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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.
Awake?
Draco was sitting on his bed with the journal propped up on his lap. His dormitory mates, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Adrian Pucey, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle were sound asleep. Goyle was snoring but they had gotten used to it throughout the years and were able to sleep right through it. Using his wand as a way of shedding light, Draco stared at the journal wondering if Granger was going to reply. A part of him hoped she did…
And he couldn't figure out why.
Yes I am. His journal heat up as words bled onto the page. Reading up on Potions.
We didn't have Potions this week.
Exactly, trying to be prepared for when we have class.
Bookworm.
Remind me of that when you try to cheat off of my assignments.
I never cheat.
Of course you don't. So during our Transfiguration OWL, you were looking over my shoulder to admire how my nail polish looked?
Draco chuckled lightly. She kept him entertained, it was rather refreshing. He was used to girls fawning over him and so easily bending to his whim. Hermione Granger matched him word for word; intellect to intellect… it was amazing.
Of course. I was wondering why a Gryffindor like you would wear Slytherin green nail polish. With silver tips, if I recall.
Draco smirked, watching his journal expectantly.
…
He laughed, trying to muffle the sound. Cat got your tongue?
Trying to figure out how you remember what my nails looked like during our Transfiguration OWL in fifth year.
Who wouldn't forget one third of the Golden Trio wearing nail polish that represented the house of their mortal enemy.
I would hope it's just one third. Because if it was the other two, we would have a serious problem.
She had a sense of humour. Draco loved it. And Pothead and Weasel didn't have a problem with you endorsing Slytherin?
Green is my favourite colour. They badgered me into trying to change it to red and gold but…
Draco waited but nothing else came so he quickly scribbled: But green is the best colour around?
Exactly.
Although the topic of your nail colour in fifth year is rather riveting, can we talk about something else now?
Alright, what do you want to talk about?
Draco thought before smirking. Are you a virgin?
DRACO MALFOY!
Draco snickered. What? I think it's a legitimate question.
Are you?
I asked you first.
I asked you second.
Ladies first.
Exactly Malfoy, so go ahead.
Last I checked I was all beast.
Last I checked I was all goddess.
I don't know about that, bookworm. Maybe I should check for you.
This conversation is over.
Come on!
Good night.
Granger!
Bye.
Draco rolled his eyes. Fine. Goodnight.
He waited for a good thirty seconds and when he got nothing; he whispered 'Granger' and shoved the journal under his pillow. That conversation was rather enlightening—Goddess, hmm? He'd see to that one himself.
.xx.
Hermione awoke in the morning to Lavender bawling. Scrambling out of bed, she hurried over to her friend, who was in Kellah's arms, and asked what happened.
"She heard that Ron was kissing some girl on the eighth floor yesterday," Fay filled in. Hermione snorted.
"Really? Really?! Is he trying to sleep with every girl in the school?"
"Apparently," Parvati snorted. "It was a Hufflepuff girl too. Hufflepuff!"
Fay rolled her eyes and winked at Hermione. "Of all the houses hmm?"
"She was probably high," Kellah offered. "They all normally are. If you walk by their portrait you can smell the potions they sniff."
"Why do you think they're called Hufflepuff," Parvati grinned. "They keep huffing and puffing potions."
"It's the only house against which house prejudice is condoned… by even the professors and headmasters." Hermione added. "We could probably converse with the Slytherins, civilly might I add, of all the faults the Hufflepuffs have." Lavender pulled out of Kellah's arms to smile at her friends.
"You all are brilliant."
Hermione winked at her. "I heard through the grapevine that Dumbledore had to offer Professor Sprout an increase in her salary of thirty-seven percent when he offered her the job of Head of Hufflepuff."
"Why did he have to offer her a salary increase?" Kellah was truly intrigued.
"She wanted to be sorted into Ravenclaw during her sorting but the Hat thought she'd be more appropriate in Hufflepuff," for once in her life Hermione was glad that she listened to the Ravenclaw girls gossiping in the library. "She's been resentful ever since."
