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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 had her arms wrapped around Draco's waist. Her fear of heights diminished quicker and quicker each and every time she was with Draco on Lightyear, speeding through the Hogwarts skies. Her heart pounded against her chest and the butterflies in her stomach flittered uncontrollably. The sweet smell of autumn assaulted Hermione's senses and she felt as if she was on cloud nine…
She was with – quite possibly – one of the most important men in her life flying through the sky in the middle of her favourite season (and autumn being her favourite had nothing to do with the fact that she was an autumn baby). If she was struck by lightning, she would die a content and blissful woman… minus the fact she didn't achieve anything in terms of her career but if she wasn't an ambitious career-driven woman, then this would be a blissful death.
"You're quite quiet back there, bookworm; anything the matter?"
His husky voice broke her from her revierie. How could it be that even when he spoke it was absolutely perfect? It rocked her senses, quite literally.
"Nothing," she replied as she tried to keep her voice stable. "Just thinking."
"About anything in particular?" Draco expertly guided his broom to over the Forbidden Forest. Hermione was in no way concerned about where he was going… she trusted him that much. It was almost frightening.
"Nope." Her reply, although short, was lighthearted and Draco chuckled.
"You pique my interest, Granger; and that too in a good way."
Hermione squeezed his abdomen gently. "I'm glad. I need to be interesting to keep you interested in me." She enunciated the suffix in interest.
"I'm afraid that if you turned yourself into a pigmy plant, I'd still be utterly fascinated by you. You're a wild flower—untamed, and I just can't help but want to get to know everything about you." Draco began to descend Lightyear into the Forbidden Forest. During his descent he pulled his wand out of his windbreaker pocket and shot it straight in front of him causing a silvery cloud to shoot from the tip.
A barrier spell.
If Hermione's deduction was correct (which they always were), Draco was creating a small barrier in the middle of the forest so that wherever he landed was safe from the stalking creatures of the forest. Strangely enough, it was quite romantic.
"I don't know whether I should feel complimented or insulted that you would go as far as saying you'd be fascinated if I was a pigmy."
Draco chuckled while pocketing his wand. "If, by chance, you turned into a pigmy plant, the first thing I would do is curse the living shite out of the bastard who turned my girlfriend into a pudgy little plant."
Her heart leapt into her throat.
Girlfriend…
It sounded wonderful.
"And then I would go to Madam Sprout to figure out how to reverse it."
"I think McGonagall would be the better option…"
Draco snorted. "Whatever. A professor is a professor… I wouldn't want to take the risk unto myself. Who knows, I may transfigure you in to an inanimate object and then where would I be?"
"Where would you be?"
"In an utter state of despair. Now, hold on tight… I'm going to make a rough landing… I can't wait to get my hands all over you."
Hermione grinned. She couldn't wait either…
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"Lleisgar." (Rise)
Ochre-eyes blinked emotionlessly. They were trained on his subordinates rising from their bowing position—it had been many moons since his mercenaries stepped foot on his soil. They deserved a proper feast to commemorate their journey between the realms.
"Yth geou ukris zahae dout visekic sva bilnol. Ihk jaka, yth gribkoan!" (We will talk about your adventures at dusk. For now, we feast!_
Heads thrown back, the dragons of Thaczil (Land)roared loudly, many magic retaining dragons unleashing their oral fury. Fire and ice danced amongst each other and the shrieks grew louder; wings beat, causing a storm of winds to unravel.
It was good to be home.
A Hungarian Horntail and a Hellfire Wyvern came to stand at the side of their merciless leader, Kapral Zabini. The dragons of Thaczil revered him like no other, and it was Kapral Zabini that would continue to protect the Ring of Chaos and ensure that the Chaos Theory remained a hidden mystery from prying eyes.
The Hungarian Horntail was the Kapral's Darzulf: the devil's advocate. The Hellfire Wyvern was the Darharkt: the voice of reason. They were the left and right hand dragons of the king and helped ensure that everything the king ordered was under the decree of the Wadoya. Disobeying the elders was considered a high crime amongst the dragons.
