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In the Arms of her Dragon	By : Wolf.Blossom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 101564 -:- 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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It was definitely not how Hermione had anticipated breaking that news to Neville. Draco stood, like the beautiful statue of Adonis that he was, with his arms crossed. His grey eyes flickered from Hermione to Neville and back again—he, too, was not anticipating such a situation to unfold. Granted, he was not jealous of how Hermione was breaking the news to her friends; his three best mates ensured that the Slytherins found out all at the bloody same time.
On the bright side, it did save Draco the hassle.
"I am." Hermione squeezed out. She felt Neville's body slump and, immediately, she took to worry. "Neville?"
"That does explain why you tend to disappear all the time," Neville made the pathetic attempt at humour. "For… how long?"
Draco remained silent the entire time. It was not his place to say anything to Neville, it was Hermione's. As much as he was a reformed man and completely smitten by the woman who rivaled his unparalleled intellect, he was quite enjoying watching Hermione squirm. It wasn't often that Hermione was put in an uncomfortable situation, so whenever she was in one, Draco enjoyed it to the fullest.
"Just shy of a week…"
Neville's eyes widened. "Just shy of—then why is it that you were sneaking out of the Common Room so frequently?"
Draco groaned and rolled his eyes. "Because, Longbottom, in order to decide whether or not you wish to be in a relationship with someone there has to be a courting process; since Granger and I are a deemed socially inacceptable, we had to keep our rendezvous a secret."
Hermione looked between Draco and Neville, wondering what was going on in both of their minds. On one hand was one of her closest friends, who had been there for her since day one alongside Harry and Ron and on the other hand was a reformed Death Eater that captured her heart and was slowly having her fall in love with him, one step at a time.
If there ever was a conundrum, Hermione was in one.
"Well…" Neville pushed himself off of the ground and held his hand out to help Hermione up. She was confused, to say the least, but allowed Neville to help her—what is he thinking?
"When are you going to tell the others?" Neville made no reaction other than his evident shock just moments prior. "Harry and Ron'll have a tough come wrapping their heads around this." Hermione was confused; was Neville okay with it?
Draco merely shrugged. "Potter and Weasley will have to deal with it. Granger is with me and their discomfort with the situation means nothing."
Neville nodded. "I suppose… well… welcome to the family? I think… what do I say?"
Laughing, Hermione hugged Neville's arm. "You took that better than I anticipated."
"Well… you like the man; I can't do anything about that. Actually, I feel as if I should insert some sort of death threat right about now of how if you hurt Hermione I'll do something to your balls but, to be honest, Malfoy you still frighten the shite out of me so I will keep my threats to myself." Hermione giggled and Draco also couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.
"I wouldn't dream of it. Now, since that is done and out of the way, might I be allowed to kidnap my girlfriend for a moment or two?"
Neville nodded, dumbly. It was going to take a whole hell of a while to digest what the Bloody Mary just happened. It took all of Neville's skill to show both Draco and Hermione that their relationship was okay with him—he was still digesting the information. Sure, he was happy for her, but Neville couldn't help but think whether or not Draco Malfoy had an ulterior motive… Hermione is a smart girl, Neville thought as he watched the two walk off. Draco had his arm wrapped around her waist and Hermione leaned in to his touch. She'll be able to protect herself, even if it's long enough for the rest of us to arrive… She'll tell the others in due time. Besides, Neville sported a lopsided grin as Draco and Hermione turned the corner. It's been a bloody long time since I've seen her that happy…
Who knew?
Maybe Draco Malfoy really was a reformed man.
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"It is quite surprising that nobody else in this school decides to visit the Astronomy Tower." Hermione mused. She was wrapped in Draco's arms and had her head leaned against his shoulder. She had never felt so safe before; his arms made her forget all of her worries and troubles.
Draco chuckled and the rumbling of his chest made Hermione's heart beat faster. "I concur, bookworm."
Hermione exhaled loudly and, regretfully, detangled herself from Draco's arms. "Now, as much as I absolutely adore our secret rendezvous," she ignored him raising his left eyebrow at her, "I do have to go back to studying. I haven't made a breakthrough for our potions projects yet."
"How hard could it be?" Draco crossed his arms and decided not to visibly show Hermione how much he missed her warmth. "Study properties of the ingredients, interrogate Orla about her heartbreak—and you have to do the latter quickly, lest Orla gets over Vance—and determine how the four ingredients relate to the magical properties of a heartbreak."
Hermione's face was blank which quickly turned into a deadpanned expression. "Right. So easy." Her voice dripped with unmasked sarcasm.
Draco laughed, once again. "Stop stressing, bookworm."
"I can't help it!"
"I can help you…"
Hermione ignored her heart that jumped into her throat. "I am certain you can help me, but I am not looking for sexual gratification as of yet, Malfoy."
His eyes twinkled. "As of yet? Does that mean that I can sexually gratify you soon?"
