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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.
Time was at a standstill.
All eyes were glued on Draco and Hermione, everybody's mind reeling with disbelief. The Draco Malfoy and the Hermione Granger were romantically involved?! Never in the last seven years would anybody have ever guessed it.
"Uhh…" Fay finally sounded involuntarily. Draco pulled back and, because his back was facing everybody else, glanced over his shoulder with a lethal look twinkling in his eyes.
"If anybody has anything to say about it, don't say it. I don't care, she doesn't care, so you bloody well damn shouldn't care and get used to it. Understand?" There was a gravelly undertone in his voice that everybody immediately picked up on. Maximus was ready to step forward and intervene if Draco's dormant dragon abilities began to surface.
Before he could do anything, however, McGonagall held up one of her hands.
"Mr. Malfoy, who you are in a relationship with, is none of our concerns. Now please, limit your public displays of affection and focus on your studies—I run a school not a… not a… courting service." McGonagall was not able to find a better comparison, so she let her angry tone do the talking for her. "Please resume your daily activities. I believe you lot," she nodded her head to the gaping Gryffindor girls (and Padma Patil), "have classes shortly."
McGonagall turned to Lucius (who had smoke billowing from his ears from learning of his son's romantic relationship) and Maximus (who was somewhat confused with why Draco and Hermione being in a relationship was of any concern, but nonchalant nonetheless) and nodded her head to the elder counterparts of the Slytherin troublemakers. "I am glad that we have come to some form of an agreement regarding our… situation. If you need any assistance from me, please do not hesitate to owl me." With years of skills, honed and mastered, McGonagall was able to quickly shoo Maximus Zabini and Lucius Malfoy out of her castle before Lucius could explode and whirled unto her students.
"Didn't I say resume your daily activities?!" If McGonagall had spoken to Voldemort with the tone she had just used, Draco and Blaise were certain the Dark Lord would've crawled into the hole that he originated from.
Squeaking, and being the first to split, Fay shot out of the vicinity with the rest to quickly follow. Blaise and Draco weren't too far behind the girls—they needed to get away from McGonagall before she could corner them about their dragon blood. The chance of McGonagall seeking answers was much more frightening than either of their fathers.
Draco watched as his girlfriend's friends rounded a corner with Hermione in the center of them. Well, that was definitely not how I intended to go about doing this. But they were asking for her.
His shoulder tensed when he felt Blaise's hand come in contact with it. Draco turned around and was almost taken aback when he saw the forlorn look on his best mate's face. "Zabini?"
Blaise inhaled deeply. "I… sincerely apologize, mate."
Draco's eyes narrowed but he nodded, just slightly, indicating to Blaise that he was okay to continue speaking.
The candles that illuminated Hogwarts flickered causing their shadows to grown and shrink rather eerily. No students were in the vicinity, so the deadly silence added to the unnerving atmosphere. Draco was half expected Peeves to whiz by, shrieking madly in their ears.
"I should've explained everything to you before I abdicated but—I mean, not to make excuses or anything… I just…" Blaise was at a loss for words and Draco was able to read that easily. His eyes were darting back and forth as he searched for the right word to continue his apology. The Slytherin in Draco told him to let Blaise grovel in his apology; have him beg for forgiveness but the other side of Draco… the side the Hermione touched, told him not to be an ass to his best mate and to forgive him.
Mistakes happen.
But mistakes tested the strength of friendships and Draco wanted to say that his friendship with Blaise was much stronger than Blaise's childish stupidity.
Besides… it wasn't as if Draco was stuck being the… what did the bloke's father call it? Kapral…? Yes… it wasn't as if Draco was stuck being the Kapral of Thaczil. He had the opportunity to abdicate, right up until his potential coronation. That gave him time to think, ponder, assess, and discuss the situation with his parents (well, maybe his mother because his father was clearly less than impressed when he left Hogwarts) and his girlfriend (as the situation could potentially affect her, seeing as Maximus had to leave Aurelia in a different dimension altogether just so that he could run Thaczil).
"Quit your blubbering," despite Hermione influencing him to be a nicer person, he was still a jerk most of the time. "We all know you're the stupidest of the snakes." Blaise's eyes widened when he saw Draco smirking. "But you better believe that you will be one of those wingmen dragons I get. I wonder if you still have your dragon powers regardless of you abdicating… I mean… it's not like your abdication erases your dragon DNA altogether."
