I got my first fan art today from @biscuitsforpotter for one of my fics! It's a scene from Chapter 33 of Initially Yours. I love it so much! Thank you! ❤️😘
---------- Draco was exhausted. And wet. They had been playing in the cold, windy, drizzling weather for the past two hours and his clothes were soaked and his hair was matted down. A shiver ran through him as another gust of wind picked up and he hoped that the damned Golden Snitch would emerge soon. He didn’t even care if he caught it or not, he just wanted this blasted game over. It wasn’t for lack of trying though; he kept his eyes peeled the entire game, even as the sun set and the stadium lights illuminated the field. He glanced towards the other end of the pitch to see the Gryffindor Seeker, who happened to be his Captain’s girlfriend, Ginny, and noticed that she was also looking worn and tired. Suddenly, the crowd started to roar. He whipped his head around and saw it—the tiny glint of the Snitch was halfway across the field, and he noticed that Weasley was still searching for it, if her head whipping this way and that was any indication. Leaning forward, his pushed his broom to its limits just as Weasley began to fly towards his goal as well. The Snitch zoomed every which way, going left, then right, up, then down. He and Ginny were nearly neck and neck. Then he heard her. He heard Hermione cheering for him in the stands. He glanced over to the sea of red and gold and right there in the front was his witch, wearing green and standing up and shouting his name, encouraging him to grab the Snitch and finish the game. With a grunt he lunged forward a fraction, and his fingers wrapped around the fluttering ball. He raised his hand in the air and showed it proudly, the crowd cheering wildly. Whether it was because they were happy the game ended and they could all go warm up in their beds, or because of him winning the game, he wasn’t sure. All he cared about was the curly-haired witch beaming at him from the front of the Gryffindor stands, wearing his name across her back. He flew over to where she stood, hovering just a few feet away. “This is for you,” he said, tossing her the winning Snitch. Hermione caught the ball, smiling widely at him. “Come here,” she shouted at him so she could be heard over the roar of the students. Draco inched his broom forward and when he was close enough, she leaned over the railing and kissed him soundly on the lips, eliciting both cheers and groans from the stands. ----------
