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In the Arms of her Dragon	By : Wolf.Blossom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 101559 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 50
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In the Arms of Her Dragon
"Why're you crying?" Draco whispered, sitting down beside Hermione in a deserted Great Hall. Looking up at him with puffy eyes, she admitted what happened earlier at the Gryffindor Tower. Without a moment's hesitation, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and said: "Come on, you're spending the night in the Slytherin dungeon. With me."
.xx.
Hermione made hurried strides towards the Astronomy Tower; everywhere she looked she felt like somebody knew what she was doing. But that was impossible unless they were looking in to her mind… but that was impossible too! Hermione needed to shake away her jitters. She was too nervous and that wasn't helping her situation (or sanity) much either.
It was going to take no more than five minutes. Sure, Draco may not let her live it down but she could deal with that… right? She didn't know if she was making the biggest mistake in her life but it always came down to one thing: they shared something the night his aunt tried to curse her; something that can neither be created nor broken. Something that simply existed; a presence of nature.
Whatever the bloody hell it was it needed an explanation. Hermione was an analytical woman and the "simply be" explanations didn't run with her. Everything was calculated, precise, and predetermined.
Nothing can simply be…
Not even her feelings for Draco Malfoy. Everything had a reason behind it.
The corridor stretched on forever and time seemed to slow down. It was reminiscent of the Time Turner save the jitters and nervousness and desire to vomit her lunch.
Cool your nerves, Hermione. That was her measly attempt to cool her nerves. You're just going to give him an answer, so take a deep breath, calm down, and relax.
Easier said than done.
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Draco walked as fast as he humanly (or rather wizardly) could do the Astronomy Tower with his trusty steed, Lightyear. The last few words that Hermione wrote via their magical journal were burned in to Draco's mind: Are you able to spare a moment and meet me?
"I'd drop anything and everything for you, you blasted bookworm." Draco muttered while dodging annoying straggling first years in the corridors. Why were they even about?! Did they not have any Potions or Transfigurations homework they should be doing? If Draco recalled correctly – and he always recalled correctly – his first year class was swamped with homework every day for the whole year. He didn't have time to hang around the corridors.
He still did though… but that was beside the point.
Astronomy Tower?
If Draco's gut feeling was correct – again, his gut feeling never failed him yet – he would enter the Astronomy Tower a bachelor and leave a taken-man. A quite happy taken man. It worried him that Granger had such an effect on him, but he was not worried that he was worried. Nobody had ever made him feel the way that Granger did and Draco loved it. He loved having intellectual banter with her, joking around with her, teasing her…
He especially loved that she knew when to take him seriously and when not to. Most other girls he associated with took him seriously all the bloody time and it drove him nuts.
"What's the rush?"
Draco stopped mid-stride and glanced over his shoulder to see Theodore smirking and Blaise fighting back laughter. "You seem to be running away from a fire, mate."
Draco snickered. "Not running away, Blaise. Running towards."
Blaise was always the smart one and caught on. "Could you possibly…"
"Quite possibly."
"The Prince of Slytherin… might have a Princess?"
Draco face palmed and Theodore punched Blaise on the arm. "Please don't ever say that again. Anyway, we mustn't consume any more of Draco's time… his princess is waiting."
Blaise howled in laughter and Draco had half the mind to curse them both and be done with it. But, alas, he didn't have any cursing time. Shouldn't keep Granger waiting.
"If I had more time…" He let his threat hang and hurried off. Blaise and Theodore exchanged grins.
"He's smitten."
"At least it's with a beautiful and intelligent one this time."
"And let's just hope it lasts." Blaise grimaced. "Despite her being a Gryffindor. Do you think both houses will agree to it?"
Theodore shrugged. "To be frank, I couldn't care less. Draco's life, he can do what he pleases."
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Hermione felt that all eyes were boring on to her but knew that that was not the case. She was nervous—she never really had a boyfriend before so whatever was about to transpire would be an entire new world for her. She would not only have a boyfriend, but she would have somebody that would require her to fight to be with. Her house did not agree with his and despite house unity, hundreds of years of animosity could not simply be forgotten.
Yet… it was what she wanted to do. It was what she knew she had to do.
