Snape: Don’t do the thing you dunderhead ball of deaf ignorance.
McGonagall: Mr Potter, don’t you dare do the thing.
Dumbledore: Hmmm… Perhaps you shouldn’t do the thing, but here are some tools, explained in the most vague possible way, to get the thing done, I’m counting on you.
Hagrid: *Gives all the details about the thing* Shouldn’t have said that. ‘Arry don’t do the thing.
Sirius: James, I mean Harry, back in my school days with James, your dad, we always did the thing.
Remus: Sirius, perhaps you shouldn’t encourage him, but if you’re going to, here’s a map to help you do the thing.
Draco: Potter can’t possibly accomplish the thing. Prat.
Luna: We must go do the thing from the side while riding nargles to freedom.
Voldemort: THERE IS NO THING BUT POWER AND THOSE TO WEAK TO ACCEPT IT.
Harry: I‘m doing the thing! I’m doing IT RIGHT NOW! CONSIDER THE THING DONE.
Wow look at us we are officially on round two of this series. I hope you all enjoyed the Pirates of the Caribbean one I really loved writing it. I am not going to lie when I say I had writers block on this one but here goes nothing. So here is chapter two of the Harry Potter AU.
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Universe: Harry Potter
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“Are you nervous?” Amelia whispered.
I shook her off. “No of course not. I have looking forward to this for days”
It was the only thing keeping me going really. The first week of being at Hogwarts was exactly how I thought it would be. Everybody whispering when I walked down the halls. When I sat down on the couch in the common rooms everyone got up and left. Martell throwing notes at the back of my head with little images of me getting my head chopped off.
Exactly like last year.
I gripped my broom handle to steady myself. It was a Firebolt Supreme. It wasn’t the newest model of broom or anything but it wasn’t anything to laugh about either. It was a present from my father before school started. Ever since my brother vanished our house had been solemn. My mother stayed locked up in her room most days and my father stared longingly out a window. He got the broom for my birthday in an effort to cheer us up.
“Everyone is staring at you.” Amelia pointed out.
“Yeah they always stare at me.” I shrugged.
“I don’t know instead of in horror they are kind of staring at you in awe.” She said.
I pulled my hair back into a tight ponytail. “I have a cool broom.”
“Okay you totally got this.” She said mostly to herself. “Just go out there and do what you do.”
The captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team blew his whistle. I was about to get up when my broom was snatched out of my hand.
“Awe where did you get this! Did daddy buy it for you with all the money he got from his death eater days. Oh don’t tell me, you’re part Malfoy aren’t you.” Martell laughed twirling the broom in his hands.
I got up. “Martell you know I’m not a Malfoy and even if I was there is nothing wrong with them. They made bad choices but they also helped us win the war.”
“Who is this us you are referring to? Wasn’t your family on the losing side?” He taunted.
I snatched the broom back so fast he didn’t have time to blink. “Get lost Martell this is a Slytherin tryout. Gryffindors aren’t welcome.”
He looked behind me at Amelia. “But Hufflepuffs are?”
“Anyone but you is allowed.” I snarled stepping to get into his face.
The whistle blew again. “Drago stop flirting with the enemy and get over here!”
Both our faces grew hot and we backed away from each other. I hopped on my broom and flew down to the pitch not even daring to look at Martell behind me.
I landed swiftly on the grass with the rest of the group. It was a mixture of some new faces and then the team from last year. They graduated their two best chasers last year. I was hoping to take up one of those spots.
“Alright here is the deal.” The captain, Nate Fox, said. “We are going to be taking fourteen players this year. As you know there are seven starting positions. Three chasers, two beaters, a seeker, and a keeper. Last year we faced a devastating loss to Gryffindor for the final. That will not be happening again. That is why everyone is cut from the team. Just because you were on the team last year does not mean I will pick you again.”
There were some grumbles from the crowd but no outcries. If there was one thing Slytherin’s wanted to do that was to win.
“Now there are thirty of you here so that means 16 of you aren’t going to make the cut. And even if I pick you after today if I don’t think you have what it takes I will cut you from the team. Are we clear?”
