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Chronicle of Scales: Dragkyn Rising	By : BrutalTrvth Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 32267 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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    Harry was surprised by how likeable Ron was. The pair spent the next thirty minutes talking as they waited for the train to begin boarding. The Hogwarts Express was a crimson behemoth, easily twice the size of the old 4000 class Big Boy locomotives it had been based on. The cars it was pulling were double decked, nearly forty feet from where they sat above their wheels to the tops of their arched roofs. They were three times as long, and stretched more than a mile down the station platform. It was almost impossible to see where the last car waited for passengers, but it was that car which Ron and Harry headed for. It seemed like a safe bet that no one else would be joining them. The wizarding world was far and away preferable to living with the Dursleys, and while Harry would never admit it, he was starting to miss having some peace and quiet for himself.
   The car was everything he hoped for. Harry and Ron climbed a narrow set of spiral stairs up to the top level, which was absolutely abandoned. The car had been broken down into eighteen individual compartments, each one ten feet long and eight feet wide. Inside of each compartment were two pairs of seats facing in together, with a long rack running above the windows for carry on luggage. Harry helped Ron mount his bags, as his own had gone on ahead with Hagrid.
   “My dad must have loved this when he was our age!” Ron gaped as he looked around the inside of the compartment. The seats were over-stuffed and covered in velvet, easily the softest thing Harry had ever sat on. He and Ron plopped down opposite each other.
   “Is he a big train buff?” Harry asked.
   “Any bit of muggle technology, really,” Ron answered with a shrug. “He’s mad for the stuff. He says its fascinating all they’ve managed to accomplish.. He tends to go a little overboard, though. A few months ago he became convinced that they’d been to the moon. Can you believe that? As if the muggles could go to the moon!”
   “Er, they have,” Harry replied.
   “What?” Ron looked incredulous. “When?”
   “I dunno.” Harry shrugged. “Back in the sixties. The Americans sent a couple of rockets up. Brought back some rocks, that sort of thing.”
   “Naw, can’t be,” Ron said as he shook his head in stubborn denial. “How did they deal with the bregalsnitches?”
   Harry blinked. “The what?”
   “The bregalsnitches.” Ron puffed out his cheeks and held out his arms out wide and rocked back and forth like a fatman walking. “They live on the moon and come down every night to steal clothes to eat. They’re also very territorial. I can’t imagine they’d just let a bunch of muggles bumble around on the surface of the moon.”
   “They eat clothes?” Harry asked as he fought to keep a straight face. He liked Ron and didn’t want to offend the other boy by laughing at what appeared to be honest belief.
   “Oh, yeah!” Ron nodded enthusiastically. “Fred and George told me all about them. They used to eat people, but the Ministry stopped them and banished the lot to the moon. They’re only allowed down to hunt for food, and they prefer clothes because they taste like people wore them. That’s what Fred and George told me, anyways.”
   Ron shook his head. “Nasty buggers. They were always stealing my socks.”
   Harry was spared any further conversation about bregalsnitches when the compartment door slid open to reveal a boy and a girl of about his and Ron’s age. The girl was clearly the leader of the pair, and held the door open as the train began to rock into motion. Her brown curls were a long, disorganized mess and her shirt had the look of someone who knew where all the buttons went but didn’t quite care of that’s where they actually ended up. There was a mad glint in her eye, sort of a like a mix between Nicola Tesla and Lex Luthor.
   “Have either of you seen a pseudo dragon?” the girl demanded. “Neville has lost his, and we haven’t been able to find it.”
   Harry’s gaze slid off the girl as she nodded towards the boy. The two locked eyes, and Harry immediately froze as he stared into icy blue pupils. He felt the same surge of instant recognition that he had felt when he met Draco, only without the same sense of hostility. Instead, there wasn’t much of anything. That the other boy was a dragkyn was obvious enough, but whether would be a friend or foe remained to be determined.