The girls shared a laugh and Lavender thanked her friends. Parvati wrapped an arm around Lavender's shoulder and suggested that they go for breakfast… and shoot daggers at Ronald Weasley.
Hermione snorted as she gathered her books, namely the journal, and commented at how she always glared at Ronald Weasley as the exited their dormitory on route to the Great Hall.
.xx.
True to their words, the girls glared menacingly at Ron before brushing past him and heading to the end of the table. Kellah took it unto herself to elbow him in the head hard before throwing her nose in the air. Ron looked confused and Harry sighed, knowing exactly what they were doing.
Ron was caught kissing a Hufflepuff girl on the eighth floor the previous night when he knew Lavender had a thing for him. Sometimes he wondered how Ron was still alive; the Gryffindor girls were vicious little things.
Draco Malfoy had seen everything and, for a brief moment, caught Hermione's eye. He tilted his head slightly and she raised an eyebrow. He wanted to laugh; she was still upset about their conversation last night. Hiding his journal inside of a Transfiguration textbook, he had it propped against the edge of the table and his lap so that nobody would be able to see what he was writing. He couldn't very well whisper Granger every time he wanted the words to disappear out of his journal, and the last thing he wanted was for his friends to discover who he was conversing with.
Still mad?
He saw Hermione jump slightly and figure the notebook was heating up under her fingertips. She shared a joke with her friends, giggled, and opened it. She quickly read what he wrote, looked up and pouted ever slightly. Draco saw that she pulled out her quill and began writing.
Yes. Kind of. Ron's a jerk.
I could've told you that.
"What you got there, mate?" Blaise said and Draco slammed the Transfiguration book shut, sandwiching his journal in between the pages.
"A textbook." Draco snorted haughtily. "Can't I study?"
"You study?" Adrian smirked and Draco glowered in his direction.
"I'm not top performing wizard of our year for nothing."
"Granger's beating you though," Blaise taunted. Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes. He quickly glanced at Hermione and saw that she had shut her notebook and was conversing with her friends once again. She probably figured that he was unable to continue writing and turned her undivided attention to Parvati, who was speaking animatedly.
"I said top performing wizard, not witch." Draco smirked, turning back to Blaise and recalling what Hermione wrote to him last night:
Last I checked I was all goddess.
"Who knows what's in those robes." Theodore said as he stole some of his girlfriend's pumpkin juice. "Could be a Neanderthal."
Adrian shook his head. "Doubt it. Even though she's a Gryffindor, she's one hell of a girl."
"Easy on the eyes." Blaise concurred.
Draco was beginning to feel slightly jealous, a feeling he was rather unfamiliar with. He didn't like the fact that his mates were praising Granger. He had formed a special bond with her, something that he was coming to cherish greatly, and it was because of that that he was becoming suddenly very protective of her. She was a frenemy, a good frenemy, and he knew what his friends really thought of her.
No, of her house.
"What do you think, Malfoy?" Adrian nudged his mate and Draco scowled at him.
"Can we talk about something else other than how easy on the eyes Granger is?"
"If you don't find that bird hot, I doubt your sexuality." Theodore muttered and Draco stood up, knocking over his pumpkin juice. Crabbe and Goyle jumped to their feet both preparing to hold back Draco and or Theodore to stop the impending fight.
"Thought your mother taught you more respect than that, Nott." Draco hissed murderously. Theodore stood up and matched Draco's look with one of his own.
"Getting rather antsy there, Malfoy." Theodore whispered. "Did I strike a chord?"
Draco glowered at him for a moment longer before picking up his books and leaving the Great Hall. Unknown to him, the entire room and gone quiet and watched the interlude. Blaise, after a moment, got up and chased after his best friend and Hermione watched worriedly.
What happened… she pondered, anxious to pull out her notebook and write to her frenemy.
.xx.
Wanting to not be found, Draco had quickly called his broom and flew to one of the tallest towers that Hogwarts had to offer. He chose the third tallest, not wanting to be sitting on the Gryffindor tower in case he was seen by somebody. Leaning against the shingles, Draco watched some birds fly over the Forbidden Forest. Why did he get so angry?! He was so close to blowing their cover…
Why couldn't he keep his emotions in check?