Hello! This is the first entry of my new weekly series. I am going to pick six book universes and write an original story and characters in them. I hope you enjoy it let me know what you think
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Universe: Harry Potter a while after the seventh book ended.
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“This year is going to be different,” I said, straightening my tie around my collar.
“How so?” She asked.
“This year is the first year I can try out for the quidditch team,” I said. “We are going to go to more parties and finally stop being losers.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sure, Wrenna, somehow magically, we are going to become popular and cool because you might make the quidditch team.”
“Hey, we’re wizards.” I smiled. “Magically doing stuff is the whole reason we are attending Hogwarts.”
The train’s whistle blew, signaling we were almost there. I had been dreaming about going to Hogwarts ever since I was a kid. I would wear my mom’s old robes and run around the house pretending I was exploring the school’s halls. Last year when I finally got here, things didn’t exactly go as planned. I was sorted into Slytherin, which was to be expected. My mom had been a Slytherin, as was my brother. But after what happened with my brother when he was here… I didn’t exactly get a warm welcome. When I met Amelia, a Hufflepuff, I was surprised she had even talked to me. But, that didn’t help her social standings either. We quickly became outcasts.
Amelia pulled on her black robe and clipped on her yellow and black tie. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. Our first year, she was a little chubby in the face, but over the summer, it thinned out, exposing her beautifully sharp cheekbones and honey brown eyes. I could see her being popular if I wasn’t her best friend.
I glanced at the window through the reflection. I could see my long brown hair that laid carelessly over one shoulder. I had gotten taller and curvier over the summer. My sun kissed skin was clear for once. My two dark green eyes stared back at me, my face etched with worry. I was putting on a brave face for Amelia. Sure, I could try out for the quidditch team, but there was no guaranteed spot. My brother used to always say I was good. Good enough to make it as a first-year. But no first year had gotten a spot since Harry Potter.
The train finally rolled to a stop, and the whole train car began murmuring with excitement. I grabbed my bag and followed Amelia out of our cabin. I saw familiar faces in the crowd, but none offered me a smile or a wave. Which was typical. First years mingled around the hallway, awkward and not sure what to do.
“Excuse me.” One tapped me on the shoulder.
She had wild red hair, and her face was peppered with freckles. “Do you know where we are supposed to meet the boats to take us across the lake?”
Before I could answer, I was shoved from behind, my shoulder hitting the window roughly.
“I wouldn’t talk to her.” An annoyingly familiar voice laughed. “She’s a Drago.”
Martell was a third-year Gryffindor student who tended to pick on me rather than ignore me like everyone else. His dark brown hair curled just above his shoulders. His dark brown eyes promised vengeance in the light. His thin lips were curled into a smirk. He would have been cute if he wasn’t such a jerk all the time.
“A what?” The girl asked.
“Haven’t you heard? Her older brother released a curse upon the school and got himself killed in the process three years ago.” He said.
“Shut up, Martell.” Amelia rose to my defense.
“And look, little Amelia always defending the snake,” Martell said, and his friends laughed.
“Come on,” He slid past me, making sure not to touch me, and ushered the girl down the car. “I’ll show you where to go.”
His friends followed after him leaving Amelia and me alone in the car.
“Don’t listen to him, Wrenna. He doesn’t know what he is talking about.” She said reassuringly.
“Yeah, sure,” I said, walking down the car and out onto the platform.
As I gazed upon the castle that was lit a fire by candlelight, I sighed. The only problem was, Martell did know what he was talking about. My brother released a curse upon the school that still haunted the halls to this day. They almost had to close down the school twice last year. But that was a part of my plan too. I was going to rid the school of the curse and restore honor to my family name. Even if I died trying.
Pairing: half breed vampire Draco x fem!reader/pureblood!reader
Requested: I’m a big sucker for vampires so can you pretty please do something about Draco being a vampire and he ends up drinking from the reader
Warnings: mentions of small injuries, blood, throwing up, very heated make out
A/N: I couldn’t find exactly what vampires in Harry Potter are like so I’m just winging it with all the vampire shows I’ve seen all mashed into one, and since I’ve gotten a few comments about it I’ll start putting more specific stuff on imagines. If I have time I’ll go back to all the other stuff I wrote and fix them as well. This is a bit long, but I figured it would make up for all the headcanons I’ve done cause of school.
