Knowledge of books/movies 1-3 required. You can be any house and even a main characters sibling. other stuff in comments

Its romance for any gender, so any POV
he will be a bitch at first, so deal with it
knowledge of AT LEAST the first three books/movies required. All of them? gladly appreciated and you are my friend now
He's the year 7 Draco
I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS OF SETTINGS THEY ARE PROPERTY OF J K ROWLING AND THE HARRY POTTER SERIES

(Bro, I've literally read every book and watched every movie XD)
Name: Autumn
Height: 5'0
House: Ravenclaw
She's also a muggle

*I look up at him* Oh, sorry, didn't mean to bump into you like that

*he rolls his eyes* whatever, mudblood
(You can pick what year it is rn btw-)

(Mmm, 6th year)

*I glare at him* Well there's no need to be rude

(Also, I have about 14 minutes until I have to leave, then I'll be back on Monday)

Before or after albus died?)
(Aww ok)
You filthy scumbag, I can talk how I want to. Especially to stupid dirty bloods. My father will hear about this!

Damn-)
What did you just call me? *he follows her*

A bloody jackass *I turn back around, glaring*

Absurd! My father will hear about this!

(Lets just do after, I don't wanna play through that depressing scene)

*I walk off, muttering* Bloody jackass...

(May I propose to you; Genderbend Harry as my character/POV?)

YES YES)
SHUT UP AND TAKE MY GO***AMN MONEY!)

(LMFAO XD)

(discuss in memechat then re-reply with Harry in the very very beginning of Harry Potter)

(sorry mate, got distracted listening to my mum gossiping)

lol)

(I love doing HP rps because I get to write like the brit I am. can use all the "mate"s, "bloody"s, and "innit"s I want)

I did Draco bc I love "Pottah"
And I can sound like him
Also he's my daddy-

gtg to bed, gn.

alright! night!

DRARRY AT FULL MAX BABYYYYYYYYYyyyy
we starting this from year 1 now

(ok!)
*Harebell "Harry" Potter entered nervously into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, fidgeting slightly in her far too big clothes and pushing up her glasses. she looked around, spotting a blond boy standing on a platform in the corner getting fitted by- nothing? right, magic. you're in a magic world now Harry, magic is prevalent now*

*he turns to Lucius* Daddy, its too tight on me! can you have the woman make her stupid magic ruler loosen it up a bit?

*Harry's left eye twitched as she watched the boy, immediately getting reminded of her bloody spoiled cousin Dudley. she suppressed the urge to shake her head and instead went over to a kindly old woman she assumed was Madam Malkin*
Harry: u-um, e-excuse me?

Malkin: yes, my dear?

*Draco in the background is ranting to his father*

Harry: *Shyly* h-hi, um, I’m here for robes? H-Hogwarts robes? *the Indian-British girl shifted uncomfortably, fidgeting with her messy hair. Hagrid had given her two ribbons to pull it back with, but they weren’t very good and weren’t very tight either (hence the reason she was fidgeting)*

(Sry school)
Malkin: ah, yes of course. You'd make a fine witch. Come, come. *she abandons draco- making him whiny- and guides Harry to the back of the shop*

*Harry followed along, occasionally casting glances back at Draco through her cracked and Sellotape-ed glasses as she was stood on one of those fitting stools next to him. Despite her better judgment, Harry couldn’t help but stare slightly at the pale blond boy, for he was her opposite in every way; pale skin, blond-almost-white hair, wealthy (obviously), with a father standing with him. Harebell looked down at herself, dark skin, dark hair, hand-me-down clothes from a boy 7 sizes larger than her that she had to clumsily tailor herself to make them fit, with no chaperone inside the shop standing beside her. Complete and perfect opposites*

(RED HAIR AND A HAND ME DOWN ROBE MUST BE A WEASLEY-)
*he glares at her* what are you looking at?

Harry: ah! Um, n-nothing . . . Sorry . . . *she looked away, but used the mirror in front of her to continue studying the boy. He looked like that weasel kinda thing she’d found when she’d be locked outside in the yard (she’d gotten in trouble for trying to eat a glob of cake off the floor that had fallen from Dudley’s hand right in front of her while she was cleaning. She was 7). Harry had tried to keep it as a pet, but Uncle Vernon said he would not allow rodents in his house. How strange that this boy could remind her so much of a little ferret- a ferret! That’s what it was called!*

Hagrid: Ah, harry! glad you can make it.

(NOT THE FERRET REFERENCE-)
*he huffs, complaining to his father*

Harry: e-excuse me? Um, hi, uh, could you, uh, maybe be a little bit quieter? Or like, complain afterwards? *Harry tried not to shift as Madame Malkin pinned the robes to size* it’s kind of rude to do that right in the person’s face

*He scoffs* my father will hear about this! You dare speak that way to a pure-blood? Let alone a Malfoy?

*Harry’s right eye twitched slightly as she stared blankly at Draco. Malfoy? Pureblood? What was bro yapping about???*
Harry: *confused* I, suppose? Who are you?

I'm malfoy. Draco, malfoy.

Harry: *mimicking him* and I’m Potter. Harebell Potter *internally, she was laughing; what kind of a name is Draco? Then again, she was literally named after the bloody Scottish Bluebell, so I suppose she couldn’t talk either. Harry shifted slightly as Madame Malkin placed her hands around her emaciated ribs, flinching and immediately getting distracted from her conversation with Draco* s-sorry!

*Draco huffs and turns to his father*

*Brilliant, now she’s done it. Way to make an enemy before even stepping into school, Harebell. But why was that boy’s, Draco’s, father looking at her like that? Like, he expected something from her . . .*
*Harry sure hoped he didn’t expect anything from her; after all, she had absolutely no clue what she was doing either way. Perhaps this was a dream- a very long dream, and this Draco Malfoy was the tipping point where it turns into a nightmare*

*The two eventually leave, Lucius' can striking the ground as they walk*

*Harry turned back to Madam Malkin, paid her the money, and exited the shop with her new robes. She almost got distracted and stayed a little longer, just to look at the beautiful dresses in the shop as well, but she remembered Hagrid wanting to meet her at 3:00 and he reluctantly dragged herself away. She walked over to the giant man, a small smile on her face as she saw him standing in front of some sort of magic pet shop*
Harry: Hi Hagrid! I got my robes