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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.
"How are all the blasted projects coming along?" Harry asked as the Gryffindors left their Divination class—double classes were brutal, but double Divination was the worst. Hermione was especially exhausted; she was with Draco until the wee hours of the morning before she came back to the Common Room. Neville was still awake, but he didn't ask much… for some reason, he thought she lived in the library (he once, a few years prior, asked if she had a private bedroom in the library because she spent so much time there).
"Coming." Ron grumbled. "Why can they just not give us all passing grades as a thank-you gift for saving the world?"
Kellah groaned. "Quit your whining, mate. All you've been doing is complaining about our workload… one would've thought you would've gotten used to it."
Hermione grinned, finally somebody who was on her side!
Ron shook his head. "I think the question is, how did you lot get used to the workload? Harry," Ron turned to his best friend, hoping that somebody would be on his side! "Don't you agree the workload is unbearable?"
Harry shrugged and plucked a snack out of the container Hermione was holding. "Feels the same to me, in all honesty."
Ron scowled and furrowed his eyebrows. "You, my friend, are not going to get my blessing whenever you marry my sister."
"Note," Seamus spoke up, finding an opportunity to put in his two cents, "that he said when not if."
"Ron'll take Voldemort's place to ensure Harry becomes the boy-who-didn't-live if he doesn't propose to Gin." Fay giggled. Precisely at that moment, a shriek of thunder pierced through the air and Hermione screamed, dropping her snacks which scattered across the corridor. Alarmed, Harry gathered Hermione in to his arms and let her calm down there— the thunderstorms weren't letting up (it had rained all weekend), and Hermione had been doing a great job in hiding her fear but Harry knew it wouldn't be long before she broke down…
And, unfortunately, only he and Ron knew the reason behind her fears…
Putting his comedic self aside, Ron stepped up beside Harry and looked at Hermione's shaking figure warmly. "Think we should head back to the Common Room, Harry?"
Harry nodded and everybody was watching confused.
"Is she okay?"
"What happened?"
"What's going on?"
A collection of questions were hurtled in their direction but Harry and Ron paid no heed—they had to take Hermione to the Common Room and away from everybody else. Quickly taking their leave, Harry and Ron hurried off with Hermione and missed the piercing gray eyes that followed them within the shadows of the castle.
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"Maximus," Aurelia Zabini's eyes locked with her husband's. "I sent Blaise the howler."
Kapral Zabini, lord and ruler of Thaczil, the ancient land of the darastrixi, stood before his wife— a woman that endured pain and suffering all on his behalf; a woman that lived a lonely life because she was unable to travel to his world with him, and he was unable to leave that world because of his royal bloodline. He loved her so very much… but Maximus didn't know how to express that anymore. He had been away from her for far too long…
"I know. Ixen has been watching him…"
Aurelia nodded and ushered for her husband to sit down on the sofa beside her. When did everything become so awkward?
"I think it's about time we tell him…" Maximus began and missed the flash in Aurelia's eyes. "As soon as he graduates he has to undergo training to begin to train his dragon—"
"Why can't you just let him live a normal life?"
Maximus frowned. "Pardon me? What has he been doing for the previous eighteen years? Seemed pretty bloody normal to me!"
Again with the fighting… Aurelia missed her husband dearly, but it seemed as if they forgot how to communicate… forgot how to talk…
"The boy had been part of the biggest Dark Arts conspiracy that the Wizarding world has ever seen," Aurelia said in the calmest voice she could muster up. "That isn't normal, Maximus."
"Thaczil needs a ruler. The Ring of Chaos needs protection!"
"It is being protected and Thaczil has a ruler just fine." Aurelia placed a hand on his knee. "You're ruling just fine."
"My interim is coming to an end… and then what? The Chaos Theory will be revealed and the universe as we know will be—"
"You're not old, Maximus." Aurelia laughed, cutting him off. "You still have a few fire breaths left in you; you've been ruling for twenty four centuries. You have one whole century left in your term. That is ample time, my love."
Maximus covered his wife's hand with his own calloused one. "Yes, I do… but as soon as he takes over, the sooner I can be with you. I can choose to remain Kapral… or I can choose to name my successor."
