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“You don’t even know me…”

“I have the rest of my life to find out…”

-from the movie Big Fish (2003) directed by Tim Burton

This is the full art with orange color palette for my color wheel challenge.

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Oh, these lazy sunday mornings! Granger is off from her St. Mungo A&E shift and Malfoy has a rare weekend off from Auror duty. This is his perfect place.

No AI used.

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The Fire That Remains | Chapter 20 | AO3

dramione / epic-length / slow burn / war AU

Hermione heard Voldemort before she saw him.  The sound of his robes trailing across the floor was a familiar sound from her nightmares.  She whirled around, shattering the vial of moonwater, and found herself face to face with him.  His presence seemed to dim and blur her surroundings, as if he warped matter and light with his mere gravity.  His voice scraped her ears. "Having you, Mudblood – this is beyond anything I'd hoped for."

Featuring Legilimens Draco, Hermione as a brilliant inventor, trauma recovery, hurt/comfort, and mutual pining in spades

Chapter 20 now up on AO3!

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RED 💋

Full art in IG

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Nice game🤩

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Hermione is Draco's happy place.

Full art in my IG 😉

https://www.instagram.com/p/DJQKoIch7iI/?img_index=1&igsh=bjVkZ2EyamxteWNn

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"You're all I want to see..."

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Draco strode in the library, looking for a specific bushy haired swot. His heart skipped a beat when he spotted his object of desire. There she was. Granger in between a dark aisle, engrossed with a book that he almost felt jealous of it. He wanted to toss it away or set it in on fire.

This is from my little comic art. Full art of each is posted in my Instagram

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Did this boy have a choice?

It’s a tragic scene when childhood ends. When there is no more peace

My inspiration is a famous painting “Fallen Angel” by Alexandre Cabanel

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recoloured these horny freaks (inspired by ch 5 of BSP)

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Drabble for this art:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62343220/chapters/159519493

Hey I'm in IG too 😁

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(Veela Draco)

It began as a one-night stand post Ministry mixer.

Malfoy surprised her with his smart banter, smouldering eye-contact and subtle touches. A hand on the small of her back as they left the bar. His chest flush against her spine in the sweaty crowd. When the strap of her dress slipped down her shoulder, he slid it back into place, fingers lingering on her skin a heartbeat too long.

He was attentive. Patient. Enthusiastic.

Later at his flat, when Hermione reached for his trousers, he raised her knuckles to his lips and offered her a glass of wine instead. And when they finally stumbled into bed, tipsy and starved, he clutched her hips, asking if she’d prefer to sit on his mouth or his lap to start.

It became a weekly ritual.

She told herself she’d move on in the spring.

But Malfoy only became more devoted. More familiar. Her window of self-care in an otherwise chaotic routine.

At times she wondered if he wanted more. Pulling her closer when they awoke. Muttering, “Stay,” in a sleepy voice, smiling as he added, “forever.” And she wondered if he really meant it.

So when Malfoy suddenly broke things off, Hermione felt blindsided.

‘I’m sorry I can’t see you anymore.’

That’s it. That’s all he wrote in his breakup note.

Refusing to end things with a one-liner, Hermione showed up at his flat equipped with a speech and a lengthy lecture to boot.

She encountered a monster instead, baring its fangs and growling at her.

She screamed.

Recognizing her, the beast snapped his jaws shut and retreated. His silver irises were like sickle moons, staring back at her in sheer horror. She watched, fascinated, as his pupils blew wide. “You shouldn’t be here.” His voice sounded unearthly.

“You have wings,” she remarked, stunned.

“It’s a new development.” His gaze dropped to his bare feet. Apart from a pair of linen trousers, Malfoy was naked.

Pale and muscular as if carved from stone, he moved with the timeless grace of a vampire. His hair was silky and luscious. His teeth sparkled, sharp and straight. His enormous angelic wings spanned half the length of the sitting room. Initial reactions aside, Hermione found herself unexpectedly dazzled.

