Here are Harry and Draco from Enemies with Benefits by @nsasquith.
This fic made me laugh so much thanks to Harryâs wonderfully self-deprecating, and weirdly self-aware; narration, with lines like: âBut then again, Harryâs a slag, so thatâs that.â
But what really stayed with me wasnât the smut, the humor, or even Dracoâs beautiful redemption arc. It was that wonderfully sweet moment when Harry and Draco go on an actual date and end up kissing on the porch. My heart never recovered...So obviously, thatâs the scene I chose to draw â¤ď¸ And color. Donât forget the color... Something Iâm only starting to use, okay? Iâm aware of my limits here.
And yes, I fully intended to put the name of the fic on the picture, but this thing ended up so ridiculously packed with colors that I couldn't find a place for it. I have no idea how people who actually know what they're doing with color make room for text, so if you've got suggestions, I'm all ears.
Thatâs all Iâm saying, because this fic deserves to be experienced spoiler-free. Go read it on AO3!
haven't posted this one here yet! decided to start making some art for my fics
flat 3 - ch 4, "do not touch my jam"
...[Draco] pulled out his lavender notepad, his Muggle tape, and his Muggle fountain pen (which wrote beautifully and bled just the right amount of contempt into the paper), and began affixing carefully worded corrections to everything Potter did that was offensive (there was a lot).Â
For the cupboards heâd left open:
Close the cupboards when youâre done with them, you savage. - DM.
In the bathroom, Draco affixed them to several things.
On the bathroom mirror:
Toilet paper does not replace itself. Weâre not in Hogwarts anymore. -DM.
Next to his tray of skincare:
My face wash is not for your calloused troll hands. â DM.
On the coffee table:
Coasters are not decorative. Please use them. This is real black walnut. Itâs difficult to spell away rings. - DM.
Another one tucked helpfully in Potterâs left shoe:
Shoes go ON the shoe rack, not in the middle of the hallway, Potter. - DM.
That shouldâve been the end of it.
Instead, Potter responded. In neon sticky notes, with marker or biro, and written in all-caps. It was aggressive, visually-blinding, and stuck over Dracoâs own neater, more visually-appetising notes.
On the cupboard note:
MALFOY â I DONâT KNOW WHAT YOU THINK IâM DOING IN THE KITCHEN BUT IâM NOT CONJURING TORNADOES, IâM MAKING TOAST. â H
Under the toilet paper reminder:
I REPLACED IT YESTERDAY. DO YOU WANT A SONG AND DANCE? DO YOU WANT A TROPHY?? â H
Next to Dracoâs skincare tray:
ITâS NOT IN ENGLISH AND ITâS RIGHT NEXT TO THE TAP. SORRY. - H
Under the coaster lecture:
IâLL PUT A COASTER DOWN WHEN YOU START LEARNING HOW TO EMPTY THE BIN â H
He did not leave a note for the shoes. He simply started putting one shoe on the rack, though he left one still in the middle of the hallway, which Draco found even more baffling than doing nothing at all. (Draco left notes about that, of course. This time he placed one in each shoe.)
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