   The other boy must have also recognized Harry for what he was, if not who he was, because he gave Harry a subtle shake of his head. Then he turned to Ron and said, “Hey, Ron. Sorry, but Orion has gone off on her own again. I know she knows the way to Hogwarts, but I also know Draco Malfoy is supposed to be on this train as well, and I want to find her before she gets into any trouble.”
   “Wait, you two know each other?” the girl asked as she fell into the seat next to Ron. She held her hand out to Harry first. “By the way, my name is Hermione Granger. I’ll be starting as a first year.”
   “Harry Potter,” Harry answered as he took her hand. “Ron and I are starting as first years as well.”
   “Wait, the Harry Potter?” Hermione’s eyes went wide, causing Harry to flinch. “I read all about you in Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts! Did you really spend five years in Budapest studying unicorns with the Ring of Seven Magi?”
   “Er, who?” Harry frowned. “I was actually raised by my aunt and uncle.”
   “Oh.” Hermione’s enthusiasm dimmed a little. “Were they powerful witches and wizards?”
   Harry shook his head. “No, they didn’t know any magic. My mother was muggleborn.” He tipped his head towards Ron. “My parents were friends with his folks though, so that’s how Ron and I met.”
   “And you already know Neville?” Hermione turned first to Ron, then glanced back and forth between Harry and Neville. “Do you two know each other as well, then?”
   Neville shook his head. “No, we’re just meeting for the first time. My gran is a bit over protective of me.”
   Ron winced. “She’s still not mad at me for the thing with the fire seeds?”
   Neville nodded somberly. “The east garden still can’t grow anything.”
   “But we got them from Fred and George!” Ron protested. “How were we supposed to be know they’d burn out your grandmother’s prized roses?”
   Hermione’s nose scrunched as she asked, “You got something called fire seeds from your brothers and didn’t think they would burn things?”
   Ron shrugged. “Yeah, and?”
   Hermione quickly shook her head. “Nooothing.”
   Harry tried not to laugh as he watched the back and forth. He could already tell that the two of them were going to get along famously. Ron must have been thinking the same thing, as he pushed himself out of his seat and headed for the door. “C’mon, Nev. Let’s go find Orion before she eats the snack tray or something. You can fill me in on what I missed while we search. You coming, Harry?”
   Harry thought about it for a moment, but a train wide hunt meant dealing with a train full of people. Besides, he felt kind of bad abandoning Hermione. A feeling that in no way shape or form had to do with the fact that he thought she was kind of cute, in a geeky sort of way.
   “Nah, you guys go on ahead. I’ll catch up with you when we get to the school, all right?”
   “Suits,” Ron agreed. He and Neville disappeared around the corner.
   “So you’re really him,” Hermione said a moment later. “The great Harry Potter. The most famous boy of our generation.”
   “Yup, I’m him,” Harry agreed. He kept his tone neutral, waiting to see what Hermione felt about the whole thing.
   “What was he like?”
   “Who?”
   “Why, the Dark Lord, of course.” Hermione shuddered. “Everything I’ve read about him makes him sound like an absolute monster. Him and those Death Eaters of his.”
   “I don’t know,” Harry said, honestly. “I was a baby and he was dead. He killed my parents, though, so yeah, he must have been a bit of a git.”
   The next several minutes were occupied by the sound of the train rattling down the tracks and nothing else. Hermione at least had to sense to blush at Harry’s rebuke. For his part, Harry realized he had sounded meaner than he had intended, but at the same time this was exactly the same sort of conversation that he had been dreading for the past for the past several weeks.
   Hermione was the first to break their détente. “I’m sorry. I should have realized…but, no, I didn’t. I’ve just been so caught up in the wonder of it all! Fifteen years of being just plain old Hermione, whose hair is a little off, whose teeth are just a tad too long, and too smart to date more than three times. Best kneeler in all of London, just ask any of the boys, they all know! God, why couldn’t we have gotten these letters when we were ten? Why did they have to wait until we were in high school?” she finished bitterly.
   “But now there’s this!” A large smile spread across her face as she drew out her wand. “There’s a dragon’s heart string at the center of this! Can you imagine? Not only can we do magic, but there are goblins and dragons and unicorns! They’re not just creatures out of myths anymore, they’re all real and can even breed with people! It is the one thing all the books agreed on. Harry Potter, last of his kind, last of the silvers. You’re a dragkyn!”
