Theatrical Photography by W&D Downey Photographers, 1879
Photo of Kate Vaughan as Esmeralda in ‘Pretty Esmeralda ’ at the Gaiety Theatre
Guy Little collection
Location: Victoria and Albert Museum, London
A costume design concept for the Frozen Musical. Elsa’s coronation gown. Pretty much like the movie version with a few additions. I imagine that the rosmailing designs from the movie could be used but made more elaborate and detailed.
want to be clear: I do not like you, but I will make out with you.”
Hermione stared at Draco in shock, her glass frozen half-way on
the way to her mouth.
“Look, I know that Weasley has dumped you for some stupid reason
and you are trying to get smashed because of it while he has the fun
of his life with his friends only a few tables away. And seriously,
if I have to choose which of you feels miserable, I will always pick
Hermione put her glass down carefully. “And you want to make out
with me because of that?”
Draco shrugged, trying to look as nonchalantly as he could muster.
“You are not ugly. You are a bossy bitch, but definitely not ugly
and I don’t have anything against you.”
The ‘anymore’ hung unsaid between them, but neither was
willing to acknowledge it in that moment.
“What about your parents? They will get wind of it if Ronald
reacts the way I expect him to.”
Draco downed his glass. “It’s not like I am going to propose
to you on the spot, Granger. As long as I am not getting serious
about anybody, they stay out of my business. My father will probably
even say that it was a good political move, bonding with the war
heroine and all that.”
“Let’s get it over with then,” Hermione said and Draco
“As you wish.”
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers reluctantly at
first, but with more pressure and enthusiasm as soon as he felt her
respond. He pulled her closer, an arm around her waist, the other
getting tangled in the wild curls of hers.
Hermione relaxed into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his lips
on hers. For two people kissing each other just to spite a third,
they were having too much fun, if the bulge in Draco’s pants
pressing against her stomach was any indication.
“What do you think you are doing?”
At Ron’s voice, Draco and Hermione pulled apart, but didn’t
let go of each other.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Hermione asked coldly, staring daggers
“Why do you care who I am kissing, Ronald?” Hermione let go of
Draco, who was barely managing to hide his amusement, and crossed her
arms over her chest. “You have no say in this matters anymore. Now
if you could excuse us, I would like to continue what you have
Draco raised an eyebrow at that but followed Hermione outside
nevertheless, leaving the stunned Ron behind.
“Were you serious-” Draco couldn’t even finish his sentence
when Hermione kissed him again, this time a lot rougher.
He didn’t hesitate and returned the kiss, switching their place
so she was pressed against the outside wall of the Leaky Cauldron.
“We should go somewhere else, unless you want your ex to catch
us in the middle of it,” Draco said breathlessly, when he finally
Hermione bit her lip, trying to hide her smile. “You are a
better kisser than expected Malfoy. But I can’t.”
Draco’s face fell and he stepped back from her. “I
“That’s not it!” Hermione’s cheeks were blazing hot, and
she had trouble looking at him, a mixture of amusement and
embarrassment showing on her face. “It’s just that I am on my
Draco groaned, running a hand over his face. “This is just
great! I finally, finally get a shot with you and you are on your
damn period! This has to be a joke!”
Hermione stared at him in confusion. “What are you talking
“Do you really think I would snog somebody just to spite
At Hermione’s look, Draco groaned again. “Yes, you are right.
I probably would. But I didn’t. Or at least not completely.”
Hermione had crossed her arms again, studying him. “What exactly
are you trying to say, Malfoy?”
“That I fancy you, for Merlin’s sake, Granger! Do I have to
spell it out for you?”
Hermione smirked, enjoying his distress. “What did you say about
not liking me?”
Draco stopped and glared at her. “You are making fun of me!”
At Hermione’s shrug he ran a hand through his hair. “Fine. You
have won. What now, Granger?”
“How about you ask me out properly, Malfoy? I will admit that I
have never contemplated this before, but today was fun. And before
you get any ideas – I really am on my period.”
Draco snorted. “You are evil, you know. But fine.” He dropped
to his knee and took her hand, drawling in the most theatrical
fashion he could muster. “Dearest Hermione, will you go out with me
not just to spite your foolish ex but because I actually like you?”
Hermione covered her mouth with her free hand in an attempt to
hide her laughter, failing at it miserably.
Draco stood up and watched her in amusement. “You know you
didn’t give me an answer yet,” he drawled when she finally calmed
Hermione stepped towards him, a smile on her lips and whispered,
“how about you ask me during dinner tomorrow?”. With that, she
apparated away, leaving a gobsmacked Draco behind.
so jack comes to the hummingbird’s tower and demands that if dark signer carly is there then she better answer him
and she answers him by driving out of fuckin’ nowhere with a d-wheel and launches right over him in a most spectacular theatrical fashion that wouldn’t be out of place in one of his former duel king spectacle duels