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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."
.xx.
Narcissa shrieked and almost fell out of her armchair when her fireplace roared to life, transforming to a beautiful shade of emerald. Lucius, who was in the study going over some paperwork, hurriedly rushed to his wife in the drawing room with a plethora of house elves in tow when he heard her scream.
He was surprised to come face to face with his dear old friend, Maximus Zabini.
"Maximus?!"
The soon-to-be retired Kapral couldn't acknowledge Lucius as he was writhing in pain. Narcissa was quick to recover and hurriedly instructed two of her house elves to call for their family witchdoctor. Aurelia was trying to help sooth Maximus and Lucius had joined her.
"What's happening?" Narcissa's eyes searched Aurelia's. "Is Max okay? Did something happen to the Ring of Chaos?"
Aurelia shook her head in sadness. Lucius helped Maximus stand up and assisted him towards a chaise not too far from where Narcissa had been sitting. Aurelia had her hands clasped together, she was breaking into a cold sweat and her nerves were starting to consume her entire being.
"We… told Blaise of Thaczil."
Lucius tore his attention off of his friend and towards Aurelia. "You did what?! Hadn't we agreed that we would sit Blaise and Draco down together and let them know of their origins at the same time?"
Maximus was having a tough time breathing; the pain was absolutely excruciating. He couldn't recall if the initial emblazoning of the insignias was as painful as what he was feeling right then. He let out an involuntary grunt of pain before pushing himself off of the chaise. He needed to get his two-sickles in before Lucius released his wrath.
"We… did…" Fuck, it's so hard to breath. "But… I'm sorry… my fault…"
Aurelia decided to take over from there. "We told Blaise as we genuinely believed he would understand our predicament. We had no idea that he was going to—"
"What do you mean no idea?!" Narcissa cut everybody off. "You hid his father from him for eighteen years, you lied to him, lulled him into a false sense of security, and then suddenly expect him to be okay with being the Emperor of Thaczil?! A world he had no idea existed until that very moment?!"
"You hadn't told Draco." Aurelia feebly tried to counter but Lucius was quick to retort.
"The Zabini's have reigned over Thaczil for over five thousand centuries." Lucius placed emphasis on the length of time. "We did not, were not, and are not anticipating your lineage to abdicate; therefore we did not groom Draco to be Kapral; he does not need to know until Blaise's coronation, at which points he should know for the mere fact that until Blaise sires an heir, Draco could still take the throne should something fatal happen to Blaise."
Narcissa nodded, agreeing with her husband's sentiment. "Exactly. Blaise, on the other hand, should've been groomed. Having such a responsibility foisted upon him is not only irresponsible, but also idiotic." Then added as an afterthought: "No offence meant."
Aurelia exhaled shakily. "None taken. Then why did we agree to tell both boys at the same time?"
"Well," Narcissa began before Lucius could, "since you both had already decided to hide it from Blaise we couldn't do much to change your mind. It only made sense to tell them both at the same time that way if, by the slim chance Blaise abdicated, we would be there to address all of Draco's concern; whether he wanted to abdicate immediately, wait until coronation, or accept."
Aurelia groaned. "Well dragon dung has hit the fan."
Lucius's eyes narrowed. "Meaning?"
Maximus took a shaky step forward. "Blaise— he… abdicated… Draco…"
A loud clatter was heard and all eyes whipped to Narcissa. She had backed into a decorative table causing the contents to topple off of it. "Your… your Kapral insignia…" Narcissa finally took in that Maximus was shirtless and that the Kapral insignia on his back was fading into his skin, disappearing almost altogether.
"Blaise has abdicated." Aurelia whispered her voice hardly audible. "And… we don't know if Draco accepted or…"
"WHERE ARE THEY?!" Lucius's voice was a bellow.
"We don't—"
"HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW?!" Lucius cut Aurelia off. "Where are our sons?! How the hell is he abdicating and how the hell is Draco with him?! No way could the Transferral of Powers have been initiated unless Blaise abdicated in front of Draco, and that too only if he abdicated in front of Maximus beforehand."
Aurelia gulped and Narcissa was choosing to remain quiet the whole time. "Blaise… did say he did not want the title. But we only thought it was because he was overwhelmed with all that we were telling him."
Lucius began pacing the length of the drawing room. "How could you both be so irresponsible? Narcissa, quill a letter to Minerva. We need to know where the hell those two boys are."
Narcissa nodded. "Right away." She hurried off to quickly contact Minerva McGonagall; she was highly doubtful that Blaise and Draco were in Hogwarts. They were stupid, yes, but they weren't clueless. Blaise would never initiate an abdication in the middle of Hogwarts. Abdicating meant that he had to give Draco some details of their lineage and she highly doubted Blaise would instigate such a conversation within their boarding school.
