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BITCH I WAS WATTPAD.

Finally! They got to learn each other’s names. Chapter 27’s visuals.

Illustration for Chapter 26 of my DMC Fanfic set in the Regency era. Eva is helping Rain prep herself for tomorrow's ball. If you would like to have a read, please check the link below! Please leave comments or kudos or bookmarks! It really helps me figure out if people actually like the fic!

Illustrations for Chapter 21 of my Before the World Named Us - Volume I: The Quiet Quill, fanfic. If you ever want to read it, please click on the link. Please don't forget to leave a comment and a kudos! I would really love to hear what people think! The title of the actual chapter is: The Same Word... however, I plan on putting two illustrations in the same fic. So, the texts are more for references of where they are.

I also have my Canon (Game Timeline) fanfic called: Blood and Halo. I've uploaded illustrations for that fanfic too.

Ginville:

Neville read the line over and over again, willing the words to change. There, right there, in small script on the front page of the daily prophet, it read: “We’ve noticed that Mr. Longbottom is at every single game.” “No, no. It’s nothing like that. He’s just a loyal friend.”

Billmione:

Bill knew it would wreak havoc, the public finding out about his relationship with Hermione. He knew it would be all over the tabloids, all over the press, Rita Skeeter especially blabbering about his lack of loyalty to Ronald. But none of that mattered. Not when Hermione smiled at him.

Harmony:

“What?” Hermione exclaimed, glaring at Harry. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Come on, ‘Mione. We have Crooks already and you know that dogs are more loyal than cats.”

Hermione looked as though someone had stupefied her

“Actually,” she stressed. “A recent study revealed that cats are just as loyal, if not more…”

Drinny:

Draco had been loyal to one cause and one cause only for the entirety of his life. But there was something about the redheaded girl that made him want to change his allegiance. He didn’t know what it was. He figured it was a curse Potter had cast on him.

Ronsy:

Ginville:

“What do you mean sleep in different rooms?!”  

“My house, my rules, dear. I won’t have you engaging in any reckless activity under my roof.”

“Neville and I live together, mum! We engage in reckless activity constantly!”

“GINEVRA!” Molly scolded. 

Neville tried to control the flush traveling to his cheeks.

Billmione:

The night of the full moon, Bill chased after Hermione, like a predator after prey, following the sound of her laughter. When he finally caught her, he pressed her against him and stripped away her clothes, leaving her bare.

“Fuck,” he rasped, trying to maintain control of his animalist urges.

Ronsy:

“Can you believe it?” Ron exclaimed. “I mean, it’s bloody ridiculous! Just another way to control the team!”

Pansy nodded along, flipping through her magazine, as Ron vented about the Cannons. 

“Since Seamus left, all they’ve done is …”

She couldn’t lie. She understood not a single thing about Quidditch.

Drinny: Draco watched as Ginny lost control of her broom, plummeting to the ground. He reacted before he could even fully think, clumsily running out of his seat and down to the field, toward her, ignoring the guards that tried to stop him. He didn’t care. All that mattered was her.

Harmony:

Hermione knew that if she didn’t take complete control of the situation, they’d end up in a cave somewhere. But Harry was adamant they were going the right way, a map clenched in his hand.

Drinny: Draco knew the night could end in chaos or be the best night he’d ever had. His bets were on the former. Still, that didn’t quell his desire to sabotage whoever Ginny was on a date with tonight. Decidedly, he purchased a bouquet of flowers and got on the subway.

Harmony: The flat was a clutter of chaos. There were toys thrown everywhere – cars, dolls, blocks. There was even paint on the floor, all over the walls. Harry was sure if he looked carefully, he’d find more things to clean later. “You sure you want another one?” Hermione asked behind him.

Ronsy: Pansy Parkinson was Neat. Neat with a capital N. She was used to cleanliness, to tidiness, to everything but her present living situation. She loved Ron, she really, really did. But if she had known that living with him meant living in absolute chaos, she would have reconsidered her options.

Billmione: Bill knew revealing the nature of his relationship with Hermione at Sunday Dinner would only result in chaos. But he did it nonetheless. At first, nobody spoke and then, almost in a clamor, everyone erupted into chatter, demanding someone else pay up. Arthur, it appeared, was the only one surprised.

Billmione: Bill tried not to stare at Hermione and Ron, trying to force aside his flood of emotions. He couldn’t help his thoughts though. They looked tacky, wrong for each other. He wasn’t saying he would look better next to Hermione. Certainly not. But perhaps, they would have been better matched.

Ronsy: Ron was confident it was the correct restaurant. There was a big, outdoor space, pretty pink flowers surrounding them, and soft jazz music playing. It matched her description perfectly. Now all he needed to do was book a reservation and hope that Pansy would go on a date with him.

Drinny: Blaise hid a smile, trying not to laugh. There was nothing he loved more than instigating Draco and Weasley, watching them get into a heated argument, their hands practically at each other’s throats. Idiots. He knew Ginny was perfect for Draco. She was the only person who matched his energy.

Harmony: The room looked great. The walls were painted a soft hue, the crib fit perfectly into the corner, and the curtains matched, letting in just the right amount of light. It was cozy and homely, everything they’d wanted. “It’s perfect,” Harry said, settling his hands gently around Hermione’s growing belly.