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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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Hermione was curled up in to a tight ball on her bed back at the Gryffindor girls' dormitory. Her friends watched her with concern, none knowing what to say or what to do. Kellah exchanged a look with Fay before slowly approaching Hermione's and placing a hand on her back. The muscles tightened slightly before Hermione uncurled herself and sat up on her bed; her eyes were red, proof that she was crying.
"You okay, Mia?"
"Oh, yeah… you know… project stress."
Kellah cocked her eyebrow and Hermione sighed, very exasperated. "Am I that terrible of a fibber?"
"Yes," Fay remarked and Hermione laughed, rubbing her eyes and sitting up straighter. Kellah took a seat beside Hermione, on her bed, and the other girls came closer: Fay, Parvati, Lavender, and Ginny.
"Tell us everything." Lavender said in a soft voice, but Hermione was quick to shake her head.
"It's a lot. I'd rather not."
"You know you could trus—"
Hermione cut Ginny off, already knowing what she was going to say. "I know I can trust any of you. But none of you can trust me and it took Draco kissing me in public to prove that we are dating." Rubbing her face, Hermione threw the comforters off of herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "It's just a lot to take in… within a matter of hours the school found out I was dating him and we were in a brooming accident." Her friends weren't aware of his transformation in to a state of dragon and she was not about to divulge such information. "He's been hospitalized since Monday and now we're well in to Friday evening and he's just woken up."
The girls remained silent. It was Hermione's turn to vent and they were going to give her, her moment.
"I need some time to myself, if you ladies are okay with that." Hermione didn't give her girlfriends the chance to answer as she grabbed her cloak and promptly left the dormitory. Ginny moved to run after her but Fay was quick to grab her arm and hold her back.
"Let her have some thinking time, Gin."
.xx.
Hermione aimlessly strolled through the corridors of Hogwarts. It wasn't very late; the sun was only then beginning to set and the nocturnal creatures of their magical world began to wake. Students, from all walks of life, were scattered throughout the corridors and courtyards, studying or gossiping, doing whatever their student life entailed.
Why did I lie to him? Hermione's internal struggle began as she stepped foot in to the courtyard. I could've told him that he turned in to a state of dragon when I questioned the permanency of our relationship.
A caw echoed from the distance while thunderclouds began rolling in. The thunderstorms subsided for only a few days but, based on how the clouds looked, they would be returning any day now.
Are you afraid of being in love?
Involuntary tears sprung into her eyes and Hermione was quick to wipe them away; I refuse to weep over self-pity…
"Granger? You alright?"
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks and looked up to see a curious Adrian Pucey studying her. Just half a step behind him was an equally curious Theodore Nott… her boyfriend's two (of three) best mates. Nodding vigorously, Hermione attempted to side-step and walk around them but Theodore was quicker. He caught her wrist, causing her to look over her shoulder.
Theodore raised an eyebrow. "You aren't alright. Care to share your feelings?"
"Not really, Nott."
"I wasn't really asking, Granger. With Malfoy in the hospital wing, it is somewhat our responsibility to ensure his girlfriend is taken care of… do you understand?" Theodore released his hold on Hermione. She took the opportunity to shove her hands into her pockets.
"I appreciate the gesture but you don't—"
Adrian cut her off. "We know we don't have to, but when you are dating a Snake, it something we must do. Tracey, Theodore's girlfriend, is subject to the same privilege as you…" Adrian crossed his arms and flashed Hermione the signature Slytherin smirk. "Only difference is, is that she's part of our house making it easier to take care of her."
Hermione gawked at them for what felt like an eternity before casting her eyes down. "I'm alright, honestly. It's just a stressful week… you both can appreciate that, can't you?"
"We can," Theodore nodded, "we can also appreciate that you've been through worse than us. He's our best mate, sure, but he's your boyfriend… and after Merlin knows what happened with Zabini and him, you're entitled to be upset. So," a goofy grin began to spread across his face (so unlike the Theodore that Hermione had come to know), "it's Friday eve. Would you like to join us for a round of Butterbeer? We could take the opportunity to get to know each other…"
Hermione bit her lower lip. "I would rather just be alone—"
"Great! It's settled, let's get going, Granger." Adrian looped his arm around Hermione's and began tugging her alongside him. Stupefied, Hermione was trying to process what was happening and, by the time she realized she'd have to fight the two boys to remain in the castle, they were already out the giant double door.
