It's now or never, isn't it?

drappleluv:

This couple is disgusted with us and they will continue to hold hands while they are looking disgusted with us. 

drappleluv:

This couple is disgusted with us and they will continue to hold hands while they are looking disgusted with us. 




drappleluv:

Now what is the point of that?

drappleluv:

Now what is the point of that?


Harry Potter meme: The Prisoner of Azkaban 

                                  └ Ron and Hermione


scropiusmalfoy:

ron and hermione → half-blood prince (part 2)


Happy bday, Rupert Alexander Lloyd Grint (August 24, 1988)


Happy 26th Birthday, Rupert Alexander Lloyd Grint ! (24 August 2014)


Anonymous asked: "David Yates is going to direct Fantastic Beasts"

elsalanchester:

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Actually, I’m highly logical which allows me to look past extraneous detail and perceive clearly that which others overlook.



There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. "Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "OI! There’s a war going on here!" Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other. "I know, mate," said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it’s now or never, isn’t it?" "Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted. "D’you think you could just —- just hold it in, until we’ve got the diadem?" "Yeah —- right —- sorry —-" said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.”

There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
"Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "OI! There’s a war going on here!"
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
"I know, mate," said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it’s now or never, isn’t it?"
"Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted. "D’you think you could just —- just hold it in, until we’ve got the diadem?"
"Yeah —- right —- sorry —-" said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.”