Blaise's jaw went slack; he was absolutely stunned with Draco's response to him. The bloke hadn't been talking to him up until half an hour ago and there he was entertaining potentially making him a wingman?! Hermione did a number on him… Picking his jaw up off the floor, Blaise's lips curled up into a miniscule smirk. "What makes you think I'd be your wingman?"
"Your sorry-self abdicated the throne, thus forcing me to potentially take it. You need to be punished and the best way is to make you my little bitch and have you do all my dirty work for me." Draco was quick to dodge the punch Blaise threw in his direction.
"Your bitch? Pardon me, Malfoy, but you seem to be living in an alternate universe—"
He interrupted Blaise. "Actually I will be. The name of this universe is Thaczil, if you didn't know."
Dumbfounded, Blaise could do nothing but shake his head. "You are something else, Draco."
"Yeah, yeah, Hermione tells me that all the time. Speaking of Hermione—"
"Damage control?"
Draco nodded solemnly. "Oh yeah…"
"Ballsy, what you did there."
"I know, but I can't stand people not believing her anymore." Draco tilted his head and looked over at Blaise as the duo began heading to their next class. "You know she told the Gryffindors and they thought she was joking?"
Blaise raised his eyebrows. "Why?"
"She once pulled an April Fools prank and convinced everybody she was dating Crabbe." Draco shrugged. "The idiots assumed she was joking again."
Blaise snickered and missed that he walked through a ghost. The ghost shrieked in fright and Blaise rapidly tried to wave away the ghost essence that engulfed him. "Ackkttt!" He began coughing; how could a phantom creature have tangible essence?! Blaise would never know.
"I will never understand how the hell ghost cloud envelopes us whenever we walk through one of them." Blaise murmured. The duo entered the central chamber that housed the moving staircases. They were not immune to the stares and whispers that were shot in their direction. Draco knew that they were staring and talking about why he and Blaise were called to McGonagall's office—no way could it have been regarding him and Hermione.
He had just kissed her! Nobody could possibly—
"He's dating Hermione Granger!"
Draco's head whipped in the direction he heard the not-so-subtle whisper. "How could they possibly know already?!"
"Padma was with the girls," Blaise ruminated. "Ravenclaw."
"Is that supposed to mean something?" Draco eyed a third year Hufflepuff warily as he sidestepped to get onto the staircase. Blaise, fortunately, was not too far behind him. "What does Ravenclaw have anything to do with—ohhh, Orla Quirke!"
Draco caught on; Orla Quirke, the girl that Hermione was supposed to interview to understand the properties of heartbreak, was quite the gossiper. It was said that she was to be the next Rita Skeeter, though how anybody could compare to her Draco would never know.
Blaise must've meant that Padma had gone and immediately told her friends, Orla must've been in the vicinity and, as quick as a forest fire, word had spread and everybody was in the know. It didn't bother Draco, though, as he and Hermione had decided a long time ago that they were not going to keep their relationship a secret.
But he was worried about how Hermione was feeling.
He hadn't really consulted her when he had gone ahead and kissed her in front of everybody (including his blasted father), and he was somewhat worried that her temper would get the best of her and they would engage in their first couples spat.
You'll cross that bridge when you get there, Draco.
His ears were abuzz with the whispers of students around them. Draco felt Blaise's arm on his shoulder and his tensed shoulders relaxed slightly. Perhaps making Blaise one of his wingmen (should he accept the throne) wasn't that bad of an idea…
"Zabini." Draco glanced over his shoulder. Blaise raised an eyebrow indicating that he had heard Draco calling him. "Let's keep our lineage between us for now, okay?"
"Sounds good. We have to deal with you and Granger first… then deal with us."
"Do not tell any of the other snakes as well."
"Dragon's honour."
Involuntarily, Draco burst into laughter.
.xx.
All eighth year students assembled in Snape's potions classroom. Eyes were glued onto the couple that was, ironically, assigned to sit together in every-bloody-class. For the on looking spectators Draco decided to put on a show; he pulled Hermione's seat out for her and, when she had taken the seat, he leaned forward to kiss her cheek gently.
Her eyes darted in his direction.
"Mad?" He murmured against her ear and the corner of her lip tugged.
