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"Draco..." Hermione jolted awake, her hand clutching the time turner around her neck as cold sweat clung to her skin. The memory of Draco's execution replayed in her mind like a zoetrope, burning his death into her mind.

The crowd roared as the ministry read out his sentence, and she stood there, horrified, as the executioner stepped forward. Two Aurors seized Draco's shoulders and forced him to his knees, the manacles binding not only his hands behind his back but eliminating any chance of escape. His pale hair fell over his silver eyes, the crowd growing more unruly with every passing second, as the executioner readied his wand. A gasp escaped her lips, and his silver gaze shifted in her direction, and she suddenly felt cold.

There was something in the way he looked at her in those final moments—to anyone else he might have looked bored, but she knew better. A storm of regret brewed behind his eyes—unsaid words, unlived moments—all directed at her.

His lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but then a flash of green light lit the room and a scream pierced her ears—Ron pulled her to shield her eyes from the scene.

It was too late.

Just over Ron's shielding arm, she saw it: Draco’s body slumped forward, falling for what felt like an eternity. Any color had drained from the room as the sound of Draco’s lifeless body hitting the cold, polished floors echoed throughout the chamber.

And just like that, he was gone.

But it couldn't be true.

Hermione shivered, turning her head slightly to find the other side of the bed empty. A heavy dread filled her chest before she noticed the open balcony doors, the winter air blowing in.

She stood, grabbing her cardigan from the floor and slipping her arms into it lazily as she approached the open doors. Her fingers brushed the velvet curtains as she parted them, revealing the stone balcony in the country Parisian night—and him.

The winter moonlight cast a silver aura over him, making him look like an angel. She could still see the jagged scars across his back, a gift from his aunt at the Dark Lord’s request. His pale hair was longer than usual—partly her fault, since he refused to sit for another haircut after her last attempt.

The icy air nipped at her bare legs. She pulled her arms close, her lips trembling. "Aren't you cold?" she whispered.

Draco turned his head, his silver eyes locking onto hers. A faint quirk of his lips formed. "No, but I can see you are dressed like that."

She looked down at herself—beside the cardigan that hung just low enough to cover her lower half, she was otherwise bare. Strands of her curls clung to her damp skin from the nightmare’s sweat, heightening her icy discomfort.

"Come inside with me..." she called softly. "Please..."

His eyes softened. He took a few steps toward her, and in seconds he was towering over her. His hands gently cradled her jaw, brushing back stray curls and tucking them behind her ear.

"You're so beautiful in this light..."

Hermione’s cheeks flushed, but she leaned into his touch, a soft smile forming. “Just in this light?” She asked her hands brushing up against the hot flesh of his chest.

He chuckled softly, his hand brushing her neck as he gently lowered the fabric of her cardigan to expose her shoulder.

He lowered his head, whispering, "In this light," before pressing his lips gently to her skin. "In every light..."

She smiled at the warmth of his lips against her skin, wishing she could stay like this forever—whispering his love over her, tasting him on her tongue.

That was all she truly wanted.

She wanted him to live.

After a moment, he lifted his head, resting it against hers, his eyes softly closed. "Let’s get you inside," he whispered, taking her hand and guiding her back into the room they’d rented for the night.

He closed the balcony doors behind them, and she sat at the edge of the bed, watching him with curiosity.

He walked to the fireplace, adding a few more logs to the dying flames to keep them warm through the night, then returned to her.

He settled between her legs, his hands softly tracing her thighs, each touch leaving her longing for more.

Her hands tangled in his hair, brushing it back gently, and he let out a peaceful sigh.

"What is it?" she asked softly.

He nestled closer, his voice a whisper. "I'm going to love you for the rest of my life..."

Her cheeks flushed again, but she leaned into his touch.

Those words should have made her happy, but instead, a terrible dread filled her chest—she knew the truth.

She looked into his eyes, her own beginning to sting, and whispered, "Just love me for the rest of mine..."

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Hello hello, a little spicy Dramione wip in the works!

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The Gods are dying.

The Earth is nearly barren.

Hope is found in Olympus, but only for those who are willing to pay Zeus’ price.

Neon Pomegranates: An original comic by Recluse.moth

Coming this summer!

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Hopping on this trend bc I’ll be damned if I let Ai take over! Anyways here’s my Persephone concept for the mini comic I’m working on. It’s a very cyberpunk/arcane inspired retelling and I’m so excited to share more!

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Haven’t drawn Hermione in a good minute yet here we are again!

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A little hades concept design I’m working on for a Hades x Persephone x Minthe mini comic I want to do. Also do people like Timelapse’s, I always thought people hated them, but anyways here you go!

Promise to update with more art stuff soon! Have a lot of commission pieces I haven’t posted here yet!

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Interested in a commission? Check out my little video to see what I offer!

Link to my ko-fi down below!

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Whoops is been a few months since my last update on here but here’s some recent semi spicy fanart for I recently got around to finishing!

Anyways little update on where I’ve been if you’re interested, had a sudden increase in commissions so it’s taken up most of my time not to mention the book I’m working on is also taking up a lot of time with the illustrations and editing so it’s been crazy. Anyways hope you guys have a great day!

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New bookmarks designs on the way! This one was really fun to make, though I nearly broke my iPad trying to draw Tairn!

Not sure just when I’ll release them just yet, gonna be testing some glittered prints and holographic ones to make these extra special so stay tuned!

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I call this one breaking into the general’s office 👏🏼

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Almost forgot to post this here! New bookmarks coming soon!!!

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Current progress of my next piece! Honestly should’ve hired me for the artwork! Y’all aren’t ready for my version of tairn!

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FW bookmarks available for self print use download only for the next 48 hrs!

Also if you get one please tag me on insta @recluse.moth I’d love to see how they came out!

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I’m about to be a real menace now that I have to contain my excitement for onyx storm to myself

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Tada!!!!

Will be handing these out at my local b&n coming this Monday and Tuesday! But will be available for download via my kofi for free on Tuesday!

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So I’m working on a special bookmark for the Onyx Release for FW fans. It will be a free download that you can self print as my farewell to tiktok due to the ban. Working really hard to make the deadline for this!

(Please note this is a freebie item, and should not be commercially distributed for any profit!)

I will be personally handing out these on the 21st at my local B&N and Target to share some love before we inevitably get our hearts obliterated by RY!

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Drawing some fourth wing art because I’ve absolutely had it with the AI garbage.