a figment of your imagination

hes-just-a-boy:

Sarahbeth’s Present #4

An ear splitting pop echoed through the dungeons and Draco appeared in the familiar stone hallway, head whipping around with wide eyes. He stopped dead at the sight in front of him, skin between his brows creasing deeply.

“Draco! Draco, help us!” A large group of Slytherins were stuck behind a set of thick prison bars, hands gripping the steal tightly as they tried to break their way out. Pansy’s face was pressed against the bars as she yelled at him for help, her skin covered in a thin layer of dust and her expression terrified. “The squib locked us in, get us out!” She continued to scream, Blaise and Goyle stood each side of her trying to shake the bars. Draco’s gaze moved between each of his friends, before he looked over his shoulder quickly. At the end of the hallway he could see the very girl he’d come back for. Hermione’s hair was even more unruly than usual, dirt and blood coating her cheeks. “DRACO!” The blonde spun to see his friends staring at him pleadingly, Pansy had now stuck a hand through the bars towards him. “Help us!”

Draco ran his fingers through his hair, inner turmoil beginning to show on his face. If he helped them, he’d lose the witch behind him. She’d be gone in less than a minute and he’d probably never see her again. His eyes collided with Blaise’s, the only other person who knew what was going on inside his head. The man seemed to understand, giving him a stiff nod. “I can’t.” Draco muttered in Pansy’s direction, before spinning on his heel and running off in Hermione’s direction.

jvh1988:

Tom Felton

Comic-Con 2010

princess-of-slytherin:

Emma Watson | Photoshoot

thebeautyofsolitude:

~ Tom Felton | FAULT MAGAZINE BTS (Fall 2011)

shebookworm:

It’s a love hate relationship. Sometimes we love each other. Sometimes we hate each other. And sometimes…you can’t tell the difference. 

(Source: jvh1988)