Title: Concerning Art
Summary: Professor Trelawney is in charge of Valentine's Day this year. What happens when she bewitches roses to lead you to your soul mate? (Slash)
Genre(s): Fluff, Slash, Romance
Books Referenced: (none)
Warning(s): Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *points to JKR* Hers.
A/N: If you haven't seen the LotR movie, what are you sitting there for? Go see it! *points at the nearest movie theatre* Also, since sooo many people were commenting on the fact that Draco and Harry just jumped right in (which, btw, was done intentionally, as this is supposed to be fluff, not angst or drama), I added this lil prologue thingy and reworked the story and finally finished chap six. Okay. On with the fic!
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Harry liked to draw. Nobody but Hermione knew this, as he didn't make a big deal out of it. Hermione thought he was one of the best artists she had ever seen, but didn't press him to draw for other people. Sometimes artists just drew for themselves.
Harry liked to draw dragons. For some reason, if he drew anything else, it never turned out quite as well as his dragons did. He had a lot of dragons in his trunk. Big ones, little ones, charcoal sketches, tiny little pictures as small as your fingernail, it didn't matter. Harry liked all kinds of drawing.
And Harry especially liked to draw in the common room, late at night, in front of the fire. Then he could look at the fire in the fireplace and be able to draw really good flames. It was on one of these such nights, when Harry and Hermione were sitting in the common room, waiting for Ron to come back from the kitchen with food. Harry sighed.
"I messed up the smoke," complained Harry, though he continued to add to it. Eventually, he turned it into a blue dragon with a rose petal in its mouth, with the rest of the rose lying nearby. Hermione raised an eyebrow at Harry.
"Why do you always draw dragons, anyway?" she asked, taking the finished picture and looking it over. "That's almost all you ever draw."
"I don't know," said Harry. "I just like drawing them, I guess." Hermione nodded and stood up.
"I need to go to the library," she said, gathering up a few things. "Can I borrow this picture?" Harry shrugged and pulled another sheet of drawing parchment out.
"If you like," he said, starting another sketch.
***
Hermione arrived at the library, dumped her stuff at her regular table, and headed into the stacks with the dragon drawing. She suspected that there was something more than just a like for drawing dragons at work, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. *I'm not leaving the library until I do,* she resolved silently.
A loud thunk startled the silence of the library a short time later; fortunately, there wasn't anyone there with her. Opening a book and scanning down the table of contents page, Hermione's eyes caught the words "Symbolism in Art". *Too easy,* she thought, flipping to the page number indicated for the particular chapter.
"Artists often use common symbolism to represent hidden desires....no, not what I want....dragons often symbolise the masked desire for change, often change that once done cannot be undone....hmm...." Hermione's quiet mutterings trailed off as she spied a colour chart. "Different-colour dragons often represent different things. Well, I've not got time to dissect the whole chat, but that has to be it," she said, slamming the book closed. "Now if I could just - " She stopped as she heard someone walking up behind her.
"No, no," drawled a familiar voice. "Don't stop now, it was just getting interesting." Hermione turned in her chair.
"You," she said, standing.
"Me," the voice responded.
"Don't worry yourself with my business," Hermione said, gathering her things. "I'm sure it would be too much for your little mind to take."
"Yes," the other person said, "I'm sure it would, as I don't tend to bother myself with such petty things as what you are no doubt thinking about." Hermione didn't say anything, just turned and left the library quickly. As she did so, a single sheet of parchment fluttered to the ground, unnoticed by the Gryffindor girl as she departed. It wasn't completely unnoticed, however, and a graceful hand reached from under black robes and snatched it off the floor.
Silver eyes scanned the drawing, then rested on the signature. The dragon's eyes seemed to move off the page...like they were looking at something. More specifically...like they were looking at the person that was holding the image. The person whose namesake the drawing was. Draco Malfoy.
~*~
TBC
Summary: Professor Trelawney is in charge of Valentine's Day this year. What happens when she bewitches roses to lead you to your soul mate? (Slash)
Genre(s): Fluff, Slash, Romance
Books Referenced: (none)
Warning(s): Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *points to JKR* Hers.
A/N: If you haven't seen the LotR movie, what are you sitting there for? Go see it! *points at the nearest movie theatre* Also, since sooo many people were commenting on the fact that Draco and Harry just jumped right in (which, btw, was done intentionally, as this is supposed to be fluff, not angst or drama), I added this lil prologue thingy and reworked the story and finally finished chap six. Okay. On with the fic!
~*~
Harry liked to draw. Nobody but Hermione knew this, as he didn't make a big deal out of it. Hermione thought he was one of the best artists she had ever seen, but didn't press him to draw for other people. Sometimes artists just drew for themselves.
Harry liked to draw dragons. For some reason, if he drew anything else, it never turned out quite as well as his dragons did. He had a lot of dragons in his trunk. Big ones, little ones, charcoal sketches, tiny little pictures as small as your fingernail, it didn't matter. Harry liked all kinds of drawing.
And Harry especially liked to draw in the common room, late at night, in front of the fire. Then he could look at the fire in the fireplace and be able to draw really good flames. It was on one of these such nights, when Harry and Hermione were sitting in the common room, waiting for Ron to come back from the kitchen with food. Harry sighed.
"I messed up the smoke," complained Harry, though he continued to add to it. Eventually, he turned it into a blue dragon with a rose petal in its mouth, with the rest of the rose lying nearby. Hermione raised an eyebrow at Harry.
"Why do you always draw dragons, anyway?" she asked, taking the finished picture and looking it over. "That's almost all you ever draw."
"I don't know," said Harry. "I just like drawing them, I guess." Hermione nodded and stood up.
"I need to go to the library," she said, gathering up a few things. "Can I borrow this picture?" Harry shrugged and pulled another sheet of drawing parchment out.
"If you like," he said, starting another sketch.
***
Hermione arrived at the library, dumped her stuff at her regular table, and headed into the stacks with the dragon drawing. She suspected that there was something more than just a like for drawing dragons at work, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. *I'm not leaving the library until I do,* she resolved silently.
A loud thunk startled the silence of the library a short time later; fortunately, there wasn't anyone there with her. Opening a book and scanning down the table of contents page, Hermione's eyes caught the words "Symbolism in Art". *Too easy,* she thought, flipping to the page number indicated for the particular chapter.
"Artists often use common symbolism to represent hidden desires....no, not what I want....dragons often symbolise the masked desire for change, often change that once done cannot be undone....hmm...." Hermione's quiet mutterings trailed off as she spied a colour chart. "Different-colour dragons often represent different things. Well, I've not got time to dissect the whole chat, but that has to be it," she said, slamming the book closed. "Now if I could just - " She stopped as she heard someone walking up behind her.
"No, no," drawled a familiar voice. "Don't stop now, it was just getting interesting." Hermione turned in her chair.
"You," she said, standing.
"Me," the voice responded.
"Don't worry yourself with my business," Hermione said, gathering her things. "I'm sure it would be too much for your little mind to take."
"Yes," the other person said, "I'm sure it would, as I don't tend to bother myself with such petty things as what you are no doubt thinking about." Hermione didn't say anything, just turned and left the library quickly. As she did so, a single sheet of parchment fluttered to the ground, unnoticed by the Gryffindor girl as she departed. It wasn't completely unnoticed, however, and a graceful hand reached from under black robes and snatched it off the floor.
Silver eyes scanned the drawing, then rested on the signature. The dragon's eyes seemed to move off the page...like they were looking at something. More specifically...like they were looking at the person that was holding the image. The person whose namesake the drawing was. Draco Malfoy.
~*~
TBC