Kinda sad and felt so gloomy after what I’d been through for almost one year in a dreamy place called Edinburgh. Never ever thought in my life that I’d lived in a beautiful country to do my master’s and be part of it! Being an utterly independent student who lived far away from home, started to be a professional cook even though most of them nearly made failed, being so anxious and mainly overthinking all of the time at midnight, struggled with a new circle of life and faced with super hard homework stuff. But I never regret every single part of it, and so glad to have had one of the most unforgettable experiences in my life.
Hermione sneaks around the corner, camera in hand and a mischievous smile on her lips. Today was Draco’s birthday and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t capture it.
With a knowing smirk he chuckles, “I know you’re there, ‘Mione,” and without taking his eyes off the Daily Prophet he throws a wad of paper towards her, barely missing her.
With a loud sigh she stumbles into the den, hand on her rounded belly, “Honey, we’ll need pictures to show our babies when they’re older,” she muses, batting her eyelashes. “They’ll want to know what their daddy looked like in his prime,” she says teasingly and lifts a hand to stroke his cheek.
Draco lets the newspaper drop and he raises out of his seat, pulling Hermione into his arms with a proud smile, “You really know how to play me don’t you?”
“Wouldn’t be a true wife if I didnt! Now stand there and Honey, I need you to smile!” Hermione squeals, pointing the camera at a grimacing Draco.
“Darling, Malfoy’s don’t smile.”
“You do for me?” She questions, dropping the camera slightly.
“Yes, I guess you’re right. Hurry and take a couple,” he orders with pursed lips.
He didn’t have to fake the smile as he sees Hermione fumble with the camera. The way her lips parted as she focused, his t-shirt barely covering her very pregnant belly and the happiness obvious in her eyes was all he needed to offer her a genuine smile, even if it was for just one picture.
Head Boy and Head Girl shenanigans with dramione. I have so many headcanons that I really want to write out as a fic but I suck at writing so I suppose I’ll stick to art ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger as Head Boy and Head Girl. I have so many headcanons over this au
Notes: Ugh, I love @elithien’s art. This is just a quick write-up with no plot whatsoever, s o r r y. Just a peek into how they might work together.
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Hermione sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, surveying the chaos erupting down the hall. Some spell casted erroneously, she had overheard some students say as they passed them by.
There was a comforting squeeze at her waist, and she looked up. Draco’s gaze was fixed ahead of them, eyes narrowing.
Frankly, patrols had been exhausting, and they had been looking forward to tucking in for the evening.
“You or me?” he prompted without looking at her. Draco often reminded her of Crookshanks, the way he tracked misbehaving students with contempt and annoyance.
Hermione casually gestured towards the fray. “All yours.”
“Fifty points if I see Potter or Weasley.”
She hummed, thoughtfully. “Someone said Crabbe started it, actually.”
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath. He then angled himself toward her to press a kiss against the side of her head.
“See you in a few,” he said and stormed off into the crowd with righteous anger, bright sparks sizzling at the end of his wand. “Crabbe, you tosser! Seventy-five points from Slytherin, and don’t think I can’t see you trying to run away.”
Hermione smiled and turned around to head up to the dormitories to prepare for his return.
i’ve been so blessed by all of @ghostspines lil drabbles they write for my art.
𝓐 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰: 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 [part 1] You cannot possess me for I belong to myself
But while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give
You cannon command me, for I am a free person
But I shall serve you in those ways you require
and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand
I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night and
the eyes into which I smile in the morning
I pledge to you the first bite of my meat and the first drink from my cup
I pledge to you my living and my dying, each equally in your care
I shall be a shield for your back and you for mine
I shall not slander you, nor you me
I shall honour you above all others, and when we quarrel we shall do so in
private and tell no strangers our grievances
This is my wedding vow to you This is the marriage of equals. -Celtic Wedding Vows
![elithien:
“𝓐 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰: 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰
[part 1]
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But while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give
You cannon command me, for I am a free person
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