This is written for The Golden Snitch!

I'm in South Castelobruxo!

Ollivanders: Rougarou hair: Write about a Dark character.

Through the Universe: Major Planet — (character) Harry Potter

Double Celebration - Art Appreciation: your task is to take a piece of art, from your country, that you love. It can be a movie, a sculpture, a book or a painting. Then write a fic with an HP character appreciating the work of art and telling someone else how it makes them feel.

Bonus Prompts: Gallery, pinkest pink, white flag, fresco, and maroon.

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Hermione and Draco ended up waking early in the morning, ready to start their last day in southern America. They had plans to go through a museum gallery before they left, and were soon headed on their way.

When they arrived, they walked throughout the vast halls filled with paintings, and sculptures, and various other piece of history. Multiple ceilings had fresco's painted on them in brilliant colours.

However, they soon arrived at the pieces of 19th century art, and Hermione had lost sight of Draco. When she found him, he was laughing at a large painting that was hanging on the wall.

"How rude you are!" Hermione stated. "You shouldn't be laughing, this is an art museum!"

"Look! It's you and the dunderheads as children!" replied Draco in between loud guffaws of laughter.

Taking a look herself, she noted the painting was 'The Peacemaker" by John G Brown. There was a little girl with golden brown hair, pulled back in a low pony, with a pink headband on top. She was wearing a simple blue dress, with a piece that looked like a white apron sowed into the front. She was also wearing brown and black low-heeled boots. Her cheeks were filled with a blush that was a pinkest of pinks.

Her arm was reached out, with her hand placed on a little boys chest. He had medium length black hair, with an unbuttoned black frock on. He also had on a white shirt, beige pants, and brown shoes. He looked to be stepping back from the girl, holding and imaginary white flag.

Behind the girl, holding onto one side of her waist and peering around her, was a red headed boy. He had on a baggy white shirt, that looked to be a bit dirty, rolled up brown pants, and no shoes. She presumed it was his hat that was laying on the dirt beneath their feet.

However, she did have to admit the children in the picture looked almost exactly as she, Harry, and Ron had. Letting out a giggle herself, she joked around with Draco as they came up with scenarios on why Hermione looked to be defending Ron from Harry.

The entire thing made her feel glorious and care-free, almost as if she was a child again herself. She only wished that Ron, Harry, and herself had gotten the chance to know each other before Hogwarts, or even have a bit more of a childhood as they were at the magical school.

Draco realized that he couldn't let this moment go to waste, so he asked an attendant to speak to the curator on purchasing a work.

Even though he was rich, the curator wasn't interested in selling the original oil painting, but he did have an exact replica that he would sell for a pretty penny. Draco, unconcerned with the price tag, immediately purchased the wonderful painting, and instead of having the painting delivered, he carried it around before finding Hermione again.

Deciding it was time to leave, they set off into a side alley before placing the painting in Hermione's beaded bag.

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A few weeks later, when Hermione and Draco had made it back from their honeymoon, they decided to invite a few of their friends over. So it wouldn't be too crowded, they decided to only invite Hermione's friends over one night, and Draco's the next.

She decided to only meet with Harry and Ron, leaving another night to catch up with her other friends. However, Harry and Ron were only there for a few minutes before Draco was declaring he had found a picture of the three of them as children.

He rushed them to another room, where he had the painting hanging on a maroon wall, as he watched the wonder duo's expressions.

Humor, horror, and disbelief flitted across their faces, they couldn't believe that there was a painting out there that looked like them.