Why did he have to blow up on Nott?
His notebook began heating up.
What happened? He read the words that Hermione wrote to him and, for some reason, his anger began subsiding.
Don't worry about it. What did the ginger bread weasel do?
He patted his shoulder for that one; it was a rather original new insult. He waited for a few moments before he was greeted with a ginormous paragraph. "Way to write an essay, Granger." He murmured as he began skimming over what she wrote, trying to pick up on significant words; he was scanning for idiot, jerk, weasel, hate, and any variation of.
To the eyes of Draco Malfoy, Hermione's message looked something like:
… idiot… jerk… kissed this Hufflepuff girl on the eighth floor… Lavender… shooting daggers… I'm ready to hex him… argh!
Her five hundred word paragraph summarized into nineteen convenient words. Draco was proud of himself. Relax, Granger.
I am relaxed. Kind of…
Do some breathing exercises.
Come from the man who just went head to head with his mate?
He said some questioning things that I wasn't approving of.
Like?
He was disrespecting women.
And you cared?
My mother taught me how to respect women. Well, she did. Draco just didn't employ those lessons in day-to-day life… well, actually he didn't used to employ them. He was beginning to see how the 'How to Treat a Lady' lessons that Narcissa had given him throughout his life could come in handy.
Especially with Granger.
Hermione, on the other hand, was staring at her notebook. She was sitting in her dormitory (she had told the girls she had to quickly run to the library which she actually didn't; she ended up going back to their dorm), writing to Draco and trying to figure out what happened. He was being rather cryptic though. Figuring she should change the subject, she wrote: I'm still upset over what you said last night.
She waited a few seconds for his response. Would it help if I said I was sorry?
Would you mean it?
Probably not. I do want to see if you're all goddess down there.
Malfoy!
Mother also taught me not to lie!
You could certainly pick and choose what you say to somebody.
Where's the fun in that?
Hermione couldn't fight her smile. Fighting with him was probably the most fun she ever had. Where did you run off to? Change of topic again. Draco had gotten comfortable on his tower, having conjured up a pillow to rest his royal butt on.
Nowhere of consequence. Why, worried?
If I was, I wouldn't admit it. Hermione anxiously waited to see what Draco's response would be.
Aww, I'm glad you care bookworm. She couldn't help but gawk. Care?! She didn't care… did she?
Don't get used to it. D.A.D.A is in half an hour, you coming?
Do I have to?
Hermione said: Yes.
Fine. Draco replied.
Good. Hermione countered.
Great. Draco was purposely trying to annoy her.
See you then.
See you.
Bye!
Farewell.
Hermione was, in reality, trying not to burst in to laughter over the back-and-forth that she and Draco were exchanging. Will you stop now?
When you stop.
But I don't want to stop.
Good, neither do I.
We really need to go.
We do.
So stop?
You first.
Malfoy!
Come on, bookworm.
Gah. Fine. See you in the dungeons.
Hermione slammed her notebook shut and threw it to the foot of her bed. Dammit, she was acting like she was in a committed relationship with Draco and doing what her muggle friends do with their boyfriends:
'You hang up first'
'No you'
'No, you!'
'Nuh uh, you first'
'No, you first'
Hermione shoved her head onto her pillow. She was getting too fond of Draco Malfoy a bit too fast. Whether that was a good thing or bad was left to interpretation.
.xx.
Hermione was sitting beside Neville and Kellah two rows from the front. The professor, whoever it was going to be that year, hadn't shown up yet and the eighth years were mingling, talking about how long they thought this professor was going to last.
Harry was betting two years.
Luna said six months.
"How long do you think, Hermione?" Neville asked and Hermione shrugged.
"I just hope they don't have Voldemort on the back of their head."
"Or in their diary." Kellah added.
"Or at the end of a maze." Hermione giggled. Neville rolled his eyes at how his friends were flippant about Voldemort's many resurrections. Once upon a time they wouldn't be able to jest about it. But now? It was the topic of humour in any conversation… especially the joke about how Harry disarmed him to death.
Never got old.