"Shut up!" Hermione instantly regretted what she said and threw a playful punch at her boyfriend. "Okay, no more dillydallying—" she ignored the quirk of Draco's eyebrow once again. "I need to study. Basilisk poison!"
Draco snorted. "Alright, good luck. I think I'll be heading to Hogsmeade for some butter beer with—" the dangerous look Hermione gave him made Draco stop what he was saying and re-evaluate life for a split second.
"On second thought, I think I will help you study."
"Good call. Library?"
"Is there anywhere else we could go for studying?"
"Sarcasm doesn't suit you."
Draco grinned. "Clothing doesn't suit you."
"MALFOY!"
"What? My mother taught me never to lie."
Hermione merely groaned and stomped her way towards the library. Draco stood laughing to himself for a few moments longer before, languidly, starting for the library. Oh how Granger kept him on his toes. He loved every moment of it.
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Blaise Zabini could not believe his eyes; he received an owl from his mother indicting that he was due home at once because she and his father had to speak to him about an important matter. The word father made Blaise's stomach twist into knots.
But father is… was… I thought… dead! With trembling hands, he reread the letter that his mother posted for him
Dearest Blaise,
The contents of this letter are to remain a secret; you cannot disclose the information to Adrian, Draco, or Theodore. There have been a lot of things I have kept a secret from you Blaise and I just want to let you know that it was against my will to keep secrets. Your father, however, insisted that it is for your best interest and, as such, we have come to the consensus that it is time for you to learn about your origins and history.
I have already sought and attained permission from Headmistress McGonagall for you to take a week leave from classes without repercussions. There will be a carriage waiting for you tonight at sundown. It will take you to King's Cross Station, platform 9 ¾ where your father and I will greet you.
With all my love,
Mother
The candle beside Blaise flickered precariously. The shock that resonated within him was inhumane; his father was alive, his mother was keeping secrets from him, and he had an origin and history?! His first instinct was to go and blab everything to his three best mates, but he was specifically instructed by his mother not to. The situation had to have been serious; otherwise his mother wouldn't have told him not to tell. Blaise folded the letter and tucked it away… it was close to sundown and he had to pack a few of his items for his trip back to King's Cross.
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Adrian, Draco, and Theodore were in shock when they saw Blaise lugging his trunk out of the Slytherin Dungeon. The three boys exchanged worried looks before hurrying after Blaise. He hadn't told them what was happening; he simply emerged from the dormitory with his trunk in tow. Blaise simply nodded at his friends in acknowledgement before walking past them.
It was close to sundown and Draco and Hermione had gotten much studying done in the library. He had dropped her off close to the Gryffindor House and there he was at that moment, racing after Zabini for an unknown reason.
"Zabini! ZABINI!" Theodore roared. That boy was fast despite lugging a seemingly heavy trunk.
Blaise stopped and his shoulders slumped. He turned around and said: "I don't want to talk about it. I'll be back in a week."
Draco understood he undertone in his voice and grabbed Adrian and Theodore by their arms, preventing them from chasing after Blaise.
"Something must've happened. Let him go, he'll let us know when he's ready."
"But—"
Draco stopped Adrian's protests. "How long have we known that bloke? I'm sure he has a good reason for up and leaving, leave him be for now."
Theodore snorted. "Granger's rubbing off on you, mate."
"As Tracey has rubbed off on you?"
Adrian furrowed his brows. "Just because you two have girlfriends does not mean you can rub it in my face, ya'hear?"
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Neville eyed Hermione wearily. A group of the eighth years were sitting around the fireplace in the Common Room, studying. Harry and Ron were transfixed on their Divination homework while Hermione, Kellah, and Fay were concentration on Herbology. Neville was doodling on his parchment; he was pretending to study Potions, but he really wasn't. He was too busy thinking about what the hell he had learned that day.
Hermione Granger—their Hermione Granger was dating Draco Malfoy! The Draco Malfoy!
I am happy for her—honestly. But Draco of all people?! Son of a Death Eater, Prince of Slytherin… a Malfoy? As much as I want to tell myself he's reformed, what are the odds that he actually is?
Hermione's eyes flickered to Neville and she raised an eyebrow. "Nev, do you have a question? You haven't stopped looking at me all evening."
Neville flushed red. "N-no, Hermione. Just spacing off."
Hermione raised both eyebrows. "You alright, Nev?"
"Yes."
"Positive."
"Yes."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Neville gulped and said slowly: "Yes…"
Hermione excused herself from Kellah and Fay, handed them her Herbology notes, and left the Common Room with Neville. Harry and Ron were immune to what had transpired and Kellah and Fay paid them no heed. Maybe Neville needed help with Potions.
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"I can't seem to wrap my head around it. Have you told anybody else yet?"
Hermione simply rolled her eyes. "Nev, if I told any one of them do you think we'd have an amicable study session?"
