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Commissions closed | 28 | London | INFP-T | Ravenclaw | Writer | Artist | Multifandom | You can repost my art (except commissioned pieces) on sites other than Tumblr WITH CREDIT | DO NOT use my art for edits, memes, videos, or backgrounds for textposts | My Instagram is @runningquill_art

Happy New Year!!! Here is my very belated present for you; a little family portrait that’s becoming an annual holiday tradition. Lyra and Orion always bully their father into doing Smaug’s voice when Hermione is reading these passages, and Draco always grumbles about it (also in Smaug’s voice, to their delight) but he secretly loves it ;)

This took ages to make, as life kept happening, but I hope you like it all the same even if Christmas is over… For 2025, I wish you health, safety, love, and happiness. May your ships always end up together and may you have 16463829135 tabs open with your favourite fanfics. This is going to be an amazing year for the fandom, with so many of our writers getting published! Thank you to every writer, artist, and bookbinder for giving everyone so much joy; may the muses always whisper in your ear! And thank you to every single member of the fandom for keeping it alive and supporting us!

The end of my DMATMOOBIL journey.

756 hours average of work ⏳

148 memes 🤡

42 artworks 🎨

2 years of obsession 🗓️

1 story 💛

Thank you for sticking with me throughout this insane project!

“Granger, who had been idly touching the hummingbird hyacinths, turned to him with a grimace of guilt. “I feel terrible about it.”

“You? Why? You saved me.”

“Yes, but if I hadn’t bodged your first attempt to catch Talfryn, none of this would have happened.”

“True,” conceded Draco. Then he added, “I should like an apology from your otter.”

Granger’s look was mingled uncertainty and amusement. Draco held her gaze with a raised eyebrow.

Granger sighed, then took out her wand and cast Expecto Patronum.

Her otter floated to Draco and looked as contrite as an otter could.

“I’m sorry,” said the otter.

“You’re forgiven,” said Draco with great benevolence.

The otter rolled its eyes, if you please, and then disappeared.

“The absolute cheek of that creature,” said Draco.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 20: Draco Malfoy the Errand Boy, Life and Times of, by @isthisselfcare

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DMATMOOBIL art 40/40 + Bonus scene

“The sun was setting. The stars glittered their lovely awakening.

As they had been in this very garden so many months ago, they were, once again, only a man and a woman amongst green boughs and a rustling breeze.

Only, this time, the violent polarities that had kept them apart drew them together. After all, fire loves her darkness. After all, the sinner loves his angel. Autumn, laughing, dances her leaves into the high skies of her winter. The moon spins in gyre after gyre, chasing his beloved sun.

Only, this time, the terrible incompatibilities had grown irrelevant – fallen away – mattered for naught. They were two souls who had come near enough to to feel the other’s glow, but now, at last, they met, touched, tangled.

He slipped the ring onto her finger. He had removed all of the thresholds. She would feel everything. The rings connected. He felt the surge of her heart and she, with a gasp, felt his.

He held her to him, lifted her, and spun her, laughing, amongst swirling nebulae of snowflakes catching the sun.

She was his and he was utterly hers.

In snow-felted twilight, under spilling skies and starshine and a sun standing still, they kissed, they promised, they loved. What cared they about universes colliding? Let them collide. Let their joined heartbeats cleave constellations and startle the eternal stars.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 36: Journeys End in Lovers Meeting, by @isthisselfcare

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DMATMOOBIL art 40/40

“So, no evidence of concealment, no written findings, computers, clouds…” Draco looked at Granger. “If I’m a baddie who needs information, what do I do next?”

Granger looked at him inquiringly. “What do you do?”

“I go after you,” said Draco.

He raised his wand and, a split second later, his spell hit her in the chest.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 1: An Unsporting Attack, by @isthisselfcare

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DMATMOOBIL art 39/40

current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.

someone brought a cake analysis robot to feed the cake into to determine the exact ingredients and supposedly it can spit out the exact same cake. and if you're like dude. what. then they're like well if it bothers you you should have made more cake. i'm hungry and i deserve cake. and you're like dude we're at a party.

“He wanted to linger. It was sweet to linger. To stand under fading wisteria, watching their mingling shadows, and bicker about unimportant things. There was something terribly precious about it. Perhaps because it was unnecessary. It was for the pleasure of it. It was Just Because.

He watched her for a shift, for a sign of impatience, but there was none. Only a hip against the door jamb, an arm held loosely at her waist. She was talking about his mother now, asking him to tell her that she adored the flowers. He said something in return, something that she could respond to, to continue to stretch out the moment.

She laughed at something. Their eyes met. Draco felt woolly-headed and vague. It was the anaesthesia again, the feel of the world in flux, a slow spinning. Granger was idly plucking a few strands of wisteria. He asked if that was the extent of her flower arranging. She said yes, was he impressed? And passed him the droopy bouquet.

He said it was the loveliest thing he had ever seen. He reached to take it. He drew his fingertips against hers.

In his veins, not blood, but lightness.

His touch lingered probably too long. He wondered what to call this thing, this stealing of glances and touches and moments. The headlong giddiness impelled by the most platonic of hugs. The wanting to be near. He wasn’t foolish enough to call it love, and it was too delicate for lust, but it wasn’t nothing, either. It was Something.

Yes. Unless he was very much mistaken, there was Something, between himself and Granger.

And wouldn’t that just be an exquisite catastrophe.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 20: Draco Malfoy the Errand Boy, Life and Times of, by @isthisselfcare

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DMATMOOBIL art 38/40

“He ran his thumb over her ring. “You must tell me when you’ve recovered your capacity for – complications.”

She looked up at him with lips parted and eyes the colour of curiosity.

He felt her returning touch against his knuckles.

“After today, I – I may have a spot of wiggle room.”

“What if we were – just a bit stupid, then?”

“...Let’s be a bit stupid.”

She slipped her fingers under his braces, where they lay against his shoulders, and pulled him towards her.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 32: A Paedagogical Exchange, by @isthisselfcare

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DMATMOOBIL art 37/40

“They came to the end of the rose garden, where the hedges grew thickest and stupidities might be said most freely. Where terrible incompatibilities stopped meaning so much, because, here amongst green boughs and the rustling breeze, they were just a man and a woman, meandering through a garden, being idiots about roses.

They found a seat on a stone bench near a fountain adorned with chubby Cupids. Granger curled her legs under herself. The rose in her hair was askew, so Draco reached over to fix it, expecting to do so suavely but finding instead that he was transfixed by a feeling of exquisite nervousness, the likes of which he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager. Granger breathed out a thank you. Her cheeks were pink.

They talked of things trivial and not, of roses and cupboards and scars and war and artichokes and fish pie. They looked up at the smouldering stars, and the nightbirds warbled their unearthly cadences, and roses dropped their petals in beautiful melancholy. An hour drifted by, and then two, and then three – though it felt like they’d only just sat down beside each other on this damp bench amongst the roses to witter away the evening.

The memory of that night would remain with Draco for a long time afterwards, moon-kissed and sweet. The light in her eyes, the taste of wine, the glitter of starshine in the fountain, the slow seduction of the roses.

Il faut se laisser ensorceler.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 17: The Dinner/Draco Malfoy Almost Causes The Next Murder Sensation, by @isthisselfcare

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DMATMOOBIL art 36/40

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