"Darastrixi," (dragons) Kapral Zabini's eyes scanned his dragons. The sky was bright, the sun shining beautifully over the vast greenness of the Thaczil. They were realms away from earth and that was how Kapral Zabini liked it… he did not want the humans to get involved in the dragon's ancient role in the universe. "Let us proceed to the Central Canyon and welcome our warriors back from Earth! I am sure that they have many tales to tell…"
With a final roar of joy, the dragons began to saunter towards the canyon. As Kapral Zabini was about to step down from his post, the Horntail, Ixen, stopped him.
"A word, Kapral."
Kapral Zabini nodded and ushered for the Wyvern, Xarzith, to follow the other dragons to the central canyon. Zabini and Ixen waited for the Grand Foyer to clear before speaking. Their place of residence was the ethereal Rilark Zabini (Castle Zabini), an open concept castle that allowed for the dragons to freely fly in and out. Underneath the castle was a deep cavern of water allowing marine dragons to freely swim in and out of the castle vicinity.
The Grand Foyer was a place to receive the dragons upon their return from their treacherous missions into different realms. Kapral Zabini always made sure to welcome them as if it was his own brother returning—his dragon mercenaries did more for him than his kin did.
"Yes, Ixen?" Zabini's eyes blinked twice before his body began convulsing. Ixen took a step back and watched as his king's body bubbled and shifted, shrinking quickly. Bones cracked and a few dragon scales shed before Kapral Zabini's majestic dragon form reclined into a small human, barely the size of Ixen's big toe.
Ixen fell to all fours and looked at his king through one eye. "Blaise has been skipping classes. Again."
Zabini groaned. "How did I know? After how many warnings… get me a howler—actually, no. A personal visit is in order this time. I thought his mother had taken care of his terrible habit."
"Don't be rough Kapra—"
"I think it's about time I taught that boy a lesson." Kapral Zabini rolled up the sleeves to his cotton peasant shirt. "At this rate, I doubt he will ever take over the Dragon Empire."
Ixen chuckled, a puff of smoke coming from his nostrils. "Just go easy on him. He did help defeat Voldemort. Besides… Blaise doesn't even know you exist, how is he ever to know that he could potentially take over the Empire."
Zabini decided to ignore the latter point. "Voldemort or not, it does not give him an excuse to skip classes. You and Xarzith are in charge, I shall return in a few days. I have to have a word with my… wife." Ixen managed to barely stand up; Kapral Zabini was already gone.
Teleported, to the Wizarding World.
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Harry and Ginny's fingers were interlaced as they walked with their friends to the Gryffindor Common Room. They were speaking nothing of absolute interest; just aimless babbling to pass the time. Ron was munching on a few Bertie Botts and Seamus stole a few from him every now and then.
"Doesn't life seem a bore now that Voldy is gone?"
All eyes turned to Ron. Ginny's eyebrow twitched.
"Voldy?"
Ron grinned. "We've been so afraid of saying his actual name, I figure now that the bloke is dead, I'd give him a nickname. Besides, Voldemort is one syllable too many."
Dean snickered and Seamus actually laughed. Ginny, Harry, Fay, Lavender, Parvati, and Kellah groaned.
"That was a pathetic attempt at being funny, Ronald." Lavender muttered and Ron pointedly ignored her. Sure, their relationship was amicable to say the least, but that didn't mean they didn't really like each other. Their relationship was quite the complicated one, to say the least.
"Off of Voldy's topic." Dean dodged a punch Kellah threw at him. "What's the update on Hermione, Kells?"
Kellah shrugged and snagged a jellybean shaped treat from Ron. "I spoke to her today, she was concerned about her Potion's project—at least that's what she told me; something about analyzing a heartbreak in order to cure it? Told her about Orla, she seemed better after that."
Harry frowned. "I don't believe that for a second. We're talking about the Hermione Grang—"
"Hello!"
The Gryffindors turned to their Durmstrang classmate and admirer of aforementioned Granger, Gunnar.
"Hello, Gunnar." Ginny greeted him with a smile. Kellah tried to stifle her laughter, Gunnar tried so hard.
"How are all of you?"
"We're fine," Dean shoved Seamus and Harry so that he could be up front and centre for the conversation. He was as twisted as Kellah was, and Fay took notice. They were so meant for each other. Fay considered it her destiny now, to set Dean and Kellah up. "How are you?"
