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The Dragon Chronicles	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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It’s Sunday again and time for the big duel between Hermione and Draco! I hope you like it!
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Chapter 14
When Harry had seen Voldemort with two dragons by his side, the only thought in his mind had been: bloody hell. Coincidently, it was the same thought as the one he’d had when he had seen Voldemort with a basilisk by his side. Nevertheless, dragons and basilisks were just creatures. Even though they were magical, they didn’t have a wand, and they should be easier to get rid of than a wizard.
However, Charlie’s reaction to the news made him realise that a Voldemort with two dragons was far worse than a Voldemort with a basilisk.
“The Dragon Chronicles are some serious Dark Magic,” Charlie explained, once he had got Harry and Ron into the big barracks, were the dragon keepers who worked in the field were staying. “They were considered so dangerous that Merlin himself made sure they were all destroyed, and that the ones bonded with dragons were executed.”
“But why?” Ron asked, leaning forward across the robust wooden table they were sitting at.
“Because once a wizard and a dragon are bonded, they become like one entity, sharing life, magic and abilities. Dark wizards and witches controlled half of Europe a thousand years ago, thanks to their bonds. Borislav the Ruthless made himself king of Hungary and a few of its neighbouring countries. Any uprisings were burnt down, until a witch managed to kill his dragon in the Battle of Ardil,” Charlie explained.
“But Hermione has bonded with a dragon as well,” Harry said. “She will help us.”
Charlie looked troubled. “I have no doubt that she will. But bonding with a dragon is still considered Dark Arts. You rip a living creature from its natural habitat and force it to give its life for you. And the power it gives is not something that can be entrusted onto anyone. It’s still against the law in every European and Asian country.”
Harry was about to object that Hermione would never do anything like that unless she thought it was the only option, but a sound from behind him made him jump up, his wand raised.
“Harry Potter!” Dobby squealed, and rushed forward to Harry, hugging him around his thighs. “Finally, Dobby finds you!”
“Dobby!” Harry said in surprise, carefully pushing the elf away. “What are you doing here?”
Dobby let go of him. “The Headmistress sends Dobby to find Harry Potter, to help him if he can. And to say that she is safe and that Harry Potter shouldn’t worry!”
“See,” Ron said, turning to his brother. “Hermione is still on our side.”
Charlie sighed. “I’m not saying that she isn’t. But it has been so long since anyone has used the Dragon Chronicles that we no longer know what the bond does to a person. All we know is that the only famous people bonded with dragons have been Dark. Even if they didn’t start out like that, it’s what they became. And Hermione is under the influence of someone that would surely try to make her Dark if he can.”
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It was Friday and time for the much-anticipated duel between Headmistress Granger and Professor Malfoy. A few people were cheering on Malfoy to win the game, but the majority of the school was in favour of Hermione.
Despite that (or maybe because of that), Hermione was nervous. She was quite confident that she would win, but she hadn’t been in a real and fair fight in ages. You couldn’t count the time she had breathed fire and managed to surprise Voldemort.
She would have to do her very best not to spew fire again, and especially not in front of the whole school.
Kara had tried to calm her down all day. He thought it was very amusing that she would be duelling and had only been a little upset that he couldn’t join in the fight. Instead, he would be watching from the huge window behind the head table; with strict orders to not interfere, no matter what happened.
Dinner was almost coming to an end and soon, McGonagall would announce that it was time for the duels. Hermione felt as if all eyes were already upon her. Though, that could also have something to do with Malfoy sitting to her left with a lot of students staring at him as well.
It was McGonagall’s suggestion that they should sit next to each other for the whole week and even try to make some small talk. She didn’t want the students to think that Hermione was doing this just to have an opportunity to exact revenge on her old school nemesis.
Even though Hermione agreed, she didn’t like having to talk to Malfoy. They mostly just discussed things like the weather or the food, but it still felt very uncomfortable to her. She had never been very good at small talk.