Summary: Draco’s true identity is only known by you
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Draco had never felt this way before in his entire life. The hunger he felt within him was one that he couldn’t put into words. His entire life he had been able to ignore this side of him. Being told he was a pureblood to then have it ripped from him was rattling. His mother tried keeping the truth from him, surprised to see no signs of his true father coming through. It hadn’t been until you visited during the summer that there was any sign of the dormant side in Draco.
You’d both been play fighting as usual, rolling around outside on the grass while Narcissa watched over you from the front door. It only took one wrong shove that sent you to the ground scraping your palms that left little droplets of blood catching Draco’s attention. Draco couldn’t take his eyes off of your hands, and you hadn’t missed him licking his lips as well as him looking as though he was about to drool. He looked like he was about to attack you, but Narcissa shouting something you couldn’t hear left you shocked when he flew across the other side of the yard.
Helping you clean up inside before sitting both of you down, Narcissa was muttering nothing but curses to herself. Keeping the long story short she explained how Draco was really a halfbreed vampire. You squeezed Draco’s hand reassuringly when you saw him tense up next to you. Even though they both knew you wouldn’t blab, they swore you to secrecy. You were there with Draco through it all. His cravings were never bad, and he refused to drink human blood, so it made it easier to keep a secret. That had been until today, when it seemed that not even his fake substitute could satiate his cravings. Before he lost it on any of the students he all but forced himself into your room despite others saying he couldn’t be in the girl’s dorm.
“What’s wrong?” You asked immediately when you saw the almost pained look on his face. You stood up, walking over to him and grabbed his face in your hands making him look at you. “Draco, talk to me.” You whispered, caressing his cheek.
A surprised gasp left you when two fangs made themselves known by pushing their way past Draco’s closed lips. It seemed to shock him too, and he pulled away quickly. Narcissa made it known to only you that this would happen eventually, you just hadn’t expected it to be so soon. Both of you knowing that Draco’s distaste of the thought of actually feeding on someone made her only tell you that the substitutes would only last so long before his teeth grew in and he’d want the real thing. You promised you’d be there for him, and you meant it in every way you possibly could, even if you knew it would risk you getting hurt in the process.
“I’m thirsty. More than normal.” Draco seethed, hugging himself making your eyes soften.
“It’s okay.” You assured him, pulling him to sit on your bed. “We knew this was going to happen.” You muttered and shook your head.
“You knew?!” Draco exclaimed, making you jump.
“Draco it was for your own good. You couldn’t even think about feeding on anyone.” You explained and his face showed his disgust at the mere mention. “See?” You pointed making him shoot you a look.
“Just distract me then. I don’t want to… do that.” He explained, swallowing hard.
“You’re going to have to eventually.” You explained softly, placing your hand on his thigh to soothe him. “It’s nothing to be ashamed o-” You tried but he shoved your hand away.
“Distract me.” He demanded through gritted teeth making you sigh and shake your head.
“I always liked reading about vampires when I was younger you know.” You stated, both of you scooting up further on your bed to get more comfortable.
“You did?” He asked, pulling you closer to him making you nod.
“I never knew why I was so fascinated by them.” You shook your head with a laugh, sitting next to Draco on his bed. “I mean I found it intriguing but… to the extent I relate…” You rested your head on his arm, smiling when he seemed to pet your head.
“Relate how?” Draco asked, pulling you closer.
“The feeding part of it…” You trailed, all the times Draco had come to you for the substitutes that you could only give him filling your mind.
“You couldn’t possibly relate to that.” He scoffed pulling away to look down at you.
“Draco I understand that it’s hard.” You explained, holding his face and gently caressing his cheek.
“I don’t think you do. Not with this.” He protested making you roll your eyes.