Hermione saw Ginny and Kellah chatting in a corner and had to be quick to avoid them. The proverbial butterflies were going crazy in her stomach and she could not bear to wait a second longer.
She had to see Draco.
She had to give him her answer.
After what felt like an eternity, Hermione arrived at the Astronomy Tower and was pleased to see that it was empty. Walking slowly towards the window, Hermione looked down at the scenery before her. Draco wasn't there yet and she decided to take the moment to breathe and calm down.
Their entire relationship was surreal and it kept getting better and better. Hermione could stay in his arms forever—he was just so different. She wasn't an expert when it came to the opposite sex, but she knew what she felt and trusted it.
"Penny for your thoughts, bookworm?"
Hermione broke from her reverie and was excited to see Draco afloat before her, mounted on Lightyear.
She decided to say the first thing that came to mind: "How do you know what a penny is?"
Draco chuckled and extended his hand out to her. Without thinking twice she put her hand in his and allowed him to pull her out of the window and on to Lightyear, right in front of him. He wrapped his hands around her body to grip Lightyear's stick and, in that moment, Draco took the opportunity to whisper in her ear: "To fraternize with a beautiful muggle-born like you, I took it upon myself to learn the muggle language."
Hermione felt a tingle run down her spine and opted to say nothing. Draco's chest rumbled with laughter and, with a quick kiss just behind her earlobe, Draco took off into the cloudy sky.
Hermione was acutely aware of the warmth seeping from his body into hers. Her heart was racing a kilometre a minute… she was both used to and not used to that feeling. During Lightyear's ascent Draco released his left hand from the stick and wrapped it around Hermione's waist, ultimately pulling her closed towards his body; as much of a shocker as that motion was, Hermione was completely at ease. Hermione had been surrounded by boys and men her entire life. Her two best friends were boys… but nobody had ever made her feel the way Draco made her feel.
Heck, not even Krum… and he was really interested in her.
"You okay, bookworm?"
"I am." Hermione managed to squeak.
When Draco brought Lightyear to the altitude he wanted, he levelled his broom and held onto Hermione for a moment longer before relinquishing his hold on her. To say that the cold air slapped him would be an understatement; Hermione belonged in his arms. Without her there, he felt entirely incomplete.
He couldn't wait until she was his…
"Now that I have spared you a moment, or two," Draco slyly winked at the girl sitting before him. She had managed to shimmy so that she was sitting with both legs swung over the side of Lightyear; it gave her a better opportunity to look at Draco.
And, for what was going to happen, she kind of wanted to see the looks on his face.
"What did you want to talk about?"
Hermione stared into his pale eyes for an instant… how did Merlin allow anybody to be as perfect as Draco?!
"Fuck the bloody hierarchy, Hermione. Fuck it all. We're more than friends; you know it as well as I do. I'm not one to play mind games, to have either one of us contemplate what kind of relationship we're in. Perhaps Hogwarts can't know yet, for obvious reasons… but for us… for you and me… I want this."
"Want… what?"
"You. I want you for me, just me. I don't want Gunnar thinking he has a chance—fuck, I don't want anybody to have the slim chance of taking you away from me."
"What… are you—"
"I want you to be my girlfriend."
After what felt like an eternity, Hermione cleared her throat. "We once established a hierarchy…"
Draco gave her the time she needed. He couldn't say that he could empathize with her entirely, but he wanted to be as understanding as he possibly could. Subconsciously he placed a hand on the small of her back and began to rub his thumb up and down. Hermione's mind immediately zoned to the spot where his hand rested…
Damn him and his effect on me.
"It was quite unconventional…" Hermione continued. "To have such a hierarchy… but we did. I suppose our relationship could be defined as unconventional in and of itself?"
"It could be." Draco murmured his voice music to Hermione's ears. "Neither of us has been known to stick to convention since day one… wouldn't you say?"
Hermione smiled. "I suppose you're right…"
"If you need more time, bookworm…" Hermione cut Draco off by placing her hand over his mouth, a very physical way of telling him to 'shut up.' Her reaction confused her, let alone Draco.
"No," her voice was barely audible. "It took me enough time to get the courage to ask to you meet me. If I wait any longer, I won't be able to tell you that I want to be with you."