“If I may have your attention, please.” McGonagall had risen from her seat and the Great Hall quickly fell silent. “It is time for the duel. Could all combatants go to the waiting area?”
Hermione and Malfoy got up, as did a dozen students. They had decided that just the two best students from the fifth year and up should participate in the duel. Malfoy didn’t have much of an issue with the younger students, but they had thought it unfair for a teacher to duel with students that weren’t even in their O.W.L.s-year.
They all gathered in the side room, next to the Great Hall. The students were joking with each other, but none said anything to Malfoy. From what Hermione had heard, things had improved for him, but she guessed that it was mostly because many wanted a chance to kick a Death Eater’s arse.
“Do you feel ready for this?” Ginny asked. To no one’s surprise, she had taken one of the spots in her class, the seventh year Gryffindor/Hufflepuff. She would be duelling together with Hufflepuff Elisabeth Kingsley (the second cousin of Order member Kingsley), and they were also the ones most likely to beat Malfoy.
“Yes, I think so,” Hermione said. “Our fight is more of a demonstration than anything else, though.”
“I’m sure you’ll win, regardless,” Ginny assured her. “But good luck to you too, Professor.”
“Thank you, Miss Weasley,” Malfoy answered stiffly.
On Hermione’s suggestion, Ginny had started to treat Malfoy with more respect than before. Ginny didn’t like it, but Hermione had explained to her the importance of keeping Malfoy as a teacher. It was possible that they’d be stuck with someone much worse, otherwise.
A couple of minutes later, McGonagall came to collect them. Hermione and Malfoy walked by her side into the Great Hall and saw that it had been transfigured to suit the duel.
All the tables had disappeared, and instead, a platform had been erected in the middle of the floor. Along the walls, the students were seated on benches, mumbling excitedly to each other.
One bench, closest to the platform, was empty. There, the duellists would be seated when they weren’t duelling.
McGonagall gestured to the other students to sit, while she brought Hermione and Malfoy up the three stairs to the platform.
Hermione looked out over the sea of faces staring up at them. Most of the teachers had come out to witness the duel too. They were sitting behind the students, where they could interfere if someone in the audience caused trouble. Even short Professor Flitwick was seated there, but someone (probably himself) had transfigured his chair to a high barstool.
Through the window, she could even see Kara, his big wings moving behind him so he could stay in the air and watch through the window. She could feel his mind touching hers, sending her encouragement.
However, there was one face that Hermione hadn’t expected to see tonight.
Voldemort was sitting close to the exit, behind another row of students. No one seemed to have noticed him since all eyes were on the platform. Then again, with his new face, he didn’t stand out as much in the crowd anymore. At least not when he, like now, was sitting quietly and not torturing anyone.
Actually, she realised, most people probably didn’t recognise him at all, nowadays.
Why had he come here? To watch her fight? For some reason, the thought unsettled her.
“Duellists, are you ready?” McGonagall asked, her voice magically amplified.
Hermione almost jumped, she had been so deep in thought. Quickly, she took her position and nodded to McGonagall.
“The first to disarm the other one wins. Bow,” McGonagall instructed.
Hermione met Malfoy’s eyes. He looked a bit nervous too, but his jaw was clenched shut. They bowed to each other.
“On my mark … duel!” McGonagall quickly stepped off the platform so as to not get caught in the line of fire.
Hermione quickly tossed a silent disarming spell only to follow it up with a loud “Confundo!”
Malfoy blocked the first one by diving to the side, and the second one with a shielding charm. Then, he cried out, “Diffindo!” which Hermione easily blocked, but not before sending away a silent slicing charm of her own.
It hit Malfoy’s shoulder, but he hardly seemed to notice, because he had sent off three new spells in rapid succession, and she realised he had let himself be hit by one of her spells to have time to send off so many of his own.
Her shield absorbed two of them, but the third hit her right below her navel, scorching her robes and skin.