   Harry looked at her sideways. “What do you know about dragkyns?”
   Hermione let out a squeal of delight and clapped her hands in excitement. “Oh, wonderful! When we visited Diagon Alley I picked up every book I could find on them! It was a shame there were so few, the topic is absolutely fascinating!”
   “Yes, I know,” Harry said blandly. “Only when I tried to do some research myself, someone had already bought all the books on the topic.”
   Hermione turned as red as the engine pulling the train. “I’m sorry! I can lend them to you, if you’d like?”
   “That sounds wonderful,” Harry said with a wry smile. Curiosity got the better of him. “So what do you know about dragkyns?”
   “Dragkyns are the result of mixed breeding between the greater true dragons and wizards,” Hermione recited happily. “Unlike most crossbreeding attempts, which are usually instigated by wizards and require the intervention of spells and potions, the dragkyn were first bred by the greater dragons using their own innate shape shifting abilities. Without the interference of foreign magics, this allowed for a greater portion of their strength to be inherited by their children. Dragkyn bloodlines were therefore prized by other wizarding families, and for a while the various dragkyn clans were the dominant forces in magical politics and society.”
   “So what happened?” Harry leaned forward in his seat. There was a hint of something in the air, vanilla mixed with banana? It was oddly alluring, and Harry could feel his body starting to respond. Leaning forward not only brought him closer to that scent, but it also made it easier to hide what was going on in his pants. Of course, since one was feeding into the other it meant he was going to have to remain in that position for a while.
   “Time and numbers.” Hermione sighed. “Among their own kind, dragkyn are just as fertile as any other species, but when they breed with humans their fertility rate drops substantially. Unfortunately, there were never enough purebred dragkyn to avoid inbreeding, so they were required to mate with humans in order to continue their bloodlines. Over time their numbers have continued to dwindle, to the point where six of the original ten clans are now extinct. Of the surviving four clans, three have been reduced to individual families, including your own. Only the Black line of dragkyns still has any sizeable presence, even if several of them are currently locked up in Azkaban.”
   Harry blinked. “Azkaban?”
   Hermione nodded. “The wizarding prison. Many of the clan joined with Voldemort’s uprising, expecting to go back to the glory days when the clans were dominant, and as the only real clan left…”
   “The Blacks would be dominant over all,” Harry finished for her. “Were they planning on overthrowing Voldemort or ruling in his name?”
   Hermione wagged her hand back and forth. “Yes? No? The only clan member to avoid prison was Narcissa Black, after she and her husband were determined innocent by reason of being victim of the Imperio curse. They convinced the Wizengamot, the Ministry’s high court, that they had been bewitched by the rest of the clan. The fact that several bankrupt members of the court found themselves solvent after the decision is not believe to be related at all.”
   Harry let out a snort of amusement. If sarcasm were electricity, Hermione’s last comment could have powered all of England for a year. “Not a fan of the family?”
   Hermione threw her hands up in exasperation. “When I got my letter, I immediately got a subscription to the Daily Prophet. At first I thought it was enlightened of them to give an entire article to someone our age, but it wasn’t long before I realized that Lucius Malfoy must have bought his son the space to air his own views under the disguise of youthful innocence. Because if its obvious to a child, then it must be reasonable to an adult!”
   Harry held up his hands placatingly. “So, what else do you know about dragkyns?”
   “Well, aside from increased magical power, they receive a series of physical benefits.” Hermione seemed to calm down with the change in subject. “Not only do they tend to live much longer than normal wizards, but they receive increased physical strength and eventually develop the ability to shape shift. The ability with which they can do the latter varies greatly between individuals, regardless of species, though all should at least be able to take full dragon form. They also received other benefits, such as increased stamina, a faster metabolism, and…”
   Harry frowned as Hermione’s voice trailed off and her face resumed imitating the engine’s coloring. “And what?”
