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dysonrules) wrote2011-04-13 10:10 am
dysonrules) wrote2011-04-13 10:10 am
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ART REC!
Once upon a time I wrote a little Dramione fic called Draco: Phoenix Rising and in one scene Hermione decides Draco is far too conspicuous to walk through the streets of Muggle Dover without drawing attention, so she Transfigures his clothing.
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amythystluna has drawn The Devon Fashion Show and I can't stop giggling. *huggles her a billionty*
Here is the excerpt for the curious:
She looked at him critically. "However, you simply can't march around in Death Eater robes. What do you have on under those?"
"Trying to undress me already, Granger? I've only just switched sides."
She tried hard not to flush and thought she managed it. "Spare me the cheek and let me see."
He shrugged out of the robes, to expose form-fitting black trousers and a blousy black silk shirt. With his silver-blonde hair and pale skin, he looked like every girls' vampire dream. That would never do. He'd have Gothic-punk chicks falling at his feet and trailing him around town.
Luna was sitting up, watching them. Hermione Accioed her own wand without comment. She pointed it at Malfoy and transfigured his trousers into jeans and his shirt into a white T-shirt. Draco jumped back.
"Blast it! Warn a person before you go rearranging their clothing, won't you? What the hell is this?"
Hermione's teeth worried her lower lip. In Muggle clothing, he was even more striking than in archaic wizard-wear. Jeans fit him perfectly and the T-shirt made him look like he belonged on a street corner with a fag dangling from his lips while he catcalled at girls and planned his next caper. Luna returned and watched curiously as Hermione tried again.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Draco asked in a glacial tone.
"I'm trying to make you inconspicuous. To blend in with the Muggles."
"I don't think that's going to be possible," said Luna in a dazed voice.
"Fine." She restored his clothing to the original vampire-chic. "Put your robes back on, then."
He obediently replaced his robe, and she transfigured it into a fashionable taupe trench coat, breathing a sigh of relief when he was mostly covered in fabric. He examined his outfit by shifting from side to side.
"Not bad, actually."
"Yes, well, you look like an international spy, but at least we shouldn't have girls chasing you down the street throwing phone numbers at you. Come along."
She turned on a heel and headed for downtown Dover.
"What's a phone number?" Luna asked Malfoy. "I'll throw mine at you, if I have one."
I forgot how much I love that horribly-written badly-needs-betaing fic. *happy sigh*
The fabulous
amythystluna has drawn The Devon Fashion Show and I can't stop giggling. *huggles her a billionty*
Here is the excerpt for the curious:
She looked at him critically. "However, you simply can't march around in Death Eater robes. What do you have on under those?"
"Trying to undress me already, Granger? I've only just switched sides."
She tried hard not to flush and thought she managed it. "Spare me the cheek and let me see."
He shrugged out of the robes, to expose form-fitting black trousers and a blousy black silk shirt. With his silver-blonde hair and pale skin, he looked like every girls' vampire dream. That would never do. He'd have Gothic-punk chicks falling at his feet and trailing him around town.
Luna was sitting up, watching them. Hermione Accioed her own wand without comment. She pointed it at Malfoy and transfigured his trousers into jeans and his shirt into a white T-shirt. Draco jumped back.
"Blast it! Warn a person before you go rearranging their clothing, won't you? What the hell is this?"
Hermione's teeth worried her lower lip. In Muggle clothing, he was even more striking than in archaic wizard-wear. Jeans fit him perfectly and the T-shirt made him look like he belonged on a street corner with a fag dangling from his lips while he catcalled at girls and planned his next caper. Luna returned and watched curiously as Hermione tried again.
"What are you doing?" he demanded and actually gasped at the outfit she'd put him in. "Bloody hell! No! Draco Malfoy does not wear orange! Ever. And what kind of fabric is this? Did you yank it straight off the goat?"
She'd put him in the most loathsome creation she could think of—an orange and brown patterned jumper and khaki slacks. The problem was he didn't look loathsome at all. He looked like a carefree student recently escaped from prep school. The type that would invite you to his flat to "study" and have you sitting on his lap in five seconds or less. A preppy angel.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Draco asked in a glacial tone.
"I'm trying to make you inconspicuous. To blend in with the Muggles."
"I don't think that's going to be possible," said Luna in a dazed voice.
"Fine." She restored his clothing to the original vampire-chic. "Put your robes back on, then."
He obediently replaced his robe, and she transfigured it into a fashionable taupe trench coat, breathing a sigh of relief when he was mostly covered in fabric. He examined his outfit by shifting from side to side.
"Not bad, actually."
"Yes, well, you look like an international spy, but at least we shouldn't have girls chasing you down the street throwing phone numbers at you. Come along."
She turned on a heel and headed for downtown Dover.
"What's a phone number?" Luna asked Malfoy. "I'll throw mine at you, if I have one."
I forgot how much I love that horribly-written badly-needs-betaing fic. *happy sigh*