As Narcissa left the drawing room, the witchdoctor hurried in.
"Elwes, please tend to Master Zabini." Lucius needn't say anymore; Elwes was a skilled witchdoctor and had already figured out that Master Zabini wasn't human, and neither an animagus.
"Aurelia, come with me. You need to tell me everything."
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Draco withdrew funds from his Grinngotts bank account to rent a room in the Leakey Cauldron. He was not ready to go back to Hogwarts; he did not want to face Hermione, particularly because his eyes had yet to return to normal. How could Blaise do something as stupid as abdicating in front of him when he knew that it would trigger the so-called Transferral of Power?
But if you really didn't want it, it would've bypassed you. Draco told himself, repeating what Blaise had said not too long ago, as he began stripping out of his clothes to take a long and much needed shower. You're curious. That's why you're suddenly have dragon powers…
"Bloody hell!" He punched the doorframe as he entered the ensuite. "You're absolutely ridiculous, Zabini!"
Aurelia was unable to travel to Thaczil, which was why she remained on Earth with Blaise. What did that mean for Hermione and him? They had only been together for a fortnight but he knew – just knew – that she was somebody that would become invaluable to him; a woman that he would rely on for, quite possibly, the rest of his life.
And he did not want her to endure the pain that Aurelia had to endure.
"Which means," he murmured as he entered the shower. The rhythm of the water beat against his back immediately releasing the tension his muscles had built up. "I would either have to abdicate to be with her, accept the throne and find out how to have her travel to this… world… or…"
He hated the last option.
I accept and… end our relationship.
But Draco knew that the last option was not an option at all. Hermione came first. The throne of a realm he had never heard about up until that very same day came second.
Everything would come second… Hermione would always… always be first.
No ifs, ands, or buts.
No conditions.
No negotiation.
.xx.
Dear Mrs. Malfoy,
I regret to inform you that Mr. Blaise Zabini has not returned to Hogwarts since his permitted leave of absence a week ago. After a thorough search through the castle, and after consulting with his housemates, I am able to conclude that Mr. Draco Malfoy is also not at Hogwarts and has not been since Friday after the last class had ended.
It is quite possible that Mr. Malfoy is spending the weekend at Hogsmeade. I cannot assure you with complete certainty, though, and neither am I able to reprimand him as the weekend is his time off to do as he pleases.
Should Mr. Malfoy not return by Monday morning, I will write to you immediately. If this is of an urgent matter, please let me know and I will do my best to aid you.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Narcissa read the letter with shaky hands. It had arrived two hours after she sent her letter to the headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was almost afraid of showing the letter to Lucius and Maximus. Neither man was known to contain their anger very well, and especially when Maximus was enduring deadly pain Narcissa knew that letting him know Blaise and Draco were missing in action was very unwise.
I can't hide it from them, though. Narcissa thought dejectedly. She had to show Lucius and Maximus— the situation was too dire to do otherwise. Oh Blaise… Draco… what are you two up to?
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Sunday dawned and Draco was pleased to see that his eyes returned to their normal grey colour. He hadn't heard or seen Blaise since the incident Friday night and, frankly, he did not want to see Blaise for the rest of his natural life…
Which could be forever if I go through with this dragon thing. He mused while packing a few trinkets he picked up on his little weekend away. Draco was particularly fond of an enchanted one-tier bookcase he purchased for Hermione. It was suited to be a tabletop accessory and was enchanted that an unlimited supply of books could be stored into it. All the reader had to do was think of the title, and it would appear on the shelf.
He also purchased a few enchanted mugs for his mates, they were on a buy-one-get-three free sale. It was too good to pass up. He had one for himself, Theodore, Adrian and… well, he had a fourth one that would be Blaise's if he ever rectified the situation he put Draco in.
With his purchases in hand, Draco grabbed a handful of floo and positioned himself in front of the fireplace in Diagon Alley.
Alright then… time to face my world…
And by that, he knew he meant Hermione.
"SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM!" He roared in an authoritative voice and threw the powder into the fireplace. The fireplace roared to life with the floo travel emerald green colour; Draco stepped into the flames and allowed the warmth to consume every ounce of his body.
Within seconds he began his travel through the world of floo. His gut was clenching; he couldn't wait to have Hermione back in his arms.
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Missed me?
Hermione's heart jumped to her throat when she felt her journal heat up. Sunday was coming to an end and she returned to her dormitory just moments prior after her little powwow with Neville. She was slightly irritated with him; she couldn't believe that he was putting precedence on Harry and Ron. She was just as important as them and, frankly, she did not care at all about how the heck they felt when they were playing Quidditch.
"Why should their feelings affect their gameplay?" She more or less muttered to herself.
I don't know, Bad Faith. Did you miss me?
I missed you something fierce.
