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In the Arms of her Dragon	By : Wolf.Blossom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 101559 -:- 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.
The group of girls walked into their Unforgiveable and Illegal Spells class, giggling about a stupid Harry-Ron story Hermione was telling them. Lavender was having a blast; it was perfect material to use to get over Ron. After she found out that Ron didn't understand the intricacies of a woman's anatomy, she decided she could never look at him without bursting into excessive laughter ever again.
Fay sat down near the back of the room and was promptly followed by Kellah and Parvati. Lavender and Hermione exchanged glances.
"Um," Lavender began, "we're sitting back here?"
Fay nodded. "Yes. Why? Too far for you?"
"Yes." Hermione answered without hesitation. "Butts up, we're moving to the table right up there." she pointed to the second table from the front. Fay frowned.
"But—"
Hermione grinned evilly at her. "If you're going to ask for my help during our examination period, I suggest you give me the opportunity to sit close enough to pay attention."
"Quit bugging your roommates, Granger." Draco's greater-than-thou voice sounded from the doorway. Hermione looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised and amused that he was addressing her directly as opposed to talking to her through their enchanted diaries.
"I do have to learn, Malfoy," she responded, "why don't you pick up some pointers from your Hufflepuff counterpart."
Draco smirked and Hermione's stomach did flip flops. "Oh I will," his voice dropped, "after you introduce me to him."
Fay stood up. "You know what? Let's move to the front—I don't think I can stand another conversation about the Draco Malfoy in Hufflepuff." And with that, she stomped off. Hermione, Kellah, Lavender, and Parvati burst into laughter and even Draco had to chuckle.
As the girls turned to follow Fay, Hermione's eyes caught Draco's and he subtly smirked and winked at her. Rolling her eyes in amusement, Hermione walked off and Draco promptly sat in the seat Fay was in not too long ago. Within seconds, Vincent and Gregory clunked in followed by Pansy, Theodore, Blaise, Adrian, and Tracey. Immediately behind Tracey were Harry, Ron, Luna, and that Hufflepuff boy, Oliver.
"You aren't like the other Puffers." Ron noted and Oliver rolled his eyes.
"The hat made a mistake; I was supposed to be in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor but, you know, a stupid hat knows you better than you know yourself."
Harry nodded. "I can attest to that."
"Unforgiveable and Illegal spells?" Pansy's shrill voice echoed in the dungeon. "Why must we learn that?"
"Quick," Ron turned to her, "name the four Unforgiveable Curses."
Pansy snorted. "Avada Kedavra, Cruciatus, and Imperius."
"And?" Ron raised an eyebrow expectantly and Blaise scowled at him.
"There are only three curses, Weasley."
Everybody in the room had quieted down to turn and watch the interlude. Draco, whose head was buried in his hands, was listening intently. Beneath his fingertips were his two textbooks and journal, the latter beginning to slowly heat up. Sitting up, Draco yawned melodramatically before flipping his journal open and glancing at what Hermione had written to him.
How long do you think before Pansy attacks Ron?
Draco smirked and looked up, catching Hermione's eyes. He mouthed to her 'ten seconds' and immediately after he closed his lips, Pansy lunged at Ron.
"Expelliarmus is not an Unforgiveable Curse, you pathetic excuse of a wizard!"
"Actually, Miss. Parkinson," the familiar rumble of Remus's voice came from the entryway of the classroom, "you will learn in the second unit that the Expelliarmus is, in fact, one of the new secondary curses. But for now I suggest you relinquish your hold on Mr. Weasley's hair and promptly take a seat—actually don't. This class has a seating arrangement as well."
There was collective groaning and Pansy scowled scathingly at Ron who was rubbing his head… that Parkinson had an iron grip.
You're good.
Draco looked at the perfect cursive writing in his journal. Admittedly, Granger had nice handwriting… well, he did too but he wasn't about to compliment his own writing. He could though, he was a Malfoy. Again he locked eyes with her and mouthed 'I know.'
Is there a problem with you writing?
He wanted to laugh so badly. Remus made his way up to the classroom and while everybody was focusing on him, Draco took the opportunity to quickly write back to Hermione: I'm sitting beside Crabbe and Goyle. They're bound to ask what I'm writing.
