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Landbeorht
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She/her | #Dramione - Writing and Art
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Sketch from last night ✨ #dramione
Draco and Hermione sensual embrace — a sketch
November 22, 2025 at 12:15 AM
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I couldn’t resist also making a cover for the story, hehe
Cover art for cr0ftisprocrasting’s “A Year As Mrs Malfoy” featuring a fashion illustration of Hermione in pink chiffon couture striding forward against a yellow silhouette of Draco Malfoy’s face
November 13, 2025 at 4:45 PM
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Ladies and gentlemen: Hermione Malfoy
Loved drawing this fashion illustration of Hermione in Saab couture for cr0ftisprocrastinating’s WIP “A Year As Mrs. Malfoy”

archiveofourown.org/works/669708...
Fashion illustration of Hermione Granger now Malfoy in pink, chiffon Saab couture striding boldly ahead while wearing Malfoy diamonds.
November 13, 2025 at 4:45 PM
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Just saw Guillermo del Toro’s “Frankenstein” and oh my goodness, I can tell these visuals are going to be with me for a long time. But most importantly, the creature! Loved him.

I started drawing partway through (not distracted—can do both—being swept up drove me)
Simple portrait drawing of the Creature from Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein. The creature’s face is cast mostly in shadow with light from the left illuminating his face (drawing by Landbeorht)
November 9, 2025 at 4:26 AM
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Limited palette time again! Draco and Hermione wandering through the autumn breeze, playing with leaves ✨

#dramione #dramioneart #dhrart
Illustration of Draco and Hermione walking together in a swirl of autumn leaves. Their wands are out implying they are swirling them.
November 1, 2025 at 3:11 PM
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Marriage law dramione as a riff on Jan van Eyck’s incomparable Arnolfini Portrait

#dramioneart #dhrartists #dhrart
Jan van Eyck’s Arnolfini Portrait of a married couple but as a parody featuring Draco and Hermione with Crookshanks
October 30, 2025 at 8:01 PM
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The blues of morning. Study in limited palette. #dramioneart #dramione #dhrart
Illustration in mostly a blue palette of Draco and Hermione embracing in bed asleep
October 19, 2025 at 7:21 PM
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Posted this on IG, but wanted to share here too:
October 12, 2025 at 6:01 AM
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Hermione, Draco, and baby — fan art for neilistic’s hilarious and sweet story “Couver”. My favorite tag: “the M is not really Preg but he still complains a lot.” Sublime ♥️

archiveofourown.org/works/66399652

#dramioneart #dhrart #dramione
Illustration of Hermione immediately postpartum next to Draco who is holding her baby
October 4, 2025 at 8:21 PM
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Field Work: A Misery this little 1.6k fic for this art is now on Ao3 archiveofourown.org/works/70890241

#dramione #dramioneart
September 16, 2025 at 1:24 AM
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*Whew* welcome to my first dive into NSFW art for the fandom.

Inspired by (and embedded in) OffTheMap’s delightful pensieve smut story: archiveofourown.org/works/705921...

#dramione #nsfwart #dhrart #dramionensfw
September 14, 2025 at 1:10 AM
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Happy DHr month! Had to join in for day 6: welcome to NYC

Draco and Hermione are enjoying a lovely first trip to NYC when this little fellow crosses their path. "Ahh!
Granger! What the fuck?! It's got a pizza and everything!"

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#dhrmonth2025 #dramione #dramioneart #dhrart
Illustration of Draco gripping Hermione’s shoulder while he jumps in shock from a rat eating a pizza on an I heart NY napkin on the street. Hermione is smirking at him and his coffee is flying through the air.
September 6, 2025 at 2:22 PM
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The Language of Flowers collab with #dhrartists
Gladiolus: the flowers of Gladiators in ancient Rome. Meaning strength of character, moral integrity, and
remembrance, these flowers spoke to me of Hermione.
So here she is with fellow time traveler, Draco, beneath a Roman fresco.
#dhrart #dramioneart
August 31, 2025 at 12:10 PM
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NSFW version
Illustration of a naked Draco Malfoy crying in the shower and biting a washcloth.
August 5, 2025 at 10:53 PM
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‘Feeling Hour’ Draco. Fan art for “Caput Mortuum” by cr0ftisprocrastinating (Read it here: archiveofourown.org/works/465302... )

Draco channeling Tobias Fünke energy.

