Some of you may had watched an 80's movie called Working Girl with Harrison Ford and Melanie Griffith. One of the scenes that still makes me happy when I have the opportunity of see it again, is the one where Melanie's character explains inside a lift to her client, showing photos and newspapers articles, how she had the idea for a business deal.

Well, I'm saying this because, as you know by now, that's all about this page I have on LJ.

When I created it I wanted to share with people how the ideas for the drawings happen to me. And my mind always seems to be like a kettle in ebullition! That's the reason of its name(including the allusion to one of my favorites movies): Drawing a Dream-Eternal Sunshine of a Fully Mind.
If I had time enough to work all the ideas that come on my mind all day, I would have by now a thousand of works, and I'm not only talking about R&Hr, in spite of most of them are about this couple!

This drawing is about one of the most beautiful R&Hr first time story I have ever read: In the Orchard by willow_wand placed after DH.
Willow, or Jenn, how her friends know her, contacted me some time ago, after I left her a comment, saying that she would like to commission me for a work about this fic.
I still don't get commissions because the obvious reasons about my references and also because I think people that would ask for them should share with me my visions of the characters.
Maybe it wouldn't give me this freedom I need, like someone that asked me another day:
"I wanted so much to have a work made by you but you must draw Hermione looking like Anna Hatway lying on bed with Draco that should looks like..."

Wow, stop, stop, stop!! You really didn't get the thing, did you, dear??

Or like an ex-LJ friend that asked me, after hadn't said a single word about a work that took me days to end:
"Could you please cut out your entries because I'm not a "reading person" more a visual one!"
Oops! Come on, how to react to this comment? Just watch the picture, you don't have to read the post if you don't want! Is it easier to say these words than to think in this solution? When could I think that I would find a "not reading person" on HP fandom when I enter in this "world"? :D

Well, coming back to the drawing, I said I would do the drawing for Jenn, first because she is one of the first writers to give me support here on LJ by the time we become friends and also she was the person that had addicted me, with her stories, to the image of Ron, Hermione and his Chudley Cannons blanket, and if you had read this story or some others of her, you know what I´m talking about.
She asked me for a hot scene about it, and knowing how she is a fanactic fan of Rupert, I could understand her!! :D
As she also understood me when I said that, because the "same reason" (Rupert), this subject always must be (and it´s being a lot lately :D ) lightly touched on my drawings.

With this in mind, I started to think how to do it. And the idea didn’t come easy! :S
It only happened when after, re-reading the story for the hundred time, I, with my iPod on my hands, put on the search the words "Make love".
This Snow Patrol’s song appeared and like a video-clip (and I wish I could make one with this idea) the image blowed up on my mind:

Ron and Hermione, only involved with his blanket, lying on the grass, in a "wind tunnel", like a delicate whirl of colors, fabric, leaves, flowers, skin, pleasure sights, circulating like the song's melody and rhythm, while their thoughts were only make love to each other forever!

And here it is!
I really like the fact that it ends looking something like an illustration for an Art Noveau poster, with all the organics elements and bright colors! :D

I hope that Jenn and all the fans of this story like it but... this was not the only idea that happened to me for this fanfic involving a Snow Patrol's song and I'm already working on another drawing that you'll see next soon, with of course, the story behind it !
Yeah, no way for me, even needing a break, I´m definitely a fanartholic!! :l

Make love to me forever,
Make love to me forever,
Make love to me forever,

It took half the time
I am still afraid
So stay by my side
And hold on to my hand
Try to teach me that
I'm alright I guess
But there's so much wrong
But there's so much right
I guess we'll agree
To differ on one thing

Make love to me forever,
Make love to me forever,
Make love to me forever.

