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In the Arms of her Dragon	By : Wolf.Blossom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 101564 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 50
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In the Arms of Her Dragon
"Why're you crying?" Draco whispered, sitting down beside Hermione in a deserted Great Hall. Looking up at him with puffy eyes, she admitted what happened earlier at the Gryffindor Tower. Without a moment's hesitation, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and said: "Come on, you're spending the night in the Slytherin dungeon. With me."
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Earlier that day…
"We have absolutely no idea what happened to him then?" Adrian snarled. Both of his hands were fisted on his knees; three quarters of the Snakes were sitting in a deserted Common Room discussing the state of the final Snake. Blaise was doing well to keep his mouth shut, he didn't want to let the other two boys in on his and Draco's secret so soon. Theodore and Adrian were under the impression that something attacked him while he and Hermione were rendezvousing.
Adrian was upset that they had no idea what attacked Draco. Theodore was more concerned with Hermione's wellbeing.
And Blaise was the only one that knew the truth.
"None." Blaise affirmed Adrian's suspicious which annoyed the latter boy significantly. Abruptly, Adrian stood up and flipped the coffee table that decorated the centre of their Common Room. Neither Blaise nor Theodore was fazed by his sudden outburst.
"She fucking helped destroy Voldemort and the only time his unruly arse went to the Hospital Wing was when a fucking Hippogryff attacked him… and he faked the whole thing! What the hell could have hospitalized him for days and thrown her out of fucking commission?!" Adrian all but screamed. Theodore stood up to stop his mate from unleashing hell unto their Common Room; his anger was warranted, definitely, but Theo didn't see any use in destroying their House.
"Clearly it was something." Blaise stood up. "And Hermione is out of commission because Draco is hospitalized. We can't discount her courage and strength."
Adrian's eyes narrowed. "You seem awfully unperturbed by this."
With a blink of an eye, Blaise held Adrian by the scruff of his collar. "What do you want me to do?! Can I get his arse out of that hospital bed? Can I heal Hermione's emotions?! Can I reverse every bloody thing that has happened?!" There was a deeper meaning to Blaise's words, but he knew the other two boys wouldn't be able to know that. Realizing what he was doing, Blaise released Adrian.
He turned around and headed for the exit of the Common Room, leaving a gawking Theodore and an even more highly annoyed Adrian in his wake.
"I'm going to the Hospital Wing."
Without waiting for a response, Blaise left the Common Room. Theodore placed a hand on Adrian's shoulder in an attempt to calm his friend. "There is clearly more to this story… Blaise's reaction was strange."
Adrian nodded. "Glad I'm not the only one that's noticed it. I would've bet Draco's state would've upset him the most—they are best mates since childhood. But…" Adrian paused and chewed on his lower lip. "But he doesn't seem bothered at all that Draco's hospitalized."
Theodore concurred with Adrian. "Yes. But we have to give them space, Adrian."
Rolling his shoulder, Adrian effectively released Theodore's hold on him. "When did we turn into Gryffindor hippies?!"
"After Voldemort died and we were the most complacent with house unity." Theodore smirked. "I'm glad we're upping those Gryffindors in something."
Adrian nodded, clearly agreeing with Theodore's statement. "Let's join Blaise? We can detour the Great Hall and grab food for Hermione… fifteen galleons says she hadn't eaten yet."
"Let's go."
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Blaise was not at all surprised when Theodore and Adrian caught up with him. He knew his friends and was positive that they were going to chase after him. What he wasn't expecting was seeing his father brush out of the Hospital Wing. Their eyes caught briefly but Blaise kept his composure; he was not going to react in any way in front of his friends. He and Draco agreed that nobody, save Hermione, was going to know and Blaise would be damned if he went against their pact. Particularly when his best mate was bedridden and unconscious.
Why am I not surprised that he's here?
Maximus tilted his head at Blaise and the younger Zabini had the decency of returning the gesture. Theodore and Adrian exchanged glances but chose to say nothing. It was silently accepted that something crazy was unfolding and neither of the two Slytherins wanted to voice their concerns yet… if there was anything they learned over the course of the previous eight years, it was that if any questions were to be asked, they would already have so by Hermione Granger.
Blaise was about to push the double doors open when he heard Neville Longbottom call for him: "ZABINI!"