Hermione's eyes widened. She didn't realize that she would blurt it out so quickly… great, so much for self-control, Hermione.
Slowly she released her hand from Draco's mouth. His eyes were locked onto hers and it felt as if an eternity elapsed. A lone hawk – neither wanted to entertain where it came from – flew past them, mercilessly shrieking. The world disappeared around the duo; the atmosphere disintegrated and they were flying in the middle of a white vacuum.
Hermione could hear the blood pounding in her ear—or perhaps that was her heart. She wasn't sure anymore.
Draco brought his hand up and cupped her face. Instinctively Hermione leaned in to his touch…
"You want to… what?"
Hermione gulped. Well, the ferret was out of the bag… may as well just be up-front.
"Be with you."
"As in… my girlfriend?"
Hermione grinned. "Well, if you prefer something more… permanent."
Draco's eyes widened before his features relaxed and his smile widened. "One step at a time, bookworm. After all, we have a hierarchy in place."
Hermione was aware that her little wifey joke did not faze Draco at the least bit. In fact, if she didn't know any better, she would say that he was anticipating something along the lines of more 'permanent.'
"As in your girlfriend." Hermione referred to his earlier question. She didn't need magic to see the excitement radiating from his body. He really wanted to be with her, and that made her even more excited. Such a decision took a tremendous toll on her and she was glad that she made the choice she did…
No matter what the future had in store, at least Hermione could gladly say she had no regrets… after all, she got the boy.
"Can I seal it with a kiss?"
Hermione tilted her face up. "Do you have to ask?"
And the rest was history…
.xx.
Dear Gabriella,
Will you be happy to know that I did it? I told him that I wanted to be with him and… well… I suppose you can say that I have a boyfriend?
I will wait for you to scream now.
…
Are you quite done? Good, then I shall continue.
I suppose you would like to know how it happened. Well, I told him that I needed to speak to him and we agreed to meet at the Astronomy Tower… I got there a little before he did and was waiting for him when, without me noticing, he appears in front of me on his broomstick.
And before you ask, he did look quite dapper. Plus, his hair was blowing in the wind—it was quite the sight to see. He puts his hand out for me and I took a hold of it. Quite effortlessly he pulled me onto the broom and we flew into the sky… he had me sitting in front of him and well…
Hermione continue to pen her letter to her best friend, Gabriella Mitt. It was quite refreshing to have a friend that wasn't involved in the Wizarding World. Gabriella knew everything there was to know about the world of magic that Hermione lived in—now, it was unlike Hermione to break the rules; she received special permission from the Ministry of Magic to reveal to Gabriella the secrets of their world. The Ministry had Gabriella under a spell so that should she tell anybody, even family, about Hermione's secret, her memory would instantly be wiped and anything she knew about Hermione, including childhood memories, would be instantly forgotten.
So immersed in her letter writing that Hermione didn't realize Kellah come take a seat beside her the bed.
"You look deep in thought."
Hermione looked up from her letter. "Oh, hey Kell… just writing to my friend."
"Muggle?"
Hermione nodded and glanced down at her letter for a moment before putting it down on the side. "Yeah, muggle. We went to school together when I was younger… before my Hogwarts letter."
Kellah grinned. "It's sweet how you have friends that are out of Hogwarts… couldn't say the same for some people in this school. Anyway… the girls and I were talking and well, they voluntold me to see you so here I am."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Voluntold? For what?"
"You've been kind of… out of it… and we are concerned."
Hermione gulped. She and Draco are supposed to be a public thing… so she could essentially tell Kellah. But she wasn't sure how Kellah would react to it… or any of the girls for that matter. Heck, all of Hogwarts might be in a state of commotion.
Best not to say anything yet… the school and her friends would know, but in due time.
"I'm fine. Just a few things on my mind, that's all." Hermione was not going to take such a huge decision that was telling her housemates of her relationship status change without consulting Draco. Hermione decided she may as well use this situation to leverage her Potion's project. "Stressing about Snape's project, that's all."
Kellah's eyes widened. "You?! Stressing?!"
Hermione grinned. "Yes, Kell, I am capable of stressing too."
"Over what?!"
