#thesevenyearwitch

[thelastlynx]

Photographer: Hermione Granger Location: 12 Grimmauld Place, London

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On the last day of the holidays, the letter with his prefect’s badge finally arrived. Even though they had known all along, his parents seemed to burst with pride. Dinner that evening featured all Draco’s favourites, and afterwards, his father took him into the Cigar Room where he had his first (official) taste of Ogden’s finest.

‘Excellent. Your grandfather would be proud of you,’ his father said, nodding, and Draco’s cheeks heated. ‘You’re well on your way to becoming Head Boy.’

The sip Draco had taken burned down his throat, making his stomach twist. ‘Not if Dumbledore has his way. Potter’s pretty much a given at this point.’ He scowled, thinking how Potter and Granger both had probably long been logged in as the headmaster’s picks. He let the drink roll around in his mouth just like his father had taught him. It still tasted bitter.

His father looked straight into his face; his eyes glinted. ‘I wouldn’t worry too much about the Potter boy. I don’t think he’ll be a problem for long.’ He smiled knowingly, and a tiny shiver tingled down Draco’s spine.

‘Well,’ he muttered, ‘let’s hope so.’

‘Hope, my dear boy, is for fools.’ His father swirled his drink. ‘Power is what’s important. Influence. Knowledge.’

‘Yes, father,’ Draco said, thinking that knowledge was a field where he also came up lacking compared to— 

‘For that reason, it’s paramount that you behave respectfully towards your new Dark Arts professor. If you follow her lead, your position at the school won’t be in question.’

‘Of course, father,’ Draco said. 

‘Good.’ His father leaned back into the armchair, the old leather gnashing. ‘As a matter of fact, the occasion warrants a reward. What do you think about having your likeness taken this Christmas?’

‘My portrait—’ Draco sat up straight.

‘But I’m not yet seventeen!’

‘One can never have too many portraits,’ his father said, lips twitching.

Draco looked over to the space above the carved fireplace where the Malfoy family tree hung. It was a palm tree that, instead of fruit, had oval portraits hanging on every branch.

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[thelastlynx]

@be_yutiful aka @darkangelofsorrow made this utterly stunning manip for #TheSevenYearWitch! Isn’t it gorgeous?

Many thanks to the #dramionefanfiction writers group over on fb for hosting their WIPtemper, as well as the Dark Arts Society for the collab!

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[thelastlynx]

1996 Photographer: Hermione Granger Location: Diagon Alley, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes ~~~ In the following weeks, Draco’s days were filled with Occlumency lessons with aunt Bella, and reading, reading, reading. He reached a break-through in early-August when he stumbled across a mention of twin cabinets in a tome about magical transportation. Remembering what Montague had told them at the end-of-year feast, Draco immediately realised the magnitude of his discovery. But he needed to make sure. He sprinted into his room to change into his travel cloak and fetch his wand. He was back at the floo in no time — unfortunately, his mother was waiting for him.  ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ ‘Urgent business.’ His mother didn’t move. ‘All right. Where do we need to go?’ ‘We—’ Draco choked ‘—I am going. Without you.’  ‘That is out of the question.’ ‘It’s just Diagon Alley. Mother—’ ‘No!’ His mother pursed her lips, her right hand twitching. Her fingers were tightly wrapped around her wand. ‘How many times do I have to tell you. You can’t go out on your own. It’s much too dangerous.’ Draco scoffed. ‘As if I was afraid of the Ministry.’  ‘And yet you ought to be,’ his mother retorted coldly. ‘It’s foolish to underestimate them. They are just waiting for us to make a mistake.’  Draco shook his head in disbelief. ‘I’m just going out for a stroll. They’ll hardly notice me.’ ‘Hardly notice you?’ his mother stared at him in disbelief. ‘You’re a Malfoy. Of course they will notice you!’ #dramione #harrypotterfanfic #DracoMalfoy #NarcissaMalfoy #TheSevenYearWitch #snippet https://www.instagram.com/p/CJ6j0LDgezM/?igshid=1rs6gq1q4w3v3