“I understand the hunger, and I definitely understand the feed.” You explained making Draco look at you with confusion written on his face. “Draco it’s not hard to understand the hunger you’re feeling. I’ve seen you drink things that remind you of blood.” You continued making Draco shake his head.
“That’s not the same as this.” He shook his head making you scoff and sit up so you could face him.
“So it isn’t the best most comforting feeling you’ve ever felt? It doesn’t make you feel whole? Make you feel like you’re filling the emptiness that you have inside of you?” You asked, making Draco’s shoulders tense up a tad. “How about when we warm it up sometimes? You basically drown yourself in it.” You taunted, and Draco’s mouth was watering at the thought. “You’re going to tell me it doesn’t feel good to have it warm your insides that feel cold? I see it, Draco. You love being greedy with it. Love the warmth coating your mouth and throat while you basically chug it until it’s all gone.” You continued making Draco’s chest rise and fall quicker.
“I need it.” He croaked out, pushing you a bit further from him. He wouldn’t admit he’d been thinking about feeding even before the hunger came. Wouldn’t admit that the only person he ever wanted to do it with would be you.
“It’s not going to work anymore.” You shook your head giving him a sad smile. “Not the way you need it to.” You said making his stomach churn.
“Well you have to let me try.” Draco pleaded, but you shook your head. “Y/N please.” He tried again and you sighed, nodding before you stood up.
“If it works I’ll keep giving it to you, but if it doesn’t…” You explained handing him the bottle.
Without another word Draco all but ripped it open, almost unhinging his jaw to guzzle down every last drop. You watched with curiosity, hoping that it would work. When Draco finally lowered the bottle you both smiled at each other. Relief was on his face for two seconds before a pained look took over and Draco reached for your trash bin before the entire contents of the bottle had come back up.
“No.” Draco almost pleaded softly while he hunched over.
You rubbed his back, not saying anything. You didn’t know what you could say to make him feel better, the only you knew would help he wouldn’t like. Before you could open your mouth to finally say something Draco shrugged you off and grumbled all the way out of your room. Half of the day went by before Draco returned to your room. He’d looked even worse than he had that morning, and he couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Draco you can’t fight it anymore. It’s just going to get worse.” You sighed making him grumble next to you.
“I don’t want to feed on someone. That’s gross. I don’t even know where they’ve been.” He explained making you scoot closer.
“You know where I’ve been.” You whispered, putting your hand on his. “Let me help. You can feed on me.” You tried soothing him with your thumb rubbing his knuckles, but it only caused him to stiffen and almost jump to his feet.
“No! Absolutely not!” Draco yelled, making you flinch in surprise.
“Why not? I’m offering, you don’t have anyone else who can do it. I promised I’d be here for you and I am not going to break that promise now.” You stated firmly, making Draco’s eyes narrow.
“You know I don’t want to feed on anyone.” He explained making you roll your eyes.
“Enough is enough Draco. Please.” You rubbed your temples before looking at him. “Stop being a child who won’t eat their damn vegetables. You need this okay? It’s not something you can avoid anymore. We gave you all the time we could, but you have to accept the truth now.” You explained.
“You’re comparing yourself to a vegetable?” Draco hissed making you shove him.
“You know what I meant.” You scolded.
You watched Draco slowly sit back down next to you. You held your breath, waiting for him to hopefully say he’s and put himself out of his misery. Your hand reached out before you could stop yourself, but you pulled it back last minute so you wouldn’t pressure him. He let out a sigh, wiping his face before looking over to you.
“It’s supposed to feel good right?” Draco asked nervously.
“I don’t want to lie to you. It’s in everything I’ve read, but so many people say it’s a myth. I’m not sure.” You explained, becoming nervous when he inched closer.
“If it hurts I’ll stop.” He explained and you nodded. The closer he got, the faster your heart beat and you held your breath. “I-if it really does feel good.” Draco started with a shaky breath, his hand coming up to hold your face. “I want to make you feel good before it, so maybe you won’t realize…” He explained, his voice wavering while he caressed your cheek.