The three Slytherins turned around and saw Neville, along with Harry, Ginny, and Kellah, sprinting towards them. Theodore and Adrian fully turned around and crossed their arms; however Blaise didn't so much as flinch. He continued to push the door open; he had to see Draco. He needed to know that his best mate was okay.
He felt fully responsible for the state Draco was in.
If I never abdicated, then Draco would never have had this come unto him…
Neither Draco nor Hermione.
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Blaise entered the Hospital Wing only to feel a whiz of wind rush by him. He stopped midstride when he saw Neville place a hand on Hermione's shoulder; Adrian and Theodore approached either side of Blaise. Hermione lifted her head and Blaise saw that her eyes were bleeding red, tears staining her cheeks and her nose rubbed raw.
Hermione mumbled something but Blaise wasn't close enough to hear what she said. He did, however, hear Neville's response.
"Hermione," Neville ran his fingers through her hair and Blaise clenched his fist. That was Draco's woman and Blaise would be damned if anybody comforted her other than Draco…
But he's the reason she's crying. Blaise inhaled deeply and tried to keep his emotions at bay. Hermione was upset and she would seek consolation from her friends, the rest of the Snakes didn't know her well enough to comfort her despite her dating Draco.
"Crying won't help Malfoy. You're the same girl that saved us from the basilisk after you were petrified." Blaise had to agree, Neville did have a point. "If you can do that, you can do anything!"
Adrian leaned forward and whispered: "quite the pep talk" Which resulted in Blaise shoving his rib.
"You're right!" Hermione pulled away from Neville and yanked her wand out from under Draco's pillow. On instinct, Adrian stepped forward with a concerned look in his eye.
"Hermione!" Blaise and Theodore were right up alongside Adrian, ready to pounce should Hermione do anything that she would end up regretting. Before anybody realized what was happening, Hermione pointed her wand at the double doors of the Hospital Wing and roared out her spell.
"ACCIO ISADORA'S BOOK!"
Shock coursed through Blaise's entire being. Of course there was a book about their heritage in the school, and of course it was Hermione Granger that had stumbled upon the book. After a quick scolding from Madam Pomfrey, Hermione was settled into her seat with her book and the group bade them farewell. The confused looks on all of their faces were evident, but Blaise knew Hermione Granger was up to something.
And he was very glad she was.
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Hermione scoured through the pages of the book, reading as fast as she could. There had to be something in there about Draco's condition—about the fueryon. Sure Maximus' motzu – doctor – was called in to inspect Draco and give his diagnosis, given his extensive knowledge on dragon biology, but Hermione refused to wait for him to show up. She wanted to diagnose Draco herself.
"Come on," she didn't know who she was urging, but she was urging something. "You have to have an answer…"
As she was flipping through the pages of the Dragon Mythology book, Hermione stumbled across a passage written in hieroglyphics...
"Huh...?" Hermione was caught off guard. "I thought the ancient Dragon tongue originated from Latin..." Hermione had no freakin' idea of how to read pictures. Groaning, she glared at the first image for a bird-like man with a sun over his head. This is about as useful as Divination.
Because Hermione was so engrossed in Isadora's book, she missed the initial twitches of Draco's right fingers. Hermione's world zoned in on the images presented in the book; neither the passage before nor after made any sense in context to the hieroglyphics.
"What could this possibly mean?! Think, Granger, think." Hermione paused to consider what she just thought… Great, now I'm calling myself Granger. No matter, she resumed trying to decipher the Ancient Egyptian text.
"So… man-bird with sun over his head—" Hermione studied Ancient Runes and Latin—not Ancient Egyptian! Hieroglyphics had nothing to do with runes. "Half a foot and wavy line. Bird-man gets kicked into a river?!"
That didn't sound right…
"Rise, oh Great Dragon, Ra."
"No, no, that can't be—"
Hermione paused. Wait… Slowly, painstakingly slowly, Hermione turned her head to meet the twinkling, albeit tired, grey eyes of her boyfriend. With a loud thud, Isadora's book fell out of her hand, passage already forgotten.
"Draco?" Her voice was hardly audible, just over a raspy whisper. His lips curled into a devilishly handsome smirk – about as devilishly handsome one could get after recovering from an episode like the one Draco had gone through.