The butterflies that lay dormant in Hermione's belly roared to life. She had not anticipated him responding in the fashion that he had just done.
In that case, as did I.
Come see me?
Astronomy Tower?
Come to the Slytherin Common room? My house knows about us, I'm positive they won't mind.
I don't know…
If you're uncomfortable, I won't force you. Astronomy Tower then? Maybe we can pick up on our flying practices ;)
Hermione giggled. I like the sound of that.
See you soon, bookworm.
Hermione slammed her journal shut and grabbed her cloak. It was very chilly and knowing that she would be flying at a higher altitude, she didn't want to run the risk of catching a cold— or worse! Pneumonia. After securing her cloak on (and changing into something a lot more visually appealing than her Hogwarts school uniform), Hermione descended the stairs that led to their Common Room. A few first and second years were gathered around the fireplace studying while the seventh and eighth years lounged on the sofas and armchairs scattered decoratively around the ovular room.
"Where you headed?" Ron looked up from his game of chess with Kellah.
Hermione's eyes flickered to Neville who, almost immediately, lost all colour in his face. Turning back to Ron, Hermione crossed her arms.
"Out."
"Okay?" Ron raised both eyebrows and turned his attention back to his game. "Have fun."
"Yeah!" Neville was very happy that Ron did not press the matter. "Have fun!"
"You going to study?" Fay looked up from her textbook. "I can join you; I'm getting so nervous about D.A.D.A. Potions I can stand… but… making our own spell?! Is that even a thing?"
Hermione felt her heart begin beating uncontrollably. "I'm not going to study."
Neville stood up. "Hermione! Ha! Ha! You're making a joke right? Right?!"
Rolling her eyes Hermione began heading towards the portrait door. "No, I'm not joking. I'm not going to study; I'm actually going to meet somebody."
Kelleh tore her attention off of her game. "You are?! Who?"
Hermione had a hand on the knob that pushed the portrait open. Harry, who had been engrossed in a conversation with Ginny, Dean, and Seamus, also put a hold on what they were doing to turn his attention to Hermione. It wasn't odd of her to leave their Common Room at ungodly hours, but what was odd was that it wasn't for studying but rather to meet somebody.
Somebody that clearly wasn't Gryffindor because all of them were in the Common Room right then and there.
"Draco Malfoy."
All the air was sucked out of the room.
"… Draco Malfoy?" Harry repeated. "Why would you go see him?"
Hermione inhaled deeply and pushed the portrait door open. "Why wouldn't I? I've been dating him for a fortnight." And not waiting for their response, Hermione left the Common Room.
Everybody stared after her. The grandfather clock in the corner ticked loudly and, after ten seconds (but which really felt like an eternity), Kellah burst into laughter. Everybody turned their attention to look at her and Neville, for a moment, thought that he was going to lose his mind.
"That girl! She's obviously pulling our leg, guys. Honestly, you know she wouldn't date him. She's probably going to meet with a professor something." Kellah turned back to her game.
Ron rolled his eyes. "She tried to pull the same shit a few years ago, but she said she was dating Crabbe— she probably is going to meet Malfoy, but to talk about their project or something. Honestly, that woman…"
Neville's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?! So none of you believe her?"
"What's there to believe?" Ginny shrugged. "I'm with Ron; she is going to meet him but they aren't dating. And besides, we all started hanging out with our partners a lot over the last fortnight, and the fact that they're partners for everything only makes sense that they will meet up."
THEY DON'T BELIEVE HER?! Neville was ready to slap every single person in the Common Room. He was relieved, slightly, that they didn't believe her. It went back to the argument he made for her in front of Hagrid's place. But a part of him also was very disappointed; he wanted everybody to know for Hermione's sake. He was caught between a rock and a hard place.
If Hermione likes Malfoy she likes him, I just wish his reputation was slightly better for her sake.
Neville's eyes widened. I have an idea!
.xx.
Hermione all but ran to Draco when she spotted him at their usual pillar in the Astronomy Tower. He looked as beautiful as she remembered; his hair windswept, his muscles taut and visible underneath his black t-shirt, his rough and calloused hands…
"Malfoy!" She heard herself call. She wanted to surprised him, sneak up on him and catch him off guard but she couldn't contain her excitement. Since the beginning of school, that weekend was the longest she had ever been away from him and she, if she were being honest with herself, did not enjoy that feeling at all.
Draco turned around and gave her the biggest grin he had ever given anybody. Breaking into a run, Hermione lunged into his arms and allowed his musky scent to engulf her; it felt good to be back in his arms. Draco held onto her tightly.
He needed to feel her.
He needed to feel her body against his, he needed to bury his face in her hair and inhale her scent— he needed her. Draco pulled back and devoured her lips with his. Never had he needed a woman so fiercely. Never had he wanted to be with a woman with his body, mind, and soul…
Never had he had himself a Hermione Granger.