“What?” You breathed out, staring into his eyes. You didn’t know if it was from the way he was touching you, but you felt like you couldn’t understand anything that was happening.
“You’ll see.” He whispered, leaning in before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.
Draco’s lips moved against yours slowly and your eyes fluttered closed and started moving in sync with his. It wasn’t long after that his tongue was running across your bottom lip making you part your lips slightly. Instead of his tongue exploring your mouth like you expected, he pulled your lip between his teeth and gave it a small suck causing you to moan into the kiss. He pulled away slowly, and you couldn’t help but lean forward to follow him. Your eyes fluttered back open and the look of hunger on Draco’s face had become more evident than before.
He brushes his lips against yours before placing a small kiss on the corner of your lips. You couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your face when he started kissing down your cheek and to your jaw, nipping gently. Your breathing was coming out in pants, your hands coming up to hold onto Draco’s shoulders. Your nails dug in when he started sucking and you let out a moan when his teeth grazed your sweet spot.
You’d expected him to go for it right there, but a whimper left you when he only continued to suck harshly on the spot. Draco had completely forgotten about feeding due to all of your noises. He couldn’t help but want to make you feel even better. His tongue flicker over your sensitive skin and you pulled him even closer.
“Draco.” You whined when he started sucking below your ear.
He hummed against your skin, kissing his way back down your neck, and that’s when he froze. His nose was brushing right against your pulse and the hunger seemed to hit him full force. His heart started racing, and he almost ran out of the room. He never wanted to feed on anybody, yet here he was about to sink his teeth in your neck. He wanted to run, but he couldn’t get himself to move, instead he held you tighter and pulled you closer. Without another though he let his instincts take over.
“Oh Merlin.” You cried out when his teeth broke skin and he held you in a death grip.
Your head lolled back as a moan escaped you, and Draco let out a small possessive growl while he continued to suck greedily. Despite his grip on you, your toes were curling at the feeling that was going through your entire body. Your breathing was coming out irregular, whimpers leaving you when he seemed to bite harder.
“Draco.” You mumbled when you felt yourself become lightheaded. Your hand limply came up to grab his hair, and you gave it an unsuccessful tug that was merely you running your fingers through his hair before you held on. “Draco.” You whined, trying to move out from under him, only to earn you being pulled closer. “Draco stop.” You pleaded, and he finally seemed to hear you.
“I’m sorry.” He breathed heavily, pulling away from you, looking down at you with a guilty look on his face. “I got carried away I guess.” He rubbed the back of his neck, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“It was your first time, it’s okay.” You explained, letting your hand lazily come up and wipe the blood that was falling down the corner of his mouth. “You’ll just have to practice.” You whispered, your eyes going wide when he pulled your thumb into his mouth and licked the blood clean.
“Yeah… practice.” Draco nodded and pulled you in for a small kiss before he stood up. “Get your rest. I’ll bring you something to eat and drink.” He kissed your forehead gently before leaving your room without another word.
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Summary: Winter holiday gets a bit interesting in the Slytherin common room
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“Y/N.” Draco smiled walking over to you. You felt trapped under his gaze and all you could do was stand there staring, wishing you could have seen him any other time than while you just woke up and were brushing your teeth. “For a while I started to think you’d gone home for the holiday.” He explained when he reached you, his thumb coming up to wipe the toothpaste that was about to fall from your chin. “Here.” He smiled, holding his cup out for you, making your eyes go wide and you shook your head.
No way were you going to embarrass yourself any further by spitting in the cup right in front of him. You tried to walk around him, but his hand holding your upper arm stopped you.
“I’m not letting you go back into hiding.” He gave your bottom lip a nudge with the lip of the cup. You scrunched your nose up and shook your head, pushing the cup away with your chin. “Oh come on Y/N. It’s just toothpaste.” Draco sighed making your jaw clench. He kept eye contact with you while you finally let the toothpaste in your mouth dribble out into the cup, and you couldn’t help the embarrassed blush that was surely painting itself over your entire body.
“Happy?” You quipped once it was all out. “Draco?” You breathed out his name in a question when his thumb cleaned the corners of your mouth. “What are you doing?” You asked, taking a step back when he finally let your arm go.