"In the flesh."
It took all the willpower Hermione had not to throw herself at him and bury her face in his chest. He was probably still injured, in a lot of pain, and unaware of what happened to him (and hopefully unaware of her declaration of love, she really wasn't ready to face him about that as of yet).
"How… are you?" Hermione muttered, not knowing what else to say. She saw Draco's expression morph into something of confusion.
"Well—I feel like I was bucked off of Lightyear." His voice was hoarse from the lack of water and Hermione was already moving to the pitcher at his bedside to pour him a glass. "What happened?" He gratefully took the glass of water and guzzled it with his right hand; Hermione was aware that he hadn't used his left hand as of yet. In fact, it was still tucked under the crisp white blanket.
"Something… to the effect of Lightyear bucking you off. I was… already on the ground."
With a jolting snap, Draco was sitting upright. The blanket slid off of his body and Hermione zeroed in on his left arm and left pectoral. "Is Lightyear okay?! Where is he?!"
Hermione missed that Draco referred to his broomstick as a gendered entity. She was too in shock with what she saw. When Draco realized she wasn't paying attention to what he had asked her, he furrowed his eyebrows.
"What the bloody hell are you gawking at, Granger? Do I have a gash in my—WHY THE BLOODY FUCK DO I HAVE SCALES?!"
Upon hearing his outburst, Madam Pomfrey bustled into Draco's Hospital Wing quarters. "What is all the—my Merlin!!" Poppy zoned in on Draco's left arm and her jaw immediately went slack. "How, in the name of a Hippogriff, did you manage to get yourself scales?! They weren't there when Maximus brought you in!"
Draco paused, his mind reeling a kilometer a minute. "Wait—Zabini's father brought—" He stopped and looked at Hermione, his scaly arm forgotten. "You said I had a brooming accident."
"Brooming accident?! No, boy," Poppy began examining his arm and Hermione was devoid of any thought and all feeling. "It was definitely not a brooming accident. I am unsure what exactly it was, but it definitely wasn't brooming."
Draco's frown deepened and Hermione was beginning to regain some feeling, nervousness being one of them. Lying to the Headmasters was one thing—but lying to her boyfriend?! What made her think she would be able to get away with that one; he was the master of deception! What was it?! Slytherin, as cunning as they come? Stormy grey eyes were burning into Hermione's profile and she sighed, relenting and finally turned to face Draco.
"I think… Maximus is better to explain."
"No, you explain."
"I really—"
"Hermione." Damn, he used the voice. "You. Explain." And he enunciated.
Hermione chewed on her bottom lip. "I really think—" Her words were interrupted when the large double doors flung open and in strode McGonagall. Hermione sent a silent prayer up to Merlin and stood up, readying herself to greet their Headmistress.
"Headmistress McGonagall."
Minerva nodded at Hermione, a gesture to return her greeting and turned her eyes on the now-awake-and-partially-scaly Draco.
"Good to have you back, Mr. Malfoy."
As nonchalant as he could, Draco shrugged. "Yeah. I would say glad to be back if only I knew what happened to me."
Minerva frowned and briefly glanced at Hermione before returning her gaze on Draco. "Poppy, cease your work and leave." Poppy looked as if a vein was going to pop in her forehead, but the somber look on McGonagall's expression told her to keep her mouth shut. "I must have a word with the boy. Miss. Granger, I believe you've invested enough time in the Hospital Wing. Mr. Malfoy has returned to the land of the living so I recommend you recommence your classes."
She took time off for me? Draco hadn't seen that one coming.
Muttering a few words of appreciating, Hermione quickly took the escape she was given. She was, in no way, ready to face Draco. Unbeknownst to her, though, the letter she wrote for Gabriella slipped out of her pocket and landed just at McGonagall's feet. Minerva noticed the note that bounced off of her foot and, on instinct, picked it up and rested it on the nightstand where Draco's water pitcher was.
"What happened to me?" He immediately asked her, now more curious than ever.
Minerva inhaled deeply and began rubbing the bridge of her nose. Despite her being infamously known as the strict professor, hardly harbouring any emotions and laying down the law without bias, she sincerely did not enjoy being the bearer of bad news. Minerva cared deeply for all of her students, be it Gryffindor or Slytherin, they were all under her care and she would travel to the ends of the world to protect them. Draco Malfoy had been subject to more nightmares than, possibly, Harry Potter. Draco's parents, and family, had been followers of the Dark Lord and based on his own judgement and his own compassion, he turned away from them to help his fellow classmates.
