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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."
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"Must we go?" Ron groaned from his spot in the Common Room. The eighth year Gryffindors were preparing to leave for Defense Against the Dark Arts and, as usual, the usual Gryffindors were whining about not going. And, of course, the usual were Neville and Ron.
"Ronald," Hermione snarled while descending from the dormitory, "you know what the answer to that will be."
"But we defeated—"
"Voldemort." The entire Common Room chimed together, simultaneous to Ron. Everybody laughed, their Voldemort jokes never got old; especially when it was Ron that was whining about it. Hermione made it to the base of the stairs and grinned at her friends.
"Are we ready to learn?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Learn what?"
"Expelliarmus!" Dean roared and again they fell into peals of laughter. "I shall disarm you to doom! Arg!" Dean waved his wand around dramatically.
"To hell with the other three." Seamus drawled in his distinct Irish accent. "It's all about Lockhart's second year lesson in disarming."
Kellah snickered. "Yes, when Harry kicked Draco's ass."
"And made a snake chase Justin." Fay giggled. "Good times…"
Kellah came around to Hermione and looped an arm through hers. "I'm sure somebody could write a novella about all the things we've been through."
Dean raised an eyebrow in Kellah's direction. Much to Fay's glee, Dean and Kellah had been flirting quite frequently and Fay's dream of hooking those two up was slowly coming to life. "A novella? Don't you mean a novel? I think it would take more than seven consecutive novels in a series to document everything we have been through."
Ron raised his hand from his laying down position on an armchair. "I volunteer."
Hermione grinned. "Consult the thesaurus, Ron."
"I resent that. I think I can cleverly depict the instances of our—ahh bloody hell, I can't talk like you." Sinking further in to the armchair, Ron closed his eyes. He was so close to falling asleep. They had Defense Against the Dark Arts in ten minutes and it was far too early to be doing anything but sleeping.
Hermione began hurrying her friends. "Come on, let's go! Wake up Ron! Remus will be assigning our first projects tod—"
Neville groaned. "Seriously? Why… we defeated Volde—"
"Mort!" Ron finished Neville's complaint. "Thank you! I keep telling everybody tha—okay, okay, I'm coming." It was Harry's glare that made Ron shush his mouth and get out of his armchair. "Bloody Defense Against the Dark Arts—what Dark Arts?! We showed those Dark Arts who its granny is and blew the knickers off their flat arses."
"Would you like some cheese with that wine, Ron?" Fay grinned.
"Shut your mouth, Dunbar." Ron playfully called back as the group of eighth years exited their Common Room. It felt good to have such comradery; perhaps battling for life and death over the course of seven years resulted in an unbreakable bond.
In any case, Hermione appreciated it. Still linked with Kellah, Hermione gave Parvati, who was in front of her, a little nudge. It was her way of giving her a friendly gesture. It bugged her that she couldn't tell them about Draco but, alas, that news would be better off shared at a much more appropriate time.
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The skies were dark, which was rather unusual. It was not supposed to rain at all during the week—the Gryffindors were planning Hermione's birthday outing and did not count on getting rained on. Of course, a spell here, an invisibility cloak there, the rain would not be a problem but it was the concept behind it. The darkness, the lightning, the roaring thunder… it all put a damper on the mood.
Draco walked a few paces in front of his lagging friends. The thunder and lightning did not bother them as much; they were submerged underwater and often times did not even know it was raining until after they left their Common Room. In the back of his mind, however, he knew that Hermione hated thunderstorms for reasons untold and that thought bothered him immensely.
"Maybe the rain is a bad omen." Adrian mused. "In mythological folklore, unexpected thunderstorms are the result of dragons tearing the barrier between our worlds and entering ours. Their roars are supposed to sound like thunder roaring."
Draco rolled his eyes. "We all know what dragons roar like. Fourth year, remember? Retrieve the golden egg? I think their roars sound more like a mix between a banshee and Trelawney…"
Blaise snickered. "To that statement, I concur."
"I give you that," Adrian snorted, "but I mean real dragons, not farmed dragons. The dragons we used in fourth year were all farmed… these dragons are the ones that have the ability to travel between space and time."
