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I haven't done any art for a hot minute so this is me getting back in the saddle. It took me a depressingly long time. All day really.

Anyway this is my version of #dracodormiensss20K. I was kind of imagining them in the next chapter of "As You Wish" except with clothes on. Maybe if I'm feeling adventurous I'll do a NSFW version.

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My illustration for dracodormiensss DTIYS challenge on IG. I thought it was a brilliant idea to celebrate the human artists of this community. It saddens me to see how much AI has encroached our fandom spaces. Supporting human artists is an excellent way to keep the robots at bay.

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Unbelievable Sights

The next day, Draco arrived at the ministry at nine o’clock sharp. Granger looked at him, her eyebrows shooting up and her mouth dropping open. He didn’t have the energy to antagonise her today as he still felt raw from the events of yesterday. Hopefully, they could get right into it, the problem of the artefact would be solved and he never had to come back here again.

“You’re on time today.”

He raised an imperious eyebrow. “I can go back out and wait for fifteen minutes if that is what you would prefer.”

“No!” She held her hands up to stop him and when he did not move, lowered them again. “No, that’s quite all right. Um. Thank you.”

He liked the sound of thank you falling from her lips. Briefly, he wondered if he had been going about this the wrong way. It wouldn’t be terrible to have Hermione Granger in his debt after all. An Unspeakable in his pocket would be a marvellous asset.

He cleared his throat. “Should we…”

“Of course.” She shook her head. “This way.”

She led him back through the maze of corridors until they were once again in Granger’s laboratory. The walls were still singed with char, and it was missing several pieces of furniture, but the bowl still sat intact on the table. The pattern on the side gave the impression of a face wearing a smug expression. He had really begun to hate that thing.

“Right.” Granger clapped her hands together and pulled her wand out to cast the diagnostics. “As I mentioned yesterday, we should move on to illusion. There are several different ways we can be made to experience that which isn’t there. You can affect the actual visual stimuli, or you can affect the brain directly and make it see what you want it to see. We’ll start with visual stimuli and go from there. Any questions?”

He shook his head and raised his wand. “What do you want to try first?”

Her mouth dropped open and she stared at him. He huffed out impatiently and waved his wand. “Well?”

“Oh. Right.” She closed her mouth and transferred her gaze back to the diagnostic. “Fill the bowl with water and chant the mist spell.”

Thus began a long, frustrating day of illusion magic. It was all ultimately pointless, but he did enjoy how flustered and pleased Granger got every time he complied with her requests. Sometimes she stood in stunned silence. Other times she seemed at a loss for words. The one common denominator to it all was that thanks and praise began to tumble freely from her mouth.

Those words did something to him. Every time she complimented his skill or admired his wand work, he was filled with a tingling sensation in his stomach. It got to the point where he was no longer doing it on purpose and simply responded to her requests on command. An automaton that moved in accordance with her will.

It was pleasant to let go and allow someone else to take the reins of his disastrously fraught life. No one could complain about the decisions he made here and now. He was in the care of a war hero. Someone who would never dream of forcing him into something awful or make him hurt himself. He relaxed further and further into it until he was finally forced back up to the surface when she threw herself into his arms.

He froze, his body instantly stopping the moment he was touched. A million sensors inside his head cried out in warning. This is wrong. He fought back. It’s just a hug. She wasn’t trying to hurt or seduce him. She was happy with him, and this was her Gryffindor way of trying to show that.

He let his hands pull up so that he could pat her on the back in jerky robotic movements.

“That was amazing Malfoy!”

He was having trouble parsing out the words as he surfaced from his daze. “What?”

“You did it!” She let go and smiled widely up at him, her eyes bright and sparkling. He felt a blush spreading up across his cheeks at her fervent exclamation.

“We haven’t even solved it yet. It was nothing,” he replied gruffly as he tried not to mourn the loss of her touch.

“Ridiculous,” she argued. “Accomplishing a spell of that intricacy on the first attempt is a true feat.” She was talking quickly in a rushed never-ending sentence. “You deserve a reward.”

He couldn’t help the warmth that flooded his body, the next words leaving his mouth stuttered in surprise, “W – What kind of reward?”

Hermione tilted her head to the side and raised her hand to tap on her lip with her finger. Her lips really were very beautiful. They were different from Astoria’s. Astoria had small pale pink lips that puckered softly when she pouted. Grangers were a darker dusky pink and stretched across her face in a wide smile that made her light up from within.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, eyes growing wide. “I can show you one of the special rooms.”

Draco’s heartbeat skipped a beat. One of the rooms? The rooms? He had heard about the special rooms in the Department of Mysteries as a child and had always wanted to experience them for himself. How amazing would it be to look into the heart of the veil and deny death itself? How fascinating to explore the space room and investigate the heavens above as he had always been told was his right.