Her thrashing began. "Nott! Pucey! Leave me be!"
"No can do, Granger. Snakes orders!"
"It's really peculiar you call yourselves Snakes." Hermione mumbled whilst still putting up a fight to get Adrian to stop tugging her along. "It's like the Hufflepuffs calling themselves the Badgers."
Theodore snorted. "Snakes are much cooler animals than badgers, Granger."
Never, in a thousand years, would Hermione have imagined that Theodore Nott and Adrian Pucey would be dragging her into the village to have drinks. But, then again, Hermione couldn't have fathomed that she would be so hopelessly in love with Draco Malfoy—it was a world unforeseen and, despite the peaks and valleys that she was experiencing with her emotions, it was a world she was glad she was in.
"I see you've come to terms with hanging out with us?" Adrian smirked. Hermione realized that she was strolling, willingly, between Adrian and Theodore. The quip, however, earned Adrian a playful sucker punch to the arm.
"I've been taught from a certain snake," Theodore snorted when Hermione used the term the four boys had coined many moons ago, "that if you can't beat 'em… join 'em."
"Unless they're purebred maniacs." Adrian ensured he input a clause. Hermione giggled and nodded, agreeing with him.
"Unless they're purebred maniacs."
Theodore crossed his arms and glanced down at Hermione. "There, there, Granger… aren't we feeling much better now? Honestly, you were going to blow up into puddle of tears earlier."
"I was not!"
"You sure were." Adrian smirked. "And where would that have left poor Malfoy?"
A few students glanced in their direction but, ultimately, paid no heed. If Hermione Granger could be dating Draco Malfoy, then her walking with his two best friends was not an unusual circumstance… in fact, it was painfully normal.
"I know this may be just words to you, Granger, but I want you to know you can trust us." Theodore nudged Hermione. Her eyes whipped in his direction where she was met with his sombre and serious expression. "It might've taken you a while to trust Malfoy and it will bloody well take you longer to trust us… but we'd take a hex for Malfoy."
"So please believe we'd take a hex for you." Adrian piped up. "Slytherin-Gryffindor feud aside; you're our best mate's woman… ergo, you're under the permanent protection of the Snakes."
Once again, Hermione was slapped with a wave of emotion and tears blurred her vision. Unlike last time, however, she wasn't quick enough to wipe them away and drop by drop; her tears began to roll down her cheek. Adrian stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide and Theodore had a very similar reaction.
"Granger?! Why're you crying?! What did we say?"
"I told you not to fucking tell her we'd always be there for her!" Theodore roared at Adrian who snapped his angry eyes at him.
"You told me?! You were all gung-ho about welcoming her to the family. I told you to take it slow; she bloody just started dating Draco! She doesn't need three other Slytherins stalking her every bloody move!"
Theodore gently pushed Hermione out of the way to poke his finger into Adrian's chest. "Don't you dare lie to me, Pucey!"
"What benefit would I receive from lying to you, Nott?!"
"BOYS!"
The two Slytherins were pushed away from each other by the meek physique of Hermione Granger.
"Quarrelling gets us nowhere. Now, who will be paying for my Butterbeer as I clearly do not recall agreeing to this little outing."
Adrian and Theodore exchanged looks. They were both under the impression Hermione was going to stomp off with every intention of telling Draco how stupid his friends were. They truly did want to take her mind off of Draco and, at that moment, both boys were hopeful that Draco's girlfriend might trust them…
Even if it was just a hairs width of trust compared to what she had for Draco. Granger's trust, be it endless as the ocean, or otherwise, was all that the boys wanted.
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Maximus, Blaise, Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, and Maximus' motzu¸Irisvar, crowded around Draco's hospital bed. Draco's eyes were ping ponging between Maximus and Irisvar as the two were having a conversation in a tongue foreign to Draco. If he had to take a gander, he would presume it to be the draconic tongue that his blood was native to.