   Hermione nodded sheepishly towards Harry’s lap. Harry looked down, and then it was his turn to color as he discovered that leaning forward hadn’t been enough to keep things as discreet as he had intended..
   “Oh, god, I am so sorry!” Harry twisted around to hide the bulge in the front of his pants.
   “No, no, its all right!” Hermione swallowed as she met his eyes. “Is it…is it as big as they say?”
   “I don’t know,” Harry answered. “I didn’t realize it was unusual until…never mind. I thought all guys were like this.”
   He repositioned himself so that he was leaning back against his seat. The front of his pants looked like he was trying to smuggle a softball. Hermione’s fascination was plain to read on her face, and her fingers quivered as she struggled against the impulse to reach out and touch him.
   Her reputation among her previous classmates had been mostly undeserved, but that didn’t mean that Hermione was a blushing virgin, either. She hadn’t lost her virginity so much as she had misplaced it two years prior with a boy she thought she had been in love with, but who had turned out to be incredibly dull. She still wasn’t sure that he’d actually managed to achieve penetration, but there’d been a bit of blood and they’d left her sheets a sticky mess, so she supposed that it counted.
   On the brighter side of things, she had enjoyed at least some of his fumblings and decided that she wanted more. In an entirely Hermione-like fashion this had led to research and a bit of experimentation, leading to quite a number of useful discoveries. The only major consequences had been the rumors that had sprung up in her wake, but those had seemed like just the normal perils of high school.
   Ah, the curse of nymphomania.
   “Can I see it?” Hermione breathed.
   Harry nodded slowly, then leaned across his seat and flipped the lock on the door to the compartment. Then he reached for the pull cord attached to the blinds hanging from the door and drew them tight, so that the only light coming into the compartment was the afternoon sun filtering through the outside windows. Confident that they wouldn’t be disturbed, he stood up and unzipped his pants.
   Hermione’s jaw dropped as all fourteen inches of Harry’s penis sprang free of their cloth prison. She had seen the sketches in her books, but it was an entirely different prospect when faced with it in person. It was pointed slightly upwards, bobbing slightly with each breath he took. His foreskin was peeled back, exposing the dark purple head. She started to reach for it, then yanked her hand back as if she had been shocked.
   “Can I touch it?”
   Harry nodded, unable to speak, lost in wonder at the unfolding events.
   Hermione fairly leapt forward once she had Harry’s permission, so that the two were standing only inches apart, their legs spread to steady their bodies against the movement of the train. Her fingers curled around the shaft of his penis. His skin was warm and soft, perhaps a little dry, but the muscle underneath was hard and tense, like a steel bar wrapped in terrycloth. Hermione kept her touch slow, inquisitive. She ran her thumb along the snaking line of the vein running along the side of his penis, squeezing until Harry shuddered under her touch.
   Harry locked his hands together behind his back as Hermione stroked his cock. He had given her permission, but she had yet to return it. His jaw clenched and a growl filled his the back of his throat. It came out as a deep rumble that earned a smile from Hermione.
   “You like that, mmm?” Hermione teased, leaning in even closer.
   “Yes,” Harry hissed from between clenched teeth. She was so close that he could feel her the heat of her breath against his throat. A drop of warm sweat ran down his spine, and his knuckles whitened against each other.
   Hermione took one step closer, so that their bodies were pressed together. “Then go ahead and touch.”
   Harry’s arms immediately wrapped around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Their lips met clumsily. Harry had never kissed anyone before and all he really knew about it was what he had seen during a few daytime soaps and televised movies. He went too fast, used too much tongue. It was wet and sloppy.
   Hermione didn’t care. She’d dealt with sloppy before, and knew what to do. She slipped her arms up under Harry’s so that she could cup his face and pushed up gently to expose his throat. She brushed her tongue across the hollow at the base of Harry’s throat before nibbling at her way up towards his jaw. Then she pulled his head back down and pressed her lips against his, and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Harry offered no resistance to her assault, but loosened his grip on her as he yielded control to his more experienced partner.
