It’s started to rain again, tip-tapping at the window, a cheerful choir. The coffee in your cup tries to join, dripping down chipped china all the way to your finger. I get gravity, now; I’d do the same, if it were me. Always towards you.
But there’s no root for this rivalry; your free hand fetches mine, and I swallow the sigh. I used to hate mornings, thought they were a chore, quiet and blurry. But you have a way of making everything music—there’s melody even to the corner of your lip, slipping upwards. “Morning, love.”
Back at Hogwarts for his Eight Year, Draco finds himself in need of a quiet place where he could hide when everything feels too much. He finds a perfect nook not far from the castle but it turns out it’s already taken…
I cannot even express how excited I am to finally be able to share this comic with you!!
I hope y'all will like it - It’s a story that had been on my mind for quite some time now and it merged into the longest dreville comic I have ever drawn.
Thank you so much @veelawings for bringing back the @chubbynevillefest and for giving me a reason to finish it! And endless thanks to @pineau-noir for helping me polish those dialogues into their absolute best versions!
![s8ans: [cries in infernal] babe you look great](https://64.media.tumblr.com/d7598a7255d52cd2e5655bed4ff512d9/tumblr_p5glarRyO31sjtvlmo1_1280.png "s8ans: [cries in infernal] babe you look great")