"Si tepoha ti rinov ocuirtor ternocki!" Maximus roared. ("I've never seen scales!")
Irisvar, a tall and lanky human with an elongated nosed which resembled a dragon snout, and narrow piercing amber eyes, nodded at Maximus' comment.
"Wux re zlonzic, shar coi shilta shinalt. Mobi ui ergriff ir lyrik krel svaklar vi munthrek mamiss vur darastrix iejir tepoha coanwor." ("You are correct, but it can happen. There is only one other case where a human and dragon's blood coexisted in harmony.")
Draco wasn't the only one who was bouncing between the two men. McGonagall, Blaise, and Pomfrey were in the same boat. Blaise was the first one to mouth his opinion.
"We get that you both know a different language," he had to be careful not to say anything about dragons as Madam Pomfrey was not privy to their conversation earlier that week, and neither were the homesick first years throwing up their guts in nearby bedpans. "But plain English would be appreciated."
Maximus glanced at his son before nodding at Irisvar. "My apologies, son."
Blaise flinched at the title but chose to remain silent. Maximus looked over at Madam Pomfrey with an apologetic expression.
"I am very sorry, Madam. I must ask you to give us a bit of privacy; it concerns a matter that only the Headmistress is aware of."
Madam Pomfrey looked as if she had been slapped, an expression Draco had seen constantly throughout his years. Poppy Pomfrey hated when anybody told her what to do in her Hospital Wing; but a quick nod from Minerva McGonagall stopped her from arguing back.
"So be it." Madam Pomfrey said tightly and stalked off to care for a first year that had yet to stop throwing up.
Almost immediately, Minerva, Blaise, and Draco turned their heads to Maximus.
"So?!" Draco hissed. "Why in Merlin's beard do I have scales?!"
Irisvar took a step forward. "You see, Papref Kapral—" Maximus quickly interrupted and translated Irisvar's title for Draco as future Emperor. "This case is not common. I have seen it but only once."
Draco growled. "Is it curable?!"
Irisvar nodded. "Fortunately, it is, Papref Kapral Malfoy." Upon reciting his title, Irisvar bowed low which caught Draco off guard. He was quick to look at Maximus who was gesturing his hand upwards and mouthing the word rise.
"Uh—rise…"
Irisvar did as Draco commanded. "Vinxa."
Maximus mouthed the translation: thank you.
"So what is the cure?"
Irisvar stroked his foot-long beard – whiskers, when he becomes a Dragon – and began pacing, just enough steps to take him to the foot of the bed and back to the head. "There is both an immediate cure and not so immediate cure."
Draco watched Irisvar's every move, held on to every word—he needed to know why he entered a state of Dragon so that he could avoid doing it again. The dragon state – the feuryon as Maximus had called it – was something he believed that only Hermione could discuss with him. Maximus had offered to discuss the details, but Draco refused. His girlfriend had lied to him about something; he wasn't mad, but more concerned. He trusted Hermione with every fibre in his body and he knew that she lied to protect him.
But protect him from what?
Draco also needed to know how Irisvar could reverse the bloody scaly arm that he sported.
"Your corrrronation."
The r was rolled. But Draco didn't notice; he had latched onto the word itself.
"Coronation?!"
Maximus frowned. "There has to be another way! We need more time, Irisvar… Draco must decide who he wants to be part of his council and—"
"That is the most immediate cure, Kapral Zabini." Irisvar bowed and Maximus quickly muttered rise.
"Papref Kapral Malfoy's dragon blood is in a state of confusion. The coronation is the only thing that will allow him to accept his blood, in which he will gain full control of both his dragon blood, and human blood." Irisvar explained while glancing at everybody that was present. McGonagall and Blaise had nothing to say; it was not their realm of expertise.
Draco brought his scaled arm forward and studied it briefly before looking past it and straight at Maximus. "And should I abdicate?"
Maximus looked at Irisvar for the answer.