Hermione tightened her hold on him and urged her body to get closer to his. Draco's arms were wrapped securely around her waist and, at the opportune moment, he broke free of the kiss.
"Trust me?" He whispered. Hermione nodded and, without missing a beat, he tipped off of the side of the tower with Hermione in his arms. Draco was falling backwards with Hermione tightly squeezed against him. Her eyes were snapped closed but it was not out of fear; she was immersed in the moment of simply being.
Being herself.
Being with Draco.
Being alive.
Draco's body fell onto a fluff of conjured cloud. Lightyear was flying circles around the couple, acting as a guard against any oncoming stray birds. Hermione smiled while looking into Draco's eyes, grey and beautiful just as she remembered. "Hey, bad faith." She finally greeted.
"Hey yourself, bookworm." He pushed some stray locks out of her eyes. "I missed you."
Hermione smiled and kissed his forehead. "I missed you back. Everything okay?"
Draco grunted and pushed himself up to be propped on his elbow. Hermione remained lying on his chest; she was too comfortable to move and, if he were going to be honest, he was not going to let her move.
"Well… it's a long story."
"We have time…"
Draco shook his head. "Now is not the time, bookworm." He whispered. His left fingertips were running up and down the length of her arm. "I just want you. I'll tell you, I promise, but not yet?"
Hermione bit her lip. She wanted to argue but she thought against it. She could tell by the aura he was exuding that he was physically and mentally drained. She wanted to be there for him but he needed to want her to be there before she could do it.
"Quit thinking," he flicked her nose, "I know your bookworm-brain is up to no good."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "On the contrary, Monsieur Mal Foi, I was convincing myself not to press the matter so that I may give you time to come to terms with whatever has happened."
He chuckled, the sound musical to Hermione's ears. "Thank you, bookworm."
"Always," Hermione finally climbed off of him and sat, cross legged, on the cloud. "But I have a story for you!"
Draco cocked an eyebrow still in his propped up position. "Oh?"
And Hermione entered into her spiel of the conversation she had with Neville earlier that day, and what happened in her Common Room just moments prior. Draco was holding in his laughter, clearly very amused with what she had to go through. Hermione, realizing he was not taking her seriously, smacked his arm.
"Draco!"
"Sorry, sorry! I can't believe Longbottom has his knickers in a twist over us. That too about how Pothead and Weaselbub will feel. Truthfully, he's probably concerned that this little tidbit will hinder their performance for the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match coming up later this month." Draco finally pushed himself to sit up. "How cute."
"Seriously, Draco." Hermione muttered. "And I don't think my friends believed me when I said I was dating you."
"Consider the method in which you told them." Draco rolled his eyes. "You literally had a foot out of your portrait door when you tossed, over your shoulder, that you've been dating me for a fortnight. Didn't you tell them a few years ago you were dating Crabbe as an April Fool's joke?"
Hermione blushed. "Yeah…"
"Well then? Can you blame them for not believing you? Honestly, and you call yourself a 'smart' witch."
"Sod off."
Draco laughed and pulled her into his arms. "I know you want everybody to know, and I know you're scared—"
"I'm not—"
"Don't cut me off."
Hermione bit her lip and rolled her eyes. Entitled prick.
"Stop thinking ill thoughts about me."
Hermione giggled. "I am not…"
Draco rolled his eyes and decided to move past their little roadblock and continue with the conversation. "As I was saying, you want the school to know and I agree, I want them to know as well, but you're afraid." He placed a finger on her lips when he saw her open her mouth to argue with him again. "You aren't afraid because you're dating me, I'm not claiming shame, I'm saying you're afraid because you crave acceptance which you aren't sure you will get when we come out as a couple."
Okay, he hit the nail on the head with that one but… "I don't care about that."
"You say you don't, but you do." Draco placed two fingers in his mouth and whistled for Lightyear. The broom zoomed towards them and positioned itself beside Draco, knowing that the couple was about to mount it. "And I do too. I want them to accept us; I say I don't care but deep down I do."
Hermione remained silent when he helped her mount Lightyear. Draco straddled his broom and, in a second, their cloud bed disappeared. In one fluid motion, Draco wrapped his arm around her waist and the other hand gripped the staff of the broom. Using sheer will alone, Draco began an ascent, going higher and higher to the sky, embracing the darkness with his lady.
A dragon and his lady…
Draco could feel his heart pounding against his chest. He did not want to worry Hermione about what transpired over the weekend just yet. He wanted to be with her and not have her worry about what may be because of his situation.
"Hermione," his breath tickled her earlobe resulting in her hairs to stand on end.
She tilted her head slightly towards the side in which his voice sounded from. "Yes?"
"I missed you."
.xx.
Edited: August 13, 2016
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