Hey there folks, guess who's active again lol. So I'm participating in the Drarryland game over in the Drarry/Harry Potter fandom. It's super fun and it's just getting started, I super recommend it! As a brief preface, we are given prompts based on a gameboard (similar to Candy Land) and it's our job to fill them out using art, writing, or both. I decided to try my hand at moodboard for the first time thanks to this event! I'm House Shadowrose, my lovely datemate ibelieveinahappilyeverafter was my Beta and is house Dragonwick.

Prompt: The comings and goings of Drarry during 8th year from the point of view of the Fat Lady or other portraits at Hogwarts. Minimum: 102 words - Maximum: 1002 words.

It had been a shock, to say the least, to be woken up in the middle of the night. Not by one of her students deciding on a late night trip, nor by a professor come to tell her of terrible news. She was roused by a skinny Slytherin, the boy staring up at her with wide eyes and looking as though his shoulders were shaking. To be frank, he looked like death itself. "Password," she asked him with none of the usual fuss, more than a little interested in this turn of events.

He started, watching her. When he spoke, it was with a slight stutter, and hesitation. "T- Tandem… libertatem?"

They all asked her afterwards if she knew about the goings ons between them. Of course she knew. She was a portrait, they whispered everything to each other. She knew who he was, and she knew why he was giving her the password. Still, it was the correct password, and she was not ruled against allowing other students to enter, so she opened the door for him at approximately one in the morning.

In the morning, she watched them both walk out far earlier than she'd ever seen him awake. Ah, but young love did make them do foolish things.

Of course she watched them whenever they came or went, she had no other true option. The portraits around her snickered and giggled, and she occasionally joined in on the gossiping. She thought it was sweet, at the very least. It was about time they got over all this foolish nonsense and called a truce.

It did come as a sad shock when he came to her at midnight, battered and bruised. His light hair was now limp and sticking to his forehead. He just barely choked out the password, though she couldn't be certain if it was the pain or the tears trying to hold him back. Without a word, she swung open, and as she closed the door, she just barely heard a gasp, then a hissed, "Draco!" He didn't come out until late afternoon the next day, but at least he looked much better for it. It appeared to her that he'd been healed for the most part, and it seemed he'd had a shower as well. He took his wand out as he left until she opened again and the other one stepped out, standing beside him. "I'm not letting you go alone." Some silent argument passed between the two of them before they both nodded and started on their way.

When they entered the Common Room together in daylight, she thought that the poor dears' hearts would thump right out of their chests! Her little one had his magic practically in a whirlwind out of control around him, and his dear one was red as a rose. The moment they had entered, she was cooing over how adorable they had been and how she'd seen this coming for just ages.

But then, it did come as a bit of a surprise to her when they left late into the night. Often it seemed they didn't leave until morning, but- "I really should go. I promised Pansy I'd be there after her date."

He brushed his hair back, seeming to be unable to step too far away from him for long. "You'll be okay getting back by yourself?"

Then he leaned forward and kissed his cheek! "I'll be fine. You don't always have to be a savior."

"I know," he said with a bright grin. "Go, before Pansy gets upset at you." He ruffled his hair, turning it into a complete mess from where it had looked so nice and combed.

"I'll see you in the morning."

He turned back to the portrait, still smiling up at her. "Tandem libertatem."

"Apparently so," she said as she allowed him in. That ought to stir up some scintillating gossip. And maybe it would bring them one step closer to really uniting this school.

Of course, nothing could be cured so easily. There were still many afternoons and evenings where he came to stand in front of her, looking worse for wear and on the edge of tears, but she never said anything, only letting him inside. The other portraits told her about the Hogwarts students that felt they'd been slighted when someone like him had been allowed back into the school. That just wasn't right.

And watching either of the two of them come up to her, half the time, they both seemed so drained and listless. Where had gone her two boys so full of energy she had worried they would bring Hogwarts crashing down around them? Some days were better than others, but some days they just muttered the password and passed through her so similarly to a Hogwarts ghost that it had her worried. She expressed her concerns to the Headmistress, of course, but without seeing any of the attacks personally, there was nothing she could do for either of them unless another student reported it, or a portrait that had seen it all reported it. It wasn't fair. The two of them both tried so hard.

She supposed, at the very least, that they had one another. That was better than no one, and the two seemed to support one another. That was more than others seemed to do. At least, after everything, they were willing to give one another a chance. If they could forgive one another, then maybe there was still hope for the rest of them all.