“What do you mean ‘new development’?” She stepped forward. Malfoy took a step back. Rage swelled in her chest. “Did someone do this to you?”

“Granger, go,” he implored.

“Let me help.”

“There’s nothing you can do.”

“There must be a spell or a potion I can research—”

“LEAVE!”                                                

She took cover behind her arms.

He made a broken noise and her heart ached for him. If it were Ron or Harry, she would never let them suffer alone. It dawned on her that Malfoy had become equally as important.

Lowering her arms, Hermione looked him in the eye, ashamed of her reaction. “I’m not leaving until we figure out how to turn you back.”

“There’s no turning me back,” he exclaimed. “I’m a Veela.”

“Since when?!”

“Always, I suppose. But I think it lay dormant until I found my mate.”

She swallowed. “Found your mate?”

“Maybe ‘found’ isn’t the right word,” he mumbled, looking away. “More like ‘chose’, but it wasn’t exactly intentional.”

“Who is it?” she whispered, dreading the answer.

When they locked eyes, Hermione understood.

Oddly, she felt relieved.

“I’m sorry,” he said, flushing. “I don’t expect anything from you.”

“Are you disappointed?” she asked in a small voice, worried he was embarrassed of her.

“I don’t want to be this way. All my senses are heightened. My teeth hurt. My bones ache. The wings are itchy. I haven’t learned how to use them yet so I’m stuck inside all day.” He held up his hands, appalled. “I have claws.”

Despite the shocking turn of events, she felt strangely endeared by his plight. And considerably more attracted to him than she ought to be. “What can I do to help?” She stepped closer and when he didn’t move away, she hugged him.

The room went dark.

Hermione sucked in a breath, frightened, before realising it was only Malfoy’s wings encircling her.

“Sorry,” he repeated in a low voice. “I’m learning to control them, but they’re very temperamental. And they seem to like you.”

She smiled against his chest.

“It’s not funny,” he grumbled.

She touched the soft tapered feathers spanning his wing, and he shivered.

“They’re sensitive,” he said. “It’s like you’re plucking a nerve.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No. It feels good.” His lips brushed her forehead, pulling her closer. “I haven’t felt this calm in days.”

“Can I stay?” she asked, thinking of all the times he’d asked her to and wondering if they had led to this moment.

“I always want you to stay. Even before all this happened,” he said, reading her like only he could. He was still her Draco.

Her lips grazed his left wing, and she thrilled at the sound of his breath hitching. “And to think we were supposed to be casual.”

Malfoy tensed. “If you stay,” his voice was half-creature again, “you’re mine for good.”

She caressed his feathers dotingly, enraptured by their beauty. “Then teach me how to touch you." Her fingers danced across his wing, and he moaned. "I’m a very good student.”

(878 words, prompt: you have wings (Veela Draco) from X)

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Maybe Draco wants to get caught who knows

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Day 8: Contract Marriage Law

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Day 7: Free Day

“I’ve got you, Granger.”

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Marriage law one-shot - rated E

The Signet Rings of Ladies Malfoy:

Hermione orchestrates her match in the new marriage law for her own gain and Draco has no idea what he's in for.

One-shot, rated E - gorgeous art by @kelserlyspace

The butterflies that had no business inhabiting her intestines showed no sign of flying elsewhere. Maybe it was because she was wearing heels. She didn’t want to wobble her way down the aisle in front of a bunch of people.

Or in front of him. Alright, fine. Hermione could admit it, if only privately, and only because she was moments away from being Mrs Malfoy (Lady Malfoy, gods willing). He looked good up there. He looked fucking great and she might be about to stagger down the aisle in the most ill-advised footwear she’d ever worn.

What the hell possessed her to wear them in the first place? Hubris and vanity and shock value. She’d orchestrated this entire thing (almost, but close enough), including her outfit. Now was no time to get nervous about showing it off.

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