He tried not to let his excitement show on his face, but he could tell that he had failed from her suddenly smug expression.

He stood up straighter and schooled his face. “Which one?”

Hermione shrugged. “I don’t know. You don’t really find the rooms. It’s more like they find you.”

That wasn’t ideal. He was already feeling out of it and didn’t want to go to the mind room, for example. He’d had enough of people prodding at his mental landscape throughout the war and would happily keep a lid on that till the end of time. But this might be his only opportunity to see something spectacular. He could live with whatever they came across.

He licked his lips. “I think I would like that.”

Granger smiled wider and walked to the door. “You need to go first. I’ll follow behind you. Just keep walking down the corridors until you feel drawn to a door.”

He stood up a little straighter and walked out into the dark corridor. He had now been here enough times to get used to the creepy dark hallways and shiny black tile. The doors still moved around according to some unknown plan of their own and the corridors changed length and size without warning. All of which was very disconcerting, but he knew that Granger was behind him and would help if anything came of it, so he took one step in front of the other until the walls melded together, and the doors faded into the background.

It felt like they had been walking forever when he noticed something very strange.

“What is that?”

The door in front of him was constantly shifting. One moment it was a shiny black lacquer like the rest of the doors, then the next a dull white, then a burnt brown and a peeling green and so on and so forth. He could hear Granger catch her breath behind him.

“The Room of Paths Not Taken,” she whispered.

Draco twisted back to look down at her. “What is that?”

Hermione took in a deep breath. “It’s The Room of Paths Not Taken,” she repeated. “It shows you the alternate timelines your life could have taken if you or your loved ones made different choices.”

Alternative timelines. His heart was hammering against his chest. Draco had made a lot of bad decisions in his life, some of which he was still paying the price for. He had always wondered if he’d made the right call. Would Voldemort have really murdered his mother if he hadn’t done as he’d asked?

He surged forward and reached for the handle. It vibrated under his fingertips as it morphed into different versions of itself. Fumbling to turn it, his hands struggled to make a purchase, but he finally managed to push through. Read the rest on Ao3.

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Let Me Take Your Order

Draco arrived at the ministry at approximately a quarter past nine in the morning. Granger had sent a missive with instructions on what to do and where to go when he arrived. He estimated by the time he got down to level nine, it would be twenty past, which meant she had been waiting for him for just as long. He smiled to himself, and pressed the button in the lift that sent it down.

Perhaps she’d be so livid she’d push him up against a wall or something. His breath caught at the thought of it. There was nothing quite so satisfying as teasing Hermione Granger. He could watch her ball her fists and clench her jaw all day. It made something inside his stomach titter and filled him with a vindictive sense of glee.

When the doors of the lift opened on the ninth floor , he could see Hermione standing with her arms crossed in front of her and an expression like thunder. He lifted his nose and sauntered out, a wry smile tugging up the corner of his mouth.

“Good morning, Granger.”

“What time do you think this is!?” she screeched, throwing her arms wide. “I said nine o’clock sharp. I realise that you’ve never had to work a day in your life, but surely you’ve learnt to tell the time. Don’t you need it to get to galas and fundraisers? Or were you always fashionably late?”

He let his eyes travel down her body. Today she was wearing a dark blue robe that showed off her considerable cleavage. Especially with her arms crossed like that. Instead of the twist she’d had in her hair last week, it was braided into a heavy rope, caught over her shoulder. Her eyes were ablaze, and his stomach turned when she caught his gaze.

Lifting his nose higher, he answered with a flippant wave of his hand. “I had trouble with the… peacocks. Yes, a peacock got stuck in the hedge maze. Astoria was beside herself. Surely you understand.”

He watched her eyes narrow even more as she shifted her weight onto one foot and stuck her tongue into the side of her mouth. “Right. The peacocks.”

She rolled her eyes with a huge sigh and gestured for him to follow. They were in a long narrow corridor covered in shiny black tiles that reflected everything back at him. Dark doorways led off in every direction with no description as to what lay on the other side. When they had travelled about halfway, she opened a door on the left and they entered yet another long dark hallway.

Without a word, she set off across the tile, her heels clicking behind her. He hurried along, trying to look into every door and nook. He had heard so many stories about the Department of Mysteries. As a child, he had even wanted to work there, before he realised jobs were things Malfoys didn’t do. He saw a particularly warped doorway and was about to ask what it was when he realised Hermione was almost a speck in the distance.

In a panic, he tried to catch up, sprinting after her, but though the pathway underneath his feet moved at a swift pace, the walls and doors did not.

“Granger!” he called out –

Suddenly, the entire hallway snapped into focus, and he was barrelling into her back. They both tripped and fell onto a huddle on the floor. His hand fell on something soft and warm, and she grunted as he frantically struggled to get off her. He tried not to think about what it possibly was he had been holding.