“I wanted to talk to you.” Draco explained, and you nodded so he could continue. “I wasn’t going to be here for the holiday.” He started, making your eyebrows knit together. “But I know that you never go home during holidays because your parents always hang around mine and you’re never there.” He continued making you feel like you were punched in the gut.
“What’s your point?” You crossed your arms, pinching your elbow to keep your cool.
“So I decided to stay to talk to you.” He explained and you sighed.
“About?” You asked, digging your nails into your skin. Your parents weren’t ever something you liked talking about. The fact Draco pointed out the only reason they don’t want you home is because they don’t want you around the other pureblood families was definitely hitting a nerve.
“Your letter.” He answered making you nod.
“What about my letter?” You asked, trying to have him get to the point. You felt like you’d been standing there for longer than needed for the short conversation that hadn’t seemed to go anywhere just yet.
“Well.” Draco started, taking a step closer causing you to stumble back a step. “Maybe about what you said.” He continued. “You know… about my eyes.” He smiled, staring at you. You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip in anticipation, you stared into them against your better judgement, your death grip on your arm loosening just at the sight of them. “Are you getting lost in them right now?” He smirked, and you felt like someone had just thrown an ice cold water right in your face. You blinked and averted your eyes, your grip on your arm tightening once more.
“No.” You muttered, shifting your weight to your other foot.
“Come on Y/N, it was a joke.” Draco explained, grabbing your chin softly, turning your head so you could look at him. “I wanted to apologise for what Parkison di-” He started and you scoffed already having had enough. You didn’t let him finish, and you smacked his hand off of your chin.
“I don’t need your pity Malfoy.” You seethed, your eyes narrowing. “Just because Parkinson did what she did. You shouldn’t apologize for her. That’s not your job and it doesn’t change anything, and I don’t appreciate you leading me on to get your kicks.” You pulled away, walking in the direction back to your room.
This continued for the whole week. Draco would find you and corner you when you were least expecting it, trying to catch you off guard. Lucky for you, you had some sense to start carrying your wand around with you even in the common room. You weren’t ashamed to say you used a few spells to knock Draco on his ass to give you time to escape into the comforts of your room. He would and could have gone in after you if he really wanted to, but you both knew he wasn’t going to deny you the comfort of your room. He’d finally had enough when you sat at the opposite end of the great hall, and when you got up he followed.
“Y/N wait!” Draco called after you but you only walked faster, hoping you got to your room before he could get to you. “Y/N please!” He tried again but you still ignored him. “Petrificus Totalus!” Draco called out and you cursed to yourself when you couldn’t take another step.
He was in for it once he let you go. You wanted to shake your head, but you could, only being able to roll your eyes. You heard his footsteps coming up behind you, and when he finally came into view, you tried your best to glare at him even though you could only move your eyes.
“I know you’re mad, but you wouldn’t let me talk to you any other way.” He explained, and all you did was blink in response. “I’m sorry Y/N, really. Parkinson shouldn’t have read your letter to me, and she shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.” He continued, making you roll your eyes. You wanted to say so many things, itching to grab your wand and send him flying to the other side of the hall. “I really liked your letter.” He continued making your eyes go wide. “Don’t look so surprised.” He laughed shaking his head.
You wanted to ask so many things now that you knew he liked it. Did he like you back? Was he just saying he liked it but didn’t feel the same? What were you going to say later if he says he likes you back? What would you do if he said he didn’t?
“Y/N calm down. Your eyes are going to pop out of your head.” Draco explained making your eyes focus back on him. “I just wanted to say that I like you too, you know. I have for a while. All the things Parkinson said wasn’t true. I even asked your father for permission to date you two years ago.” Draco rambled, and your jaw would have hit the floor if it hadn’t been for the fact that you were stuck in place. “Okay…” He whispered, patting your hand before walking away leaving you stuck for a minute before you finally were able to move your legs.