She bit back a groan of pain, but clenched her jaw and slashed out with her wand. The first spell she sent was a yellowish-shining Jelly-Legs Jinx, followed by a purple Body-Bind Curse and two green streams of Cheering Charms. She was going easy on him, but also showing the students that you didn’t need advanced spells to take down an adversary. You just needed speed, good reflexes and skills.
One of the Cheering Charms hit Draco, and he began to laugh hysterically. However, since he was adept in non-verbal spells, it didn’t stop him from continuing to fire at her.
It did slow him down, though, and Hermione could easily sidestep his curses, until finally diving to her side, firing a final Expelliarmus! from his left. Since he was right-handed, he didn’t have time to throw up a shield from that direction fast enough, and he was knocked onto his behind, his wand flying into Hermione’s waiting one.
The Great Hall cheered, and Hermione found herself smirking. It was very satisfying to kick Malfoy’s arse.
However, since this was all to make the students accept Malfoy as their teacher, she went over to him, extending her arm to help him up.
He took it, a forced smile on his face.
“Great duel,” he said.
“Yes, let’s get you cleaned up for the next one.”
Sighing, Malfoy followed her down the platform where Madam Pomfrey was waiting with healing pastes and potions.
Only then did Hermione remember that she had been hit and felt how much her belly was throbbing. She gratefully accepted the paste from Madam Pomfrey, and put it on her wound, before repairing her robe.
To give Malfoy a moment to rest before he had to face his students, Professor Flitwick and Professor Vector had agreed to do a mock-duel. They had already decided on which spells to cast and counter with, and it was really just a demonstration to show the students what they could cast.
As Hermione found her seat, the two teachers started the duel. She, however, didn’t pay much attention to it. Instead, she was looking over to where Voldemort had been sitting. He wasn’t there anymore.
So he had only come to watch her duel. It took her a moment to realise why it bothered her so much: he had been studying her duelling style. If the two of them ever had a duel, he would have an advantage. She had never seen him duel.
The duels continued in rapid succession. Ginny and Elisabeth Kingsley were the only students that managed to best Malfoy, but since they weren’t the most troublesome of students, Hermione wasn’t worried that it would prevent them from participating in the class.
Perhaps the reason why every other student lost their duels was because they were too cocky. If someone just a couple of years older than them could beat Malfoy, then why wouldn’t they be able to?
Turns out, pride does come before fall. The fastest duel was the one right after Ginny and Elisabeth; two sixth years from Gryffindor were taken out in under a minute, much to the surprise of the entire hall. There were a few moments of stunned silence, until the Slytherins began cheering.
After that, Malfoy seemed to regain his confidence, because even though the other students were a bit more careful and Malfoy was starting to grow tired, he still managed to beat them all.
A couple of Ravenclaws tried to copy Hermione’s Cheering Charm-trick, but Malfoy wasn’t stupid enough to fall for it a second time. Another pair seemed to think that spraying someone with water was an efficient strategy, but it only made them slip and fall a couple of seconds later, making it easy for Malfoy to disarm them.
All in all, it was a successful evening. After the duel, Hermione saw some fifth year Gryffindors gather around Malfoy, begging him to teach them all the spells he had used in his duels.
“If you listen in class, you will learn them all, eventually,” Malfoy answered, looking relieved that they were impressed by him.
The hall slowly cleared out, leaving Hermione and a few of the other teachers to return it to the way it was before. Hermione and Professor Vector ended up working on re-transfiguring the tables.
“Where did you learn to duel like that?” Professor Vector asked, clearly impressed by her former student.
“Harry taught me most of it,” Hermione answered, straightening out the legs of the table.
“Very impressive. Was it in that illegal study group he had in your fifth year?”
Hermione laughed. “Yes, actually, a lot of it was from there. But we also practised duelling when I was on the run with them…” she trailed off, realising what a dangerous subject that was.
Vector frowned, and then asked in a low voice. “Are you still in contact with him?”
“No,” Hermione lied in a low voice. “I can’t risk it, considering whom I’m married to.”