“What the fuck, Malfoy?” Hermione cursed as she stood, rubbing her elbows and knees.

He opened and closed his mouth dumbly before exclaiming, “The hallway – I was moving – going nowhere – then suddenly.” He mimed two objects crashing together with his hands.

Hermione sighed, “The time room must have moved again. I know this place is interesting and weird, but if you gawk, you’re going to keep getting stuck. The rooms know when you’re perceiving them and if you’re unlucky they’ll pull you in.” She ran a hand over her hair. “Look, if you do well today, I’ll take you to one of the tamer ones. Does that suffice? You’ll stop rubbernecking?”

He felt his cheeks heat as he objected. “Granger, whilst you may have sufficiently managed to tame that wild beast growing on your head to the point where you are passably attractive, I can assure you that necking was not my intention.”

Her face went bright red as she spluttered, “Rubber necking refers to the act of staring at something Malfoy! I was not implying anything else of the sort.”

“Good,” he said, raising his nose again, “because I’m married, and that sort of thing is right out of the question.”

Granger released a strangled sound of frustration as she turned on her heels and walked away again. This time, he followed closely and tried not to look around. He found himself concentrating on the way her braid moved as she walked, swinging from side to side. From there it was only a hop, skip, and a gaze down to look at her arse. It was moving pertly back and forth, and he suddenly had the urge to reach out and…

She stopped suddenly, turning to open a door on the right. He barely avoided slamming into her back and walked through as she held it open for him. The room was bigger than he had expected and covered in indiscriminate burn marks. The surfaces were covered with books, or knickknacks and at the very centre lay a large table with a bowl sitting squarely in the middle. Read more on Ao3.

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Draco and Hermione from You Do It For Me from @zeebee3

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He needs to suffer

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spicy black cat and werewolf bf methinks

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Fave moments in DMATMOBIL by @isthisselfcare: -Hermione evened out the odds with her wifi pucks. -Draco just skewered a man with a wand. -Draco whips out a knife. -Larsen the Viking is about to face the ferally protective Auror Draco Malfoy in a hand to knife combat. Can you tell which part of Draco I spent the most time on? Yeah, I know, I like them veiny leave me alone. 🤭Also, gotta love him in his red Auror robe.

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The Portrait That Was Not

Luna had always been able to see things that other people could not. Even as a small child, she had been able to see magical creatures like nargles, wrackspurts and gulping plimpies that nobody else believed existed. She could see the winds change before it happened and feel the oncoming storm when it was just the slightest difference in pressure.

It didn’t surprise her that no one else perceived the incandescent glow that she saw around each individual person. The colours changed with their moods and grew brighter or softer with their vitality. It wasn’t always clear why.

She only realised the glow was a reflection of the person underneath when she saw its light fade from her mother. The aura paled as she struggled to breathe. When she took that last gulping and struggling gasp, the light went out, never to be seen again.

But there was no reason for the glow to be coming off a painting.

It was leaning up against the sofa in the front room of Grimmauld Place. According to Harry, the inhabitant had steadfastly refused to talk to anyone since it had arrived, choosing instead to look away or sneer. The man in the portrait was pale, almost ethereal. With his face framed by a shock of black curly hair over startlingly grey eyes, Luna found it very difficult to look away.

“Who is he?” Luna asked as Harry came back into the room with a cup of tea and some biscuits.

She had offered to help him go through all the artefacts that had been bequeathed to him after the Aurors had cleared all of Voldemort's secret places of dark magic. This one had been found in the cave. It had taken months, but they’d finally eradicated all the Inferi and disarmed all the enchantments. Now it was no more than a lonely cave assaulted by the waves.

“I’m pretty sure it’s Regulus Black,” Harry replied, a biscuit hanging from his mouth. “It looks like all the pictures I’ve seen of him, and he has Sirius’s nose.”

Luna slowly reached out and ran her fingers down the painted surface. The man in the painting glared at her, his silver eyes boring into her own.

"Harry…”

“Hmm?”

“I think he’s alive.”

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Red - A Drabble for Lady Ursa's Birthday

George hated the silence at the end of the day. It made every scuff of his shoe and knocked object sound like a Bombarda. It was like it filled all the space in the shop, suffocating him with nothing. He was often open much later than the closing time listed on the door because he found the noise of the customers comforting. Their low chatter and soft footfalls acted like white noise and the little bell made his heart sing a little. Fred always used to say that it was the sound of galleons in their pocket.

He locked the door and made a beeline downstairs to the workshop.

It was only a small room with a large table in the middle. The space was warded against explosions and fire, but the smell of smoke seeped into the wood. He thought it made it feel warm. Fred had hated the smell. He was always trying to create inventions to mask it or transfigure it into something else. His last attempt lay abandoned in the corner. George still hadn’t managed to bring himself to move it yet, even after all this time.