"A little. But I'll get over it."
Chuckling – a low baritone sound that sent waves of need to ignite in Hermione's stomach – Draco took his own seat. "I'm sure you will. What angers you, Granger?"
"That you're hiding things from me."
Their conversation practically echoed off of the stone walls of the dungeon classroom. The couple paid the rest of the students no heed; they were going to stare, and stare, and stare and Draco and Hermione were not about to pause their life just so that their classmates and peers could come to terms with their relationship.
It just wasn't how Malfoy and Granger did things.
"Oh? So you aren't particularly upset that I kissed you in front of my father?"
An audible gasp sounded somewhere in the room. Ron was beginning to clench his fist—if somebody didn't stop the smitten idiots, he would do it himself!
"That? Oh, he would've found out sooner or later—though a warning would've sufficed, Malfoy." Hermione leaned her cheek against her palm. She was acutely aware of everybody gawking at them. She was used to unneeded attention, though; Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived-and-continued-to-live-after-defeating-Voldemort, was one of her two best friends.
"I live for spontaneous in-your-face moments, if you haven't realized that as of yet, Granger." Draco, just for show, flicked her nose.
Hermione scrunched her face, displaying her distaste with his gesture. "No, that hasn't upset me. I'm upset that you left for the weekend, returned, and was called for an important meeting with Headmistress McGonagall without me knowing anything."
"Ahhhh, that." Draco felt fire dancing in his belly. His inner dragon… his Kapral blood. "We'll talk about that… in private." It was then that he glanced behind him to glare at his peers. Almost immediately the classroom engaged themselves in useless tasks; they were trying to pretend that they weren't all just eavesdropping.
"It's bad enough this lot is rendered speechless by our relationship, I don't want to go ahead and reveal to them that I've been crowned King of all the Wizarding World." His quip earned him a punch courtesy of his girlfriend.
Draco chuckled and rubbed the spot she hit. "That hurt, Granger."
"Suck it up, Malfoy."
From behind, Susan Bones called out: "What kind of couple refers to each other by their surnames?!"
"Ever heard of a pet name, Susan?" Draco was quick to retort and Susan blushed a deep red. She hadn't anticipated Draco Malfoy to respond to her with lightning speed. Before anybody else could speak up, Potions Master Professor Snape entered his classroom.
"Class, open your textbooks and turn to page seven hundred and sixty two."
Underneath their joint table, Draco caught Hermione's hand and laced his fingers through hers. It was a small gesture, but Hermione knew the meaning behind it: you're my everything.
.xx.
Draco and Hermione left class hand-in-hand (a connection they made at the beginning of the class which Draco refused to relinquish), and were subject of everyone's peering gazes. Hermione stood with her back straight and her shoulders pulled back; she knew what she signed up for when she and Draco decided that they wouldn't keep their relationship a secret.
Coming up behind Draco and Hermione were, who Draco referred to, the Snakes. Blaise, Theodore, and Adrian stood protectively close to Draco and Hermione and scowled at all of the onlookers. Adrian pushed past Hermione and crossed his arms, taking a stand directly in front of the couple.
"What're you lot gawking at?! Don't you have anything better to do?"
Ron, who was standing at the foot of the crowd, glared at Adrian. "You knew?!"
"You have to be daft to not know." Adrian snickered. "We," he ushered to the other Snakes, "knew while they were courting. Unlike you," the noun was spat like a curse word, "we are aware of what our mate is doing and feeling at any given point in the day. Did you think it was normal that Granger was flouncing—" at the word flounce Hermione made a word that was a cross between a squeak and a snarl, "around Hogwarts at ungodly hours of the night? Because we sure as hell didn't think it was normal for Draco to be doing that."
It was Theodore, now, who pushed past Draco and Hermione. "Forget it, Pucey. They are daft."
The Gryffindor girls looked from one to another when, finally, Kellah decided to take step forward. "We knew… she told us and to be frank—"
"To be frank, Morris," Blaise, finally, entered the mix, "Hermione told all of you yet you believed it to be a joke."
That shut Kellah up quickly.
"Care to sit at our table today for free period, Hermione?" Blaise called from over his shoulder as he, too, joined the ranks of Adrian and Theodore in front of Draco and Hermione. The aforementioned girl's eyes flickered to Blaise before locking with Kellah's.
