Ode to my Draco Malfoy Interpretation...
Title: Possibly Imagine
Characters: Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG
Media used: Progresso woodless graphite pencil 4B-8B grade, Faber Castell green CASTELL 9000 6B grade & Derwent charcoal (dark)
Contains: *Angst and spoiler-y excerpt from Half-Blood Prince.*
Notes/comments: So, I've always felt that Harry and Draco were sort of an experiment on nurture vs nature, as if I feel like the by being exact opposites, they were also the most similar two characters. Draco was raised by Pureblood arseholes, and were borderline evil, but they loved him And I reckon they played with him and stimulated his mind - just for the wrong side. Harry was unloved, treated like rubbish, and grew to know how it feels to be treated like a non-being. Then, furthermore, Draco went to Slytherin and continued down that path, having no reason not to, and thrived. Harry went off to Gryffindor, and thrived as well. We all know the Malfoy's never really had it in them to be the real DeathEaters they were asked to be, because at the bitter end, what mattered was that her son was safe. I'm not a Harry/Draco shipper, but I totally get the reasoning and appeal.
Now, next part of the the notes: I have been re-watching Mad Men, and I have been dying to show you how much the character Peter Campbell is the 1960s ad-men version of Draco - in his petulance, his impatience, his various agreements to sign binding contracts/having babies without being sure he wants to or can. So, I finally have a clear Draco in my head, and I've taken liberties with the actor from Mad Men, and made him Draco Malfoy, confronting a weakened Dumbledore, intent to kill. (though, I do also like to look at it as his general overwhelmed-ness of the book, with the cabinet. Perhaps staring at nothing thinking about hoe terrified he is that he won't follow through on the task from Voldemort.
"Possibly Imagine"
(ZOOM)
Excerpt for the illustration:
“They met some of your guard. They’re having a fight down below. They won’t be long… I came on ahead. I - I’ve got a job to do.”
“Well, then, you must get on and do it, my dear boy,” said Dumbledore softly.
There was silence. Harry stood imprisoned within his own invisible, paralysed body, staring at the two of them, his ears straining to hear sounds of the Death Eaters’ distant fight, and in front of him, Draco Malfoy did nothing but stare at Albus Dumbledore who, incredibly, smiled.
“Draco, Draco, you are not a killer.”
“How do you know?” said Malfoy at once.
He seemed to realise how childish the words had sounded; Harry saw him flush in the Mark’s greenish light.
“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” said Malfoy more forcefully, “you don’t know what I’ve done!”
“Oh, yes, I do,” said Dumbledore mildly. “You almost killed Katie Bell and Ronald Weasley. You have been trying, with increasing desperation, to kill me all year. Forgive me, Draco, but they have been feeble attempts… so feeble, to be honest, that I wonder whether your heart has been really in it…”
“It has been in it!” said Malfoy vehemently. “I’ve been working on it all year, and tonight -”
Somewhere in the depths of the castle below Harry heard a muffled yell. Malfoy stiffened and glanced over his shoulder.
“Somebody is putting up a good fight,” said Dumbledore conversationally. “But you were saying… yes, you have managed to introduce Death Eaters into my school which, I admit, I thought impossible… how did you do it?”
But Malfoy said nothing: he was still listening to whatever was happening below and seemed almost as paralysed as Harry was.
“Perhaps you ought to get on with the job alone,” suggested Dumbledore. “What if your backup has been thwarted by my guard? As you have perhaps realised, there are members of the Order of the Phoenix here tonight, too. And after all, you don’t really need help… I have no wand at the moment… I cannot defend myself.”
Malfoy merely stared at him.
“I see,” said Dumbledore kindly, when Malfoy neither moved nor spoke. “You are afraid to act until they join you.”
“I’m not afraid!” snarled Malfoy, though he still made no move to hurt Dumbledore. “It’s you who should be scared!”
“But why? I don’t think you will kill me, Draco. Killing is not nearly as easy as the innocent believe… so tell me, while we wait for your friends… how did you smuggle them in here? It seems to have taken you a long time to work out how to do it.”
Malfoy looked as though he was fighting down the urge to shout, or to vomit. He gulped and took several deep breaths, glaring at Dumbledore, his wand pointing directly at the latter’s heart. Then, as though he could not help himself, he said, “I had to mend that broken Vanishing Cabinet that no one’s used for years. The one Montague got lost in last year.”
“Aaaah.” Dumbledore’s sigh was half a groan. He closed his eyes for a moment. “That was clever...there is a pair, I take it?”
“The other’s in Borgin and Burkes,” said Malfoy, “and they make a kind of passage between them. Montague told me that when he was stuck in the Hogwarts one, he was trapped in limbo but sometimes he could hear what was going on at school, and sometimes what was going on in the shop, as if the Cabinet was travelling between them, but he couldn’t make anyone hear him… in the end he managed to Apparate out, even though he’d never passed his test. He nearly died doing it. Everyone thought it was a really good story, but I was the only one who realised what it meant - even Borgin didn’t know - I was the one who realised there could be a way into Hogwarts through the Cabinets if I fixed the broken one.”
What do you guys think? I'm always found his human aspect - and in his eyes, his weakness - very fascinating. And I'm new to Draco fanart - any place that I could post this?
Love, Jamie xx
All art posted here at mypretty_art, and however belatedly at My Website & DeviantArt.
