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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.
Dear Gabriella,
Why does it feel like we haven't exchanged letters in ages? Never mind that! I am going to reread the letter you sent on my birthday as I pen this (actually quill this, as pens do not exist in my realm… *insert laughter*) so as to cover all my bases:
1) I have been in a relationship with Draco for less than a week, so of course we did not engage in illicit activity. Honestly woman, what kind of friend are you?!
2) You didn't need to get me a birthday present… and speaking of birthday:
3) Draco has invited me to an annual All Hollow's Eve masquerade shindig at his manor… now I have a few concerns in regards to that which I will go into detail in a bit. And lastly…
4) WHAT BOY?!
Honestly Gabriella, not even a week since we've been talking and you have yourself a new man. Did you even court this fellow? I've been telling you about all of my rendezvous with Draco and our whispers of sweet nothings and you drop a bomb on me telling me that you have a man!? I require details, woman!
Your next letter must at least be a few pages long regarding what the hell happened.
Now… about Halloween… Draco invited me to go to a masquerade event at his manor and I'm a little scared. I mean normally we do Halloween at your place, costume party et al but we just started dating and I feel as if I should attend… but then his parents don't know about me and his aunt literally tried to kill me in the same manor that this party will be hosted in. These are things that I can't exactly overlook.
I am at a loss of what to do… what do you suggest?
Anyway, I must end this letter short… classes begin shortly.
Cannot wait to see you!
Love,
Hermione
.xx.
Blaise was unable to move or speak, his eyes solely trained on his mother and… father. Aurelia Zabini paced feverishly from one end of the platform to another and the mirror image of himself – Maximus Zabini – was leaning against a brick pillar with his eyes closed, his right hand rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Blaise felt everything around him disappear; the sounds, smells, and atmosphere. He zoned in on his mother, eternally youthful and beautiful, and his father—his father; his bloody, fucking, useless, run-away-from-home father. Shock turned to anger; anger towards his mother, and anger towards his father.
"Ahem."
Blaise cleared his throat. His mother stopped pacing and his father opened his eyes.
Aurelia.
Maximus.
Blaise.
The Zabini Clan had finally reunited.
"Son!" Aurelia hurried to Blaise and gathered him in her arms. Blaise, however, remained stiff and motionless—he was there to get answers to the stupid letter his mother sent. He wanted to learn his origin and history and get answers to why his father was said to be dead, leaving his mother to undertake the bloody reputation of black-fucking-widow.
"Mother." Blaise said with zero emotion.
"… Mother's husband."
Blaise refused to acknowledge the man that claimed to be his father. "That is, if you are still married to her—"
"Mate." Maximus whispered and Blaise cocked an eyebrow.
"Sorry?" Blaise wasn't sure he heard his father right. Did he use the term mate in place of married?
"Mated. We're mated, Blaise."
"Maximus, not here."
Blaise looked between his mother and father. What the hell? "Are you going to tell me why I was pulled out of school and why this man who claims to be my father is here? I am not looking forward to a ninth year at Hogwarts—Merlin knows I've made it this far all thanks to Draco."
Aurelia winced, not going unnoticed by Maximus.
Draco—oh Narcissa, please don't hate me if Blaise abdicates.
"Let us retire to the manor." Maximus whispered, hiding the hurt he felt that his son, his blood, refused to acknowledge their relationship. "We have much to discuss."
"Yes, we do." Blaise muttered while briskly striding past his parents, trunk lugging behind him. Aurelia's shoulders sagged, indicating defeat and Maximus was quick to wrap his arm around them.
"Love, he will understand."
Aurelia bit her lower lip. "I hope you're right."
.xx.
Neville was uncomfortably close to Hermione as they walked out of Tuesday Transfiguration. Draco was mildly amused, silently watching his girlfriend—Merlin I will never get used to how it feels to say that… my girlfriend – try to shake one of her good friend off of her tail.
"Neville, are you quite alright?"
"Huh? Oh… yeah… will you help me study for potions tonight?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and Kellah gently nudged the poor flabbergasted boy. "You okay Nev? You've been slightly out of it…"
Neville turned red, involuntarily of course, and scurried off not before mumbling something along the lines of: 'You're crazy Kell.'
Kellah rolled her eyes. "I think he likes you."
Draco couldn't hold it in any longer. He barked in laughter which caused Theodore to jump beside him. Adrian, who had been privy to the entire situation, laughed alongside Draco; it was comical, really, to witness the Gryffindors display such disgusting ignorance… did they know nothing about their friends and what they did throughout the day?! The Snakes were quick to figure out Draco's secret and, judging by what was happening, Neville Longbottom knew and was trying to come to terms with it.
Damn Gryffs.
"What's so funny, Malfoy?" Parvati raised an eyebrow at the outburst behind them. Ron, Harry, Seamus, Dean Hermione, Kellah, Parvati, Lavender, and Luna all turned around to the three remaining Slytherins: Draco, Theodore, and Adrian.
Before a response could be made to Parvati's question, Hermione blurted out: "Where's Blaise?" Which promptly resulted in her wanted to smack her head with her Care of the Magical Creatures textbook. Her mouth worked faster than her brain—she kind of forgot her friends didn't know about Draco yet.
Thankfully, Adrian swooped down to the rescue.
"Aww, Granger you do care about us." Adrian made fake kissy noises. "I'll alleviate your concern; Blaise had to go home. Family issues."
"Oh."
"So what was so funny?" Harry returned to Parvati's former question. Hermione mouthed a small thank you to Adrian who, in turn, smiled ever so slightly. It swelled Hermione's heart knowing that her boyfriend's — holy hell, my boyfriend! — friends were so protective of her already.
Draco shrugged while snickering. "It's cute how Longbottom has a thing for Granger." He hated saying that, as much he knew they were keeping up a ruse until Hermione was ready to let the others know about their secret. "He was quite dumbfounded, if I do say so myself."
"Shut up, Malfoy." Ron snarled. He was still royally annoyed that Draco-bloody-Malfoy had punched him not too long ago. And Ronald Weasley was one to hold grudges… "Nobody asked you." The latter part was said in a mumble. Draco rolled his eyes and diverted his attention to the only woman in the world that deserved it.
Hermione.
"I believe we agreed to a study session tonight, Granger." Draco said while aptly watching the ripples in Hermione's muscles. She glanced over at him and cocked an eyebrow.
"I remember." In all honesty, they hadn't planned anything. But Hermione was smart enough to play along Draco's sudden allegation. "We're focusing on smoke from a lightning bolt tonight."
Dean groaned. "Please don't remind me of the project."
"We can't help it that we desire to pass, Thomas." Draco smirked before striding past the gaggle of Gryffindors. Adrian, conspicuously, gave Hermione a playful shove while they brushed past them.
"Merlin, I hate that prick." Ron muttered while his group of friends chose to retire to their Common Room before heading down to the village for lunch. "House unity is a load of rubbish." And, for once, nobody decided to intervene and stop Ron's rant.
.xx.
Blaise sat in the middle of the Victorian era chaise in their living room. Aurelia was sitting in an armchair to his left and his father was pacing in the center of the room. Blaise had noticed that his father wore a peculiar set of instruments; dragon hide boots and gloves, like Charlie Weasley did, and mostly leather clothing. It was strange, really, as Blaise had never seen anybody that wasn't a dragonologist don such attire.
Perhaps his father was part of a secret order of dragonologists? That could be a reason as to why he was proclaimed dead for all of Blaise's life.
"There are… a lot of things we need to tell you." Aurelia began, watching Maximus with a wary eye pace to and fro. Maximus stopped to look at Aurelia before beginning to pace once again.
"Maximus, please stop that. You are making me dizzy."
Maximus stopped abruptly and sat down on the loveseat nearest to him. Blaise looked from his mother and father a few times before settling his gaze on his clearly shaken mother. "Are you going to tell me what the fuck is happening?"
"Blaise!" Aurelia was shrill. "Watch your language."
"Bullocks! You pull me out of school with special permission," emphasis on the last two words, "from McGonagall. You tell me my dead father is alive and that it's time for me to learn about my origins?!" Blaise stood up, vehemently, to emphasize his point. "So pardon my French, mother, but I cannot censor my language any longer."
Maximus exhaled loudly. "Aurelia, the boy is right… we owe him a lot."
Blaise glanced at his old man but decided not to acknowledge what he said. He returned his gaze to his mother. "So?"
"So," Maximus took a step towards him but Blaise put a hand up.
"Do not come near me. Just speak."
Maximus's jaw tightened but he adhered to his son's request. "The reason that I was never present is because…" Maximus inhaled deeply. "It because I am the Dragon Emperor of the realm of Dragons… Thaczil."
Silence.
Blaise stared at his father incredulously. Aurelia was holding her breath, unsure of how Blaise was going to react to the revelation. There was a strong possibility that he would laugh in their faces, call them liars and proceed to stomp out of their manor… she wouldn't put it past her son.
"Repeat that?"
"I am the Dragon Emperor of a land called Thaczil."
Blaise nodded, very slowly.
"Oh… kay…"
Aurelia bit her lower lip. Blaise's lack of reaction was quite concerning.
"I have been the Emperor for twenty-four centuries; however I am ready to retire. Due to my travelling between the realms and the fact that your mother was unable to travel due to the fact she is not a dragon, I had to pronounce myself dead so that Aurelia and yourself weren't targeted by rogue Dragon Hunters—and, as you questioned me earlier, dragons mate for life." Maximus took a tentative step towards Blaise. "But never once, in all of these years, did I stop loving your moth—"
"Stop talking."
Maximus's eyes widened. He was not used to such insolence and insubordination, but he had to look at the situation from Blaise's point of view.
"Let me get this straight: you're a Dragon Emperor and because you're royalty you had to pretend you were dead so mother and I were safe because mother couldn't travel with you to your world?" Blaise's eyes were molten, burning into his father's eyes. What he was saying wasn't so farfetched, given that his schoolmates were part of a war that was made for the history books, successfully eliminating a power hungry wizard that had been out to kill Harry Potter for eight years, but it was going to take a whole hell of a lot more to convince Blaise.
"Exactly."
"And you're here because…" Blaise began pacing, paying no heed to his parents. "Let's go on a whim: you're here because you need me to take over your throne so you can retire with mother for the rest of your extended dragon lifespan, correct?" Blaise stopped pacing and cast his mother a sidelong glance for a brief second before turning his gaze to his father. Maximus gulped and nodded, slowly, repeating what he said earlier: "Exactly."
"I see… anything else I need to know?"
Aurelia stood up and approached her son. "Your father protects the Ring of Chaos… it maintains the balance of light and dark… good and evil…"
Ying and Yang.
Blaise crossed his arms and began pacing again. "Alright, so let's summarize: pull Blaise out of school and introduce him to his long, lost, dead father while attaining prior authorization from the headmistress. Do not introduce each other properly and not have said father ask about his son's life, what he's been up to, his likes and dislikes, et cetera et cetera. This long lost dead father proceeds to not apologize to said son for not being part of his life for eighteen years, and then proceed to tell said son that he must take over the throne of a faraway land that he hadn't heard about until a minute ago so said father can spend the rest of how ever many fucking centuries he will live with a mate he has left alone for a lot of fucking years." Blaise whirled onto his father. "Does that summarize everything then?"
Aurelia's eyes began watering. "Blaise—"
"Enough, mother." Blaise stepped away from Aurelia. "This is beyond ridiculous. You cannot waltz in to my life and pretend that everything is going to be okay, understand Maximus?"
A gong went off in Maximus's core when he heard his son address him by his mortal name. Not father, not Kapral, but Maximus. The ruler of Thaczil was not okay with that feeling, but he knew as if he was in no position to reprimand his son.
"I am returning to Hogwarts, and I'll contact Draco's parents to assist me. You can take your dragon bullshite and shove it up your arse, Maximus, because I want no part of it." Blaise turned around and stormed towards his bedroom. His parents faintly heard him continue his rant:
Think they could just drop the bomb on me and assume I'd be okay with it. Dragon ruler my arse, probably a load of shit—he was out fornicating with other women for eighteen years and now that he can keep his pants on, he wants to settle down.
Maximus clenched his fist. "Aurelia…"
"Give him time." Aurelia flocked to her husband and put a comforting hand on his arm. "It's a lot to take in… we need to show him proof, show him that what you did was for our good."
Maximus gathered his wife in to his arms and held her there. The feel of her heartbeat against his was comforting; helped him relax his nerves. "I pray that you're right, Aurelia… I need to gather the Dragon Tomes and show Blaise the Dragon Family Tree…"
Maximus felt Aurelia nod in to his chest. "He needs to accept his position as Kapral…"
"Otherwise Draco gain ownership of the title…"
Maximus held his wife tighter.
.xx.
"Come on, bookworm." Draco had his chair pulled comfortably close to Hermione. They were sitting in their usual area in the Restricted Section of the library but, unlike any other time before, they were actually studying. "Just a little kiss."
"No, Malfoy," Hermione shoved him away. "This is serious. I approached Orla today and she's over it! Four years with the boy, and she's moved on. How on earth do you expect me to analyze a heartbreak of nobody in this school is heartbroken!"
"Moaning Myrtle?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and swatted Draco's probing hands off of her. "She wasn't heartbroken; she was killed by a basilisk."
"Then maybe we can analyze basilisk poison with her aid?"
"She wasn't bit by it—Draco!" Hermione shoved her boyfriend when he placed his hand on her inner thigh. "Pay attention!"
"I am." He pressed his lips just behind her earlobe. "I haven't had you in my arms in ages, Granger, so please let a man enjoy himself."
Hermione sighed dreamily, resigning for long enough to enjoy the small amounts of carnal pleasure he was bestowing upon her. Draco Malfoy was something else altogether and she counted her blessings every day since she had the pleasure of getting to know him.
"Alright, time's up. Let's focus: heartbreak. We need to cure it using four major ingredients… smoke from a lightning bolt, elephant ivory, basilisk poison and—"
Draco interjected: "And tears of a virgin. Now where are we to get that, Granger?"
Hermione shot him a glare. "We'll find a way. Now, what do we know so far?"
Draco finally acquiesced and slouched back in his chair, pulling away from Hermione only slightly. She was right; they had a reputation to uphold as the smartest duo the school had seen in centuries. If they didn't study and figure out the properties of their potions project in good time then they'd be screwed for all the other projects they had pending.
Especially Defense Against the Dark Arts. They had to create a new spell! How the heck was that even plausible?!
"We know that heartbreak is caused by severe disappointment from a loved one. The two primary examples are death and end of a long-term relationship." Draco recited from their previous research.
Hermione nodded. "Right and we're focusing on the relationship aspect of heartbreak."
"Elephant ivory has healing properties, which can be used for the actual healing part." Draco leaned over and ran his finger over the Healer Pendant. "You know this is made of ivory, right?"
Hermione nodded but didn't look at him. She was chewing on her fingernail and pouring over her notes. "Yeah, I do. What else? What about smoke from a lightning bolt?"
"Represents aftermath." Draco pulled away from her again, hating how she was avoiding his advances but loved knowing she was so determined and concentrated on getting things done. Two traits that he wanted present in his woman.
"Exactly." Hermione's eyes scanned over a few notes she had scribbled down. "Represents the aftermath of a serious situation, so that embodies the events immediately prior to the moment the heart was broken. Basilisk poison acts as a liaison between the two: it is supposed to represent death, but in this instance it can represent the death of a broken heart, which ultimately means it is never broken."
Draco crossed his arms and peered intently at Hermione. "And tears of a virgin?"
Tell me you're a virgin. Tell me you're a virgin. Tell me.
"Represents purity." She didn't look at him. "The heart is the purest magical entity to exits. It is wholesome and true, unable to lie." Hermione glanced up at him. "It ties everything together, finishing the potion to eliminate the effect of heartbreak."
You'll tell me eventually.
"So now we just have to figure out how to incorporate it all."
Hermione slouched back in her chair. The sun had already set and lights out was fast approaching; eighth year of Hogwarts was mentally draining and physically exhausting. "Precisely."
"Now that we have that figured out," Draco spun Hermione's chair so that it faced him and pressed his lips against hers. Without missing a beat, Hermione snaked her arms around his shoulders and pulled his body as close as she possibly could towards her.
With a gentleness that Hermione didn't think possible, he pushed her mouth open to gain full access to bliss. Involuntarily, Hermione moaned and Draco took that as motivation to continue to deepen their kiss, taking them to a realm that was no longer Hogwarts.
.xx.
Dear Hermione,
So I don't have a boyfriend exactly, but we are seeing each other! He's taking me out for a spot of tea later on this week (and by that I mean fish and chips with a side of beer!). His name's Jeremy Oira and I met him at my parents shop. Fun stuff, eh? Nothing as romantic as him throwing himself in front of a Crucio or anything, but we'll get there.
Now, on to more pressing matters: My shindig or the Malfoy Masquerade? Let's make a pros and cons list.
Hermione was sitting in her Common Room mere hours after her and Draco engaged in quasi illicit activities in the Restricted Section. It wasn't until a book yelled at them to stop being hooligans did they part from each other's embrace. Embarrassed that a magically enchanted inanimate object had to stop their kiss, Hermione quickly packed up and scurried back to the Gryffindor Tower, with a laughing Draco following her ten steps behind.
It was a ritual to drop her off. He would never stop now that he had started.
My shindig~
Pros:
* It's my shindig
* You do it every year
* You'll see all of our old friends
* Draco will come and I get to meet him
* Nobody has tried to kill you in my house, except for maybe my brother when we were five years old… but that's a story for another day…
Cons:
* No possibility of sneaking off for some beautiful love making, which would only be possible in his manor
* He has a manor
And now for the masquerade…
Pros:
* It's a bloody masquerade! That's something out of a fairy tale, Mione!
* Note above con: possibility of sneaking off for some beautiful love making
* You get to see his bedroom (unless you've already seen it when you were about to die in his manor…)
* You get to meet his parents
Cons:
* You get to meet his parents… (this works both ways. Crazy ex-Death Eaters!)
* You were almost killed in his house which could resurface terrifying memories
* I don't get to meet him
* You break our annual Halloween tradition!
* You don't get to see our old friends
Your call now girly. I've written it all out for (did the hard part, really.)
ANYWAY I miss you terribly! Please, please, please come visit soon… if you choose to go to the Manor for Halloween, I'll understand but you have to promise to floo to my house. Merlin (haha, I talk like you… btw, is Merlin real?!), we connected my fireplace to the floo network JUST. FOR. YOU.
Utilize that, honey.
Anyways, I must bid you adieu. Talk to you soon!
Gabriella
Hermione folded the letter and pressed it against her chest. How grateful she was for her best friend—muggle best friend. Just as Hermione was about to crack open a book, she felt the comforting heat of her journal seep into her lap. It was placed there, alongside her Herbology textbook and the book on Dragons for further nighttime reading.
I do not miss you, Granger.
Hermione snickered, pulled her quill out, and began writing away.
Shame, because I quite miss you.
It's a peculiar thing that I have become so fond of you. I mean, I take you out for picnics and flying lessons! I must be losing my mind.
You can't lose something you didn't have, Malfoy. And speaking of lessons… why haven't we had one in a while?
Because of the rain. Speaking of rain, why are you terribly afraid of thunder storms?
That's a story for another day.
Hiding things from your man already?
Don't get cocky.
I can't get cocky, I am cocky.
If anybody were to ask me what I dislike about my boyfriend, it'd be that.
Hey, if that's all you'd dislike about me, I'd say we're going to have a pretty fun run then because that's trivial.
Says you.
Yep, says me.
Hermione shook her head when she saw his response bleed onto the page. So what really happened to Blaise?
Adrian was telling the truth. We have no idea, he received an owl and next thing you know, he's gone.
Odd…
Isn't it? So, have you decided on All Hollow's Eve yet?
Not yet. Gabriella wants us to attend her annual party.
And I want us to attend my parent's annual masquerade.
I'm still deciding.
Do you have a pro and cons list?
… as a matter of fact, no. Gabriella did one for me.
Tomato, tomato.
Draco! Again, that only works when you are speaking.
Fine. Tom-EH-to, Tom-AH-to.
Merlin, what am I to do with you?
Draco chuckled. Merlin, he could endlessly banter with the woman. It was an unusual feeling to want to give her the world and so much more, but knowing that even if he were to achieve the feat of delivering her the universe, it wouldn't be enough. If only he knew when he started Hogwarts that the girl he met on the train; the nerdy, bushy-haired, bucktoothed girl would be his girlfriend… perhaps his run in Hogwarts would've been a bit different.
.xx.
Blaise had yet to contact Draco's parents as he was still trying to digest and comprehend what the hell had just happened with his parents. His father was a Dragon Emperor?! Of a realm named Thaczil? And his mother knew about all of this but had to claim his father was dead to keep Blaise safe?!
Hogwash.
It was a matter of trust and Blaise felt incredibly betrayed, especially since it was his mother and supposedly his father.
Not too long ago, his mother dropped off a few books for him saying that it contained information if he wanted to read up on it. Blaise did not respond. He simply accepted the books and shut the door in his mother's face; he was not in the mood to speak or look at her. Hours passed and, after much contemplation, Blaise pushed himself off of his bed and picked up the first book his mother gave him.
Legacy of the Kapral
"What the fuck is a Kapral?"
No matter. Blaise opened the book and his eyes fell onto gold pages with inky black text. The very first page had the words Family Tree etched across it. Blaise raised both of his eyebrows and turned the page to find a large family tree with extremely small writing.
Blaise pulled out his wand.
"Augeo."
The book enlarged immediately, becoming big enough for Blaise to read the text without squinting.
At the top of the family tree read two names: Kapral Sigmund and Evelyn. Blaise could easily understand that this Sigmund person was married to Evelyn. Just below their names were nine names connected to them by a solid line, which could only mean one thing: they bore nine children! Nine! Blaise's eyes scanned across the names, trying to come across something familiar. The lineage from Sigmund branched down in to many different bloodlines… names that were becoming familiar, but all of which were abdicating the throne except for two families.
Zabini.
Malfoy.
Blaise's eyebrows furrowed as he came closer to the 1980s generation, hoping to catch sight of names of people he knew.
Kapral Zabini and Aurelia
Bingo.
"Mother and father."
Blaise Zabini, heir apparent.
Blaise scanned the names in his generation of the tree. Many of the names he didn't recognize, but all of which had abdicated beside their name. Finally, twenty-nine branches away from his name came the first name that he recognized personally…
Draconis Lucius Malfoy, heir apparent should the Zabini Clan abdicate.
"What the…" Blaise read and reread that line over and over again before feverishly flipping through the book, hoping to come across a page that could explain what the bloody hell he just read!
Finally, he found something.
Maximus Zabini has ruled Thaczil with a fiery fist, however his time is nigh. The Zabini Clan has maintained order in Thaczil for uncountable generations, with the Malfoy Clan next in line. Upon retirement, Kapral Zabini will hand over the Ring of Chaos as well as his powers as Emperor to his son, Blaise Zabini.
Should Blaise abdicate the throne, the title will be given to his generational counterpart, Draconis Lucius Malfoy.
Should Draconis abdicate the throne; the darastrixi will enter what is known as the Battle of Kings to crown a new Emperor of Thaczil, and a new protector of the Ring of Chaos. This option is quite dangerous as the winner of the Battle of Kings would potentially have ill intentions and might intend to divulge in the secrets of the Ring of Chaos, ultimately bringing destruction to Thaczil and Earth.
Blaise was shaken and, as a result, his enlargement spell was reversed. The book fell to the ground with a thud and all Blaise could do is stare at it, his heart pounding against his ribcage. "What the hell is going on?!"
Unless his parents were playing a practical joke on him, his life had just done a complete 180 degree turn…
So he was in line to take over his father's position as Kapral… otherwise… Draco would have to do it?
What the hell do I do?
.xx.
Edited: August 11, 2016
About time I updated right? What do you think… things are beginning to spice up, the whole whatchamacallit with Blaise being a dragon, otherwise… Draco?
Hmmmmmm… let's think of the title…
In the Arms of her Dragon…!
LE. GASP!
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