Irisvar exhaled sharply. "You must recreate the event that caused your fueryon to release… and do the opposite of the action that forced you to release your inner beast. That is the not so immediate cure."
More now than ever was Draco confused. "Recreate the event?"
"I believe the lady involved—Kapral Zabini has told me she is your chosen Lady of Eternity?" Irisvar's eyes twinkled with excitement. "Will be best suited to explain what happened the night of the incident. If coronation is the rout you wish to take, Papref Kapral, then a date must be picked right now so that I may return to Thaczil and begin preparations."
Draco shook his head vehemently. "I am not deciding anything until after I talk to Hermione."
That was enough for Minerva to intervene. "Mr. Malfoy has spoken. Neither of you shall stress my pupil any longer; my deepest thanks to you, Irisvar, for diagnosing Mr. Malfoy's condition. Please allow him to speak to Miss. Granger. We will communicate our decision to you via Mr. Zabini, er… your Kapral Zabini." Minerva had to backtrack when she realized there were two Mr. Zabinis present.
Irisvar nodded. "Very well then… I do recommend deciding soon, Papref Kapral… waiting too long will cause the transformation to remain permanent, and no amount of potions or elixirs can reverse it."
With a final bow, Irisvar turned to depart from the Hospital Wing, with Maximus not too far behind.
"Talk to her," Maximus managed to say, "and send me an owl. I'll be waiting."
McGonagall gave Draco a gentle squeeze on his shoulder before leaving the Hospital Wing as well, leaving just Draco and Blaise (and a hacking first year that Madam Pomfrey had yet to cure). With his eyes closed, Draco began rubbing his temples. Blaise seated himself in the chair beside the bed; it was occupied by McGonagall earlier.
"Where is she?" Draco opened his eyes to look over at his future wingman.
Blaise cracked his neck before responding.
"Adrian said he and Theodore were going to take her in to the village for some Butterbeer. They were adamant that her housemates wouldn't be much for comforting her." Draco nodded, obviously agreeing with Adrian and Theodore's method of thought.
"When she comes back, I need to speak to her."
Blaise leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. "I know you two have had some sort of misunderstanding, but I can assure you that she will not retire for the night without seeing you first."
Despite all of the situations that punched Draco in the gut, he managed a smile at Blaise's words.
He knew it was true.
His Granger would never go to bed without seeing him last… and the same could be said the other way around.
"Do me a favour, Zabini?"
Blaise cocked an eyebrow. "Sure?"
"Bring me an owl?" Draco had every intention of posting Hermione's letter to Gabriella… sure he had read it, but that didn't mean he was going to tell her that he read the letter and neither did it mean that Gabriella wasn't going to receive it. It was one of those things that Draco would put in his back pocket…
Just as he did with the little tidbit information of Hermione being a virgin. They were his trump cards, and he would play them when the time was right.
.xx.
Theodore and Adrian were having a jolly great time with Hermione. Though the sun fully set and the numbers in the pub were dwindling, the trio were not fazed by it; the boys ordered round after round of butterbeer while Hermione only nursed the one that she took.
"I must say," Theodore leaned back in his seat, "Malfoy picked the perfect woman—nobody else is good enough for him… or you, for that matter."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Why thank you, Nott."
"Please! Call me Theodore… or Theo… or T, if you prefer."
Adrian snorted his butterbeer out of his nose. "T?! Who calls you T?!"
"Tracey."
"Because her fat arse is too lazy to say Theodore. It's three-frakin'-syllables."
Hermione giggled and sipped out of her tankard. The boys were fun creatures to be around, constantly pulling silly stories out of their sleeves of their childhood with Draco and imposing blood supremacy onto every student in the school. Adrian mentioned something about Draco wanting to polyjuice the three of them in to looking like the Gryffindor Golden Trio to sneak in to their Common Room and advocate blood purity. Hermione had to blush at this story since her; Harry and Ron were guilty of doing exactly that.
"So… all good with you and Malfoy?"
Hermione bit her bottom lip and shrugged. "Just a little overwhelmed, is all…"
"You haven't been up there much since he woke." Adrian raised both eyebrows. "Again… is all good?"
