Well, after all my latest locked posts, as I’ve been saying to my f-list that I probably will slow down with fanart because I´m a little bit stressed, you´ll think "oh she was talking serious!!!" because I don´t have much to say today! :D

This drawing took me AGES to do, I'm not even able to tell you how many hours I stayed working it!
Although I was doing something that I love, during those working hours, I've started to ask how much worth was to give much time of your life to a fanart that will stay just few seconds on everybody´s computer screens and it will be soon forgotten?
So, like I always use to say "My boss is my happiness and my payment is yours!" and "he" keeps screaming on my mind:

"Go on, make V birds over M mountains, but just be happy!"

It wasn't easy to work on this fanart, but I hope I could get my payment!! :D

Meanwhile, I've bought a lot of stuff to work with a new technique, gouache and I´m really enjoying it a lot.
Basically, I'm using it as base for the watercolor pencils that are my "most loved" one. So, for sure, you’ll notice some changes because of this.

This picture illustrates a scene of Evanesco75's "Never Enough" chapter 30, one of the most waited from its readers, after Ron´s return,as Hermione was trying to keep a certain distance from him and convince herself that didn´t need him anymore, surrenders to her true feelings. While I was making it, I've heard a lot of songs but, this one, I think passes the "urgency" and the feelings behind this kiss.
"It´s not over" says everything for this R&Hr’s moment in Sara´s world of "Never Enough" that reaches its epilogue by this time, a fanfic that is an unanimity for this couple's lovers, an experience that will be always remembered by us, a work of love that have a certain place in everybody's favorites list of all time!
It will never be over for us!

I was blown away
What could I say
It all seemed to make sense.
You've taken away everything
That I can't do without.

I try to see the good in life.
But good things in life are hard to find.
I'll blow it away, blow it away
Can we make this something good?

Well i'll try to do it right this time around
let's start over,
I'll try to do it right this time around
It's not over
Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killing me
But you're the only one
It's not over.

I've taken all I can take
And I cannot wait
We've wasted too much time
Being strong and holding on
Can't let it bring us down

My life with you means everything
So I won't give up that easily
I'll blow it away, blow it away
Can we make this something good?

Cause it's all misunderstood

We can't let this get away
Let it out, let it out
Don't get caught up in yourself
Let it out.