(NSFW version in next post) #dhrart #dramione #dramioneart
Illustration of a Naked Draco Malfoy crying in the shower and biting a washcloth.
August 5, 2025 at 10:52 PM
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1/3 🍉📚UNBOUND FOR
GAZA📚🍉
September 26-28, 2025
We're so proud to finally launch Unbound for Gaza — a global auction of all things books, art, and signed author items in urgent support of humanitarian relief efforts in Gaza.
✨👉The donation interest form is now live here: bit.ly/45hdTR5 👈✨
Unbound for Gaza: charity auction announcement flier. September 26-28, 2025
August 1, 2025 at 6:26 PM
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3/3 for the oneshot (text also in alt text)
She dropped him on a root near the lagoon behind him-likely the reason for all that muck. Utterly humiliating. He'd schedule his own funeral when they got back to London. Granger stepped in, scanning him-checking for injuries, probably. A sly grin adorned her. "Think this is all funny, do you?" He sniffed. She shrugged. "You don't look half bad painted in mud like this." Her eyes rose to meet his, colour blooming on her cheeks She stepped closer. Her wand slipped into its holster. Her pupils were blown wide. Wait, what was happening? "I like that you need saving sometimes," she purred. "I'm not some pathetic—" Her chest brushed his, cutting him off from words and thoughts. "Never said you were." She scanned his face. "And anyway, I'm capable enough for both of us." She was so close. He holstered his wand. His fingers flexed over her hip. Maybe if he just... "Draco," she whispered, "I know there haven't been any beetles." Ah. Well, in for a knut, in for a galleon. "Hermione, I-" A great roar ripped through the green. Hermione's head whipped back toward the sound. At the same moment, Draco, thoroughly done with fieldwork, pulled her in as he stepped backwards-straight into nothing. They crashed into the water with all the grace of a floundering fish and surfaced, spluttering-his hands, somehow, still fixed to her hips. "Sorry! I just —you heard it—" But Hermione didn't look angry. Not at all. Another roar, this time closer. "Under," she commanded. He filled his lungs and obeyed. The water was so clear, shimmering with a turquoise and green hue, like emeralds littered the edges. He felt her body slip against his, her hand sweeping up to his face and resting against his cheek. The stubble on his jaw grazed her palm. His grip loosened, gliding up to nestle in her silky strands. Beneath the surface, she was a beautiful blur. She drew him in to her like a siren, and he met her call. Lips pressed softly at first, then insistent. Her hair wrapped about his fingers. His tongue brushed against her lips, a request, and she let him in. He consumed her. On the embankment where a pair of small water boots lay abandoned by a muddy hole, a chimaera sniffed at the air, scenting magic. Bubbles drifted up to the lagoon's surface. Below, two bodies suspended in magic and water, boundaryless, breathless, and new.
July 17, 2025 at 1:38 AM
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2/3 for the oneshot
"Sounds about right." "I always knew being assigned to your offices was an attempt to kill me." Her lips twisted in a knowing smile, delight twinkling in her eyes. "Actually, Draco, I requested you." She turned away to press ahead before the language centres of his brain had a chance to kick back on. Granger? Requested him? Three years ago, the Ministry had dumped him unceremoniously into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. He knew why they did it: assigned him to his lowest-scoring subject from school so he'd be chained to a miserable desk job and flounder through a mandatory service period. Well, the joke was on them. Turned out he was pretty good at reading magical patterns, noticing anomalies in data, and spotting inconsistencies in creature behaviour. Less than a year in, he'd overheard one of the senior magizoologists explaining to someone in the breakroom, "He doesn't like them, but he understands the way they warp magic. Like he's always expecting something to bite him." Admittedly, not the most flattering, but effective. He was sought out more and more for his expertise. Sought out at his comfortable, clean desk, that is. It wasn't until being assigned to Granger's offices that he'd found himself in these ghastly situations in the mud. Well, not assigned: requested. Something mortifying and squiggly was going on in his chest. He waved his wand again, trying to focus on the work he had been requested to do. There was a weft and weave to magic in a place like this. It was stitched into the living fabric of the surroundings. For a chimaera, trafficked here from its native Greek wilds, the magic didn't match. If one looked closely enough, there was a subtle ripple in it. A slight trace was left as the creature moved through the place. There! Right there, a subtle flexion. If he could just... "Shitting fuck!" The ground had given way. He was knee deep in it. "Granger, you—" Bollocks, where was she? "Ascendio", he tried. He rose a little, but the mud pulled him back