"I doubt he wants to see me right now."
"Now, I wouldn't say that." Theodore shook his head. "That boy is rather smitten."
Deciding it was time to go, Hermione stood up and began fumbling through her pockets for change. Sure, she joked with the boys that they would be paying for her but she didn't actually mean it. Theodore stood up and placed an arm on Hermione's shoulder.
"Quit fishing for change. Let's go see him together, then? We haven't seen him since he woke either…" Theodore's eyes flickered to Adrian. "Blaise and his dad were in and out a lot—for Merlin's sake, Blaise has a dad and he's seeing Draco more than his own son!"
Adrian snorted. "Their family business, let's not concern ourselves with it." He looked over at Hermione. "But there was a Dumbledore-looking fellow with them, too."
Hermione's eyebrows furrowed. "Dumbledore?" Must be the dragon doctor from Thaczil.
"Yeah… hold on, let me go pay. Theo, keep an eye on this hooligan, lest she tries to pay for all three of us, and our fifteen rounds." Adrian pushed himself off of the chair and wound his way to the front as Theodore slipped into his cloak. Adrian's quip, however, earned him an eye roll.
"Do I have no choice when it comes to you both?"
Theodore shook his head. "Nope, we said we'd take care of you and that's that."
Hermione exhaled sharply. She was, in essence, dealing with four Dracos: Blaise, Theodore, Adrian, and Draco himself.
But, if she were to be honest with herself, she wouldn't have it any other way.
.xx.
The letter was posted and the Hospital Wing was quiet. Blaise had left not too long ago and the first year finally stopped throwing up a lung… but no sign of Hermione, as of yet. Draco, however, was not at all worried… he knew she'd come.
She had to come. His heart wouldn't be at ease otherwise.
As if the skies parted and a ray of light shone on Draco alone, the Hospital Wing doors were pulled open and three silhouettes emerged… Adrian, Theodore…
And Hermione.
Scrambling, Draco moved to cover his scaly arm as he didn't want his friends to see. Then, as the three approached the bed, Draco sat up and gave the three a shit-eating grin.
"Enjoyed your butterbeer?"
"Did we ever!" Theodore boomed which earned him a shhhh from a dozing off Madam Pomfrey. Blushing, he slinked down a bit to hide his frame beside Adrian.
The entire time, though, Draco couldn't take his eyes off of Hermione. She was looking anywhere but at him and, seeing as she didn't have class the next day, it was a great time to sit and have a long chat. His stormy orbs flickered to his two friends.
"Thanks for visiting… but do you mind if I have a private conversation with Hermione?"
Adrian nodded. "We expected as much."
"Thanks for taking her out." Draco offered but Hermione didn't hear anything that was being said; she was lost in a world of her own.
"Anytime." Theodore glanced at Hermione and gave her a soft nudge. "If he gets mean, you holler for us, ya'hear?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I believe I can take him on, healthy or not."
"I don't disagree." Draco grinned. With a final farewell, the two boys left and Hermione took a seat beside Draco. An awkward silence enveloped them. Draco was the first to speak, causing Hermione to jump slightly.
"How are you?"
His voice was gentle and warm, as if a comforting blanket was draped around Hermione. She exhaled, slowly, to calm her jittering nerves and turned her body to look at Draco. "How are you? What did the doctor say? Why didn't anybody tell me the motzu came with Maximus?!"
Draco cracked a crooked grin. "Honestly, bookworm, I had no idea he'd get here so fast. And with McGonagall, Maximus, the motzu, Blaise, and Pomfrey crowding me, the very last thing I thought about was for somebody to go fetch my girlfriend."
Crossing her arms, Hermione glared at him. "It would've been nice."
"My apologies." He used his head to usher her towards him. "Come, you're too far."
Without question, Hermione got up and wiggled her butt onto the hospital bed, close enough for Draco to cup her face with his non-scaly arm. "I missed you." He whispered as she leaned into his touch. Her eyes were closed, just briefly to relish the moment, before reopening them.
"We need to talk, Draco."
.xx.
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