Characters: Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG
Media used: Progresso woodless graphite pencil 4B-8B grade, Faber Castell green CASTELL 9000 6B grade & Derwent charcoal (dark)
Contains: *Angst and spoiler-y excerpt from Half-Blood Prince.*
Notes/comments: So, I've always felt that Harry and Draco were sort of an experiment on nurture vs nature, as if I feel like the by being exact opposites, they were also the most similar two characters. Draco was raised by Pureblood arseholes, and were borderline evil, but they loved him And I reckon they played with him and stimulated his mind - just for the wrong side. Harry was unloved, treated like rubbish, and grew to know how it feels to be treated like a non-being. Then, furthermore, Draco went to Slytherin and continued down that path, having no reason not to, and thrived. Harry went off to Gryffindor, and thrived as well. We all know the Malfoy's never really had it in them to be the real DeathEaters they were asked to be, because at the bitter end, what mattered was that her son was safe. I'm not a Harry/Draco shipper, but I totally get the reasoning and appeal.
Now, next part of the the notes: I have been re-watching Mad Men, and I have been dying to show you how much the character Peter Campbell is the 1960s ad-men version of Draco - in his petulance, his impatience, his various agreements to sign binding contracts/having babies without being sure he wants to or can. So, I finally have a clear Draco in my head, and I've taken liberties with the actor from Mad Men, and made him Draco Malfoy, confronting a weakened Dumbledore, intent to kill. (though, I do also like to look at it as his general overwhelmed-ness of the book, with the cabinet. Perhaps staring at nothing thinking about hoe terrified he is that he won't follow through on the task from Voldemort.
"Possibly Imagine"
(ZOOM)
Excerpt for the illustration:
“They met some of your guard. They’re having a fight down below. They won’t be long… I came on ahead. I - I’ve got a job to do.”
“Well, then, you must get on and do it, my dear boy,” said Dumbledore softly.
There was silence. Harry stood imprisoned within his own invisible, paralysed body, staring at the two of them, his ears straining to hear sounds of the Death Eaters’ distant fight, and in front of him, Draco Malfoy did nothing but stare at Albus Dumbledore who, incredibly, smiled.
“Draco, Draco, you are not a killer.”
“How do you know?” said Malfoy at once.
He seemed to realise how childish the words had sounded; Harry saw him flush in the Mark’s greenish light.
“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” said Malfoy more forcefully, “you don’t know what I’ve done!”
“Oh, yes, I do,” said Dumbledore mildly. “You almost killed Katie Bell and Ronald Weasley. You have been trying, with increasing desperation, to kill me all year. Forgive me, Draco, but they have been feeble attempts… so feeble, to be honest, that I wonder whether your heart has been really in it…”
“It has been in it!” said Malfoy vehemently. “I’ve been working on it all year, and tonight -”
Somewhere in the depths of the castle below Harry heard a muffled yell. Malfoy stiffened and glanced over his shoulder.
“Somebody is putting up a good fight,” said Dumbledore conversationally. “But you were saying… yes, you have managed to introduce Death Eaters into my school which, I admit, I thought impossible… how did you do it?”
But Malfoy said nothing: he was still listening to whatever was happening below and seemed almost as paralysed as Harry was.
“Perhaps you ought to get on with the job alone,” suggested Dumbledore. “What if your backup has been thwarted by my guard? As you have perhaps realised, there are members of the Order of the Phoenix here tonight, too. And after all, you don’t really need help… I have no wand at the moment… I cannot defend myself.”
Malfoy merely stared at him.
“I see,” said Dumbledore kindly, when Malfoy neither moved nor spoke. “You are afraid to act until they join you.”
“I’m not afraid!” snarled Malfoy, though he still made no move to hurt Dumbledore. “It’s you who should be scared!”
“But why? I don’t think you will kill me, Draco. Killing is not nearly as easy as the innocent believe… so tell me, while we wait for your friends… how did you smuggle them in here? It seems to have taken you a long time to work out how to do it.”
Malfoy looked as though he was fighting down the urge to shout, or to vomit. He gulped and took several deep breaths, glaring at Dumbledore, his wand pointing directly at the latter’s heart. Then, as though he could not help himself, he said, “I had to mend that broken Vanishing Cabinet that no one’s used for years. The one Montague got lost in last year.”
“Aaaah.” Dumbledore’s sigh was half a groan. He closed his eyes for a moment. “That was clever...there is a pair, I take it?”
“The other’s in Borgin and Burkes,” said Malfoy, “and they make a kind of passage between them. Montague told me that when he was stuck in the Hogwarts one, he was trapped in limbo but sometimes he could hear what was going on at school, and sometimes what was going on in the shop, as if the Cabinet was travelling between them, but he couldn’t make anyone hear him… in the end he managed to Apparate out, even though he’d never passed his test. He nearly died doing it. Everyone thought it was a really good story, but I was the only one who realised what it meant - even Borgin didn’t know - I was the one who realised there could be a way into Hogwarts through the Cabinets if I fixed the broken one.”
What do you guys think? I'm always found his human aspect - and in his eyes, his weakness - very fascinating. And I'm new to Draco fanart - any place that I could post this?
Love, Jamie xx
All art posted here at mypretty_art, and however belatedly at My Website & DeviantArt.