
But daddy, I love him! Death Eater Draco because I can’t resist a man in a hood 😍
Tried a new-ish technique for this one and I seem to have reverted back to grayscale 😅

Tried a new-ish technique for this one and I seem to have reverted back to grayscale 😅
"You’re here to tempt me, aren’t you, Usurper?”
Just finished Suck Upon by GingerBaggins on AO3 and I didn’t want it to end 😭😭😭 if you’re a vampire lover like me, it’s a must read! I’ll be drawing these freaky vamps for days to come🩸
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64945546/chapters/166949923
https://archiveofourown.org/works/75230931/chapters/196621826
Summary:
Three years after the war ended, Hermione Granger is found wandering the streets of Knockturn, wandless, alone, and freshly obliviated. Fortunately, a recognizable face stumbles upon her and whisks her away to his Manor. He only wants to help, of course. But, if Draco wants to help her, why is she wearing shackles?
And why won’t he let her leave?
She starts to babble excuses, a pretty blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Oh my gods, I’m so sorry, he likes to wander and—“
A sly smile spreads across his face. He adores seeing her like this, red-faced and flustered. In fact, it’s his new favourite obsession. Perhaps he should push her a bit more.
“Oh no worries. You should join him next time,” he adds with a wink. “My four poster’s plenty big enough.”
(sound on for full effect)
If you’re looking for a psychological thriller for a quick Sunday read, here it is! 45k words of polished parolee Draco and innocent Hermione stuck in a sentient manor. Fan art and shaky animation by yours truly. I hope you like!
Summary:
Three years after the war ended, Hermione Granger is found wandering the streets of Knockturn, wandless, alone, and freshly obliviated. Fortunately, a recognizable face stumbles upon her and whisks her away to his Manor. He only wants to help, of course. But, if Draco wants to help her, why is she wearing shackles?
And why won’t he let her leave?
Smile for the camera, lovebirds. Rumor has it the pair couldn’t keep their hands to themselves the entire evening. Careful, H. Wouldn’t want to tarnish that golden reputation of yours by lying with the snakes. — XOXO, B