Catmint And Thyme

Draco’s birthday, with the two bbs from dear diary 🥹🥰

He is a prince among mer-folk, forced to serve the darkness even though there is something in him that yearns for the light.

The golden chain drags at his neck, urging him toward the forbidden. When he came of age, the flowing script appeared on his body—the mark of his mate.

“Not all who wander are lost”

(Her initials are on his neck. Quote from Tolkien, and the script is elvish)

Also, in case anyone wants to know more, Hermione is a marine biologist,. She’s restless, always travelling, always searching for this part of herself that feels like it’s missing. Bring a human she doesn’t have the necklace or the tattoos; she doesn’t know she has a mate.

Part 7 - he finds her

Death eater Draco / healer hermione

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Part 6 - death eater Draco / healer hermione comic

Part 5 - death eater Draco / healer hermione

Draco crouched in the tall grass while the light of anti apparition wards spiralled across the night sky.

Ahead, Yaxley shot a purple incendio into the trees. “Kill them and burn the safe house. The Dark Lord wants a message sent.”

He stays as long as he can, but eventually he has to go🥺

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Blood / war au / mini dramione comic

Part 1:

I had to draw Draco in glasses from this chapter, he is negotiating with Harry after defecting to the Order.

Child of war - chapter three

By catmint and thyme

“And what happens in the event the safe house is attacked?” Malfoy demanded. “Am I expected to defend myself and my—“ His jaw tensed. “My comrades. With a fucking Lumos?”

Harry tapped a line on the contract. “Basic heating spells are part of the standard probation protocol.”

“So I can throw a pot of boiling water at a fucking death eater?” Malfoy snapped. “Give me a Protego at the very least.”

Harry sighed and looked at Sirius, who shrugged. “He has a point.”

“Fine.” Harry scribbled on the parchment. “Protego. Happy, Malfoy?”

Malfoy pulled the parchment across the table and shot Harry a scathing look over the thin frame of his glasses. “We can come back to this. But I’d like to move on to section B: monitoring of basic vital functions. This one needs to be a two way charm.”

“Excuse me?” Hermione spoke up for the first time. “That is not happening.”

Malfoy swivelled in his chair, studying her over his glasses where she was lying on the small russet sofa.

“You’re rubbing your forehead,” he said.

“I have a headache,” she snapped. “From your incessant arguing.”

Malfoy turned back to Harry and Sirius. “I contend that given Hermione’s condition and her propensity for overworking herself, it would be prudent for someone in close proximity to be aware of her vitals.”

“Absolutely not! What unbelievable sexist, controlling rubbish! It is my body and I refuse—“

“He does have a point,” Sirius murmured.

Hermione gasped. “NO.”

Sirius chuckled, dropping in tea bags and adding a spoon of sugar to Hermione’s cup. “Hermione, I hate to burst that adorable little delusion bubble you have going on, but my dear cousin is both a Black and a Malfoy—and you’re having his child. There is no scenario where he’s not possessive as fuck.”

New chapter of Phallic Flora and other Phenomena up on ao3

- Image based txt fic + narrative

- come for the banter and fluff, stay for the drama and angst as this chaos unfolds.

- ensemble cast of dramione/nottpott/panville

- Sexting, flirting, banter, plus a hurt/comfort emotional roller coaster.