   Hermione took full advantage of his compliance. She pushed him back against the seat, causing Harry to fall into the soft embrace the cushion, but there was no time for him to wonder what she was about before Hermione was upon him once again. She straddled his lap, pinning Harry’s legs closed between her own so that his cock jutted up beneath her. Then she stripped her shirt off over her head and tossed it aside.
   “Here,” Hermione said as she guided Harry’s hands to her breasts. They were small but plump, topped by dark little nipples surrounded by lighter areola the color of desert sand. Harry was far from gentle as he fondled her tits, kneading her soft flesh and pinching the tips of her nipples between his fingers. Hermione let out a delighted moan at his roughness, pleased that he wasn’t one of those timid boys who thought they had to treat her like a china doll.
   “Just like that,” she gasped as Harry leaned forward and nipped at her breast. His teeth scraped across her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Her breath caught as his tongue swirled around her nipple, half afraid that he was going to bite down and half hoping. Instead Harry sucked it between his teeth, pinning it there as his tongue lashed back and forth across the sensitive nub.
   Confident that Harry was then fully occupied, Hermione reached under her skirt and pushed her panties down. It took some squirming and she had to brace herself against the wall of the train, but she managed to get her left leg entirely free so that her underwear was left bunched against the back of her right knee. Once her left leg was back in place she reached down and grabbed for Harry’s cock. There was no hesitation, no sign of preparation. She simply impaled herself upon it.
   “Oh, fuck!” Hermione shouted as slid down his pole. She was wet enough that he slid in easily, but she only made it half way before she had to stop and let her body adjust to his girth. Harry was just…impossibly big. Hermione’s body began to tremble as her inner walls stretched to accommodate him. She straightened up a little, letting him slide partway out of her, then slid back down to coat his shaft with her juices.
   “Fuck me,” Harry moaned as Hermione bobbed up and down in his lap. His hands were under Hermione’s ass, holding tight as she worked her way further down his length. He had never imagined that this was what his first time was going to be like, with a girl he had just met screwing his brains out in the middle of a train car.
   “That’s…the…idea,” Hermione half laughed, half panted. She had managed nine inches, but then he was pressing against her cervix and it was impossible to go any further. Instead she started wiggling her hips from side to side as she moved, looking for just the right spot…
   “Ah!” she gasped a moment later, as the head of Harry’s cock pushed up against her g-spot. Her eyes closed tight as she gave herself over to the sensations washing through her, increasing the speed of her thrusts in a half-desperate need for more. Her arm wrapped around Harry’s head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she forced him back to her breast. Her other hand dipped between her legs in search of her clit. It was the perfect trifecta, and her mind was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure.
   Harry groaned as his mouth pressed against her tit. It was all just too much. She was too hot, too wet, too tight, there was too much friction. His entire body began to shake, like a palm tree caught in an earthquake, and he could feel the pressure building at the base of his cock. He tried to warn her, tried to let her know what was coming, but all that came out was a strangled, “’Mione…”
   “Oh, shit!” Hermione felt the pulse of Harry’s climax run up the length of his cock just a moment before he exploded inside of her, pushing out shot after shot of thick, hot cum deep into her cunt. She’d never let a boy do that before, having always insisted on finishing them off either by hand or mouth. She couldn’t believe what she had been missing out on! Her own orgasm struck with lightning speed and force, leaving her momentarily blinded as raw ecstasy lit off every nerve ending.
   It took several minutes for both magi to come down from their post coital high, Hermione slowly sinking down onto Harry’s legs as his cock softened beneath her. It fell sideways when it finally slid free, followed by a small gush of Harry’s cum. The thick white liquid slid down the inside of Hermione’s already sticky thighs, before dropping free to stain the sweat-soaked seat. The mess went ignored by the two teenagers, who were too busy giggling and kissing to notice.

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@MissFairy88: Right now I've planned on mixing and matching several characters, and yes, some of the girls will also be dragons.
@Huntress: Harry and co are 15-16 when they start their first year. Because yeah, writing about 11 year olds is a little on the creepy side.
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Chronicle of Scales: Dragkyn Rising