Aurelia tilted her head and studied her husband's features; he hadn't aged a day since they had been married. Oh she loved him so much… and the thought of being apart from him made her heart hurt, but the thought of being apart from Blaise tore her soul in to bits.
Aurelia Zabini was stuck between a rock and a hard place. As selfish as it was, she was hoping that Blaise would refuse the throne and push the responsibility to the next successor…
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"Does Draco have a girlfriend?"
Theodore's eyes widened and he turned his head to Pansy. Blaise began choking and Adrian had to try and perform the Heimlich on him. Pansy, Millicent, Tracey, Vincent, Gregory Theodore, Adrian, and Blaise were resting in the Slytherin Common Room as Draco decided to take a quick shower before Potions. He said he needed to think, but the boys knew it had to do with him not being able to comfort Hermione earlier when the thunderstorm had gotten quite serious.
"What gives you that idea?" Adrian said in a not so subtle tone to which Pansy rolled her eyes.
"Really? It's obvious. He's smitten… but with who?"
The boys glanced at each other and unanimously decided to say:
"Granger."
Tracey already knew so she twiddled her thumbs as she waited for Millicent and Pansy, as well as Crabbe and Goyle, to react.
"Three…" Theodore started.
"Two." Blaise continued.
Adrian wasn't able to even say one because Draco entered the common room and was immediately tackled by Millicent. Adrian leaned over to Blaise: "I was betting on Pansy attacking him first."
"I don't think Mil is attacking…"
"YOU'RE DATING GRANGER?!"
Draco's eyes widened and it took him a moment to digest the situation before peeling himself off of his friend. "Yes, I am… please detangle yourself from me, Bulstrode."
"Sorry." Millicent mumbled and quickly detangled herself from Draco before asking her question again, a much more calm tone: "You're dating Granger?"
Draco looked at Blaise who shrugged and jerked a thumb at Adrian who, in turn, glared at the back of Blaise's head. Theodore didn't even look at Draco and Draco made a note-to-self to hex the brains out of his three friends. This was not the way he wanted to break the news to his other friends…
"I am." He replied curtly.
"She clearly wasn't able to do anything about your asshole attitude as of yet," Pansy muttered. "But good, I guess? You needed somebody like her. She's such a princess… too perfect." Pansy faux-gagged at the thought of an idealistically perfect person. Her reaction, however, caused Draco's blood to boil.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Ohhhh," Vincent grinned, the fat rolls around his neck gathering, "smitten, mate?"
"If I wasn't, I wouldn't be dating the girl." Draco snarled and Adrian stood up, preparing himself to stop any fights that would break out. Maybe he, Blaise, and Theodore didn't do a smart thing by revealing Draco's little secret to the others. In all honesty, Adrian assumed the others would react the way he, Blaise and Theo did.
Maybe Blaise, Theo and I are the only normal ones. Adrian thought ruefully. Or does that make us abnormal? House unity, in Adrian's opinion, had turned all of the Slytherins (namely Blaise, himself, Theodore and Draco) in to wussies.
Pansy mock yawned and examined her nails. "Do her friends know?"
"Of course." Draco had to think fast. "We're slowly letting the school know."
"Hmm…" Pansy stood up. "Well, good for you. Doesn't mean I like her, but I like you. So good for you."
Well, Draco was not expecting that but decided not to question things. He responded with thanks and the group headed off to Potions. That went slightly better than expected.
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Skeletal eyes glared at the purple sun setting in the far horizon. Multiple portals were being torn between dimensions; everything was coming together nicely. Blazing red irises flickered to a rift in time that appeared beside him.
It was Ixen, Kapral Zabini's most trusted advisor; his Darzulf. His left hand dragon. The Devil's Advocate.
"Tepoha wux wyogada wer Ifyugvreol di Rygat?" (Have you located the Ring of Chaos?)
Ixen blew from his snout and a puff of smoke disappeared in to the atmosphere. "Ti. Wer Wadoya re naktair wer wyogale vi irthos. Wer Kapral tepohaic jacida narod japachi; jaci ui vsist naktair wer wyogale vi irthos." Ixen swung his tail left and right; his eyes never left the skeletal lord before him "Naktair dout bekir houpetor ui xkhatir throdenilt nirescho, sia Ith."