Lets start over
Its not over

Yeah yeah
This love is killing me
But you're the only one
It's not over

All too soon, the door swung open and Hermione walked in, carrying a load of paperwork, her head buried in a file. She spotted Ron and stopped.
“Where’s Harry?” Ron managed a smile.
“Hello to you, too.” Hermione flushed.
“Hi. It’s just, I’m on a schedule, and…”
“Harry won’t make it today; he’s sick, apparently,” Ron informed her. Hermione’s reaction was oddly similar to his; to his mind, she looked like a cornered gazelle, seeking escape. “Hermione? We don’t have to do this today if…” As he’d known she would, she immediately straightened herself up and shook her head firmly.
“No, we do. Let’s begin.”
Ron employed all his will to appear casual as she approached him, but he couldn’t prevent his eyes from traveling the length of her body discreetly. She was wearing a beautifully tailored black skirt and shirt underneath her official robes, and her hair was caught up in a messy knot.
She looked unbearably lovely.
“Yesterday, we covered the ground from your arrival in Miskolc, Hungary, to the time you discovered the Malfoys’ servant,” she intoned in a business-like tone, her head still lowered towards her files. Ron leaned in a little; she withdrew just as subtly, pushing her chair back.
It felt as though she’d burnt him.
“Right. Well, I realized I’d need the man, Janos, to break into the Malfoys’ mansion,” he replied rather flatly. Hermione nodded.
“And how exactly did you manage that?” Her tone was devoid of any emotion, and it served to irk Ron, despite himself.
“My friends and I made a plan. See, we’d found the house guarded by all sorts of anti-wizard jinxes and protection; it wouldn’t have been possible for me to enter at all, so I’d need a Muggle, and I’d also need to camouflage myself, so I’d be undetectable.” Hermione paused in her note-taking, and her fingers trembled.
“Do you mean, you were able to conceal your magical essence?” She sounded definitely surprised, and skeptical too. Ron tamped down on the old irritation that would grip him at such moments: it was the fear that she doubted him, doubted his ability, so his voice was decidedly distant when he replied.
“Actually, yes.” Hermione frowned.
“But that’s an extremely complicated spell, not to mention dubious in nature.”
“It isn’t Dark, if that’s what you…” Ron began hotly. Hermione was visibly upset.
“I know it isn’t, but it isn’t exactly standard spell practice either. It’s frankly dangerous; do you realize how many things could have gone wrong? You might have tampered with yourself permanently, and…”
“But I didn’t, did I? I’m fine. And I needed to do it, if I were to have any chance of getting in there!”
Hermione glared at him, her face flushed, breathing suddenly faster. She looked frankly gorgeous, and the acknowledgment stirred something primal and scorching inside Ron, even tempered by the frustration of her apparent lack of belief in him.
“Of course, Ron. Of course you needed to. You’ve made it perfectly clear you were willing to risk anything for revenge,” she snapped back, on the verge of losing control.
Ron’s body felt hot all over; his heart was thudding now. He clenched his fists, striving for normalcy. She was destroying all the command and the reason he’d been cultivating for years, it seemed; and effortlessly, too.
“It wasn’t revenge, Hermione. It was justice. I think you’ll find there’s a difference,” he said through gritted teeth. She looked momentarily chastened, then ploughed on.
“So, what then? You basically Confunded a poor Muggle, and managed to gain entry into…”
“They were treating him like dirt! I did him a favor. I helped him escape them,” Ron bit out, now furious at her implication that he’d treated Janos shabbily.
Hermione flung her quill to the desk, past reason. He was igniting too many conflicting feelings within her; the anger he’d sparked inside her at the account of his recklessness was shadowed by a fierce, near-drugging desire to inch closer to him, to run her fingers over his face, caress his mouth…
The barriers she’d constructed between them were disintegrating rapidly, and it terrified her. All her lecturing to herself, all her promises to remain rational and objective seemed to be dissolving, and it was due largely to the fact that they’d found themselves alone together.
‘I’m too vulnerable to him! If I can’t even have a simple, work related conversation….’
“I can see you were ready to take any measures necessary, Ron,” she managed at length, her voice mercifully cold. He stared at her.
“I wasn’t! I didn’t hurt any innocents, I didn’t kill, I only did…”
“Yes, yes, I know! You only did what you needed to do, everyone else be damned!” she shouted, on her feet, her eyes flashing.
There it was, at last. Ron’s heart was beating much too fast, and all his control deserted him. He was on his feet too, his face flushed.
“You’re acting as though I went off gallivanting! As if I was having a fucking lark. D’you know what I’ve been through?” he asked, his voice trembling.
“What you’ve been through? It was your choice! You decided to abandon me!” Hermione screamed back, livid and exposed, clutching onto her will with immense effort.
“You think I wanted to?” Ron took a step closer to her, his entire being burning with the need to get through to her. Hermione laughed bitterly.
“No one forced you, did they? All I wanted, all I ever wanted was to be with you! I begged you to take me…”
“How selfish d’you think I am, Hermione? How could I have ever asked that of you?” Ron shouted back, incensed, desperate to make her understand.
“It isn’t all up to you! You promised me we’d be together, always!” She took two steps closer, and jabbed a hard, accusing finger in his chest. He blinked, shocked at the lust that was coursing through him at her mere proximity. But it was true: her presence, coupled with the heat of their argument had given him a hard-on from hell, and now he was extremely embarrassed, along with everything else. Desperately, he sought control.
“I know I hurt you…”
“Hurt me? Don’t flatter yourself! You don’t mean a thing to me anymore, do you hear? I don’t care about you, Ron! I’ve managed to create a good life for myself, and I won’t let you destroy it again!” she shrieked with venom, taking another couple of steps closer to him. The raw fury in her voice tore at him.
“I… I don’t blame you for hating me,” he managed with difficulty. She stopped dead, and her eyes were suddenly sparkling. She whispered something, he couldn’t catch it. Unthinkingly, he lowered his head so that their faces were now mere inches apart.
“What did you say?” Hermione swallowed, heedless of the tears now coursing down her cheeks.
“I… I can’t hate you! I’ve tried, but I…. I’ve been dying a little everyday, ever since you came back into my life,” she whispered softly, her voice vibrating with hopelessness.
Ron’s heart stopped; he could barely breathe, or move. He stared into her deep brown eyes, naked with feeling; her face, flushed and lovely; her lips, soft and pink and moist….
She wanted him, just as much. He could literally smell the need emanating from her warm body, so close to his.
“Hermione,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers.
And then she whimpered softly and helplessly, and her hands reached out, pulling him close, fisting desperately in his shirt. He didn’t hesitate; his mouth found hers immediately, searing his blood as their lips touched after so long.
He was tentative, trying to suppress the way his body trembled; trying to be gentle with her, but she wouldn’t have it. Her mouth was greedy as it attacked his, and he couldn’t restrain a tortured, grateful groan when her tongue parted his lips. Ron’s hands dug into her waist, and she moaned as he kissed her ferociously, exploring her mouth with frantic ardor, their tongues merging and fighting in a lustful, uninhibited dance. Hermione raked her fingers through Ron’s hair, parting her thighs a little to feel him between them.
“God, Hermione!” Ron gasped, tearing his mouth off hers and pressing hot, wet kisses on the exposed skin of her throat. She moaned again, nearly faint, her nails digging into his shoulders hard and almost by instinct, he bit into the soft flesh of her neck, her answering shudders making him hornier, more desperate than ever. His large hands drifted down her waist, to her thighs.
“So beautiful,” he said hoarsely as he caressed the warm, soft bare skin under her skirt. Hermione was shaking, mindless with desire; her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her hands supporting her weight as they clung onto his broad shoulders.
They kissed again, hot and urgent and rough, teeth clashing together, biting each other’s lips, Hermione actually drawing a bit of blood from him this time. Ron rubbed up against her, driven insane with pure need, and she gasped in turn, echoing him.
Ron was beside himself, his body shaking with lust, mind churning with gratitude and hope and such intense love. He pressed his face against her neck, his breath hot, intoxicating her senses as he whispered desperately in her ear. He simply couldn’t hold back, not now. He needed to make her see.
“Hermione, I love you. I still love you, so much! I know I hurt you, I know I can’t make up for it, but please, let me try, I’ll spend my entire life loving you, if you just let me, and I won’t ever leave you again, not for anything in the world, please, just give me one….”
Abruptly, she pulled away, cutting off his feverish pleas, leaving him bereft. She stared up at him, her face still glazed with the flush of desire, but overshadowed by pure, agonizing terror. She stepped back, and it crushed him. He held out a trembling hand, mutely begging her to stay. She shook her head, unable to tear her eyes off him, fresh tears running down her face.
“I… I can’t do this,” she whispered heartbreakingly.
“Hermione,” Ron began raggedly, pleadingly.
“No.”
Within seconds, she’d fled the room, leaving him standing there alone, his heart pounding, cock throbbing; his soul crying out for her.











This drawing was made with gouache and watercolor pencils in a Canson 180gr A4 size paper.NO Photoshop.

You see, even when I say I won´t talk too much, I can´t help myself! :D
I need to learn how to do this!



Right, Rupe! :/


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