Chapter 14: Blood Magic. From The 6th Year Itch on ao3
Amazing art by the incredible ellemisc
After a short crawl at an uncomfortable incline, and Draco grumbling about the ruined state of his trousers, they emerged on a second floor corridor, the main staircase visible and waiting for them at the opposite end.
Hermione dusted off her uniform and started walking when Draco pulled her back into his chest and flattened himself against the nearest wall, her gasp silenced by his palm. With his other hand he drew her attention upwards. She followed his gaze and saw Peeves at the end of the corridor, bobbing against the ceiling, the bells on his hat tinkling sporadically.
“There’s an alcove behind that tapestry, right across from us,” he whispered into her ear. “On my count, we make a run for it.”
Both of their eyes were trained on Peeves’ profile as he bounced something repeatedly against the wall, matching the staccato of their heartbeats.
“One…”
Peeves chased the blob-like object, gliding down the corridor away from where they stood staring with round eyes, bodies frozen of breath.
“Two…”
Peeves’ rotund form continued spinning away from them, giving them his back—
“Three!”
Draco tugged her behind him and she ran, whispering a quick levitation spell to lift the tapestry’s corner upwards, allowing Draco and her to duck into the one-person alcove, undetected.
“The whole castle is awake tonight. So much for your theory,” Draco said, twisting around in the space so they could face each other. And breathe.
“Did we not just crawl through a secret passage?” Her body was jostled into his arms. “How’s that for a deus ex machina?”
“Or whoever used it before us forgot to hide the entrance.”
Hermione pinched him. For his stubbornness.
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Spent the last week exploring my city! I love finding beautiful moments like this
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A papercraft commission of Zelda from Breath of the Wild/Age of Calamity, featured here with the Bow of Light! I had enormous fun cutting out both her swirling hair and the swirling shapes of the bow's decoration - extra-detailed shapes like that take a long time, but the end result is very satisfying. ^_^ And, of course, I'm always excited to make Legend of Zelda art!
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“You look the picture of Narcissus himself.”
Malfoy’s head was in Hermione’s lap, and her fingers were buried in his hair, caressing strands, brushing them off his forehead and lightly massaging his scalp. Like the moon that night in the hospital wing, it seemed like the sun was also enamoured with Malfoy, its kiss softening his edges and bathing him in a glow that could only be likened to a Greek sculpture come to life—the scars on his cheek and neck like pink veins running through alabaster.
“Narcissus?” Malfoy opened one eye, the other unable to withstand the sun’s rays streaming over Hermione’s shoulder and onto his face. “Am I also that vain?”
“Possibly. Don’t you agree?”
“With what?”
“That you’re like Narcissus.” Hermione trailed one finger down the faint scar bisecting his cheek.
“If it will make you happy, sure. Not many qualms about being called the fairest in all the land.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Of course you did.” Malfoy reached out and flicked some of the hair draped over her shoulder. “You compared me to Narcissus. Was he not renowned for his beauty?”
“Are you saying you are as beautiful as Narcissus?”
“Now you’re twisting things. You just told me to agree with your assessment.”
Hermione laughed. “I did, didn’t I.”
Malfoy tugged slightly on the curls he had wrapped around his fingers to bring her closer. Hermione leaned down and kissed him, tasting sugar and strawberries on his tongue when he teased her lips. They were still smiling when they broke apart, her hair a curtain of curls that fell around his face and tickled his chin.
Chapter 8 of The 6th Year Itch: read on ao3.
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I love the dichotomy of historic and modern art! Such an interesting gallery to explore
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