(No. The Wadoya are keeping the location a secret. The Kapral has his mouth shut; he is also keeping the location a secret. Keeping your energy hidden is becoming more difficult, my Lord.)
"Qe rekimat persvek dout kobtish, Ixen, vur sia bekir geou zexenuma houpetor." (Be competent in your job, Ixen, and my energy will remain hidden.) A dragon, of massive calibre, stood up. There was no flesh or muscle on him; his form was merely the skeletal remains of a dragon that no longer was. An evil energy surrounded his form, giving him the energy to speak.
To walk.
To be.
"Kapral Zabini geou ehtah ekik!" (Kapral Zabini will find out!)
"Wux tepoha evnek ve batobot jaci ui shafaer Edar. Duulo sia vers halkvri jaci returns ekess Thaczil." (You have informed me that he is on Earth. Unleash my power until he returns to Thaczil.) The undead dragon took a step towards the purple sun in the horizon. Tornadoes of fire began to rise all around him and Ixen, signifying the coming of a new Dark Lord.
"Wer Ifyugvreol di Rygat geou qe sini. Vur wer vaslakni korja mrith coi." (The Ring of Chaos will be mine. And the universe along with it.)
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As soon as class was done for the day, Madam Hooch posted the Quidditch match listings:
Round 1a: Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw – October 15
Round 1b: Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin – October 16
Round 1c: Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw – October 22
Round 1d: Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff – October 23
Round 1e: Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw – October 29
Round 1f: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin- October 30
Upon completion of Round 1 Quidditch games, Round 2 matches will be posted. Practice hard, play hard, and stay safe.
~ Madam Hooch
"Our match against Slytherin is the eve of All Hallows Eve." Harry mused, his arm wrapped around Ginny's shoulders. Luna Lovegood was mingling with the Gryffindors and made a small comment about pigmyweed. Hermione shoved Ron before he could make a quip about the possibly non-existent plan/weed creature.
"We should channel Merlin's good luck." Ron grinned. "When do we begin practice, mate?" He turned to Harry who began chewing on his bottom lip.
"We've been practicing… somewhat. I have to speak to Madam Hooch about booking the Quidditch field. I think we may be splitting some practices and sharing the field… which is no good." Harry's shoulders sagged. "Can't afford to let the competition know our game plan."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "That's no issue; I'll erect a quasi-invisible barrier in the middle of the field so neither team can watch the other."
"Gotta love Hermione." Parvati grinned. "Always has a backup plan."
"Her middle name is backup plan." Ron crossed his arms. "She always has a plan."
"I do," Hermione placed her hands on her hips and watched Ron challengingly. "Is that a problem?"
"No." Ron switched his hand positions to match Hermione's. "I just like testing your patience. Is that a problem?"
"It would be if we weren't friends for eight years."
"Good. So I guess I will continue to test your—" lightning struck and thunder crashed. Ron immediately shut up and took a step towards Hermione with worry in his eyes. He stopped midstride, along with Harry, when Hermione held a hand up.
"Relax, won't you?" She smiled tightly; Ron and Harry saw right through it. Old habits die hard…
Neville, who didn't know the root cause of Hermione's fears, wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. "We are relaxed. Are you?... how about you help me look for Trevor…?"
Kellah face-palmed. "Neville, will you drop—"
"I'd love to." Hermione needed to get away from people. An unsettling feeling was beginning to bubble in the pit of her stomach and she needed to get away from people in general. Neville was giving her a great getaway and she decided she would take it. Waving goodbye to her friends, Hermione hurried off with Neville in tow. Maybe a heart-to-heart with Neville wasn't a bad thing.
At that precise moment, Gunnar approached them. "Hullo… have you seen—"
"No." Fay cut him off. "We haven't." Hermione needs to be alone right now, Fay thought, and I'm going to make sure she gets that time. Something is up with her and she's bottling it… what are friends for if she can't talk to us?
And so, Fay decided to make a game plan with Luna, Ginny, Parvati, Kellah and Lavender to help Hermione release whatever it was that was bugging her… apart from the wretched unending thunderstorms.
