted Malfoy to look at him.

And then Malfoy did. He raised his head, rested his chin on his hand and gazed seriously over at Harry as if nothing else could ever matter any more.

Your Every Wish, [x]

Fred and George Weasley in Order of the Phoenix

“The odd thing is, Harry, that it may not have meant you at all. Sibyll’s prophecy could have applied to two wizard boys, both born at the end of July that year, both of whom had parents in the Order of the Phoenix, both sets of parents having narrowly escaped Voldemort three times. One, of course, was you. The other was Neville Longbottom.”  -Albus Dumbledore

Tired teen machine design these days, these rhapsodies, melodies, with all the colors that you want.