The first thing you did was try and find him, but no matter where you went he seemed to be nowhere in sight. You even tried going to the common room but there was no sign that he had been there since that morning. With a frustrated groan you sat on the steps of the common room after a few rounds around what felt like the whole school. You dragged yourself to the couch, letting yourself rest your head on the armrest. You were going to wait until he got back even if you had to stay all night.
“Y/N wake up.” You heard while you were being shaken slightly. It hadn’t felt slightly, you almost jumped out of your skin when you felt hands on you. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” Draco’s voice filled your ears when you felt his hands cup your face. You blinked a few times before he came into focus, and you finally pushed him away from you.
“You scared me!” You exclaimed, your hand still over your chest.
“I’m sorry.” He laughed, while he watched you sit up. “I know the couch isn’t that comfortable. I just wanted to make sure you went to your room.” He explained before his eyebrows knitted together. “Why are you sleeping here anyway?” He asked, making you sigh and stretch.
“Well I was waiting for you.” You mumbled, rubbing your neck. “Thank you.” You smiled softly when his fingers took over and he rubbed your neck for you. “You like me?” You asked softly, looking over to him.
“Yes I do.” He nodded and turned you to face him. “We can get back at Parkinson when she comes back if you want.” Draco explained and you blushed.
“I took care of it.” You admitted sheepishly, and Draco gave you a questioning look. “I may have left a few things in her dorm for her to come back to…” You smirked, biting your lip to hold yourself from laughing. “All I’ll say is she’ll be very itchy and walk into a horrible smell.” You smiled, patting his chest with your hand before kissing his cheek softly.
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I am so weak for fiercely protecting each other in battle scenes!!!
While the overall vibe turned out very different, this started as a 1 year later redraw of my very first Dramione fan art (which is in fact signed with the wrong year, because I am silly and remembering the correct date in January is very hard - oops).
Drawing has been a hugely important creative outlet this past year, on a brief serious note, and the redraw was a really fun way to reflect on what’s changed over the course of that year. I am so grateful to have found such an amazing, hilarious, and supportive community through this ship, especially during difficult times that have so many of us physically isolated. Hope that the new year has wonderful things in store for you all, and thank you for everything!
The mood of the day is angstwith a side of I-felt-like-writing-a-little-something:
“Why can’t we just run away from it all?” he asked her, not for the first time.
She blinked and exhaled very slowly, letting her shoulders slump forward toward him with the movement.
And then after a moment, Hermione looked down at the cuff of his shirt and set herself without a word to rolling up his left sleeve. Her eyes shone as he watched her, but her hands were steady as ever.
When she was done with his sleeve, she pushed her own to her elbow and looked back up. He knew where she was going with this but kept his grey eyes fixed stubbornly on her face, not wanting to think about anything in this moment except for the way that the light illuminated fiery golden streaks in her hair.
“You need to look,” she told him, softly but insistently, as if reading his mind.
He looked.
No matter how well he knew what awaited him, seeing them next to each other - the cruel brand of pureblood supremacy and the crueler scar it left behind - never failed to hit like a punch to the gut.
Hermione exhaled again, breathing out a bit more shakily this time as she glanced down at the crooked letters carved into her skin.
“Why do you think that we can’t just run away from it all, Draco?”
(I uploaded an older version of just this Draco here a few months ago, but it was originally going to be them both, and picking up from a half-finished WIP ended up being the perfect way to come back from a busy-ness induced drawing slump.)
Next will be a matching Hermione and Ginny, and then I promise so much more Dramione for your patience!
Sorry for not posting art here lately oops! So much has happened the last 3ish weeks, some really good (my partner finished grad school yay), some less good (family drama boo), but anyway I’m still very much obsessed with the ole OTP and have so many WIPs to finish up and share with you hopefully soon!
![draco malfoy [au]. ♤ instagram ♡ comms ♧ prints ♢](https://64.media.tumblr.com/4731b46f432b404f74dddd89d6b9d58f/4c4945cbce1233d9-60/s1280x1920/1525d102b11ebf458dd841fbce155bd26e720838.jpg "draco malfoy [au]. ♤ instagram ♡ comms ♧ prints ♢")