“George?”

He looked up blearily at Hermione. She was standing in the doorway with those big brown eyes gazing up at him with concern and his traitorous heart fluttered. She was wearing a dark green summer dress with tiny daisies printed on it and it damn near took his breath away. It made her dusky pink lips all the more prominent and the urge to close the space between them and take them in his teeth was overwhelming.

But he didn’t.

With a start, he realised that she was dressed for dinner and not work which meant – he glanced down at his watch. Fuck. He’s already been in the workshop for hours.

“Shit. Sorry, Hermione. Let me just…” He frantically began to pack away his supplies.

She took two steps into the room and reached out to touch the legless chair hovering over the table.

“Don’t!” He shouted and reached out to wrench her arm back.

She looked down at where his hand curled around her wrist and then back up at him. Something substantial convalesced between them. It gathered in the air, heavy like the pressure before a lightning strike. She opened her mouth as if to say something and he dropped her arm like it was on fire.

“The locomotor charms are a little unsteady and the slightest touch makes it ricochet around the room.”

“Right,” she murmured, still looking at her arm.

George turned away. This all felt so strange. The evolution of his relationship with Hermione Granger had been unexpected. She had been his little brother's best friend for almost all of the time he’d known her, and he was sure she had dated him after the war, but he hadn’t been paying much attention. That time got all muddled up in his head.

All he knew, was that out of all the people his family sent to check up on him, and make sure he wasn’t isolating himself like a hermit, she was the one he looked forward to the most. She had never really known how to take his jokes so when she didn’t react or laugh it didn’t tear him up as much inside as it did the others. They were always telling him it wasn’t appropriate to joke right now or that he needed to respect that people were in mourning. He didn’t understand it. It was like he no longer knew how to interact with people because all the rules had changed, and no one had bothered to explain the new ones.

“We wouldn’t want you getting bowled over and showing me what colour knickers, you’ve got on today,” he joked.

She blushed, the colour spreading out in a dusky pink over her cheeks.

“I” – she started – “I don’t mind– we should get going.”

He gave her a frank look. “You want me to see your knickers? Now Granger, don’t go getting my hopes up. It’s not like I’ve seen an abundance of knickers lately.” Read the rest on Ao3.

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Art by winterwells

Slytherin Sloth slaying the Sloth Grip Roll 🦥🧹

He makes it look easy 😎

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Questionable Leadership

The next day found Regulus in the rudest possible way. There was a loud banging that seemed to reverberate around his head, and he thought that it was possibly just the effects of his truly magnificent hangover until he opened his eyes. At that moment, the door burst open, and Severus swept into the room, a look of disgust on his face.

“You have class in ten minutes!” he hissed, “you’ve missed breakfast, the students are all starting to move to class and you’re” – Severus finally looked down at Regulus’ dishevelled form and frowned – “you’re naked.”

Regulus blinked up at him as he tried to focus on his pale face and hook nose. The world was threatening to tip and his vision was still distinctly fuzzy. He pointed wordlessly at his bedside table and opened and closed his mouth, failing to make a sound. He wanted to say, I do say Severus old chap would you mind passing me a pepper up potion from my bedside drawer.

What he actually said was: “Paaaaannnnnnnggggg.”

He licked his lips and tried again. “Poooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrflth.”

Severus made a sound of disgust and pulled open the drawer. He thrust the potion into Regulus’ hands and turned around.

“Must you do this every day?” he scolded.

Regulus threw back the first potion with a swift action that made his head swim. He could feel the steam push out of his ears as the warmth made its way through his body. His vision cleared and he could finally make out Severus’ perfectly pressed black robes and rigid back.

He gulped back the second potion and the pain thundering through his brain subsided.

“Couldn’t you at least try to be a respectful human being?” Severus asked.

Regulus pushed shakily up to his feet. “Tried that. Almost died. Wasn’t a fan.”

Severus sighed and turned again so that his back was still facing Regulus as he walked past to get to his drawers.

“You can’t use that as an excuse forever. The war was terrible for everyone, you know.”

Regulus cast a quick Scourgify on himself before pulling on a dark green suit. It was one of his favourites. He wanted to impress Albus today and he was not off to a good start. With a matched black shirt, floral tie and grey robes, he cut a striking figure as he looked at himself in the mirror, at least from the neck down. Above that, his face looked like he had spent half the night drinking, which unfortunately, is exactly what he had done.

He glared at his reflection and fired a transfiguration spell at the dark circles under his eyes and the vacant holes in his cheeks. Fake it till you make it baby. Now, he just had to hope it would hold until lunchtime.

He swept past Severus out into the corridor.

“Now is not the time for loitering Severus,” he admonished, “we have classes to teach.”

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Maybe the real treasure was the boops we made along the way

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Above all, boop thy enemy

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