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The Transfiguration

I LOVE DRAWING CAT DRACO

This is part of a continuous story, you can read the first part here. Based off this prompt list by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean

I'll catch up soon, but in the mean time:

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XXIII. Transparent

The pictures flashed on the screen, a unique sort of magic. Yet Draco’s disdain was transparent on his face.

“I thought you didn’t hate muggles anymore,” Harry said bemusedly.

“I don’t,” Draco spoke, sneer stuck on his face, “It doesn’t really go with the decor.”

It didn’t. The olde black house was not meant to hold anything so modern. So simple. So muggle.

“We should make it the statement piece.”

XXIV. Heated

Draco got home to find a piece of paper on the kitchen counter:

Busy with work I left food in the ice-box xo, HP

He took the left-over lasagna from lunch and placed it in the newest muggle addition to their home: the microwave.

He sat at the table alone with his reheated food still cold in the middle and tasting like an attenuated version of what it would taste like with Harry.

XXV. Brume

He braved the streets of Diagon Alley on a foggy morning, when he could blend in with the crowd.

He walked the cobbled streets, with the expectation of his most grim experiences coming to life, but the people simply walked by without a second glance.

Among the brume on the roads, he spotted him immediately. Horrible hair an immediate give away. Green eyes that could shine through the cloudiest skies, already trained on him—a picked up face in the crowd.

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Draco Malfoy is a Girl Dad. You're telling me this man wouldn't wear a feather boa and sit in a comically small chair drinking tea (water) from a tiny china cup??? Unacceptable. That man's entire existence revolves around his daughter's convoluted stuffed animal heirarchy.

She is so gorgeous

CHAPPELL ROAN performing at the 67th annual Grammys

BACK IN THE FREAKING BUILDING I FINALLY GOT TIME TO DRAW

many thanks to @smugrobotics and @mourningliliesmorningglories for tagging me! 🥰

3 ships I like: drarry, scorbus, sebinis

First ship: Saren/Nihlus from Mass Effect 💔

Last song heard: The Nightingale from The Witcher 3 soundtrack

Fave childhood book: Winnetou 🥹

Currently reading: HP & the OotP, Difficult Loves by Calvino, 77 Dream Songs by Berryman, and The Rise and Fall of DODO by Stephenson

Currently watching: Fellow Travelers (for those who saw this same answer three months ago: yes, still. i am very slow)

Currently consuming: chamomile tea with milk, the ultimate evening drink 👌✨

Currently craving: 30 hour days, please?

Pets: a teenaged tuxedo cat aptly named Silly

who's up for playing? @slightweasel @holygnocchi @chocolando @izroan-ff @lizziedrip

I’ll post some of this art separately later, but for now, here is the full set for the Twenty-Two Cards Anthology by peu_a_peu, bound by @phoenixortheflame

XX. Reverie

This is part of a continuous story, you can read the first part here. Based off this prompt list by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean

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Walking among muggles stopped feeling alien around Draco’s third visit to muggle London. It became outright dull by his tenth, and was only ever interesting when Harry came along. Not because the crowds shifted toward Harry Potter like in the wizarding world, but because spending time with Harry had simply turned enjoyable.

They started to make grocery runs with each other, brainstorming what they (Harry) would make for mealtimes. 

Draco felt himself decay with the candied reveries of mundane domestic life turned into reality.

Harry side-eyed him as he added another bag of bonbons to their cart. So what if he had a sweet tooth?

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