Neville paused momentarily and agreed with hesitance. "You make a valid point… but are you sure?! Draco Malfoy?"
"Positive."
His reluctance was very evident on Neville's face. Hermione placed a hand gently on Neville's shoulder. "Neville… he makes me happy."
"I can see that!" The battle that was going on within Neville was very evident. Half of him; the half that was Hermione's friend, was overjoyed and ecstatic about her relationship with Draco. He hadn't seen her that happy in a very long time and Neville did want her to be happy… but the other half? The other Gryffindor half was upset that she had to be happy with Draco freakin' Malfoy and not a stable Gryffindorian! Up until that very year, Gryffindor and Slytherin were rivals. They despised each other; Draco all but wanted to kill Harry—did all of that just elude Hermione?
"But?" Hermione was anticipating an afterthought.
Neville's shoulders slumped. "But… I don't know. I saw how you looked at him. You really like him, I see that… but… it's Malfoy. He wanted to kill Harry! He's the son of a Death Eater…"
"Do you want to sit with me and make a pro and con list?"
Neville snorted. "Never. I tried that, it isn't my forte, Hermione."
"I don't know what else I can tell you Neville." The duo stopped walking and sat down on the ledge of a tall window that overlooked the lake. "I trust him. And I'll tell Harry and Ron in due time."
"You know I'll always be there for you, right Hermione?"
She nodded and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Far in the distance, towards the middle of the Forbidden Forest, flew a dozen creatures that Hermione wasn't able to identify. The sun had set a while ago, however the ominous glow that perpetually emitted from the forest cast an eerie radiance towards Hogwarts castle.
"I do, Nev."
"But are you absolutely positive he doesn't want to kill you and absorb your brain?"
Hermione threw her head back and laughed heartily. "No! That isn't even possible!"
"Unless you're a succubus?"
"… you need to read up on your magical creatures, Nev. Succubae do not absorb your brain…"
"Shut up, Hermione."
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Aurelia paced impatiently along the station platform of 9 ¾. It was close to the time that Blaise was to arrive, not too far off was Maximus leaning against the brick wall. The husband-wife team hadn't said more than two words to each other since they arrived at King's Cross Station. Maximus was bracing himself to meeting his son for the first time in ages and Aurelia was mentally preparing herself on telling Blaise that:
a) He was the heir to the throne of Thaczil
b) His father was a dragon
c) He was a dragon
d) The fate of the world depended on him
She knew Blaise. He probably wasn't going to take any of the aforementioned points well, but, if what Maximus had told her was true it was time that they told Blaise his true origins…
I pray that Blaise abdicates the throne and it passes down to the next successor…
Aurelia despised that option as much as she despised the fact that Blaise could be the ruler of the damned Realm of Dragons and eternally protect the Chaos Theory until another successor is born. However, if Blaise were to relinquish the throne then next known successor for Thaczil was…
Draconis Lucius Malfoy.
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Draco pulled out his charmed journal in the dead of night and began writing to Hermione; he was hoping she was awake. Although he had seen her a few hours ago his soul was craving her presence and because she couldn't physically be with him, emotionally was the only option he had.
Awake?
It took some time, but her response came.
Yes, just got back from assuring Neville that you won't kill me and absorb my brain like a succubus would.
Draco raised both eyebrows in amusement. The candle that was flickering beside him lashed out for a brief second before calming down once again; all the boys were sleeping and Adrian mumbled something incoherent in his sleep. Draco could swear it sounded something akin to: Leave me alone Myrtle, you're dead. We can't keep doing this. The concept of Adrian dreaming of Myrtle disturbed Draco.
But they don't absorb brains?
That's what I told him.
Sometimes I question if any of your friends would've made it this far without you.
I, myself, question that all the time.
Draco smirked. By the way, I am not about to reveal the fact that I miss you terribly, bookworm.
Good. Neither am I, bad faith.
Your diminutive for me does not make sense, Granger.
Hermione giggled on her end. I, Malfoy, do not frankly care.
I can hear you laugh, you know that?
Again, do not care.
I will be wiping that smile off of your face, bookworm. Frighteningly, it did not scare Draco the slightest when his insides melted to goo. His feelings for Hermione went deeper than he realized they did.
You best live up to that statement, bad faith.
Draco, subconsciously, chuckled before eloquently scribbling: I intend to.
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It had taken some time, but Blaise Zabini arrived at King's Cross Station. Within moments, he would be seeing his mother and his… father. He disembarked just a little distance away from the station, hidden from the mass crowds and quickly worked his way to Platform 9 ¾. He weaved around the hustle and bustle and, without waiting another second; he walked in to the wall that led him to the magical in-between.
Before he fully emerged from the bricks, his eyes landed on exactly who he was looking for.
A mirror image of himself, but older.
His father.
Maximus Zabini.
.xx.
Edited: August 11, 2016
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