Though Draco's exterior was unbelieving, his mind travelled back to the words of the Sorting Hat:
Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy woggy Hogwarts,
Your lights shine bright; enlightening young minds of yonder.
I sing this song, to welcome our students,
and give them something to ponder…
Meeting at the horizon,
The sky and the sea.
A dragon, born from the lion's den;
One,
Out of three.
Salazar's soul; two parts of a whole.
Godric's gift; the spirit of a snake it lifts.
Rowena and Helga, by the sides-
Soon, they'll change the tide.
Can the horizon split?
The seas run away?
Can the sun burn out?
Or are they here to stay?
Another year,
Another beginning.
A union is born,
Between a dragon
And his lady,
And so ends my song.
Could it be that… the dragons from his prophecy are making an appearance? Draco would not discount that possibility—if he learned anything at Hogwarts it was that anything was possible.
"Whatever it is, let's just hope it ends soon." Draco murmured. "The Quidditch match listings are going to be posted early next week and the last thing I need is a rainy match."
Blaise nodded grimly. "Flying in the rain is the worst."
"Seeking in the rain is worse than that." Draco grunted. "There has to be a rule against wet flying—" He paused and smacked his forehead. His friends all burst in to laughter; his phrase sounded rather dirty, and Draco didn't realize that until after the words left his mouth.
I really ought'a think before I speak. He scolded in his mind. Deciding to quickly change the topic, he voiced his earlier thought: "Do you think the sudden thunderstorm has anything to do with the hat's prophecy?"
Adrian raised an eyebrow. "Mate, I thought he was spewing nonsense but now that you mention it…"
"It could be a prophecy." Theodore finished for Adrian. "I wouldn't put it past the hat."
"And now with the sudden thunderstorms and what not…" Adrian's eyes widened. "Maybe?! A lord dragon has entered our realm to find his lady and stop imminent destruction from Voldemort's successor?"
Draco snickered. "Mate, the former part of your statement is more plausible than the latter. Successor my arse; this time I'll disarm the bastard to oblivion. What a waste of seven years…"
"Could've been chasing birds?" Blaise nudged Draco who snickered.
"No, could've gotten myself a Granger a lot sooner."
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"Be seated, everyone!" Remus roared as the eighth years were engaged in riff-raff conversations amongst their little cliques. Despite being mature young adults, they were still little children and, sometimes, had to be treated as such. "I will be going over your project for the year—and it might interest you to know that your project will also be considered your NEWT."
Ron was the first to speak up (he also stood up in vigour, which further outlined his utmost excitement). "So no NEWT?"
Remus shook his head. "For all intents and purposes no, no NEWT, but that means that your project's grade will be heavy and very difficult. I will not be going easy on anybody."
Remus's statement was more for the satisfaction of the class knowing that he would not give preferential treatment to Harry Potter as the Boy-Who-Lived was his child's godfather. As the class settled down in to their seats (Hermione and Draco exchanged flirtatious glances before returning their attention to their professor), Remus began explaining the concept of their project.
"You will work in groups of twos, which will be your tablemate; in creating a new dark art spell. The spell must incorporate five major components and your spell must be accompanied by a written portion; no longer than ten inches of parchment. Now, turn your attention to the back where I will show you visually what your spell must incorporate…"
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"I was never a believer of destiny," Tracey giggled as she walked in tandem with Theodore, "but I just might be a believer now. What are the odds that Granger is your partner for everything?"
Draco glanced idly towards Theodore who shook his head in the negative; he did not tell Tracey about Draco and Hermione's relationship. Theodore felt that that was something that should be revealed by Draco or Hermione. Turning his attention to Tracey, Draco managed a nonchalant shrug.
"Not really destiny, Trace." Draco muttered. "She and I have the highest average of all the students; it makes academic sense to pair us together."
Blaise nodded. "Whatever Draco said but with fewer words."
"Any plans for the weekend?" Adrian asked in an effort to switch the topic. Draco's friend understood completely the situation that he was in, and was trying their best to make it as comfortable and un-awkward as possible.
"Not really." Blaise murmured. "You?"
Draco looked over at Blaise. "Maybe. Might make a trip to the Alley."
"Alley? Diagon Alley?"
Draco nodded. "Hmm…"
"What for?" Theodore asked, but he already knew the answer: it was Hermione's birthday on Saturday.