Hermione responded quickly. Apparently her friends weren't paying enough attention to her to inquire what she was doing. It was either that or they we were used to her concentrating on a book and periodically writing. Tell them you're talking to the most wonderful witch alive and you can only dream of being like her.
Draco snickered. We aren't talking about Moaning Myrtle, Granger.
Wow, Malfoy. Not only are you going for a muggle-born, but you're going for a dead one. I'm sure Grandfather Malfoy is turning in his grave.
Draco was quick to respond. Tossing, turning, and probably hoping that I don't have the capacity to reproduce and pass down the trait that allows me to lust uncontrollably over a crying dead muggle-born girl.
I'm surprised such large words are in your daily vocabulary.
When I'm butting heads with Hermione Granger, I need to expand my horizons.
Glad you find it necessary to "expand your horizons" when speaking with me.
Draco's eyebrows shot up and he lazily glanced up at Hermione. His eyes widened with surprise when she sent him a playful wink before turning her attention to Remus, who was shuffling through some paper. Apparently he was trying to find something.
"Aha, here it is." Remus said more to himself than anybody else. Finally, clearing his throat he drew the attention of the class. "Your professor for the class is a new hire, Headmistress and the committee have found him to be the most excellent of choices to teach you." Remus looked at the doorway. "Enter now, Professor Flint."
Heads turned, a few girls gasped, and Pansy burst into uncontrollable laughter, followed by Tracey. Draco grinned stupidly. Apart from the Slytherins, nobody realized who Professor Flint really was. Hermione's eyes were locked on 'Professor Flint.' He had to be the most attractive professor she had ever seen.
He was tall, about as tall as Draco, with short and spiked brown hair. There was a five o'clock shadow that studded his face and, to complete the 'attractive-bad-boy-Professor' look, he had a small snake earring on his left ear. He could not be older than twenty-one and had to be younger than twenty-five.
Remus had a knowing grin on his face when he saw the girls in the class react the way they did. Of course they didn't recognize Professor Flint—who would recognize him without his severe overbite and protruding jaw. It was a wondrous thing what muggle braces could do. Apparently magic didn't solve all…
"He is a graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and some of you may recognize him, possibly even had class with them." Remus nodded at Professor Flint. "Ready to take the stage, Professor?"
The new Professor of Unforgivable and Illegal spells nodded before taking a stand at the podium. "Hello class." he greeted. His had a coppery voice that reverberated with utter masculinity. Lavender sighed loudly and just about died when 'Professor Flint' winked in her direction. The action caused Pansy to snort loudly and Tracey to stifle her laughter.
Oh yeah, they recognized Professor Flint alright.
"I want to thank Professor Lupin for introducing me. As per instructions given to us by Headmistress, I am also assigning a seating arrangement. Everybody up!"
The class groaned and somebody, a Ravenclaw girl, was heard saying, and here I thought he was hotter than Malfoy.
Draco was amused and Hermione didn't hide her grin. She would bring that up with him when they were having their flying lessons later that night; it was perfect tease-Draco material. The group gathered towards the back of the class as Remus and Professor Flint waved their wands. The tables began shaking before they shot into the air, were surrounded by a puff of purple smoke, and then came back down.
Now, instead of rows, there were tables big enough for only two students.
"Great," Harry groaned loudly. "We told you, the Slytherins and Gryffindors get along now. No need for a seating arrangement!"
"Harry." Remus's tone was curt and stern. Sighing exasperatedly, Harry said nothing and simply glared at the tables. Hermione idly glanced over at Draco who was animatedly chatting with Blaise—something about a jewel encrusted quill.
Professor Flint held out a roll of parchment and began calling out names: "Blaise Zabini and Neville Longbottom."
Neville groaned loudly and Ron gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder. "You'll be fine mate."
"Unnnhh…" Neville grumbled. The two of them stepped forward, shook hands, and picked a table to sit at.
"Pansy Parkinson and Harry Potter."
"Are you fu—"
"Harry Potter!" Remus roared and Harry immediately shut up. Begrudgingly he shook hands with Pansy and they took the table just behind Blaise and Neville.