"Good… ah… well… I haven't seen Hermione… around?" Gunnar didn't want to admit it, but the gaggle of Gryffindors intimidated him. Especially if that gaggle was let by the Boy-Who-Lived; he was a legend among legends and despite being a Durmstrang man, Gunnar couldn't help but feel a bit giddy in the presence of Harry Potter.
Slightly fanboyish.
"You'd be lucky if you did," Seamus called with a mouthful of confectionaries. Ron nodded with agreement.
"Finnigan is right… she lives in the library. Or her dormitory."
"With her books." Ginny added. "Why, did you need her for something? I could relay a message to her…"
Gunnar shook his head. "No… ah, I mean, I wanted to know if… well… if she was available this weekend, is all."
Harry and Dean exchanged glances and Fay walked away; she couldn't hold in her laughter. Kellah bit her lower lip and decided to let the boy down nicely: "Sorry, Gunnar… it's Hermione's birthday this weekend and we're taking her out to Hogsmeade."
Gunnar's eyes widened. "Is it really?"
Ginny nodded and was about to say something but Gunnar beat her to it.
"I must get her something then!"
"No you really don't hav—" Harry started but Gunnar cut him off.
"No, no, I must. Thank you. I have to go… bye!"
The group watched with amusement as Gunnar scurried off. Fay returned, tears streaming down her eyes… she was having too much fun. "Did that just…?"
"It did." Ron said slowly. "I don't know if I should feel sorry for the bloke or…"
"Feel sorry for Hermione." Ginny finished her brother's thoughts. "I would never let her date him."
"I'd let her date… Crabbe before Gunnar." Dean chimed.
Seamus nodded. "Or Malfoy."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Can we not talk about who Hermione is or isn't allowed to date?" He saw his friends groan in disappointment but Harry wasn't about to let them stand around and discuss Hermione's love life. He was a better friend than that.
"Gunnar did bring up a good point though—her birthday."
"I thought we decided my brother's joke shop and then Florean Fortescue for dessert?"
Kellah shook her head and took another Bertie Botte from Ron. "We did, but she's turning nineteen… we need to do something a bit more… extravagant. Besides, it's because of her we're still in school and alive…"
"Otherwise that basilisk from second year would've eaten us all." Ginny muttered. She was the one directly affected by the second year incident.
"How about a surprise party?" Lavender spoke up. She was quiet the whole time, but she wasn't one for interactions like the one with Gunnar. She, like Harry, didn't like to meddle in other people's drama. She had enough of her own.
"We can count on Mia to be out of the Common Room long enough for us to conjure up decorations. We'll grab a cake and desserts from Forescue, floo to Diagon Alley and buy her some goodies and make it back in time?" Lavender watched her friends' expressions and they seemed to like her idea.
"It could… work." Harry said slowly.
"We have a few days," Ron looked around. "We can take turns distracting her?"
"Done deal!" Ginny squealed. "Ohhh, she's going to love this!"
.xx.
Hermione was lying on a pale green picnic blanket with Draco atop her, kissing her neck without mercy. Her fingers ran through his striking hair; the feeling her body was experiencing was of pure ecstasy. Draco had one arm propping himself up, so that he wouldn't crush her, and the resting just in the groove of her hip. His lips left a burning trail of desire along the column of her neck and the stroke of his tongue did not alleviate that sensation.
Hermione bit back an involuntary moan of approval.
Draco used his nose to nudge the Healer Pendant away from his trail. He loved that she was so dedicated to wearing a gift he got her. Never had he put so much thought into getting a gift for somebody before; the first time he did, the reaction displayed by his beloved recipient was more than what he could've hoped for.
Deciding to leave her neck for her lips, Draco trailed his kisses up to her mouth and enveloped her lips with his own. Hermione bit his lower lip and Draco used the opportunity to flip them over, so that she was now on top of him. He would not have guessed that he would be in the Forbidden Forest making out with Hermione Granger…
And if somebody told him that it would happen, he would've scoffed and called them an idiot.
But, damn… he sure was the idiot. He missed out on Granger for seven years… he could've had all of this for at least two of those seven years (considering he was a total and utter idiot for the first five years of his Hogwarts schooling experience; it was only when he realized what Voldemort was doing did he realise the error of his ways)…
He wasn't the same man he was now that he was two, even one year ago. He wouldn't have given Granger the attention she deserved—he was too engulfed with blood supremacy. Hermione trailed her kisses to his ear and nibbled on his earlobe and it was his turn to moan involuntarily.
