Conquering Quills

Hey, i’m sorry but i have clearly mentioned the name of the artist and stated the art to be theirs in my post.

The main subject of the post was the drarry oneshot that I wrote, which was inspired by the aforementioned art. I have not reposted the art but have merely included a link to the artist’s webpage where the original art is put up thus clearly indicating that it had nothing to do with me. I have included it there only to share with people the raw talent that said artist possesses. 

I do not mean to offend anyone with my post nor do I mean to gather attention through someone else’s hard work. I hope you understand.

hey noonie, I’m thinking some things are best left in the dark......;-)

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The platform was bustling with students and parents, a great sea of bodies and trolleys and pets and so many other things, all of them creating a comforting warmth in the atmosphere.

 The familiar sounds and sights of this place drew a contented sigh from his lips, as Harry rolled his trolley towards the awaiting Hogwarts express. It was good to be back. As usual, his appearance was met with awed expressions taking a permanent residence in the faces of all the first years milling about.

 A large hand came to rest at his shoulder, “Some things never change, huh mate?”, Ron chucked and Hermione smiled as they looked around to see if they could find any of their friends amidst the raging chaos.

 Harry knew he shouldn’t be worrying but the long separation that the summer break had entailed had birthed a deep sense of longing in him and so he swept his gaze over the mass of people around him, desperate for at least a glimpse of the signature white-blond hair. As the train whistled once, Harry broke out of his reverie to find Hermione beckoning him to board the train and as he drew closer, she softly whispered in his ear, “You know he’s going to be on the train, right? Stop worrying harry, you’ll find him in there”.

 “I do hope so”, he thought silently as they boarded the train and started looking for empty compartments. On finding one, they quickly settled in and as the train began to move, Harry started thinking of a good reason to go out again this soon. Had he not been preoccupied with his thoughts, he would have noticed the small smile that Ron and Hermione shared as they looked at him.

 “Harry, you can go”, Hermione said, smiling fondly at her friend.

 “It’s alright mate, we understand, go get your Slytherin prince”, Ron teased as he noticed the blush gracing his raven-haired friend’s cheek.

 “You guys are the best”, Harry swooped down to hug both his friends at once and practically skipped out of the compartment.

 “He’s gotten it bad, hasn’t he?”, he asked. “He has”, she replied laughing softly.

 As soon as he closed the compartment door and looked up, he had his breath knocked out by two bodies hugging him at the same time. Blaise and Pansy had grown quite close to Harry over the past year and they were really fond of the green-eyed boy who had managed to thaw the ‘ice prince’.

 “Hey blaise, pans, go on inside, ron, and mione are in there.”

 “Sure darling, we all know what’s gotten you this impatient now don’t we? Won’t even speak to us properly”, Pansy said laughing. Harry felt his cheeks warm at her words and was supremely grateful when Blaise came to his rescue and said, “You’re one to talk pans, all of us know how eager you are to see hermione.” Laughing at her red face, he turned to Harry and said, “Go on, he’s right around the corner”. And with that, both of them went into the compartment.

 Harry felt his heartbeat increase the closer he got to the turning, his throat had gone dry and his palms seemed to be sweating out of nowhere. He turned the corner and his vision tunneled, his breath hitched when his eyes focused on the person before him, for there stood Draco Malfoy, tendrils of sunlight dancing in his white blonde hair, his pale skin emanating an ethereal glow while his beautiful mercury eyes mapped the landscape passing by.

 “Draco……”

 His name being called, laced in the softest of sighs, by the voice that had haunted his dreams for years compelled Draco to look at its source.  As clear jade met cool mercury, Draco could do none but surge forward to capture the soft pink lips with his own, for even now, after all this time, Draco would never cease to be amazed by the beauty of one Harry Potter.

 They kissed for what seemed to both of them like an eternity, the sweet pressure of their lips on each other conveying way more than words could ever hope to relay, their longing for each other, enhanced because of the months of separation, evident in the way Draco wrapped his arms possessively around Harry’s waist while Harry buried his hands in the silky silver strands.

 Overcome by the raw emotions at play, Harry hoists himself up and wraps his legs around Draco’s waist, a gesture so common in their interactions, that Draco smoothly tightens his arms and is not fazed in the slightest as he anchor’s the smaller boy’s weight, all the while peppering soft kisses down Harry’s throat.

 After yet another deep kiss that sends shivers down Harry’s spine, they break apart when the need for oxygen becomes too prominent to ignore and rest their foreheads together to just drink in each other’s presence. Harry feels right at home in Draco’s arms with his citrusy scent and his familiar warmth, so much so that he loses himself, and so starts when Draco speaks up for the first time. His eyes gleaming mischievously, he softly whispers into Harry’s ear.

 “So I can assume it’s true when the say that the Gryffindor lions can be quite feisty in bed, huh harry?”

 His breathless laughter rings out as Harry replies, “Well I can’t say about the others but you’ve got the golden lion of Gryffindor draco, rumor is, he can be quite something under the covers, after all he is the best out there”.

 “Well no surprises there, Malfoys do deserve the very best”.

 Harry lets himself down with a smile at that and says, “I’ve missed you so much draco”.

 “There wasn’t a moment that went by without your thought in my mind Harry, and it will be so forever, remember that always”. Draco smiles as Harry ducks his head to hide his blush, mumbling something along the lines of ‘silver tongued arse’.

 “Silver tongued indeed, in more ways than one, love”, Draco replies.

 “That’s it Malfoy, it’s time to lay back on the smooth talk and return to the compartment, I’m sure they’re missing us by now”.