It should have been a quick broom ride to the orchard, but Ron had insisted on flying low over the trees for a while, pointing out different places he’d spent time as a child. She didn’t mind. The view was lovely and she rather liked sitting so close to him with her arms around his chest. The longer they flew, the more Ron sweat. Daringly, she slid her hand under the front of his t-shirt, feeling the damp skin of his stomach. She felt him suck in a breath and she smiled against his back, continuing to run her hand upward towards his chest. He still hadn’t gained back all the weight he’d lost on their quest, even though she was pretty sure he was still eating ravenously at every meal. It hardly mattered to her. As far as she was concerned, Ron was perfection.
All of a sudden he dipped the broom downward. Hermione screamed and gripped him tighter. She felt, rather than heard, him laughing.
“Sorry,” he yelled over the rushing wind.
They descended into the trees. Hermione braced herself for a rough landing, but she was pleasantly surprised when Ron landed rather lightly. They dismounted the broom and he leaned it up against a tree.
“So, er,” Ron said, running his hand through his hair awkwardly, “what do you think?”
Hermione looked around the small clearing surrounded by willow trees, their leafy branches swaying lazily in the light breeze. She smiled. “It’s lovely, Ron. What made you think of it?”
“It’s sort of private and er… pretty. I thought you might like it. And since we got back from Australia, I don’t get to see you as often, do I?” he said.
Hermione felt a pang. As happy as she’d been getting reacquainted with her parents, she couldn’t deny that she missed Ron terribly.
He continued. “And when you go back to Hogwarts, I won’t get to see you at all.”
“That isn’t true,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “You can come on Hogsmeade weekends. We can spend the entire day together… if George can spare you.”
He smiled a little. “Well, even so, I thought that today we could spend some time together, just the two of us.”
“Oh, Ron, that’s—”
“Hang on,” he said. “That’s not all.”
He pulled his wand from his jeans pocket and pointed it toward a shady spot beneath one of the trees. He murmured something under his breath and a soft-looking orange blanket appeared. Hermione smiled as Ron’s face flushed with pride. He knelt down and crawled over to rest his back against the tree. Hermione knelt down beside him but before she could sit properly, Ron grabbed her around the middle and pulled her to him.
“Ron!” she laughed.
“Relax,” he said, and he pulled her between his legs so her back was resting against his chest. She could feel his heart beating strong and fast.
“This is nice, Ron,” she said.
“Yeah, it is.” He snaked his arms around her waist and sighed. “I’ve missed you.”
Hermione tilted her head back. “Have you?”
“Well, yeah,” Ron said awkwardly. “I got rather used to you being around all the time. The last time we were apart for so long…” He trailed off.
She nodded, knowing exactly what he was referring to– the previous autumn when he and Harry had rowed and Ron had left.
“This isn’t anything like that,” she said, linking her fingers with his.
“I know, but I just like having you here with me right now,” Ron said.
“Me too.”
She leaned her head back and he dipped his own, pressing his lips gently against hers. She sighed and turned her body toward him, linking her arms around his neck. He gripped her waist tightly, letting his hand slide up her back, pulling her closer still. She felt a familiar prickle of excitement. Kissing Ron still felt so new to her and these kisses were just as eager as their first. She caressed the nape of his neck, hoping he never lost his enthusiasm for her. She felt him smile against her lips and then he pulled his head back.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he said, looking gorgeous with his cheeks flushed and lips wet. “I just wish we’d done this sooner.”
“Yes, well, the timing was always wrong,” she said.
“No, it wasn’t,” he said shaking his head. “I was just a coward.”
Hermione smiled, stroking his cheek. “Maybe a little of that, too.”
“Maybe if you weren’t so intimidating…” he challenged.
“Me? Intimidating?” she asked, snorting in a most unladylike manner.
He pulled her closer, pressing his forehead against hers. “You’re downright scary sometimes.”
She rolled her eyes and he caught her off guard with another soft kiss. Her fingers sought his silky hair, but then he pitched sideways pulling her along with him until they were lying on their sides on the blanket. Hermione laughed as Ron gathered her tightly in his arms.
“I’m going to miss this,” he said seriously.
“I will, too,” she said. “But let’s not think about that today.”
She found his lips once again, soft and plush. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip encouragingly. She parted her lips in response, moaning softly as his tongue slid across hers. Ron came up on one elbow, gently leaning into Hermione until she rolled onto her back. Her hands traveled under the back of his shirt, his skin still damp with sweat. She lightly trailed her hands up his back to his shoulders and back down again. She couldn’t stop touching him, she didn’t want to. And from his soft groaning, Hermione could tell he didn’t want her to stop either. His shirt was riding up, uncovering pale skin. She tugged the hem upward and he broke away momentarily to remove his shirt and toss it aside.
Hermione’s eyes fell to Ron’s bare chest. His skin was smooth and flawless, though thoroughly specked with freckles. His arms, however, were crisscrossed with thin scars. She ran her hands over his arms, over the marks left by the brains that had attacked him in their fifth year. There was also an odd dip in one of his arms from being splinched the year before. She hadn’t been able to re-grow his flesh at the time and had only mended his skin. Hermione traced the indent regretfully, remembering how frightened she’d been of losing him.
“Everything, okay?” he asked.
She smiled at him, pushing those memories out of her mind. “It’s fine. I’m just so amazed that we’re actually here.”
He nodded, seeming to understand what she meant. He brought his hand to her cheek and leaned in for another kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She was amazed at how much he made her feel. Heat was creeping up in her face, surging through her body. It ached, how much she wanted him...










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

A small version of the drawing:
Small image

You can find all the fanfic here and you must be registered on the site to read it (NC-17):
Willowwand's -In the Orchard

The song: