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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.
Friday after classes Draco received an owl from Blaise that required his prompt arrival at the Knockturn Alley pub.
Draco,
Friday after classes please meet me at The White Wyvern in Knockturn Alley. It is urgent.
Regards,
Blaise
Apparently, from what Draco deduced, Blaise was staying in one of the few rooms available in The White Wyvern. It was odd that Blaise didn't stay at Diagon Alley, but Draco presumed Blaise's reason to be seclusion; Blaise wanted to be alone and didn't want to run the risk of running in to witches and wizards he may know.
"I'll be back Sunday night, bookworm." Draco had run his thumb over Hermione's lip that very night when he was setting off to see Blaise. He hadn't told her the details of why he was going as he did not know himself.
Hermione nodded, the look on her face dripping with disappointment. "I won't see you all weekend then?"
"Unfortunately…"
And just as quick as her disappointment came, it disappeared. It caught Draco off guard.
"Well, I can finally work on our Defense Against the Dark Arts project— we've been so caught up on Potions we haven't even looked at it." Hermione stepped away from him and tapped her chin. "I was thinking of creating a spell that twisted the mind, what do you think? It could work similar to the Crucio…"
Draco rolled his eyes, caught her chin himself, and pressed his lips against hers. "I think you talk too much and should be using these lips to kiss me."
"Quite demanding, are we?"
"Only when it comes to my woman."
Hermione chose not to respond but simply melt in to his kiss. It would be the last for two days…
Draco appeared in the fireplace at The White Wyvern in time to see Blaise nursing some sort of potion at the pub. Stepping out of the fireplace and dusting off his robes, Draco approached his best mate and cleared his throat directly behind him. Blaise straightened his shoulders and glanced over it to see the man he needed to see.
"About time, Malfoy."
"I had to tell Hermione where I was going without actually knowing where I was going." Draco slipped onto the stool beside Blaise and waved the barwizard down. "So what the hell is going on? You leave for a week and suddenly end up at Knockturn Alley?"
Blaise looked away from Draco and at his tankard. How the hell do I start…?
Draco gave him his moment of silence. Clearly whatever Blaise wanted to talk about was serious. The barwizard approached Draco, took his order, and proceeded to his counter of alcoholic potions and whatnot to mix the drink. Draco had his arms crossed with his body facing Blaise, simply waiting.
Blaise slammed his fist onto the counter and whirled unto Draco.
"Do you know about Thaczil?!"
Draco raised both eyebrows. "Thac-what?"
Blaise growled and downed his potion in one gulp. The tankard slammed onto the counter with a loud thud; Blaise turned back to Draco. At that precise moment the barwizard returned with Draco's drink, took the payment and tip, and went about tending to other patrons.
Draco sipped his beverage and gave Blaise the onceover; he was clearly intoxicated. "Thaczil, the realm of Dragons— where a fucking emperor has been ruling for twenty-four fucking centuries; do you know about it?"
"Mate, I have no idea what you're—"
"Let's go to my room."
Draco frowned but nodded. Clearly something had happened during the week Blaise had gone home. He quickly tipped his drink into his mouth and pushed off of the barstool, following Blaise to whatever corner his room was located.
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The first Sunday of October was a chilly one. A few of the sixth, seventh, and eighth years travelled down to the village just before dusk to unwind before another dreadful week of school, while the majority of students remained back at the school. The nip was bone chilling and, quite frankly, a lot of the students did not want to bother bundling up to go down to Hogsmeade for just a few short hours.
In addition to the cold, the thunderstorms weren't waning. It was not a continuous storm, as it had been the last week of September, but rain still persisted for the majority of the week. Luckily for the students, that particular Sunday it hadn't rained a drop.
Blaise had not returned and the Gryffindors still hadn't the foggiest of Hermione's relationship with Draco. Granted there were moments where Draco's voice was softer than usual, and his eyes lingered on Hermione for a moment longer that caused Hermione's girlfriends to question what he was thinking… but apart from Neville, the Gryffindors were still in the dark.
Sitting close to Hagrid's hut were Hermione and Neville. The latter boy claimed he wanted to talk to Hermione about something and seeing as she needed fresh air after studying all weekend (she actually hadn't seen Draco since she wanted to focus on D.A.D.A. without his roaming hand, which worked out perfectly well as Draco said he needed to take a quick trip to Knockturn Alley. He'd tell her about it when he came back). The duo opted to sit outside of Hagrid's hut, on some of his overgrown pumpkins, and have a chat.
"You've been with him for a fortnight now, when will you tell everybody?"
Hermione exhaled loudly. A wisp of cold hair flew from her mouth, indicating just how cold it really was. "I will. It's hard; just when I think I have the courage to tell them, I chicken out."
Neville nodded, clearly understanding her predicament. "But you want to, right?"
"Of course!" Hermione buried her face in her hands. "Of course I do… I was actually planning on telling them tonight." Hermione looked up and studied Neville's eyes. "You know, end the week off with a bang?"
Neville shook his head, clearly indicating that he did not agree with Hermione's notion. "I don't agree with that. I mean… let's be honest for a second; it's you and Malfoy—"
Hermione's glare ripped Neville in half. Never had he seen her so livid before… if looks could kill, Neville would be dancing the two-step in Voldemort in hell.
"Are you saying that you do not think our relationship will last more than just a few months?"
"No…" Neville gulped, trying to retrace his steps and turn what he would've said in to something positive. "I mean… it's just…" He threw his hands up in defeat. There was no point in beating around the bushes; he may as well lay it straight to Hermione. She'd probably figure out that he was trying to spare her feelings anyway. "Oh come on Hermione! Cut me some slack; he's been an arsehole to us for seven years and you expect me to just be okay with him being your boyfriend?!"
"Yes." Hermione turned away from him. "I do. Because you're my friend and because I'd hope you know the type of judgement I'd exercise before I entered in to a relationship with Draco."
The sun had set fully and the winds picked up. Hermione was ready to call it a night. All she really wanted to do was go back to her dormitory, write to Draco, and perhaps have some late night flying lessons with him. It had been quite some time since they soared through the skies of Hogwarts.
Hopefully he was back from Knockturn Alley. Perhaps his trip would prove to be excellent story telling material if and when they had their late night flies again.
"Hermione!" Neville groaned. "Let's think about it, shall we?"
"What's there to think about?"
"I mean…" There goes my courage… Neville scoured his brain for a reason other than hey, I don't think you two will have a successful relationship. Hermione clearly did not appreciate that suggestion when he was about to blurt it out. "The Quidditch matches are coming up and something like this is bound to throw the Gryffindor Quidditch team off of their game and—"
Hermione stood up abruptly. Neville almost rolled off of his pumpkin. "Neville, I will tell the Gryffindors if and when I please. I will not sit around and wait for the preliminary matches to be over and done with because we're afraid that Harry and Ron won't be able to concentrate!" Hermione had never felt such anger towards her friend. She knew Neville had honourable intentions, she really did, but she refused to sit back and put Harry and Ron's feelings before hers. She had been doing that for far too long and finally when she found her own happiness she had to more or less jeopardize it because it would be a blow to the boys' ego.
She loved Harry, Ron, and the rest of the Gryffindors… but sometimes she felt that her feelings about them were stronger than their feelings towards her. I mean, Hermione thought, if either of them were dating a Slytherin girl I would appreciate knowing rather than have them cavorting around the castle after hours because they were too afraid of what we'd think. At least it'd give me the opportunity to come to terms with their relationship versus being ridiculously upset at either of them for keeping it a secret from me for so long.
Alas, that was the rational Hermione thinking. She had learned, much to her discontent, that her two male friends did not exercise the rationality that she did.
"I wasn't saying that!" Neville stood up and towered over Hermione. "I just want everybody to be okay."
"You and I both know that nobody will be okay with this." It hurt Hermione saying it out loud; she really wanted her friends to be okay with it. "But they have to accept it if they truly are my friends." Hermione's eyes softened and she placed a gentle hand on Neville's shoulder. "Aren't you?"
He couldn't match her gaze. "I am but—"
"Then trust me?"
"I always do." His eyes locked with hers. "I just want you to be happy."
"Who says I wasn't?"
In the far distance, deep in to the Forbidden Forest, roared a lone dragon causing the creatures within the forest to disperse.
.xx.
Draco leaned against the rickety old door. The room was falling apart; peeling paint, a rusty moldy smell, and dusty furniture. It was very unlike what Draco was used to, but his parents had sponsored his stay in Knockturn Alley. Draco assumed that Blaise paid for his room alone, which is why had probably chose The White Wyvern. Narcissa and Lucius sent Draco to a high-end inn, much to their dismay, in Knockturn Alley as Draco had refused (at that time) to say in Diagon Alley.
Blaise, though, seemed unfazed by his surroundings. He was lost in his own world and Draco was beginning to worry.
Blaise never acted like that.
"What's going on—" Draco stopped short when Blaise conjured up a book. It was floating in front of Draco for a solid ten seconds before he grabbed it, releasing it from suspension.
"Read the first page."
Draco looked from Blaise to the book and back again before placing the book down on a very dusty wardrobe. "I'm not here to read a bloody book, mate. Tell me what the hell is going on."
Blaise punched one of the four posters. "My father. My father came back."
Draco felt as if the wind was whipped out of him. "Your— father…?"
"Yes." Blaise pushed himself off of the bed and began pacing the length of his room. "My father. My bloody fucking father, arghhh!" Blaise threw a punch at the wall, ultimately putting his fist through it. "Maximus, his name's fucking Maximus. Don't refer to him as my father. He isn't my anything."
Draco pushed himself off of the door and shoved his hands into his pockets. He was donning a pair of black jeans and a navy blue sweater. His hair was messy and askew from seeing Hermione earlier that day at their usual spot in the Astronomy Tower; he had no intention of grooming to go see Blaise.
"Okay…" Draco said slowly. "Maximus, then. He isn't dead?" He had to take the conversation slowly. He didn't know what mental state Blaise was in, especially since had had consumed some alcoholic potions. Draco hadn't a clue how many Blaise ingested prior to his arrival.
"No!" Blaise ran his fingers through his hair. "He isn't. He's apparently a dragon that's been in this other realm and he's decided that he wants to retire to be with mother."
"Wait, backtrack— your mother knew about this?!"
Blaise nodded. "Yeah, fucked up innit?"
"Hmmmm…" Draco walked over to Blaise's bed and sat down, somehow knowing that he wouldn't want to be standing for Blaise's story. "So Maximus has returned after ruling a dragon realm for twenty-four centuries and he wants what— ohhhh." Draco's eyes widened as they locked with Blaise's. "He wants you to takeover so he can retire…"
"Bingo." Blaise hissed. "That selfish good for nothing— I AM ABDICATING! DO YOU HEAR MAXIMUS?! I AM FUCKING ABDICATING!"
Draco shot out of the bed and grabbed his best friend by the shoulders. "Get a hold of yourself, man!" Draco saw Blaise blink a few times; he was returning to reality. The alcohol wasn't helping him, though.
"Sorry," Blaise shrugged Draco off and resumed pacing. "You're right. Maximus wants to return, his interim is coming to an end and he wants me to take over the throne."
"But you can abdicate, right?"
"About that…" Please don't be mad. Please don't be mad. A mantra repeated in his head as Blaise flicked his wand. The book that Draco set down flew towards them, opening to the page that Blaise wanted his best friend to see. After a quick enlarging charm ("Augeo!") Draco was able to read the words clearly.
Draconis Lucius Malfoy, heir apparent should the Zabini Clan abdicate.
Draco reread the line a hundred times. Blaise sunk onto the mattress and buried his head in the palms of his hand. "See?" his voice was muffled but Draco could hardly hear him over the raggedness of his breath. "My abdication… forces you to…"
"Take over?"
Blaise was silent for a heartbeat. "Does Lucius know? About dragons? About Thaczil?"
Draco shook his head very slowly, his eyes locked onto the words his mind could not stop repeating. "He's never… spoken about this…"
The sorting hat's prophecy! Draco's world began spinning very fast. A dragon and his lady… the sun and the seas… Hermione and me…?
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The skeletal dragon reared his skull and exhaled dust and ice. Ixen quivered at the sheer size of the being; it had to be, by far, the biggest, largest, and most phenomenal dragon he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. The dragon expanded his skeletal wings, the size triple that of Ixen's wingspan.
"Kapral Zabini ui ti persvek Thaczil?" (Emperor Zabini is not in Thaczil?)
Ixen lowered his snout. "Thric, sia Ith. Jaci ui shafaer Edar. Jaci huvenic ekess tepoha jacida deevdru qe wer frevor Kapral." (No, my lord. He is on Earth. He wishes to have his son be the next Emperor).
"Bensvelk. Wer vers di wer siksta ui agmasaon sini. Agmasaon, si geou qe Daar." (Good. The power of the sun is almost mine. Soon, I will be King.)
Ixen nodded and stood up. "I must return to Thaczil, sia Ith. I mustn't be caught— soon your powers will return and we can take over Thaczil."
"Coi ui ti zahae Thaczil. Si sweekmon narhethi ihk nomenes svaust stoth ve mojka: Wer Zabini Svihelen vur Malfoy Svihelen. Astahii troth wer Ifyugvreol di Rygat zyak danthe ekess astahi shar soon ehs di coi geou qe." (It is not about Thaczil. I seek revenge for those who locked me away: The Zabini Clan and Malfoy Clan. They protect the Ring of Chaos so dear to them but soon none of it will exist).
.xx.
"What are you thinking?" Blaise enquired once he saw Draco's eyes widened suddenly. It has taken him quite some time to figure out what he wanted to do. He decided that he was going to abdicate; Blaise was not ready nor did he want to be the emperor of some land that he didn't know existed. Perhaps if he was involved with his father and his realm he'd be more inclined to do so, but he wasn't and never had been.
Blaise, also, did not want to leave Draco in the dark. Blaise decided that he would tell Draco that his decision to abdicate directly impacted him, and if he decided to abdicate as well then the dragons of Thaczil could enter in to the Battle of Kings, but that did not concern Blaise or Draco. The immediate consequences of abdicating, however, would probably upset Draco very much… but Blaise was hoping against hope.
"Of the hat's prophecy."
Blaise furrowed his eyebrows. "… I wasn't expecting you to say that."
Draco closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. His head was starting to get heavy and a strange burning sensation was beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he was just missing Hermione…? No… that wasn't it. He'd missed Hermione plenty of times, but never had he been physically impacted.
He opened his eyes and Blaise stumbled backwards.
Draco frowned. "What happened?"
Blaise pointed at the mirror behind Draco, a cracked and rustic little thing. Draco turned to peer at his reflection; he saw that his normal gray irises were aflame. Fire danced and licked the whites of his eyes, giving him an animalistic appearance. Draco let out a howl of surprise and stumbled back, tripping and falling onto his behind.
"What the fuck?! What the hell is happening to me?"
Blaise clambered to the book his mother gave him just a week ago, and tossed it to Draco. "Turn to page 394."
"I'm not going to read a fucking bo—"
"If you don't turn to that fucking page our friendship is over."
Draco knew not to take his threats lightly. With hesitation, as he really wanted to know how the hell his eyes were on fire, he turned to bloody page 394. He skimmed the title (the fiery eyes did not hinder his vision. In fact, Draco felt his vision was much clearer): Abdication.
Abdicating is not as difficult as a darastrixi would perceive it to be. To abdicate, the heir must inform the present Kapral that they do not intend to take the throne. This begins the process of abdication; the process includes three steps:
1) Premeditation of abdicating
2) Informing the Kapral of abdication
3) Abdicating in front of the next heir in line
This triggers the Transferral of Powers. The next heir immediately feels the effects of being the heir-apparent. At this point the newly appointed heir-apparent can: a1) immediately abdicate* which will force a Battle of Kings or, a2) post-abdicate** which can be done up until the coronation or, b) accept.
The newly appointed heir-apparent has until their Coronation to abdicate.
* In order to immediately abdicate, the new heir apparent must not mentally desire to take over the throne at the time the existing heir apparent abdicates. They must enter a state of denial immediately which bypasses the Transferral of Powers and forces Thaczil in to a state of Battle of Kings
** Occurs when newly appointed heir apparent decides, after accepting the role of heir apparent at the time of previous heir apparent abdicating, that they do not want to go forth and undertake the role as Kapral. Post-abdication expires when Coronation has been completed.
Note: for the next heir apparent to abdicate, they must simply inform the current abdicating heir apparent that they do not wish to take over the throne. The next heir apparent need not inform the Kapral.
The flames that were Draco's irises grew stronger, engulfing his eyes almost altogether. Draco slowly shut the book and locked his gaze with Blaise— unknown to Draco; his canine teeth were elongated, but just slightly. "You… you knew abdicating forced the powers onto me?"
Blaise clambered to stand up, facing Draco eye-to-eye. "If you had any intention to abdicate the powers would've bypassed you, you read it yourself! You abdicating isn't the same process as me abdicating; I have to tell my father and you whereas you just need to not want to do it."
"You fucking snake…" It was Draco's turn to punch a hole through the wall. "You could've told me the entire story without saying you abdicated! You live true to your goddamn Slytherin name."
Blaise took a tentative step towards Draco. "But you don't want to say no… that's why you're beginning to feel your powers." He was really hoping that Draco was okay with what was happening, but that was next to impossible. Blaise knew Draco, he knew that Draco would be incredibly upset with what was happening, but Draco would not reject the opportunity presented before him.
Draco Malfoy was a calculating man and he was analyze the situation from every possible angle before making a decision such as abdication.
Narrowing his eyes, Draco took a step away from Blaise. "I don't know what I want to do. I didn't know any of this existed until five minutes ago and now suddenly I have powers?!" Draco combed his fingers through his hair, wanting to keep his fists busy so that he wouldn't throw a punch and knock out Blaise's teeth. "Your father had to live away from your mother for Merlin knows how long. I just got Hermione and you're already taking her away from me?!"
Fuck, Blaise felt like an asshole. I did not think of that…
"Low blow, Zabini."
"Draco I'm—"
"Goodbye."
Blaise let out a blood curdling scream of anguish when Draco stormed out of his room.
"I FUCKING HATE YOU MAXIMUS!"
.xx.
Maximus clutched his head and let out an involuntary groan of pain. Aurelia rushed to her husband's side and gathered him in her arms. He had been getting a terrible amount of migraines since Blaise secretly floo'd out of their manor a few days prior and neither of them could diagnose the cause.
"Maximus!"
"My head!" The pain, this time around, was absolutely unbearable. Along with a murderous headache, a searing pain scorched his back, right where his—
Maximus's eyes widened. "SHIT!" Fighting the pain of his headache, Maximus clawed at his chest garb trying to pull it off as fast as possible. Aurelia took the hint and helped him out of his dragonhide chest armour— and she let out a shriek of despair.
"Your insignia!"
Maximus clawed at his back but couldn't feel the intricate patterns of raised skin that identified him as the Kapral. It had been his family crest, the Zabini Clan, along with the traditional Kapral of Thaczil crest; it was what identified him as the ruler of the mystical land of dragons. Every emperor had their crest emblazed onto their body by unknown, unseen forces… it was innate; happened for as long as any darastrix could remember.
And when the blood heir of the Kapral abdicates the Kapral loses his insignia, as his lineage would be coming to a definitive end…
"He… he abdicated…" His voice was breaking. "In front of… in… Draco…"
Aurelia sunk to her knees. "He couldn't have… he— CONNIE!" Aurelia shrieked for her house elf. "GET ME MY FLOO POWDER!"
The Zabinis were going to pay the Malfoys a visit.
.xx.
Edited: August 12, 2016
Well what do we have here? A chapter that actually advances the plot?! Wolf Blossom, I didn't know you had it in you :P
Hope you guys are enjoying it so far :)
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