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[digthewriter]

FIELDS OF GOLD for @harrydracobang is out! I was very lucky to have @pineau-noir pick my art to create a fic ♥ Everyone needs to read it. It’s the best sort of love story. 

READ ON AO3

EXCERPT:

When Pansy had first seen the bathroom, she had proposed marriage. When Draco had refused, she talked extensively about hiding bodies and learning how to brew Polyjuice.

As there was still an hour and a half before Draco was set to arrive at Hermione and Weasley’s, Draco drew himself a bath, adding some of the scented oil Pansy had given him for his last birthday.

Alone, Draco let his mind conjure a thousand reasons why Potter might want to see him, why he’d visited C’est Vin.

Potter was dying. Draco was dying but only Potter knew about it. Draco was going to Azkaban and Potter was trying to warn him. Weasley was angry that Draco and Hermione were friends, so Potter was going to warn him off. Someone told Potter about Draco’s feelings for him and of course they weren’t reciprocated, so Potter needed to let him down gently.

Draco’s breathing started to get short, fast, and he closed his eyes. Remembering all the tips his Mind Healer had given him after the war, Draco focused on breathing in and out in a steady manner. He counted to five on the inhale and exhale, slowing each count, until he was completely filling his lungs with the fragrant air of his bath.

“It’s probably something daft like Potter wanting a donation for The Wix Rainbow Collective,” Draco shakily told himself.

Reaching over to grab his wand, Draco flicked it at the drain and the water started to lower. He stood, letting the water run off his body. A quick Hot Air Charm dried him enough to walk to the shower. He placed his wand on the sink and stepped into the shower, adjusting the taps to as hot as he could stand.

Thoughts whirled through his mind as he washed the oil away and made himself focus on getting clean instead of all the worst-case-scenarios his mind could come up with.

[nymphadoratonqs]

From Behind The Wall (Complete). Written for HDRBB. Rated M, 19k.

Summary: After the war, Harry gets therapy. Draco doesn’t. They still find their way to each other.

Content/Warnings: Angst with a hopeful ending, Getting together, Working through issues, Therapy, Adopting a cat, POV Alternating, Slow Burn, Grief and Mourning, Mental Health Struggles, Loneliness, Miscommunication Author’s Notes:  All the therapy in this fic is based on real life techniques that I've had the privilege of studying for the past years at university. Emotion-Focused Therapy is evidence-based and known to be effective in the treatment of patients who have a history of childhood abuse and neglect, and who suffer from anxiety and/or depression. Or, in other words: I'm a huge nerd and I wanted to use my nerdy knowledge to help our boys feel a bit better. Please check AO3 for a complete set of tags and warnings.

Make sure to check out @apriicat’s wonderful art piece as it’s own post on AO3 as well! 

[pineau-noir]

Y'all, Dig is the best. This collab was a dream come true

I've been in love with Dig's art for a while and when claims went out, I fell immediately in love with this art. I hoped it was Dig's because I knew it would be so much fun to work with them and I was so happy when I got the art and it was confirmed that Dig and I were going to work together

I'm so happy with my fic and still deeply in love with the art I claimed and the bonus art embedded in the story

Thank you so much Dig!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

FIELDS OF GOLD for @harrydracobang is out! I was very lucky to have @pineau-noir pick my art to create a fic ♥ Everyone needs to read it. It’s the best sort of love story. 

READ ON AO3

EXCERPT:

When Pansy had first seen the bathroom, she had proposed marriage. When Draco had refused, she talked extensively about hiding bodies and learning how to brew Polyjuice.

As there was still an hour and a half before Draco was set to arrive at Hermione and Weasley’s, Draco drew himself a bath, adding some of the scented oil Pansy had given him for his last birthday.

Alone, Draco let his mind conjure a thousand reasons why Potter might want to see him, why he’d visited C’est Vin.

Potter was dying. Draco was dying but only Potter knew about it. Draco was going to Azkaban and Potter was trying to warn him. Weasley was angry that Draco and Hermione were friends, so Potter was going to warn him off. Someone told Potter about Draco’s feelings for him and of course they weren’t reciprocated, so Potter needed to let him down gently.

Draco’s breathing started to get short, fast, and he closed his eyes. Remembering all the tips his Mind Healer had given him after the war, Draco focused on breathing in and out in a steady manner. He counted to five on the inhale and exhale, slowing each count, until he was completely filling his lungs with the fragrant air of his bath.

“It’s probably something daft like Potter wanting a donation for The Wix Rainbow Collective,” Draco shakily told himself.

Reaching over to grab his wand, Draco flicked it at the drain and the water started to lower. He stood, letting the water run off his body. A quick Hot Air Charm dried him enough to walk to the shower. He placed his wand on the sink and stepped into the shower, adjusting the taps to as hot as he could stand.

Thoughts whirled through his mind as he washed the oil away and made himself focus on getting clean instead of all the worst-case-scenarios his mind could come up with.