Draco picked up her right hand and pressed his left hand against it. His thumb and index finger both twitched faintly. Hermione’s entire hand spasmed against his.
“Which of us has hands steady enough to build a bomb?”
Hermione pulled her hand away, curling it into a fist so tight she could feel her metacarpal bones under her fingertips. She could feel the blood draining from her head, and she felt as though she might topple off the edge of the bed.
She pressed her other hand firmly against the mattress to steady herself. “Maybe I can—”
“She started across the room towards the corner, trying not to listen to the screaming that wouldn’t stop.
As she went, she glanced towards the portrait. Narcissa’s expression kept flinching, as though she were trying not to cry as she sat stoically in her chair.
Hermione stopped and hesitated for a moment before stepping towards the portrait.
Hermione extended her hand. Her fingers spasmed as she rested them against the canvas. Narcissa looked up at Hermione, and her expression was stiff. Her nose scrunched up, and her lip curled defensively as she drew back in her chair.
Hermione waited.
Then Narcissa’s blue eyes flickered, and her mouth twisted as her jaw trembled. She moved to the edge of her chair and extended her hand until her painted fingers rested on the canvas beneath Hermione’s.
Hermione stood at the portrait until the screaming stopped.” —- Chp 68 Manacled by @senlinyuwrites
The war had eaten him; there was so little of him left. The ghosts in his eyes, the war, it was almost all there was.
The other Death Eaters had retired from the war after the Battle of Hogwarts, but Draco hadn’t had the ability, had never been afforded the luxury. He had continued, because he couldn’t find her, because he’d made a vow to defeat Voldemort.
His best to defeat Voldemort.
His best.
Always his best.
Day after day.
He just wanted an endpoint to look towards.
“Draco… I—”
He took her hand in his, running his thumb over her ring. “I would like to say goodbye to you before you’re leaving.”
Her throat caught as she stared up at him. Her jaw was trembling visibly, and he swam in her eyes when she nodded slowly and buried her face against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and sighed.”
“When Draco was with her, he treated her like it was all a goodbye. He looked at her like he was saying goodbye. He touched her like he was saying goodbye. He’d wrap his arms around her shoulders and rest his head on hers, and she could feel it.” Chp 66 Manacled by Senlinyu
She stared up into his eyes. “I left a note. Did you get my note? I love you.”
He flinched as though struck, and she felt his jaw tremble against her fingers. He started to shake his head, and she stilled him, pulling him closer.
“I love you,” she said more firmly, her voice shaking with intensity. “I love you. I will always love you. Always. Until there’s nothing left of me.”
She rose up on her toes, tilted her chin forward, and kissed him.
He was frozen as her lips touched his.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” She said the words against his mouth. Her fingers slid along the curve of his jaw as her lips kept moving against his.
He still didn’t move. She pressed herself closer to him.
Then he shook. His hand rose up to capture her face, and he pulled her against himself. His fingers tangled in her hair as his palms cradled her cheeks. His mouth was burning. He kissed her and kissed her.
I did this without any plan whatsoever. The ‘I love you’ scene was on my list, but I had no intention of animating it. I figured out the style and look as I worked, not an ideal work flow… Also, I personally think Hermione looks like Emma Watson and that is entirely by chance. Anyways, now I want to put it aside, so here it is.
FYI - this is a blog meant to serve as a creative outlet for me. That means I might redo and then repost stuff, post quick doodles, messy sketches, experiments and so on. It won’t necessarily be polished or finished work :)