Ron was sitting in a corner with Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan and Hermione figured it was because he was going through a lot of hate at the moment but she wondered why didn't he ever learn? Back when he claimed that he liked Hermione, he made out with Lavender, and now he was kissing up some Hufflepuff girl when he knew that Lavender liked him.
Draco, Blaise, and Tracey walked in and were followed by Vincent, Gregory, Adrian, and Theodore. Theodore looked annoyed; it was probably because of the spat he had with Draco moments prior. In any case, the Slytherins were like family and reconciled pretty quickly. Hermione glanced over her shoulder in time to see them sit down at the last table in the row.
"I think a Dementor would have a better chance in teaching us Defense against the Dark Arts." Fay spat as she plopped unceremoniously beside Neville. "Think about it," she winked, "if anybody got on their nerves, they could kiss them to death."
Hermione laughed, finding Fay's joke to be humorous. Kellah simply snorted and Neville burrowed his head into his arms, he would much rather be somewhere else. He hated Defense against the Dark Arts but here he was, taking it and having to write a NEWT on it. Gah.
Hermione was flipping through her textbook, choosing to zone out the hustle and bustle around her. Kellah got up and went to talk with Susan Bones and Luna Lovegood for a bit, before their professor decided to show up. Fay, getting bored, joined her and Hermione could hear light snores coming from Neville. Poor boy had fallen asleep.
Ron was still sitting in his corner, sulking, and Harry stepped out of the classroom to go to the lavatory. Beneath her textbook, her journal heat up.
Prepared for another year of this cursed class?
Hermione bit back her smile and fought the urge to turn around and catch Draco Malfoy's gaze. She quickly scribbled her response. I helped defeat Voldemort. I was born ready.
I was also the only kid that ever got away with hugging him.
Do you feel loved?
Not at the least.
Hermione was very close to laughing. I would feel special—who ever got away with hugging him other than you?
Trust me, if I knew I'd go to rehabilitation with them. These scars will never heal… want to kiss them better, Granger?
You're so funny, Malfoy.
Natural born funny-guy.
Funny looking more like it.
Before Draco could respond to her jibe the dungeon doors swung open. The class whirled around and immediately Hermione stood up, her hand covering her mouth. Harry gasped, loudly, and Ron bit back a curse.
"Remus?" Hermione finally found it in her to whisper the name of what looked like their new/old Defense against the Dark Arts professor: Remus Lupin. Draco simply rolled his eyes and slammed the journal shut.
Great, he thought, it's the wolf-man.
"Hullo, class." Remus's eyes twinkled. "I apologize for the delay. You can say that it's that time of month again."
The few that knew intimately what that meant shared a laugh. Harry beamed at his father's best friend; it was such a wonderful surprise. Remus and Tonks hadn't told them that he was planning on returning to Hogwarts but that didn't matter—Harry was elated. Ron, despite wallowing in self-misery, found it in him to stand up and shake hands with his former professor and now friend.
"Settle down," Remus strode up to the podium. Everybody hurried back to their original seats and Hermione shoved Neville, waking him up.
"Wha- huh…" His eyes focused. "Remus?!"
Remus chuckled. "Hullo to you too, Neville. Now," he placed his books and wand down. "This is going to be an intense year. Most of you excel in defending yourself in the dark arts and others," his eyes landed on Harry and then shifted to Hermione, "excel in the dark arts."
Hermione blushed sheepishly and everybody in the room laughed. Draco, who was leaning back in his seat with his fingers linked at the back of his head, was secretively watching Hermione Granger. The blush of pink on her cheeks suited her really nicely.
Blaise nudged Draco. "The werewolf?"
Draco nodded. "Yeah… remember third year?"
Gregory smirked and looked over at his best mate. "When Granger punched you?"
"Shut up, Greg." Draco muttered.
"There isn't much that I can teach you all, per se, but we can do lots to excel in what you already know." Remus recited. "If my memory serves correctly, after Defense against the Dark Arts, you lot have double Unforgiveable and Illegal Spells and a half-class of Transfiguration, correct?"
There was a chorus of yes.
