ProblematicShips

Header art by @gildedshivers for the amazing fic Breath Mints / Battle Scars by @onyx-and-elm. Avi by @nadiapolyakova

[nadiapolyakova]

Run, Granger. I'll give you a head start.

Late night in the shadows When the daylight comes, remember You can't hide, you can′t run.

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[inverted-typo]

Not me never getting over this fic

[runningquill-art]

“November faded into December. There were good moments with the bad. Granger’s fire, far from being quenched by Greyback, flared even more impressively.

In a moment of triumph at the lab that Draco felt honoured to witness, she completed the synthesis of the first batch of doses of the cure for lycanthropy. The laboratory was rocked by shrieks, jumps, and applause, as the entirety of Granger’s team heaped themselves upon her. Then they all sat or laid down on the floor, and someone opened champagne, and they passed the bottle around because they were too exhausted to conjure glasses. Granger attempted to make a speech, but her voice failed, and she put her face in her hands, and was wracked with silent sobs. This began a chain reaction of crying throughout her team, which only ceased when three or four more bottles of champagne had been consumed.

Many hours later, Draco found himself standing in a silent laboratory at midnight, with everyone asleep on the floor at his feet.

He carried Granger home through the Floo.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 31: The (J)anus (T)hickey Ward, by @isthisselfcare

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DMATMOOBIL art 16/?

[runningquill-art]

“It was Samhain night. The dead were living and the living went, again and again, to their little deaths.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 30: Samhain, by @isthisselfcare

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They are quashing, your Honour 🫡🫡🫡

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DMATMOOBIL art 15/?

[ivmaruva]

Azkaban Draco Malfoy because of reasons… and science. Yeah. Okay

[notyorqia]

‘The Mummy’ inspired piece

[nadiapolyakova]

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. 

[ivmaruva]

Day 87

Time-traveling Dramione. ✨⌛️

[ectoheart]

Dinner date interrupted by the Daily Prophet reporters 📸

[runningquill-art]

“The Floo hearth was just across the foyer, crackling cheerfully at them as they exited the lift. Granger’s stride lengthened. “We can finally put this surreal day behind us–” Then she stopped, and grasped Draco’s arm in her pinchy grasp, and whipped him towards her. “What–” “Shush,” said Granger, flattening herself against the wall and manoeuvering Draco to stand in front of her. “Stand there.” “What are we–” “Be big. Why are you always large and in the way, except when I need you to be?” asked Granger in a peevish whisper. “Shield me.” “From who?” asked Draco, dearly wishing to turn around and assess the Secret Assassin, and perhaps murder him in cold blood. “Cormac.” “McLaggen?” “How many other bloody Cormacs do you know?” asked Granger. She raised her hands to Draco’s robes and pulled up his collar, as though the flaps would afford her more privacy. “What’s he done?” “Oh, he’s only been infatuated with me for years. Tenacious kind of man. Sticky. Viscous, really. Stay there, his group is about to go into the dining rooms. No – wait – they’re still talking. I’m going to cast a Notice-Me-Not. Oh no – Derrick’s just spotted you, I think. It’s your stupid hair. Like a beacon across the bloody Pennines. No. They’re coming this way. I was never here. Goodbye.”” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 16: The Seneca, by isthisselfcare  

DMATMOOBIL art 4/?

[IG @runningquill_art]

[runningquill-art]

“They streaked across the desert, meteoric. Draco wished for a shooting star, so that they might race it. Since Granger was doing so well, he gave the broom her head, and she spiritedly jetted forth even faster, and now the dunes were a silver radiance below, and the stars were a dazzling whirl. He held Granger tightly, partially to keep her safe, partially because he wanted to, because the feel of it was enjoyable – the holding of this slightly mad, brilliant witch, who passed her weekends skylarking about crypts, and who provoked him at every turn. She was warm between his arms, and she smelled like travel dust and adventure and exhilaration. The whole thing was mad – the holding of Granger as though he wanted to, the flying over these unsettled wilds, the having no actual clue where on Earth they were, the illegal and unfinished Portus, the talking skull, the whole of it. Absolutely mental. He had loved every minute.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 15: Noli Me Tangere, by isthisselfcare

[IG @runningquill_art]

[ectoheart]

Soothing Scorp with magic lights while they side-eye together is power couple parenting

[lainie2230]

This turned up in my feed at 9.15am on a Saturday and I became irrationally furious that this site apparently believes no one outside of the United States uses it. So no Tumblr I will not log off and go to sleep BECAUSE IT IS DAYTIME HERE!!!!! 

[nadiapolyakova]

We all are searching for someone whose broken pieces match our own. Draco finds his in an unexpected place. Commission for history Like Real People Do by HawthorneAndVine13.  Link https://archiveofourown.org/works/44975719?view_adult=true

[jaxxartbox]

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

Here; have some morning stubble and fluff 💛

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[ivmaruva]

Day 50

An intimate kiss