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“Tassel Moss looks as you’d imagine,” said Granger. “Tiny tassels across the top. It’s the sporangia – unusually big in the genus. They turn pink in the summer – of course, we’re a little too early for that.”
Was this woman a genius at Herbology, on top of everything else? Draco wondered how much of Potter and Weasley’s limited scholarly success was due to absorbing her knowledge by intellectual osmosis.
She was, frankly, overwhelming.
Granger carried on along the path, squatting down occasionally to observe things. It was altogether rather a peaceful ramble, with the charms keeping him dry, the sound of the rain and the occasional brave songbird, and verbalisations from Granger telling off various mosses because they weren’t the right one.
For the first time since he’d taken the Granger casefile from Tonks’ hands, Draco felt glad of the decision. This was certainly more pleasant than most of his work as an Auror – fewer hexes and eviscerations coming his way, for a start.
And, bonus, it got him out of tea with the ladies, and promised many more opportunities to do so. That set would be tut-tutting at Granger over their teacups – Granger with her hat askew, her face smeared with dirt, clambering about in ditches instead of finding herself a rich husband. But she was apparently doing something great for wizardkind, and what, pray, had they achieved?
“I think I found it!” called Granger.
Draco pushed through some brambles to be, once again, presented with a view of Granger’s bum. Familiarity breeds fondness – he was rather developing an appreciation for it.
“What you’ve done there, Granger, is gone arse over tit.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 4: Imbolc, by @isthisselfcare
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I would love to know what font you used for the Fresh Start Cafe sign - it's exactly what I've been looking for to use in a typeset that I am working on of a fanfic (not Remain Nameless)
It was a free font from the PictureToPeople website (transparent text generator). I'm not sure it's still available though and I don't remember its name :/ But they have other similar options. Hope this helps :)
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“They began the hike up towards the monastery; a nice, sweaty preamble to a sacrilegious violation of a priceless relic.
The way up was, as promised by Granger, a bit of a slog. It was early enough that the heat of the day didn’t utterly flatten them. As they progressed upwards, they were protected from the worst of the sun by a cathedral of trees that filtered the light into cool greens. White hyacinths dotted the undergrowth. It smelled of earth and mushrooms.
Between gasps for breath, Granger provided Draco with histories of the various pilgrims who had walked this path, and the alleged Miracles that had followed.
Draco said that, as riveting as these histories were, he would advise her to save her breath for the climb and concentrate. She did not heed his advice. About halfway up a steep ascent, her lecture distracted her too much and she tripped off the path and into a ditch full of brambles and mud. Her wand, which she’d been using to sear away thorny overgrowth, remained on the path with Draco.
Draco, seeing that Granger was unhurt at the bottom of the ditch, took up a contemplative position, leaning his shoulder against a tree. “What you’ve done there, Granger, is gone arse over tit.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 14: Get Thee to a Nunnery, by @isthisselfcare
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if you all could see all the fanart i imagine in my head and never draw it’d blow your tits clean off
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“A glowing rendition of Draco’s skull floated in the air between them. It was very handsome and shapely, with cheekbones quite as nice as the Magdalene’s.
Along the mandible, a crack glowed in red.
Granger took in a little breath.
“It’s bigger than I thought,” said Granger.
“I’ll be gentle,” said Draco.
Granger laughed, then regained control of herself and gave him a look that was deeply unimpressed.
After studying the schema from several angles, she said that she wanted to be particularly careful healing this one, to make sure it was realigned properly and didn’t affect his bite.
Good. Finally. Be careful. Be slow. Be close.
Granger cleared off one of the side tables for Draco to sit upon.
“Pretty,” she commented as she moved an ornate hourglass out of the way.
“Do you think so? It’s my great great Uncle Snodsbury.”
“I’m sorry?”
Draco flipped over the hourglass to demonstrate. “He wanted to be cremated and still be of use.”
“...Charming.”
Draco sat on the side table. Granger stood between his knees and took his face in her hands.
This was good, thought Draco as he looked up at her. Very good.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 28: The Viking, Shameful Conduct of/Healing, Pleasures of, by @isthisselfcare
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“The small hours of the morning found Draco in his study. He sent a missive to Lady Saira, enquiring – while feeling slightly like a lunatic – about any rumours she might have heard pertaining to Pandora’s box.
This task accomplished, he brought some semblance of order to his desk and floated a bottle of Macpherson’s Rare Oak towards himself, along with a tumbler.
Then he leaned upon the chimneypiece in shirtsleeves and braces, Firewhisky in hand, and stared into the dancing flames.
The shock of the day’s events was catching up to him, now that the opimum was no longer in his system to dull it.
Granger was safe. It had been close, but she was safe.
He felt none of the feelings that typically followed close calls with Principals. Sometimes it was cockiness for having boldly pulled someone out of an impossible situation. Sometimes, if the close call had been preventable, it was a guilty stirring to do better next time. Mostly, it was simply relief.
None of that, tonight. Images repeated themselves in his mind and all he felt was nausea. Her slumped form against the wall. Moore grabbing at her. Her face, squeezed by Larsen's massive hand. Her helpless dangle from Larsen’s arm, when he pulled her to the door.
No relief. Only this – this kind of heartsickness.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 29: Night Encounter/Granger is Sensible, by @isthisselfcare
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“Draco awoke to a white ceiling streaking past him, as though he or the ceiling were moving at high velocity. There were raised voices and indistinct words and sounds of general chaos. Running feet, clinking equipment, the whirr of wheels.
Then there was a crisp voice of command. The voice was reassuring, somehow. It was the voice of Competence and Order, and it was Good.
His body was no longer his body; it was a thing chiefly composed of pain. He could not scream.
His ears caught words and communicated them to his numb brain. Envenomated. Respiratory depression. Paralysis of the diaphragm. Lethal dose.
And then, distantly, he could hear a scream. But it was not his – it was his mother’s.
“Get her out,” said the Voice of Competence. “I’ll speak to her when I’ve saved this one’s life.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 19: The Nundu/Trying Times for Draco Malfoy, by @isthisselfcare
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I want to eat your art. I feel like it would have the most delectable mouthfeel
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Thought you'd appreciate this screenshot of my DMATMOOBIL folder; I've been told the colours look like candy/jewels.
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Your art is so beautiful!
Thank you so much 💛
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hello! just wanted to pop by and let you know that I think you’re art is truly so wonderful. I especially froth over your ✨eyelashes✨ they’re literally so floofy I’m obsessed. thank you for sharing! ❤️
Thank you so much 🥰💛 I'm jealous of the lashes in my own drawings haha 👁👄👁
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fiction and fantasy are so fun because it's like. if i met this man in real life i would drop kick him off a cliff within three seconds of him opening his mouth. luckily for him he doesn't exist so we can all happily ignore those red flags and pretend we could fix him
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