Just as Theodore predicted, Draco answered. "A friend's birthday."
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Hermione couldn't even get the scream out of her mouth. She was blindfolded and gagged and rudely awoken from her slumber. What the bloody hell is going on?! She thought in desperation. It's Saturday! Why in bloody hell must I be kidnapped on a Saturday?! I wanted to sleep in…
She felt herself being thrown over a shoulder. "Mmmhh phhhfff!" Hermione tried to yell let-me-go but the gag was proving to be quite effective. Before her heart beat out of her chest out of sheer terror, the blindfold was torn off and the gag was removed to reveal a decorated Common Hall and all of her housemates grinning from ear to ear.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
All Hermione could do was gawk in surprise— "… how… but… I was up until 4am studying! When did you do this?!"
Kellah dust invisible dirt off of her shoulder. "You aren't the only clever one, Miss. Granger. I put an alarm charm on you—when you went to bed, an alarm went off on my wand and we all went to work."
Hermione grinned stupidly. "That has to be the best present I could've ever asked for!"
"We haven't given you anything yet…" Ron started slowly but Hermione raised a hand to stop him.
"You did. I never would've thought you lot would've been clever enough to put an alarm charm on me! I didn't think you knew it existed considering how many times Neville and Ron have gone to class late."
Neville frowned. "I disagree! I'm only up looking for Trevor."
"Did he ever show up?" Harry asked, completely off topic. The Gryffindors burst into laughter when Neville shook his head in the negative.
"I'm beginning to think he croaked. Figuratively. And literally—but bringing everything back to Hermione, happy birthday!"
Hermione could not contain the squeal when, with a flick of Seamus's wand presents rained on her. There were big ones and small ones and round ones too, as much as Hermione never admitted to it, she loved getting gifts; it was a wonderful feeling. One by one her friends hugged her with well wishes. Harry, Ron, and Neville all placed a brotherly kiss on her cheek along with their hugs.
"Awww, now I feel slightly bad for hounding all of you all the time." Hermione grinned from within her mountain of gifts.
"If it weren't for you, we would've still been in first year." Fay mumbled in seriousness. "Now open your presents! Wait till you see what Harry got you…"
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"I still can't believe you threw a muggle birthday party in Fortescue's." Hermione said in between bites of her ice cream sundae. She was having a blast all day; her friends surprised her with an early morning birthday celebration complete with gifts and cake. Harry, just as Fay hinted, had gotten her something extraordinary; he managed to get an excuse from Professor McGonagall to enchant a muggle laptop to work in Hogwarts, the only one of its kind. Hermione was now able to surf the internet and stay caught-up with the muggle world… apparently, from what Harry had learned quite recently and that was also thanks to Ginny, Hermione was a sucker for British boybands.
Harry would've never guessed that.
"It wasn't that hard." Dean puffed his chest out in pride. "The floo network is quite reliable. I didn't know we had muggle connections, I was able to floo everything. The quilt that Lav got you is genuine Egyptian cotton… from Egypt! Made by a muggle!"
"Where else is Egyptian cotton from, you dimwit?" Lavender rolled her eyes.
Hermione laughed, her voice drowned out by her friend's laughter. It felt so good to be able to kick back and enjoy life. There was a tugging at her heart, and she knew it meant she wanted to be with Draco but she tucked that urge away. She realized she was missing time with her friends and she enjoyed the moment for what it was. And, as a cherry on top, an owl zipped in to Fortescue's with a letter from Gabriella.
"Hermione's muggle friend!" Seamus drawled in his thick Irish. Hermione shot him a playfully angry look.
"She has a name."
"Aye, first name Muggle, last name Friend."
Seamus left no room for argument. Ignoring him, Hermione unrolled the parchment and began skimming through the letter.
Happy birthday, Hermione!
… have fun today… give your present on Halloween… still coming right?... what did Draco get you?... birthday sex… miss you… found a boy… tell you about him later…
Love, Gabriella
From what Hermione gathered with the quick read was that Gabriella had a present for her which would be given to her during Halloween (Hermione had still yet to decide if she was going to the masquerade ball at Malfoy Manor, or Gabriella's annual costume party), and she was curious to know if Draco had given her hot birthday sex as his present. Additionally, Gabriella had found new man and will tell her about him at a later date.
