Any chance of something to eat

Harry had three days left off from training when he finally got what he was waiting for. It was not yet nine in the morning and he was sat in the kitchen reading the Daily Prophet, eating a bacon sandwich with his eyes glued to the paper, when he heard shuffling footsteps and a voice.

"Any chance of something to eat?"

Draco still looked tired, but not washed out like he had in Saint Mungo's. He was still wearing the white pyjama bottoms, but now had on a black vest that Harry presumed had been in the box of his things.

-Chapter 8, Planning Your Moves

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I hate perspective with such a passion that you don't even know, and those cabinets were hell to draw. They're probably still messed up, but I thought wasting two of my days on those freaking things was enough. Oh, and pretend the people in the pictures for the Daily Prophet walked away or something. I just wasn't sure what to put there. >_>;;;

Anywho~ this is a scene from this one Drarry fic I was reading. I sort of just got inspired to draw it. It's not exactly as I saw it, but it's close enough.

le fic: State of Mind by .Swan.Songs. (Mind the rating for later chapters.)


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Harry Potter © JK Rowling
Image © Chocolatier-Mihael
Based on a scene by .Swan.Songs.