“Of course,” Vector answered with a nod. “I hope the boy is alright, despite everything.”
“Last I heard, he was,” Hermione said with a shrug. “How is your family doing, by the way? Wasn’t your daughter pregnant?”
Thankfully, Vector didn’t mind changing the subject, and spent the rest of the time telling Hermione everything about her latest grandchild.
Hermione listened politely, asking a few questions here and there. She wondered what Vector had been playing at, bringing up Harry. Was she only curious, or was she spying on her at Voldemort’s orders? Or maybe the opposite, was she checking to see if Hermione was still fighting for the Order?
She realised that she didn’t know the true allegiance of half her staff. Even though she doubted that Dumbledore would have hired someone who sympathised with the Death Eaters, it was possible that some of them were being blackmailed to do Voldemort’s bidding.
Was there any way to check? Perhaps, McGonagall would know. Although, maybe it didn’t matter. Voldemort was already in charge of Hogwarts. Or at least in the sense that if he decided to do something she didn’t want, she was hardly in a position to stop him. And why would he need spies when he was already living here himself?
Shaking her head, she tried to push her worries to the side as she finished the re-transfiguration before calling it a night, going back up to her chambers.
Voldemort was there, his chin in his hand as he stared into the flames. It struck her how incredibly handsome he was when he wasn’t saying anything, or doing anything. Just sitting there like a statue from ancient Greece, pale and well-sculpted. She longed to stroke his cheek to see if it was as smooth as it looked.
“You are quite talented,” he suddenly said, and the handsomeness disappeared, only leaving room for her to see… well, him.
“Thank you?” she said, unsure of what he meant by the comment.
He got up from the armchair, stepping closer to her. “Potter taught you.”
“Yes, surely you must know that already,” she said, guarded.
“Of course. But I can see it in the way you move your wrist and elbow. You both make sharp angles,” he said, grasping her arm, and lifting her elbow into the position he described. “You should ease it up, flow with the movement more. In a real fight, you will stiffen up before long and lose just because your arm starts to hurt.”
He spun her around to demonstrate what he meant. Grasping her arm from behind he showed her how she could move, never letting her arm settle in any single position. His touch was light, yet burning, making her acutely aware of how close he was. She could feel him breathing close to her ear.
“Thank for the tip,” she said slowly, glancing at him over her shoulder.
He nodded, and let go of her arm, stepping away. She realised she had stiffened up and took a deep breath, relaxing. After sleeping next to him for weeks, she was used to his presence, but something was different now.
“I spoke with some old friends of yours today,” he said, sitting down in the armchair again, his face unreadable.
She froze at once, her heart racing in her chest.
He chuckled. “No need to fear, they decided to cooperate, they will be fine.”
“Who?” she asked, her voice sounding strangely weak in her ears.
“Fred and George Weasley. They have been broadcasting illegally, but they told me what I wanted to know, and agreed to behave. They are back at home, working in that joke shop of theirs. Supervised, of course.”
She didn’t know if she should be relieved or worried. The Fred and George she knew would never have agreed to tell Voldemort anything, and especially not work under supervision.
“What did you do to them?” she asked, fearing the worst.
“Everyone has a weakness, Hermione,” he said, leaning back in the armchair, summoning a book from his nightstand. “If you want to, we can go and visit them when the rest of the school is at Hogsmeade tomorrow.”
Right. Tomorrow was the first Hogsmeade weekend. Professor McGonagall had been in charge of contacting the families of the students, while Hermione focused on the duel. She had almost forgotten when it was. Or maybe she had just suppressed it. Because tomorrow, she would have to tempt the lust potion and kiss Voldemort. Without ripping off his clothes, and shagging him senseless, as an aftereffect.
“That sounds like fun,” she said, her voice strained. Because she did want to see Fred and George, and make sure they were okay. “I had better turn in now. I’m a bit tired after the duel.”
Voldemort smiled. “Sleep well, dear.”
Hermione very much doubted that she would.
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