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@fuckyeahdruna
FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE WHO SHIPS DRUNA YASS
hell yeah!
also, followers and fellow druna fans: would anyone be interested in taking over the blog? or being a co-moderator? i have less time for tumblr these days but i know there are definitely still active blogs into druna, so shoot me a message if you’re interested!
⤷ Luna Lovegood x Draco Malfoy (1/2)
The Draught of New Life (ff)(ao3)
Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts’ Potions Professor, requires increasingly rare ingredients for his work. And Luna Lovegood is the only one who can get him everything he needs. Including a fresh start.
malfoy & lovegood
Even though we were never supposed to be together'I can’t be with anyone else, no matter the consequences. ~Nicole Gulla
Draco Malfoy and Luna Lovegood requested by @undercover-queer
Draco Malfoy Luna Lovegood You are summer to my winter heart. -Gemma Troy
Druna + Playlist: Moonlit Whispers
She had found a way to make him love all the things in life he’d always neglected; the feeling of lush grass under bare feet, stars reflecting in eyes as crystalline as lake water, the soft press of lips against his that knew not how to frown.
Listen Here
Hey thanks for being an awesome blog and feeding my unhealthy addiction to this pairing. I appreciate you as a human.
Oh wow, thank you! I literally haven’t reblogged anything in 9 months, which is pathetic and I apologize, but I’m glad someone still appreciates this blog. You just made my day :)
hp rare pairs: luna lovegood x draco malfoy requested by anonymous
Tfw you draw some druna but your scanner doesn’t work 🙄🙄
They’re picking flowers in the rain but luna forgot her wand and is oblivious to Draco’s immense sacrifice (Also the umbrella charm from FBAWTFT is my new favorite thing in the entire universe)
Moodboard: Draco Malfoy + Luna Lovegood
“Kinder und sterne küssen und verlieren sich Greifen leise meine hand und führen mich Die traumgötter brachten mich in eine landschaft Schmetterlinge flatterten durch meine seele”
hp rare pairs: luna x draco or tonks x bill asked by anonymous
“I am the velvet moon, and you are the glistening stars, you dance in my moonlight, while I hide all of your scars.”- Isaak DeMaio
@mcgicveined
LUNA & DRACO
Draco Malfoy x Luna Lovegood
“You are my sunshine, My only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey, You’ll never know dear, How much I love you, Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
silly headshots
felt like drawing luna today;; also draco haha
Would you ever consider Draco/Luna as a viable pairing
so
this is obviously a college au because i’m already weak for uptight straitlacedsenator’s son draco malfoy falling for the weird girl who wears tie-dye croptops to class and leaves out neatly folded paper sacks of water chestnuts forthe local squirrel population and petitions the dean of student affairs toallow her to design her own major.
and maybe draco’s an RA that year because it’s never tooearly to lay a good foundation for your political resume.
and maybe when he calls his first floor meeting duringorientation week, his gaze lingers, somewhat inappropriately, on one of the newfreshmen, a slender girl with waist-length dirty blonde hair and dreamy blueeyes and a medium-sized grandfather clock tattooed on the inside of her rightforearm.
“luna lovegood,” she introduces herself, tilting her head tothe side and peering up at the rotating blades of the shitty industrial ceilingfan. her voice is curious, a gently melodic warble, when she asks, “is it truethat there’s a ghost haunting the dining hall?”
draco barely remembers shaking his head, sneering at her,crossing his arms over his chest and rocking back on his heels and feelingstrangely uncomfortable as the too-stiff collar of his ralph lauren polobrushes the underside of his jaw.
she’s a fucking menace.
he confiscates an easy bake oven and an eighth of weed fromher the day after the fall semester officially starts, and he exits theelevator the following weekend to see her leading an impromptu yoga session in the middle of the hallway, directlyoutside his dorm. she makes her own lemon greek yogurt in the tiny kitchenetteacross from the fire escape, and she writes nonsensical notes to herself incherry-red lipstick on the foggy coed bathroom mirrors, and she drapes glitteringstrands of sunflower-shaped christmas lights over all the furniture in thefloor lounge.
draco quits writing her up.
he just grits his teeth, scowls, and diligently ignores howpervasive the sticky-sweet smell of burning incense is during midterms.
it isn’t until she tapes homegrown sprigs of lavender to thestupid fucking whiteboard on his door, scribbling “sleep better, xx” in curlicue green letters and babyproofing the electricaloutlets next to his keurig—well, it isn’t until then that he finds himself pounding on her door at fuck-o’clock inthe morning, nerves frayed and temper flaring and—
“why are you awake?” she asks him, sounding disapproving, jesus, and he’s abruptlyso fucking furious that it takes hima moment to register her appearance.
to open his mouth. lick his lips. blink, and then blinkagain, and then…stare.
because she’d just showered, obviously. he must’ve missedit. missed her. and she’s studying him from the far side of her room, hairknotted in a bun on top of her head, stray tendrils cascading down the curve ofher upper back, slow-burning drops of water winding between her shoulderblades, her collarbones, hovering on the terry-cloth ridge of her towel and therounded, satin-soft slopes of her breasts.
his throat goes dry.
and when he doesn’t immediately answer—surely she’d askedhim a question—she walks forward, expression uncharacteristically hesitant, andshe doesn’t stop until she’s right in front of him, standing far too close, foreheadlevel with the point of his chin. she has a single blood-brown freckle in oneof her eyes. she isn’t symmetrical. he doesn’t care.
he inhales, exhales, reels at the feather-light scent ofsoap and sun and fresh gardenias, and then she’s lifting her arm, holding herhand up, pressing the pads of her fingers to the seemingly permanent furrowbetween his brows. smoothing the lines out.
“relax,” she breathes, and then smiles, like it’s really that easy.