Minvera did not know the details of what happened in Malfoy Manor, but she knew something did which resulted in Hermione and Draco being inseparable.
But, at the end of the day, they were her students and she did not want him to suffer any longer. Alas, she knew that this was just the beginning of Draco's life and whatever the Dragon Kingdom had to offer him; she couldn't protect him from his destiny. All she could do is support him, the way that Albus supported Harry.
"You see, for reasons unknown, you partially entered into a state of Dragon." Minerva watched the expression change in Draco's eyes. "I allowed Maximus to be present in the Hogwarts vicinity, as he expressed his fear of you doing just that. Before you could have injured Miss. Granger, Maximus intervened."
Time stood still and a faraway clock ticked at a minimum of a dozen times.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
"Pardon me…?"
Minerva nodded curtly and repeated her statement in a much more condensed version. "You entered into a state of Dragon. Maximus stopped you before you could injure Miss. Granger."
Draco's body began shaking. "I… almost hurt her?" And, for a brief second, his eyes flashed a brilliant red, almost fiery, before returning to normal.
"Boy, the girl is fine did you not just see her?" Minerva crossed her arms. "Be more concerned about your state… and your dragon arm. Maximus did mention he was bringing one of his special healers from your realm to take a look at you."
Again, questions pooled into Draco's head. "How did… why… when…?"
"I pray that we find answers soon, my boy. But you keep resting. Professor Snape will be around shortly," Minerva closed her eyes just momentarily. "Merlin knows the struggle he has endured to keep your parents away from the castle."
"They're here?!"
"They're in the village."
Well, that was the second time he was thrown news he certainly wasn't expecting. Minerva rested an arm on his dragon arm; she was expecting the scales to feel dry and coarse but, to her surprise, they were soft and warm. "Things always work out, Draco. They did for Harry, they will for you."
"I regret wishing for shit like this to happen to me on my twelfth birthday." Draco revealed. "I was jealous of Potter getting all the attention when I was the Malfoy."
Minerva raised an eyebrow, clearly very amused at his confession. "I didn't think Malfoys celebrated birthdays, let alone adopt the Muggle traditions of making a wish."
"We don't. I spent the day at Aunt Andromeda's house."
"With your father's permission?"
Draco had a ghostly smile on his face. "He thought I was at Aunt Bella's. Mother dropped me off at Aunt Andromeda's and warned me never to speak of the trip. It was the last I saw her."
Minerva didn't know what to say. The man sitting on the hospital bed before her was definitely a different Draco from the one that walked into her castle eight years ago. Though many changes were attributed to Granger, Minerva saw a great deal of maturity within him and, for a brief moment, felt comfort in knowing the Dragon Realm would be ruled under his watchful eye.
"Rest, Mr. Malfoy… you have a rough few days ahead of you."
As Minerva left, Draco leaned back down and glowered at the ceiling. Why did he tell McGonagall about that blasted moment in his life?! Nobody knew about it, save his mother and Aunt Andromeda, and nobody knew about his childish wish. Exhaling loudly, Draco used his right arm to trail down the length of his scaly left.
What actually happened?
Uncomfortably, Draco shifted his body to lie on his side and immediately his gaze landed on the folded note set beside his water pitcher. The note from earlier…
Pushing himself upright, once again, Draco painfully leaned over to grasp the folded parchment. What is this? Perhaps it was Granger's notes about his condition. Carefully unfolding it, Draco's eyes settled on the first few words of the letter.
Gabriella
Is it possible to be in love without knowing it…
Draco's heart jumped into his throat.
"This is Granger's letter to her muggle friend."
I love him.
His eyes shot wide open.
I love him.
I love him.
In the split second I realized that I love him… I don't think he remembers.
His heart was pounding painfully against his ribs. "She… loves me?!"
What really happened to him?
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I'm a horrible person. So sorry :) For all those asking: I am NEVER giving up on this story. Growing up, life changes and updating schedules are thrown into a whirlwind but I will update as often as I can.
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