circerian

[circerian]

Sloppy kiss ❤️‍🔥

Support me on Instagram 😊❣️

[circerian]

Hermione Granger, The Golden Girl, in red fashion ❣️

— Leather outfit inspired by Daenerys from GOT

[circerian]

THE FALLOUT by everythursday 🌌❤️‍🔥

Draco and Hermione in one of their missions together. I can’t not imagine how protective these two were over each other 🥺

More art here.

[circerian]

But I crumble completely when you cry

It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye

I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise

Take my hands off of your eyes too soon

— 505 by thatblondebivht on AO3 💔

[circerian]

"The runes bound Malfoy to be unhesitating, cunning, unfailing, ruthless, and unyielding; driven to succeed."

— MANACLED by @senlinyuwrites ❤️‍🔥

Recently created an art breeder to create my very own Draco, and this is the result! I took inspiration from @imperiness to put this portrait together lighting and shading wise and Manacled Draco physical description❣️

CLOSEUP + support me on ig: circerian 💚

[circerian]

Dramione 💞

Follow me on Instagram ❣️

[circerian]

Hermione’s hands find themselves on Draco’s chest as soon as the last guest is out the door. Draco’s find the back of her thighs and carries her to the green couch behind them.

After kisses, caresses and murmured promises and praises are shared— as well as a three hour nap— Hermione finds Draco picking up champagne bottles.

She sneaks up behind, wand in hand, and says, “There’s no need for you to do that. Here, let me—“

The shake of his head stops her from muttering a cleansing spell. “It’s nothing, Granger.”

She rolls her eyes and fails at snatching the emerald bottle from his grasp. “I’m the host, Draco. You’ll leave in an hour anyway. I’ll do the cleaning.” She says softly. A rosy blush creeps on her cheeks.

She watched as he picks another bottle, simultaneously ignoring her.

It’s a weird sight.

Usually, her friends flee her home before she can even ask for help cleaning.

But Malfoy is here.

Cleaning her living room.

Willingly.

With a remaining bottle in hand, he turns to her. Eyes her still raised wand, and then his gaze settles on her.

He wears a smile on his lips. Not the one he used to tease her. It’s soft and warm and one she knows he only shares with her. “I’ll clean up bottles with you on New Year’s Day and any other day, Granger.”

— Inspired by Taylor Swift’s song New Year’s Day. (Not based on a fanfic. I wrote this for the art)

🌱Support me on Instagram: circerian

[circerian]

“But,” he said after a minute, “at this point, I suppose I deserve to burn. I wonder, if you’ll burn too.”

Manacled by @senlinyu @senlinyuwrites

Support me on Instagram: circerian

[circerian]

Durmstrang Draco from @senlinyu 's Let The Dark In 🔥

— support me on Instagram: circerian !

[circerian]

Dramione enjoying themselves 🌱

support me on ig: circerian

[circerian]

Dramione in Potions class.

[circerian]

Dramione 🌃🌠

[circerian]

Slytherin gang 🐍 by me!

[circerian]

Baji walking in the streets of Tokyo 🌇 by me.

[circerian]

Draco wearing his Quidditch jumper 🐍 Art by me.

[circerian]

Breath Mints/ Battle Scars by @onyx-and-elm chapter 19

Follow me on Instagram !

She does it before she can be stopped. Takes Malfoy’s arm out of Madam Pomfrey’s grip and hovers the tip of her wand an inch or so above the wound.

“Imperio,” she breathes.

There’s a collective gasp.

“Miss Granger!”

But she doesn’t take her eyes off the wound — feels Malfoy’s gaze on her.

“Heal,” she demands.

For a moment, there's nothing but an agonizing silence. Madam Pomfrey starts to bat her away, pulling at her arms.

But as she stumbles back, she watches. And another mass gasp rings out as the gouges in Malfoy’s arm begin to reluctantly sew themselves back together.

Within thirty seconds, the lines of the Dark Mark are intact again and its evil shape stares back at them beneath a sheen of drying blood. Stares with all its permanency.

Malfoy’s expression is a mask. Hermione is numb.

And not a moment later, Aurors are charging through the entryway of the Hospital Wing.

[circerian]

„Have you seen my… nevermind.“

In which they’d like to hold on to each other’s clothes.

Digital drawing - do not repost or use without permission.