down. He cast again —still not enough. He was going to die like a bloody cartoon. "Help! Where the hell are you, you shiting little pixie!" He sank further in. "Oh fuck, oh sweet Merlin, this can't be how I go." He scrabbled for a root, a branch, anything! Damp, slippy moss was all he kept finding. She must have cut away all the vines. His wand thrashed uselessly. Hip deep-waist deep-perilously deep. "HER-MI-O-NE!" "If you stop flailing like a sweaty octopus, you might be able to catch hold of something, you know?" Granger leaned against a tree to his side, wand in hand and wide grin across her face. A feverish flush crept up his cheeks. "I'm not flailing. I was testing my options." She frowned a little as her eyes flitted over the mud-patch he was in. "Don't just stand there," he gritted, slipping further down. "This is the gloppy stuff!" "Yes, I can see that." She pushed herself off the tree. "Let me just... " He froze, eyes fixed on her. Hair clung to her neck and cheeks. She lifted her wand and held her other hand aloft as well. For a moment, her body tensed in concentration, then her wand wrist spun in a tight spiral, and he felt the mud simultaneously liquifying more as his body rose. Magic seemed to sing around her, bending the warp of the jungle to her whim. She was bloody magnificent. He rose with a squelching, sucking sound. "Bugger, there went the boots," he said.
July 17, 2025 at 1:38 AM
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Ok, decided yes: slides. 4 per and they are numbered in lower right (so you know which order)
1/3
He stood in the bracken, mud clinging to his calf, mutiny slashed across his pointed features. Draco Malfoy had absolutely had it with so-called 'field work? For one thing, it wasn't a field. This was a bloody jungle. And the sleeping accommodations? A hammock. Camping. Grotesque. The final straw had come in the form of "food." Miserable little packages of some Muggle thing, Granger called MREs. Meals Ready-to-Eat...Massively Repellent Edibles, more like. He'd registered at least a hundred complaints with his colleague (superior? He wasn't fussed about hierarchy). But no amount of "Good god, Granger"s had moved her. She was a stubborn ox. He wouldn't be sorry if she stepped into quicksand and choked to death on damp soil. "That's only in stories, Malfoy," she threw back over her shoulder. He had, of course, been narrating all of this aloud. "If-and that's a big if-we manage to step into quicksand, I'll just roll on my back and float my way out." "Assuming it isn't completely goopy and bogs you down." He stomped along in her wake while she slashed at ferns and vines. A breathy laugh escaped her. "I knew I shouldn't have shown you cartoons." She'd given him a crash course in animated film when they were at a conference once. That was a more agreeable situation. Comfortable beds, lobster bisque, a hotel room where the humidity was normal, unlike this ghastly sauna they were creeping around in. Granger was slightly ahead of him, leading the charge through the verge. Her leg perched on a fallen log while she worked at a particularly dense bit of foliage. Water boots hugged her feet. "Standard issue," she'd said. Same with the wetsuits and wand holsters they now wore. Landbeorht 2/12 'Standard issue' hugged her as she reached up, murmuring spells, filling the air with the tang of magic. Her hand moved gracefully with a rhythm like she was conducting a symphony, not cutting plants and untangling wards. "There's a beetle on your leg again," he murmured, staring unabashedly. She bent straight over. "Argh! Another?" Her hand swept along that taut muscle. He said nothing. Just watched. "Bloody useless repelling charms," she muttered, sweeping her hand across her calf and shifting her hips a bit as she did. Draco swallowed. The heat must be getting to him. He could feel his cheeks flushing. "Granger, be reasonable," he implored. "I'm sweaty. I'm damp everywhere. Even places that shouldn't be this damp! I am the swamp." "Get a grip, Malfoy." She shoved her sweat-damp hair from her forehead and fixed the full force of her exasperation on him. "You want to let these awful shits have a chimaera? Really?" Her chest rose and fell with hard breaths. Humidity frizzed her curls into a halo. Light caught in them, casting her in gold. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and collected at the top of his lip. He'd never felt more disgusting. And there she was, glowing and righteous, fists planted on those round hips, brow creased just so, and... "Of course I don't want that," he asserted with as much force as he could muster. "I just don't think I'm equipped for this particular location...genetically." He let the word settle. Yes, that's right, Hermione, I do read the reports you set on my desk. I've learned a thing or tWo. A smirk twitched the corner of her lips. "It's a miracle you've managed this far." "I think I've lost a stone just sweating."
July 17, 2025 at 1:38 AM
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Field Work, A Misery 😏… for @elliemess.bsky.social ‘s One Year DTIYS. So much fun working on an underwater piece!