Hermione was actually surprised at the thoroughness that she was able to skim the letter with, particularly because Neville kept trying to snatch the letter from her and she held with iron fingers.
There were three words in there that Hermione did not want anybody to read. Draco. Malfoy. Sex.
The thought, however, sent shivers down her spine… if his kiss tasted so good; she wondered what else of his would feel surreal.
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Blaise could only gawk at the state of his best mate. The rest of the snakes had retired to their rooms for the night, but Blaise Zabini figured he'd stay up with Draco and witness the strongest willed of the Slytherins slowly lose his mind…
Draco had pink wrapping paper. And a ribbon.
A ribbon that he had to floo to muggle land to purchase! With muggle money.
"You are smitten, Malfoy." Blaise could all but painfully squeeze out. "You have wrapping paper and a ribbon. How the bloody hell—"
"Put a sock in it, Zabini." Draco snarled. He didn't need to be told that he was going insane; he bloody well already knew it. He knew Hermione was a special lady, but even Draco would've never guessed that he would've put so much effort in to getting her a present.
Blaise flopped back onto the couch. "Okay. Sock has been put in. Now care to explain how you're going to get it to her? You can't exactly fly to the tower; it's pouring out there. Bloody rain… the weather-wizards are always wrong."
Draco smirked. "Leave that to me, mate."
"You always have something up your robes."
Draco's mind reeled with the millions of innuendos he could fire, but he decided against it. His mission was to get his presents to Hermione and chattering with Blaise would hinder him from doing so. He swallowed his desires and let Hermione spend the day with her friends, but that night, she was going to be with him.
.xx.
It was a half past eleven and the eighth years were settling down in the Common Room. Hermione was agitated, but didn't reveal that to her friends. It had been an entire day and she hadn't heard from Draco. She wasn't expecting him to pop up in front of her while she was with her friends, but they had a secretly shared diary that he could've communicated with her with. There was only a half an hour left of her actual birthday and her boyfriend hadn't even contacted her.
The voices around her were zoned out and Hermione was staring blankly in to the fireplace. Her excuse for being quiet was that she was tired, and that Gryffindors had such a fun-filled day that she was physically exhausted. On her lap was her enchanted diary and, as the flames of the fire licked the sides of the fireplace, her fingers drummed the hardcover of the book.
"… Quidditch…"
"… Match listing… Monday…"
Hermione caught bits and pieces of the conversation, but not enough to understand what they were talking about. The knot in her stomach kept growing, putting her in an unbearable state. Hermione was about to implode—
Her diary heat up.
Her hear heart began to pound at an unusually accelerated rate. As calmly as possible, Hermione opened her diary and whispered the words that activated it: "Vetitum amicitia."
I know you're quite upset with me bookworm, but allow me to explain myself. You were with your friends all day and as much as I would love to ravish you in the dark corners of this castle, I could not allow myself to be so selfish on your special day. Don't think I haven't noticed that you've been spending quite some time with me, and not a lot of time with your friends. Alas, putting my selfishness to the side, I wanted you to spend the day with your friend before you could spend the night with me… besides; you have ample birthdays in the future in which you can spend both day and night with me.
Hermione couldn't help but gawk at his message.
But, with only less than an hour left of your special day, I would like to have you all to myself. So, when appropriate, please come to the Astronomy Tower. I'll be waiting.
Yours,
Draco
And just as casually she opened the book, Hermione shut it. How the bloody hell was she going to escape her friends without them questioning her?! If ever she was required to use her brain power, it would be at that moment.
.xx.
Draco watched the rain fall harder than ever. It was a curious thing it was, to have so much rain during such an off-peak season. It began suddenly, with no previous warning (and as Blaise said, those blasted weather-wizards were wrong), and it kept going strong. Perhaps Adrian was right? Maybe mythological dragons were ripping through the barriers of both dimensions… maybe it really had something to do with the hat's prophecy… a dragon from another realm could be in search for his lady?
"As long as it's not Voldemort returning, I'm fine." Draco mumbled to himself as a flash of lightning ignited the sky. He was leaned sideways against a column with his arms crossed in front of him. Hermione's gift was afloat beside him… there was only five minutes left before midnight and he was beginning to get quite anxious.
