My boyfriend is trying to explain cricket to me again. “He’s only got two balls to make 48 runs”, he says. The camera focuses on a man. Underneath him it says LEFT ARM FAST MEDIUM. A ball flies into the stands and presumably fractures someone’s skull. “There’s a free six”, my boyfriend says. 348 SIXES says the screen. A child in the audience waves a sign referencing Weet-Bix
I commissioned marblenxxart to create a piece inspired by Against Nostalgia, and I love the dual portrait she created of Hermione and Draco. Can’t you see this hanging up in the halls of Hogwarts?
Against Nostalgia is a novel-length Dramione fic where Draco and Hermione are both professors at Hogwarts. Come for the slow burn and the dark academia and stay for the steam 🔥
Draco patted the slim box under his arm, which contained the scarf he’d bought in Pansy’s shop several weeks ago. It was close enough to Christmas now to give it to Hermione and he wanted to see it around her lovely neck as they strolled in the park or ate an indulgent lunch. And then he wanted to take her back to her flat and slip it off, maybe see it elsewhere—wrapped around her wrists or a bedpost, trailing over her…
“Ahem.” Draco cleared his throat as he arrived at her door. It wouldn’t do to be in a complete state before he’d even said hello; he wanted to spend time with her before he succumbed to lust. Hear how her interview had gone, get the update on the nefarious Grindylows that had taken her away again this week—although the note she’d sent to tell him she’d be gone had been sweet, and warmed Draco’s heart more than he cared to admit.
The grin stole over his face again as he reached out a gloved finger to ring her bell.
One echoing chime, then the door yanked open and she was there.
Beautiful in pyjamas and her dressing gown, hair gathered on top of her head and spilling over, a few curls just brushing her neck. Draco focused on one and the soft inch of skin it was tickling. He wanted to kiss the spot posthaste.
“Hi,” he said, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “I was just nowhere near your neighbourhood.”
“Oh!” Hermione’s sharp exhale brought Draco out of fantasy and into focus. He saw that she looked startled. More than startled. Alarmed.
A slip of uneasiness unfurled in his chest and his smile faded. “I hope I’m not—”
“No! I—” She looked over her shoulder and Draco’s uneasiness solidified.
“Is everything all right?” Draco craned his neck to look behind her.
“It’s fine.” She looked round again. “This just isn’t the best—”
“‘Mione, where’s your Tetley’s? You know I don’t like this poncy loose-leaf stuff.” Draco froze as a lanky, ginger form came into view. He felt the blood drain from his face as he fully took in what he realised was a very domestic scene.
i’ve been having a tough time so the WONDERFUL and SO NICE Stein048s / NSFWSteinDraws (and on Ao3) drew this lovely dramione for my fic Like Diamonds. She is so lovely and her other art is just BEAUTIFUL so please check it out!
“Two sunsets in one day,” said Granger with a sigh. “Rather magical, isn't it?”
And she stood in the red light, rather magical herself, as though touched by fire. And gloaming fell upon the great city of London, and the sky turned to purple, and then, finally, came night. Draco had a glimpse of an enchantress with a cascade of hair tumbling down her back – and then she twisted it up, and she was Granger again.
Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love | Chapter 16: The Seneca | written by @isthisselfcare
art by incredible @quwomg 🖤 special for our translation of this EPIC