"I have to figure out a cure for heartbreak and I'm here pulling hair trying to figure out how to analyze the magical properties of heartbreak. To my knowledge, there is nobody in this school right now that is heartbroken." Hermione tilted her head and watched Kellah's expression change. She knew that her response was not what Kellah was expecting… but so be it. Gryffindor – no, Hogwarts wasn't ready to hear about her and Draco's relationship.
"Lavender was pretty heartbroken over what Ron did."
Hermione snorted. "Kell, you and I both know she is over that. Didn't you catch her flirting with Seamus?"
Kellah giggled. "I did… so that's it? You swear?"
"I swear."
"Well… in that case," Kellah looked both ways before leaning towards Hermione. "Word in the corridor is that some fifth year Ravenclaw just broke up with her boyfriend. He's a sixth year Hufflepuff—they'd been dating since she was in second year. She seems pretty… heartbroken."
Hermione would've kissed Kellah. The girl was comedic and entertaining as she was reliable. "Does this girl have a name?"
"Orla Quirke."
Hermione choked on air. "Orla?! Are your resources correct?!"
"They're never incorrect." Kellah harrumphed. "She was dating a Vance Kitimat for some time."
"Vance? Never heard of him…"
"Never left the Common Room from what I hear."
"Then how'd he and Orla meet?"
Kellah shrugged. "Beats me. Perhaps you can find out during your research?"
Hermione laughed. "You've made my project that much easier. Thanks Kell."
"Anytime… and listen, if you do need a friend to talk to you and letter writing to your muggle friend isn't enough, you have me, okay?"
Hermione leaned over and hugged Kellah. "Thanks."
"Anytime." And she left.
Hermione filed that little bit of information in the To-Do pile in her brain. She never knew Orla was dating a Vance… she didn't even know there was a Vance that went to their school. Shows how much Hermione knew—perhaps she was too engrossed with defeating Voldemort over the past few years.
She was just about to return to her letter to Gabriella when a tapping on her window caught her attention. Hermione was both surprised and excited to see…
"Bubo bubo?!" What was Draco's owl doing there?
She let the owl in and allowed it to perch on one of the posters of her bed as she unrolled the letter that Bubo brought with him.
Dear Miss. Granger
It was an invitation…
You are cordially invited to the Masquerade Ball that will be hosted at the Malfoy Manor on October 31st. Dress code will be in effect, visitors without the invitation or a masque will not be allowed entry.
Procession beings at 7 sharp. Party will be held in the Grand Malfoy Ballroom.
Escort preferred, not required.
Thank you in advance,
Malfoy Family
Hermione gawked at the letter. No way did Lucius and Narcissa send her this letter… Draco had to have gotten a copy of the invitation template and filled in her name himself. They just started dating a few hours ago! Merlin, her parents didn't even know yet.
While she was engrossed in the invitation, which had the beautiful Malfoy crest stamped onto it, she missed the tapping on her window. It took Bubo Bubo to perch himself on Hermione's head and peck at her for her to turn her attention to the flying Adonis outside of her bedroom window.
"Draco?!" She hurried to the window and cranked it open.
"Good evening, princess." Draco drawled in his ever perfect voice. Hermione's heart raced. "Might I ask for your attendance tonight for some dinner? We can discuss your concerns over your invitation."
"How did…"
"Now's not that time, I saw your girlfriends headed towards the Common Room on my fly up here—and before you ask, I saw them leave the Great Hall just before I left. Kellah came in to tell them something and they all left."
Hermione crossed her arms. "So you are guessing they're coming up here."
"A very educated guess. Now, might I ask for your attendance?"
Hermione laughed. "Yes, you might. Let me just—" She turned around and threw her comforter over the letter and clutched her invitation in her hand. "There we are." Hermione headed to the window and took Draco's outstretched arm.
When she sat comfortably on the broom behind him he took the liberty to turn around and place a gentle peck on her lips. "I missed you."
Her heart pounded. She would never expect Draco Malfoy to tell her that he missed her…
"I missed you too." She murmured. He smiled, softly… his eyes were half-lidded and he pecked her once more before commanding Lightyear to take off into the dusk sky.
Whatever her destiny had in store, Hermione was ready…
.xx.
Edited: August 9, 2016
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