Unfortunately for him, his stomach decided to moan as well. Hermione giggled and sat up, straddling Draco at his hips. "Hungry, Mister Bad Faith?"
"For you." Draco winked flirtatiously while pushing back a stray bang the escaped from Hermione's messy but perfect bun. "That was some of the best snogging in my life."
"Quite the compliment, blondie." Hermione dismounted Draco and he sat up. He quickly ruffled his hair and leaned back on his left arm, never taking his eyes off of Hermione.
"It's true. I can't keep my hands off of you."
"Likewise."
Grinning cheekily, Draco leaned forward and placed a chaste peck on Hermione's lips before snapping his fingers. Like magic (how funny) a picnic basket appeared in front of him. "Do you know that I love picnics?"
Hermione giggled. "I had a feeling…"
"And I love picnicking with you."
"It is our fourth."
"Of many more to come."
"I don't know," Hermione tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Malfoy of Hufflepuff did offer me this and so much more."
Draco snorted. "Yes, but Malfoy of Slytherin can do what Hufflepuff can plus so much more. Besides, you're my Granger, and nobody else's."
Again with the butterflies. How did Draco do that?
Hermione flipped open the picnic basket and pulled out a cutely cut sandwich. She wasn't going to say anything about Draco's attention to detail, but she found it to be rather adorable. "Hey, question for you." She started while unwrapping the cellophane.
"Hmm?" Draco already shoved a tiny sandwich into his mouth.
"How do we break it to the… school?"
Draco swallowed, with great difficulty. Shouldn't have put the whole thing in my mouth. "We just do. We agreed, no hiding. Right?"
Hermione nodded. "Right… but… how?"
"Well, my friends already know, so not much to say there. You worry about your friends, and the rest of the school can bite my perfect Malfoy arse—I don't answer to them and they don't answer to me."
The image of his perfect Malfoy arse crossed her mind and she couldn't help but blush. She was quite glad that Draco didn't notice; how embarrassing would that have been.
"I suppose you're right." Hermione murmured.
"Aren't I always?"
"You're still cocky as ever."
Draco smirked. "I might be enthralled by you ethereal beauty, bookworm… but that won't change the Slytherin in me."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I suppose blondie." She leaned forward and ruffled his hair. "You can be such a cutie patootie."
"I disagree! I am not a patootie."
Hermione couldn't help the bubble of laughter that sprang to her lips. Draco's genuine annoyance made her laugh. "You are a patootie."
"I am not. Patootie's aren't capable of eliciting the noises that you made today." Draco definitely turned the table and Hermione decided to give him a point for that one. Always keeping her on her toes this one… it was rather refreshing.
"Fine. You win. But you're still a patootie."
"Yeah, yeah." Draco waved her off and shoved another sandwich in her mouth. "'fufs ooh?"
Hermione paused. "Pardon me?"
Draco swallowed, again with great difficulty, and repeated his question. "What's new, bookworm?"
Hermione pulled the crumpled invitation from her pocket and laid it in front of her. "Apart from this invitation? Nothing. Care to explain?"
Draco grinned. "I managed to loot a few from my parents before the school year started… I was originally going to hand them out to a few unwanted guests… you know," he threw up finger quotation marks and said: "To irritate my parents…" End air-quotes. "But I figure I may as well put one invitation to good use. Besides, it's a masquerade so you won't have to feel uncomfortable. I know there're a few out there who still have the blood supremacy notion running through their veins…" Draco gently took Hermione's hand in his own. "But I'll be there with you the entire time…"
Hermione studied his eyes. Well, she wasn't anticipating such a decision to be made on the first day of being Draco's girlfriend…
And she really didn't want to go back to the Malfoy Manor so soon… Memories of Bellatrix and Draco teetering on the edge of life and death still haunted her dreams.
Draco sensed Hermione's apprehension and tugged her hand, ushering her to come close to him. Hermione crawled over and sad with her back pressed against his chest. Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and resting his chin on top of her head. "You don't have to, Hermione." His chest rumbled as he spoke, and the way her name tumbled from her lips made her quiver with a feeling unknown.