"Thanks for the offer, Blaise," Hermione said, her voice strong and her words enunciated, "but I believe that I would like to sit with my friends."
Blaise nodded and turned back to the crowd. It kept growing, members of the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw houses gathering at an alarming rate. If Blaise had to gander a guess, he would say that all of Gryffindor house was already present. The Slytherin house showed less care than any of the others; if Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Adrian Pucey were okay with the union then who were they to say anything about it?
"Very well. If any of you say anything to her…"
Finally, after bated breath, Draco pushed past his friends.
"You will have to answer to me."
.xx.
"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!"
Hermione was unfazed when Ron exploded on her during their walk to the Great Hall for lunch. Swarms of Gryffindors, some of which the eighth years couldn't even properly recognize, crowded them with the hope of catching a glimpse of the Brains of the Golden Trio, the Gryffindor Angel—the one that had managed to steal the heart of the Slytherin Prince… he, who had been wild and untameable for seven years.
"Wait, better question, were you even thinking?"
Ginny scowled at her brother. "Put a sock in it, Ron."
The boys were silent, allowing Ron to vent his rage but the girls were not going to hear any of it.
"As obscure as this situation may be," Kellah, ever so rational Kellah, "we must respect Hermione's wishes. I mean," Kellah winked at Hermione, "she has saved our arses numerous times throughout the last seven years with her unmatchable judgement… I do believe that she can judge Malfoy well enough to determine if she wants to date him or not."
Ron would hear nothing of it. "This is bullocks! He must've put a spell on you… that's why he punched me, isn't it?!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ronald, we were not dating then. And I did tell all of you in the Common Room—am I to blame if all of you thought me to be joking? Anyway, Neville was in the know for some time now."
All eyes whirled unto Neville. The poor boy gulped and waited to be interrogated by his peers and friends.
"You knew?!"
Hermione snorted. "Hadn't you thought it weird that he was acting jittery?"
"He's always jittery." Dean responded almost immediately. "But… Hermione… this is just too… weird."
Harry had been silent for the whole time and Hermione knew he was rationalizing everything that was happening. That was Harry; the emotionally charged irrational rational friend. She would get his response eventually, perhaps not then, but eventually.
Though she was particularly surprised that the girls seemed so accepting of the fact she was dating Draco. Perhaps it was because she had already told them earlier on and all they needed was proof? But why would they need proof to begin with? Hermione's head was beginning to hurt; Draco's friends seemed so accepting of our relationship yet mine are wary and judgemental? Truth be told, it hurt Hermione deeply.
But she wasn't about to show her friends. She would, when she was ready, talk to them about their reaction… but she knew that a few of them would be incredibly volatile with the news of her relationship with Draco. Thus speaking to them anytime in the near future would be futile.
"I care about him." Hermione said her voice heavy with emotion. "He has helped me, countless times." She referenced Draco saving her from Bellatrix, something only Ron and Harry were aware of. "What else would you like me to say? I care for him, he cares for me. Ergo we are dating."
Seamus rubbed his temples. "My brain. I need a drink. Come, Hermione." Seamus grabbed Hermione's upper arm and dragged her away from the crowd. In their wake were the eighth year Gryffindors and their miniature peers, all goggling at Seamus and Hermione. He whispered something to her that caused her to throw her head back in laughter.
Neville, finally, cleared his throat. "Shall we join them?"
"You KNEW?" Ron whirled unto him. "Why didn't you tell us?"
Neville raised an eyebrow. "It's her relationship, Ron," Neville tried to rationalize with his friend. "It isn't my place to say."
"She's dating DRACO MALFOY." Ron near screamed, his face turning red and blotchy. "Do you forget who the bloody fuck he is?!"
After what felt like an eternity, Harry Potter finally spoke up: "Ron, I think you might need to tone down your anger."
"Tone down my—"
"You're jumping to conclusions. I think it best we talk to Hermione."
"TALK ABOUT WHAT?!"
"Just. Talk." Harry's voice had a note of finality and he wasn't going to allow Ron to argue with him. Harry knew what Draco did, knew that Hermione had a few correspondences over the summer with Draco but that was the end of that. What he wanted to know was why Hermione felt the need to hide her relationship from them, from him. He was her best friend. They dodged death together, grew up together, lived together, and learned together— they were nothing short of being siblings.