"Excellent. I am working hand-in-hand with your Unforgiveable and Illegal Spells professor—" Remus's eyes landed on the Slytherins. "You should be able to recognize who he is. What I do will be complemented and supplemented with his class. Now, to begin, the Headmistress and I have decided that since this course is presumed to be cursed, we are going to do something that is against tradition: seating arrangement."
"A seating what?!" Ron blasted and Remus sent him a snarky look.
"Arrangement, Mister Weasley." Remus repeated. "Now to promote inter-house relations, Headmistress and I decided that we will place four students at a table, all representing a different house. Starting at the first table we will seat—"
Groaning, the room began shifting. Students were taking their seats where Remus Lupin was assigning them and the students that just lost their seats were lingering until their names were called.
Table 1: Padma Patil of Ravenclaw, Harry Potter of Gryffindor, Theodore Nott of Slytherin, and Hannah Abbot of Hufflepuff.
Table 2: Kevin Entwhistle of Ravenclaw, Ron Weasley of Gryffindor, Pansy Parkinson of Slytherin, and Stacey Winterwaters of Hufflepuff.
Table 3: Mandy Brocklehurst of Ravenclaw, Fay Dunbar of Gryffindor, Millicent Bulstrode of Slytherin, and Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff.
Table 4: Terry Boot of Ravenclaw, Neville Longbottm of Gryffindor, Adrian Pucey of Slytherin, and Megan Jones of Hufflepuff.
Table 5: Suzanna Li of Ravenclaw, Seamus Finnigan of Gryffindor, Vincent Crabbe of Slytherin, and Wayne Hopkins of Hufflepuff.
Table 6: Anthony Goldstein of Ravenclaw, Dean Thomas of Gryffindor, Blaise Zabini of Slytherin, and Susan Bones of Hufflepuff.
And so, Lupin kept going. He called out names of four students that would be sharing a table together in D.A.D.A for an entire year. By the end there were four students standing and all eyes were on them.
"And the final table consists of: Luna Lovegood of Ravenclaw, Hermione Granger of Gryffindor, Oliver Cadmus of Hufflepuff, and Draco Malfoy of Slytherin."
Draco and Hermione exchanged glances before taking their seats beside each other at the last table in the back to the left. Kellah sat on Draco's left and Kevin was sitting on Hermione's right. Without a warning, Luna grinned at Draco.
"Malfoy? I'm Luna Lovegood, if you remember. I know that you can see warbles as well, no need to lie to me." Luna's face was uncomfortably close to Draco's by this point. "Additionally, you look like a jerk from afar but up close you're pretty cute."
Draco spluttered.
Hermione snorted.
Oliver burst into laughter.
Remus shook his head.
"Anyway, now that we've established our seating arrangement, I would like to make a few quick announcements. First of all your table-mates will be the ones you do any group projects or practical training with," Remus scanned the classroom. "They are your lifelines. Secondly, this class will have four major projects—"
.xx.
"He's rather gorgeous up close and personal." Kellah murmured as the girls went to sit in the courtyard. Hermione was listening intently; a topic concerning her frenemy, how exciting (kind of?). "I know you're jealous, Fay." Kellah was one of the last students to be called for their D.A.D.A seating arrangement and, not going unnoticed by Hermione, she had quite enough time to ogle Draco mercilessly.
Women were vultures.
Fay snorted. "Platinum blond doesn't float my boat."
"It's more dirty blond." Lavender tapped her chin. "I just want to run my fingers through it."
Hermione giggled. "His hair does look soft."
"It glistened under the candlelight, Hermione!" Kellah sighed dreamily. "Were you not staring awkwardly in DADA?"
Hermione wrapped an arm around Kellah's shoulder. "No, but everybody saw that you were. Heck, even Malfoy knew. He was shifting towards me the entire time because you were staring just a tad too obviously. And you were sitting at the table seating beside ours!"
Kellah threw her nose in the air. "Harrumph. I was purposely trying to have him feel awkward."
"Right," Parvati smirked. "You probably wanted to smell him."