"I know my house doesn't correlate to happy memories for you… and I know you don't want to meet my parents so soon…"
Hermione exhaled loudly. "May I think about it?"
"Of course." Draco placed a gentle kiss just behind her ear. "Take all the time you need, bookworm."
Why is he so perfect?
"Did you have other plans?"
Hermione closed her eyes and relaxed in Draco's arms; the shadows that the tall trees of the forest created were almost magical—in a fantastical sense. Hermione felt as if she was in those old Disney books her mother used to read to her as a child… like Snow White, living inside of an enchanted forest that sparkled by day, and roared by night.
It was a wonderful feeling…
"Not that I know of. My muggle friend, Gabriella – I told you about her, right?"
She felt Draco nod.
"She normally has as party at her house every year. She mentioned she wanted us to come but I hadn't really given her a definitive answer… it was while we were still exchanging letters."
Draco smiled. "Take your time to think about it… you don't need to decide right away…"
Hermione twisted around and looked in to Draco's eyes. "Thanks."
His response to her was a heart melting, soul surging kiss.
.xx.
Theodore, Blaise, and Adrian were playing wizard poker in the Slytherin Common room when Draco entered, holding Lightyear over his shoulder. Blaise raised a hand in acknowledgement and Adrian held his fist out, which Draco bumped while walking past him.
"Got the princess?" Theo asked before ushering to a pitcher of butter beer that was on the floor beside their game. Draco flicked his wand and the pitcher poured itself a glass, which then floated to Draco.
"Ever had a doubt?"
Blaise grinned. "Good man. Happy?"
"Yep." Draco nodded. Those were his friends; men of few words.
"How is she taking it?"
"Good. Worried about what others will think, though."
"To hell with that." Adrian snorted. "Who cares what the school has to think, it's your life."
"Tell her that. I'm worried how she's going to tell the Gryffindors." Draco stretched onto the sofa and sipped his beer. "They're more concerned about inter-house mingling than we are. And we're supposedly the infamous house that's hell-bent on blood supremacy."
Theo flicked a poker chip in the air and caught it before glancing over his shoulder to look at Draco. "If they so much as fuck with a hair on her head, they have us to answer to."
Draco smirked. He had a wonderful group of Snakes—"Her birthday is coming up."
"Let's throw her a shindig." Blaise automatically called. Draco shook his head.
"Nah, she probably'll want to spend time with the Gryffindors."
Blaise snorted. "Nothing special about them… but you're right. Gonna get her something, mate?" Blaise looked over at Draco who nodded.
"I have an idea… a few actually." Unfortunately for Draco, Theodore had owl-in ordered the jewel encrusted pen from Knockturn Alley for Tracey. Oh well, no point crying over spilt milk; Draco already had other ideas of what he could get his lady.
"I have a feeling that people will rue the day they mess with Hermione Granger." Adrian muttered and the boys laughed.
Draco sipped his butter beer. "You could say th—"
He was cut off when the Common Room door swung open. All eyes turned to a… howler.
Blaise paled. "Oh shit…"
BLAISE ZABINI!
It was Blaise's mother's voice.
WHAT IS THIS I HEAR ABOUT YOU SKIPPING CLASSES… AGAIN?! I was going to PERSONALLY come young man, but thought against it. This is the THIRD howler I'm sending you in a WEEK.
If I hear ONE MORE TIME YOU SKIPPED I will PERSONALLY come to your school to teach you a lesson!
Oh, and hello boys.
The howler disintegrated into a puff of smoke and all boys just stared at it, still.
Blaise was the first to recover. "That woman must have spies on me…"
The other three boys nodded in agreement. How else could Aurelia Zabini know about Blaise skipping classes?
"… I guess uh… no skipping Dark Arts tomorrow morning?"
Draco's eyes widened and Theodore looked at Blaise like he lost his mind.
"You fucking believe no skipping Dark Arts tomorrow, you idiot."
Blaise grinned sheepishly. "I can't help it!"
"Better help it now." Draco muttered as he lay back on the sofa again, sipping his butter beer. He closed his eyes momentarily and the image of a smiling Hermione flashed into his mind. He smiled himself…
Merlin, was he ever lucky.
.xx.
Edited: August 11, 2016
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