Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan’s Ice Bucket Challenge!

CHEATERS lol. I love them.


Merlin’s beard.

Did the universe hate her? Because she was beginning to believe it. How in the world does she manage to always put herself in these situations again and again? How embarrassing.



When it comes to Harry, her mouth has no filter. He was her best friend, and she loved him of course, so their friendship was pretty open. Even when he indirectly ignores her when it comes to a book.

…Huh. Since when did she care? Honestly, she’s proud to see him finally take a lesson out of Hermione class. But really, was that bloody thing all he cared about these days? What was so fascinating in it that he had the nerve to ignore her and why was she caring so much and craving his attention?

He gets up from the table with the worn out, beat up book in one hand, and shakes her shoulder gently with his other.

                   “Come on, let’s go.”

He was used to getting looks, but this was still one of the rather strange and uncomfortable experiences he had had in his life.

As he strolls along beside her, his mind can’t help but wander back to what she meant back there. What did she want from him? Maybe he should just ask her already.It was silent for a while before he finally pops the question.

"Her..Hermione? Er, what did you mean? When you said you wanted to pay attention to what’s in front of me?"




[ her arms easily maneuver to hold him. ]

"My inquiry is, exactly what did you do?”

"I didn’t do anything!”

"I’m pretty sure he’s going through a biting phase. What did you do to him? You’re the one who spends the most time with him.”


nooo but cedric meeting hagrid for the first time and when hagrid acknowledges him he jumps and sputters out, “pleasure to meet you!” and sticks out his hand and hagrid is so adored and giving harry the look that says, "definitely yer son, harry"


"Aw, and who’s fault is that?”


"Well obviously his. It’s not like I asked him to bite me. Here —”

 ( he hands over the small child. )

     " — you handle him, then.”

"Do you mind reading over mine? I think I’m fairly proud of this one."

(  he holds up his parchment. )

"…Cedric bit me again."

"Er, sorry! I can buy you another one if you’d like?"


That’s it.


For Merlin’s sake, can you stop looking at that bloody book for more than five minutes and pay attention to what’s in front of you?!”

The Gryffindor table grows silent and all eyes are glued to the boy who lived. He looks up at her suddenly, no doubt a frown on his face. He knows for a fact Hermione isn’t particularly fond of the Half-Blood Prince, mostly because he was the reason why Harry better than her at potions, but still - what was that? He got the feeling that there was definitely something more to it, but what? And what did she mean by “what’s in front of you”?

"I— erm — sorry?"

He scans her over, trying to figure her out, but there’s no figuring out Hermione Granger. He doesn’t know what to say, and there’s awkward tension.


"Hermione….people are staring…"