Draco began chewing his bottom lip… if Hermione didn't show up in time then his plans would be—
"Guess who." Soft fingers covered his eyes and the owner of the hand leaned her head against his back. "You have three guesses."
Draco began to smile. "Oh who would be in the Astronomy tower so late at night… could it be… Myrtle?"
Her giggle was infectious. What he said wasn't even funny.
"Or… Snape? I wouldn't be surprised if he did polyjuice himself to be a young sexy woman just to spite me. Blasted godfather…"
"Draco!"
His smile widened. He loved hearing his name from her lips. "Okay, okay, Granger… it's Granger."
Hermione took a content step back and put her hands on her hips as Draco turned around. "About time you messaged me." She said her voice mockingly angry. "I was beginning to think you forgot."
Without missing a beat, Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body straight up against his. "Me? Forget your special day?" He placed a kiss on her forehead. "You don't give me enough credit, bookworm."
"And is this? Messaging me to come out so late… oh the lies I had to lie to get out of the Common Room. Everybody was awake and I surely wasn't able to use the studying excuse… it's getting old."
Draco rubbed his nose against hers. "Keep talking."
"Draco! Be serious."
"I am. Happy birthday." Before she could protest, he pressed his lips against hers and enveloped her with his essence. She inhaled sharply through her nose before bringing her hands up to encircle his neck. With gentle prodding, he used his tongue to gain entrance and the fireworks around her exploded. If possible, Draco pulled her body even closer to his and brought his left hand up to grab a handful of her hair.
"Merlin, I missed you." He whispered in between kisses.
Hermione made a sound that was between a moan and a sigh. "I sincerely thought you forgot…"
"Really?" Draco pulled back. "I'm hurt—" He wasn't able to finish because Hermione caught his lips once again.
"Oh, stop the drama Malfoy."
His chest rumbled in laughter and he tried to detangle himself from his girlfriend. "Okay, okay, drama has been stopped. May I give you your present now?" His heart melted at the way her eyes lit up. Never had he been so satisfied by doing simple things for a woman and bloody hell the feeling was amazing.
"Really?"
He nodded at the floating gift. "Really."
It took all of Hermione's willpower to not squeal. She grabbed the box and sat on the ledge of the tower, Draco followed suite. Hermione admired the wrapping job and, with a look of awe, stared at Draco. "Did you wrap this?"
"No, Bubo did." Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course I did, woman. Do you doubt me?"
"You make picnic sandwiches with the crust cut off and you wrap presents with utmost perfection? Who are you?"
"A Malfoy."
"You can't refer to yourself in the third person anymore, remember?"
"I wasn't going to. Merlin woman, do you have no faith in me?" Draco's voice dropped an octave, sounding sweet... sultry.
Hermione's heart was pounding against her chest, but she kept her composure. "I do have faith. Bad faith."
"Just open the blasted gift." Draco quickly steered the topic back to the actual issue at hand. He really wanted Hermione to see the latest edition of Hogwarts: A History… he had to search far and wide to get the edition he got her: genuine dragon skin bound with gold threading. It was literally one of a kind.
Without hesitation, Hermione tore the wrapping and gasped at what lay before her. "… you really shouldn't have…" Tears began swimming behind her lids.
"I really should." Draco countered. Unexpectedly, Hermione threw her arms around him and he could faintly feel his neck getting wet. "W-wait… are you crying?!"
Hermione shook her head in his neck but he knew she was lying. "Hermione… what the hell… did you not like it?"
"I love it." Hermione sniffled as she pulled back. "It's just… the best… present… ever…"
Draco threw his head back and began laughing. "Is the Hermione Granger crying?"
He knew that would do it. She pulled back and glared at him through teary eyes. "Why? Am I not allowed to cry? What difference does me being Hermion—" Draco shut her up with a kiss.
"Shut up," he said, huskily. "Just kiss me."
As the thunder roared and the lightning flashed, Hermione was wrapped up in Draco's arms, her senses in an entirely different world.
.xx.
"Duulo ve…" (Free me)
The winds picked up.
"Nomeno ui wer sulta di wer Zabini svihelen." (This is the end of the Zabini Clan).
.xx.
Edited: August 11, 2016
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