"I bet he smells as delicious as he looks." Kellah winked. "I wish I could sit beside the Slytherin Sex God. So lucky, Mia."
"Oh, Kell." Hermione shook her head. "You've made the last eight years of my life that much more bearable."
Fay nodded in agreement. "The boys had Ron; we needed our own comic relief."
"Ron's just funny to look at," Lavender snorted. "Kell has true funny."
"I'm still thinking of how much sex appeal oozed out of Malfoy." Kellah ducked and dodged the smack Fay aimed at her and the girls burst into uncontrollable giggles. Hermione, though she had a few friends in the muggle world, was truly glad that she and her dorm mates were as close as they were. Sure her best friends were Harry and Ron (Ron was at the edge of the scale, though), but she needed girls in her life.
Girls like Fay, Kella, Lavender, and Parvati.
"Other than Draco Malfoy's obvious sex," Fay said as the girls sat down on some benches. "How're you feeling, Lav?"
Lavender shrugged. "You girls helped me feel better. He's such a jerk."
Hermione concurred. "You didn't figure that out when he made out with you a day after he confessed he liked me?"
Lavender blushed. "I'm sorry."
"No harm, no foul. I never liked him, remember?"
"I don't see how anybody could," Kellah muttered. "He's no Draco Malfoy."
"Bloody Merlin!" Fay threw her hands up in the air just as Draco, Blaise, and Theodore walked by. Unfortunately for Fay, she didn't notice them and continued talking: "Are you going to stop going on and on about how badly you wish to be fornicating with Draco Malfoy?!"
"Excuse me?"
Fay turned red and mechanically turned to be greeted by a smirking Draco Malfoy. "Uhh… umm… we were… talking about the… Draco Malfoy in… Huffle… puff…?"
Draco chuckled, a velvety sound. Hermione's grip tightened on her textbooks but her eyes never left Draco. "Is that so? What were you saying about this Draco Malfoy in Hufflepuff?"
"How he oozes with sex appeal," Hermione piped up and the girls shot her a glare. She saw Draco's eyes widen with amusement. "What? You need to take some pointers from him, Malfoy." Her eyes twinkled. "According to the tally in Myrtle's bathroom, right by where the Chamber of Secrets is, he's three votes away from taking your title as Hogwarts Sex God."
"Really?" Draco sang. "I must consult with him on his secrets, then. Perhaps you should introduce me to him someday, hmm?"
"Rest assured, Malfoy, I will." Hermione squared her chin.
Sending the girls a wink, Draco strolled off and Kellah clutched her heart. "Merlin! That was so close," and whirled to Hermione. "You had to tell him, didn't you?!"
"Draco Malfoy from Hufflepuff?" Hermione wailed. "He isn't obtuse; he knew we were talking about him."
Fay blushed. "Okay, yeah, that was rather stupid of me."
"Rather?" Parvati snorted. "Try very stupid."
"You deserve to have Buckbeak bite you." Lavender muttered and Fay glowered at her.
"Not funny, Lav."
Hermione laughed and shook her head. She felt her journal heat up beneath her fingertips and slyly opened it.
I ooze with sex appeal?
Noticing that the girls changed the topic and were discussing the new Madam Witch fashion line, Hermione withdrew her quill from her pocket and wrote.
Not you. The Malfoy from Hufflepuff.
His response came in a heartbeat. Perhaps you should introduce me to him tonight? Remember, we have a flying session after lights out.
I remember. Eastern window of the Restricted Section.
Glad to see you remember.
Who could forget… leaving for class now. See you there?
Yep. Later, bookworm.
Hermione shut the journal just as the girls were getting up. Fay commented on it: "You have a diary, Miney?"
She nodded. "Yeah. You should try diary keeping, it's rather therapeutic."
"Right. So is sex."
"With Draco Malfoy. From Hufflepuff!" Laughing, Kellah ducked the punch that Hermione threw at her. "Geez, you girls can't take a joke. Come on, we're going to be late for class."
Class, Hermione thought. With Draco Malfoy… she hid a smile. From Slytherin, not Hufflepuff.
.xx.
Edited: August 7, 2016
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