Y’all I also wrote a short oneshot that goes with. Share it here as slides? Will take a few posts. It’s 1550 words long.

#dramioneart #dramione #dhrart
Illustration of Draco and Hermione embracing underwater in a clear jungle lagoon while a Chimaera looks on from the bank.
July 17, 2025 at 1:29 AM
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Resharing because I just popped it on IG today and this unusual Veela fic should have more love: fan art for “Split Like Refracted” by @cmvela.bsky.social

archive.transformativeworks.org/works/602948...

#dramioneart #dhrart
Digital graphite drawing of a Veela Draco diving off a cliff to save a falling Hermione
July 14, 2025 at 6:34 PM
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Fan art for the one-shot “Red Door 79” by galfoy.

There really is no possible way to describe this delightful one-shot. You’ll just have to read it archiveofourown.org/works/63279175

#dramione #dhrart #dramioneart
Illustration of Draco Malfoy running with a package in hand past a red door with the number 79 on it.
July 5, 2025 at 2:50 PM
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On the 4th of July… (not pleased with this holiday)
Last night, a thunderstorm rolled through, breaking the back of the heat that clung to the day. Wind shook the trees. Lashing rain streaked against the windows, pelting them so hard it sounded like pebbles. Water poured from the roof and flowed down the street. After an hour or so, it rolled away, pulling the heat off to the Long Island Sound and on out to sea. Fireflies rose from the wet earth and twinkled in the twilight. Those are the fireworks I will be entetaining tonight. Those and no other.
July 4, 2025 at 6:43 PM
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Sketch with a song stuck in my head.
"Dazzling blue, roses red, fine white linen
To make a marriage bed
And we'll build a wall that nothing can break through
And dream our dreams of dazzling blue"
Dazzling Blue, Paul Simon

May color sometime...in dazzling blues✨

#dhrart #dramioneart #dramione
June 28, 2025 at 4:24 PM
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Draco and Hermione on the snowy train, Fan art for Chapter 68 (Book 5) of Lionheart by GreenTeacup. Loved this scene ♥️

#dramione #dhrart #dramioneart
Illustration of teenaged Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger kissing on the back of a train in the snow
June 20, 2025 at 5:21 PM