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Neville and Hermione found an empty corner close to the Hospital Wing. Hermione slouched against the wall and rested the back of her head against the cool stone. There was a light layer of sweat that covered her body; Hermione was willing to stop the racing of her heart.
"You alright?"
Hermione looked at Neville who was watching her carefully.
"Yes." With struggle, Hermione pushed off against the wall. "Just… thunderstorms aren't my forte."
"I could've told you that. Want to talk?"
"About thunderstorms? Not really…"
"About anything." Neville sat down with his back against the wall and pat the floor beside him. Hermione, without hesitation, sat down beside him and rested her head against Neville's shoulder. It felt good to have a one-on-one with one of her friends. Neville was an important person in her life; he wasn't a Harry or Ron, both of whom she loved like brothers, but Neville was about as close to her as Harry and Ron were. She appreciated the comfort he gave her.
"Tell me about Trevor."
Neville chuckled. "He's lost. I can't find him."
"He'll turn up, he always do—" thunder. "… es." Hermione finished her sentence anyway. Whatever happened had happened a long time ago and she couldn't keep letting her past fears get in the way of her creating a future. She had to let bygones be bygones. Although it was very strange that the storm had been persisting for almost four days now; it was very unnatural for such time of year. September was wrapping up and October was just around the corner, rainy-season wasn't until early Spring.
"He will." Neville concurred.
There was a comfortable silence between them and Hermione, for a split second, wanted to tell Neville about Draco. She really did want her friends to know; they were protective of her, of course, and Hermione was probably not giving them as much credit as they deserved, but she really wanted them to know. Although Ron would be the last person to find out given his personality…
Maybe telling Neville wouldn't be such a bad idea… the school was going to find out anyway…
And maybe it'll take a load off of my chest? Sneaking around is a terrible thing…
The rain seemed to be getting harder and Neville moved his arm up to wrap around Hermione's shoulder. "Anything else you want to talk about? Perhaps you'll stop thinking about the storm."
Hermione gulped. "Actually… yes… there is…"
Neville remained silent. Hermione was not the type of person that spoke about her feelings often. Most of the time, any conversation with Hermione revolved around school, studying, books, and good grades. Hermione was a difficult person to crack but Neville firmly believed that eight years of chipping at her wall proved to be beneficial. Hermione was closer to the Gryffindors now more than ever and Neville wanted to solidify that relationship. Hermione was like his sister, and he really cared for her… everybody did.
"There's… a boy."
Neville couldn't help but grin stupidly. "I knew it!"
"Pardon me?" Hermione pulled away from him to gawk at him incredulously. "You knew?"
"Why else are you sneaking off at ungodly hours of the morning while feeling the need to make up excuses?"
"When did I do that?!"
"The night of your birthday. You told us you left something in the library and had to go to the Headmistress's office to retrieve the key so you might take a while. Hermione, you don't need to make excuses to go off whenever you want, we aren't your keepers." Somehow what Neville said lifted a boulder off of her shoulders. She really was not giving enough credit to her friends.
Maybe the concept of her and Draco would actually fly with the Gryffindors.
Hermione laughed her sound drowning out the small rumble of thunder. "I suppose you are right…"
"Contrary to popular belief, I'm right quite often."
"Cockiness doesn't suit you, Nev."
Neville laughed. "It's a new image I'm trying…" He laughed even harder at Hermione's obvious distasteful grimace. "Okay, I'll stop trying. But go on! There's this boy… who is he?"
"Somebody we know very well—"
"From Gryffin—no, stupid question, you wouldn't be sneaking off of he was from our house… Ravenclaw?" Neville prodded. "Or even… Slytherin?"
Hermione gulped. It's now or never…
"It's—"
"Granger?"
Hermione's heart stopped as she and Neville turned to look at the object of Hermione's affection. Without missing a beat and eyes locked with the smouldering grey ones that Hermione had come to love so dearly, she squeezed out an introduction. "Him."
Neville's jaw went slack and he lost all control of his body.
"You're… dating Malfoy?"
.xx.
Edited: August 11, 2016
Notes: The ties between the dragons and the Zabini family has not yet been disclosed. Also, Hermione's fear of thunderstorms is still a secret... you guys know nothing yet, *evil laugh!*
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