Though Harry didn't grow up with a sibling, he was pretty sure such things weren't kept a secret from one's brother…
And if Hermione Granger truly cared for Draco Malfoy, then Harry would do his damnedest to ensure that Hermione was happy. It was the least that she deserved after standing alongside him in the Battle of Hogwarts.
But Harry needed to speak to Hermione. He needed to know her rationale, her feelings… everything.
"Let's bloody well go grab some juice, then. We have Herbology and Care of the Magical Creatures tonight and I need sugar to sustain my life force." Ron muttered while shoving past a few of his friends to get to the Great Hall. He was not impressed with what the fuck he had just witnessed.
.xx.
Come meet me?
Hermione was actually getting some studying when she felt her journal heat up. She was sitting in front of the fireplace with a few third years scattered around the Common Room. Ron disappeared after Care of the Magical Creatures and Harry had approached her, revealing that he wanted to have a chat with her but with Ron present. But as he disappeared, they had to take a rain check on their conversation.
"You're sure though, Hermione? He makes you happy?" Harry had asked her and all she could do was nod.
"He does."
"Very well then." Without any other words, her best friend gave her a hug, complete with a squeeze, and retired to his dormitory.
Hermione found herself absentmindedly writing back to Draco: It'll be quite the experience coming to see you without hiding under the cloak of darkness.
His response came almost instantaneously. Wouldn't it be? Shall we ditch the Astronomy Tower and go for something more public?
Never. The Astronomy Tower is our place now, regardless of Hogwarts knowing our deep, dark, secret.
Imagine: son of a Death Eater and the Hermione Granger in an illicit romantic relationship. I can picture Skeeter's headline now… Granger and Malfoy: Dark Love Affair to Resurrect the Dark Lord! INSIDER SPECIAL, sources say Granger has a dark mark and is the dame of a dozen of Draco Malfoy's children!
Hermione almost choked when she read what he wrote. That's atrocious, bad faith.
Is being the dame of my children really that appalling?
Hierarchy, Malfoy, hierarchy.
I thought we threw that in the dust bin? Because if it were intact I would've had you undressed and underneath me to make our relationship official.
Hermione clenched her eyes shut when a flutter of butterflies erupted in the pit of her stomach. How did he manage to do things? How did he manage to make her feel so sexually charged?! How the hell did she even know what sexually charged felt like? She was a virgin.
Touché, blondie.
Back to the point: Astronomy Tower in ten minutes?
I'll see you there… will you tell me everything?
Promise.
See you soon. Hermione finished scribbling and slammed her journal shut. Well, it would be quite stress free to go to her dormitory, change, and head to the Astronomy Tower without having to lie through her teeth. Packing her things, Hermione hurried to change into something less school-uniformy before beginning her trek to the tower.
"Headed to see Malfoy?" Fay called when Hermione began out of their dorm.
"Yep." Hermione's hand hovered over the doorknob before she turned to the girls. "How are you all okay with it?"
Kellah shrugged. "We wanted proof, you gave us proof, and now we're just waiting for him to royally screw up so we can kill him."
Hermione furrowed her eyebrows but nodded slowly. "Okay…?"
"If we have inhibitions, we'll tell you, okay?" Lavender shooed Hermione. "I'm still concerned that you're dating our arch nemesis."
Hermione rolled her eyebrows. "He isn't—"
"We know." Kellah said. "He can't be, otherwise you wouldn't be with him, but it's a lot to take in."
Then how is his friends okay with it?! Hermione almost asked in exasperation but held it in. She didn't want to engage in a confrontational conversation with her girlfriends. Hermione wanted to put herself in their shoes but didn't have the time to; she had her boyfriend to meet up with.
"If you guys need to talk about anything—"
"You'll be the first to know." Fay smiled. "Now go!"
As the door clicked shut behind Hermione, the three girls turned to each other: "What do you think happened at his manor? She refers to it a lot…"
Kellah shook her head. "No idea. Ron and Harry know, we could ask them? But what do you really think about this? Think he's cursed her?"
"Doubt it. She's smart." Lavender chewed on her lip. "I think she really likes him… and he's cute."
"He's fucking gorgeous." Fay seemed genuinely upset that Lavender only called Draco cute. "We have to trust Hermione."
"And if she's wrong?" Lavender looked afraid, as if Hermione Granger being wrong about anything was against the law of the universe.
Kellah smiled at her friends and crossed her arms. "If she's wrong, she has one hell of a support system that'll make Malfoy regret the day he met her."
.xx.
As anticipated, the tower was empty. Hermione ran into Draco's outstretched arms and inhaled his scent deeply; despite having classes with him, she missed him terribly. Tilting her head back, Hermione welcomed his fiery lips.
That was home.
It was what she needed.
Draco's arms roamed her body freely, glad that she discarded her robes to wear a pair of khakis and a V-neck t-shirt. He, however, was still in his Slytherin robes. Hermione's hands played with the hair that gathered at the nape of his neck, her fingers running along the column of his neck as well. His hairs stood on end; her touch was something he would never get used to.
"You okay?" He whispered against her lips.
"Yeah… you?"
"I can handle myself."
"So can I."
He heard the angry undertone in her voice and smiled before placing a chaste peck on her nose. "I didn't say you couldn't, I'm saying that as long as I'm around you don't have to."
"Are you trying to be manly and chivalrous?"
His chest rumbled in laughter, a sound Hermione would never get used to. It was an ethereal sound, almost musical; heavenly to her ears. "I would never let any harm come to you, Granger. I know you can take care of yourself, it's one of your characteristics I admire, but why would I let my lady go through that to begin with?"
"I suppose I can agree with you… to a degree." Hermione pulled away from his embrace and crossed her arms, tilting her head ever so slightly to the right. "But I rely on no man."
"I wouldn't expect you to." With his eyes locked on Hermione's, Draco put two fingers in his mouth and released a loud whistle. Within a matter of five seconds, Lightyear was in the vicinity and ready to be mounted. Draco, with swiftness and ease, mounted Lightyear before extending a hand out to Hermione.
"Milady?"
Giving him a faux curtsey first, Hermione grabbed his outstretched arm and allowed him to help her hoist herself onto the broom. When she was secured behind him, with her arms wrapped around her waist, Draco shot out of the tower and began a steep ascent to the highest possible altitude that their human bodies could endure.
Hermione threw her head back and released a howl of excitement that made Draco grin madly. Never in his life had he ever felt the way he did that very moment—Hermione was everything to him.
His heart.
His soul.
His Lady of Eternity.
Upon reaching his desired altitude, Draco brought Lightyear to a halt and carefully turned around so that he was facing Hermione. His eyes were locked onto hers for just a second before he pressed his lips against hers for a vigorous and heated kiss. Her fingers raked through his hair and his were wrapped protectively around her waist.
This was the moment he'd been waiting for.
"I'm so glad the school knows," he whispered when they stopped for air. "Now I can do that wherever the fuck I want."
"Your method was something not to be desired."
"It did the trick, didn't it?" He pushed a stray lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "How were the Gryffindors?"
Hermione had a ghostly smile on her face. "I'm a tad envious your Snakes are taking it better than they are."
"We aren't innately bad people… we just happened to be sorted in the house that once had a crazy half-blood wizard bent on blood supremacy." Draco winked at his girlfriend. "It isn't a big deal, Granger."
Hermione rolled her eyes and swatted Draco away. The sun was dipping just past the horizon which painted the skies beautiful colours of red, orange, and yellow. Birds and creatures native to the Forbidden Forest took flight, cawing and screeching in an attempt to communicate with their kind… nightfall was approaching and all the living creatures were beginning to take refuge.
"Other than the obvious… what happened?"
Draco inhaled deeply. "Well…"
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Remember that book you found? Of Dragons written by Isadora Gryffindor?"
Hermione nodded, utterly confused as to why Draco started off with the book. "I do remember… why?"
"The Zabini that the book mentioned is our Zabini."
Hermione's eyes widened. "Wh-what?"
Now or never. Draco closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing heart. When he reopened them he was blown away by the concern and confusion on Hermione's eyes; concern for him and confusion as to why he even brought up the book.
"Blaise abdicated the throne of Thaczil…"
The ridge of her nose creased and her lips pursed; a sign of her confusion. "Okay?"
"The next in line within our generation to take over the throne of Thaczil… is me."
.xx.
Edited: September 14, 2016
Wasn't that a fun filled long chapter… :) I would love fun filled long reviews LOL (if possible *blush*)
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