"Adrian Pucey and Luna Lovegood."
Neither complained but simply shook hands and took the table farthest from where the first four were sitting. The list continued and two by two, the tables were filling up. Finally there was only one table left – the far back one—and two people:
"Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."
"Figures," Draco murmured as he and Hermione were standing beside each other. "We become friends and suddenly we're always seated together."
"Frenemies." Hermione corrected with a sly grin and she was assaulted by a sensual Draco Malfoy grin. Something she had only seen a few times and he only directed them, from what she gathered, to people that seemed special to him.
Well, by the beard of Merlin… I'm special. She thought amusedly, another tease-Draco topic to bring up later that night.
All eyes were on Draco and Hermione as they took a step forward each, shook hands, and then proceeded to walk over to their table. Draco stood off to the side and waited for Hermione to sit down before he took his seat—it was his version of holding her chair out for her since he couldn't actually do it without people raising their eyebrows at him.
"Excellent." Professor Flint beamed. Remus Lupin smiled before taking his leave. As soon as the dungeon door shut, Blaise Zabini stood up.
"Are you serious, mate?!"
Professor Flint began grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Serious about what, Mr Zabini? Do you mind taking your seat?"
Adrian raised his hand and before Professor Flint could call on him, asked: "How'd you fix your face?"
Professor Flint's grin began widening. Hermione, who was thankful that she and Draco had gotten a seat that was behind everybody so nobody was able to see them, leaned towards her tablemate. "What's going on?"
Draco lazily looked over at her. "Don't you recognize him?" He whispered back and Hermione bit her lip.
"Am I supposed to?"
Draco cleared his throat and stood up, not answering Hermione. He looked at the 'Professor' and asked: "Professor Flint, may I conduct a quick experiment to help my classmates recognize who you are?"
If Professor Flint grinned anymore, his face would be stuck in that position perpetually. "Mr. Malfoy, I have no idea what you mean."
Raising his wand, Draco waved it at Professor Flint's direction and superimposed a grotesque overbite onto his face. A plethora of gasps were heard and Hermione managed to squeak out: "Marcus Flint?"
At that precise moment Pansy and Tracey burst into laughter followed by the rest of the Slytherins. The girl from Ravenclaw, who earlier commented about Marcus being hotter than Draco, earlier passed out and a few of the students rushed to her. Luna Lovegood ran out of the room to call Madam Pomfrey.
"Wow, mate," Theo grinned, "not even the first ten minutes and you've sent somebody to the hospital wing."
"Mah… muh… Flint… Mar…cus…" Hermione gaped at the professor and Draco looked up at his old mate and now professor.
"I believe you've rendered Granger speechless."
Ron stood up and pointed a finger at Marcus. "But you failed twice! How in bloody hell did you become a bloody professor?!"
"I suggest you speak to me with respect, Weasley," Marcus said snidely. "My academics are none of your concern."
Ron sat down and crossed his arms. Grumbling, he turned to Blaise and said: "How?!"
Blaise shrugged. "Beats me, Weasel. I'm as surprised as you are to be totally honest."
"Muh… muh… muh…"
Draco nudged Hermione. "Granger, please form coherent words."
"Marcus Flint?!"
"I believe we established that that is his name." Draco was thoroughly enjoying the moment. It was perfect tease-Granger material for later that night… little did he know that she already had a few tease-Malfoy points.
"How?!"
"Well," Draco smirked. "Mr. and Mrs. Flint found out that they were expecting-"
Hermione shot Draco a nasty glare. "I know what process Mr. and Mrs. Flint had to engage in to produce Marcus, but how?!"
"Well when a man loves a woman…"
"Malfoy," Hermione emanated danger, "shut. up."
Marcus tapped his wand on the podium as he'd seen Severus Snape do throughout his years at Hogwarts. "Are we done discussing my birth, name, and grades? We have a lesson to begin."
As the words left his mouth a loud horn sounded indicating the class was done. Marcus scowled and said something along the lines of: "Now I understand why Snape was so disagreeable."
At that precise moment, Madam Pomfrey rushed it followed by Luna.
.xx.
Kellah, Parvati, Lavender, and Fay caught up to Hermione as they left the dungeons. Kellah wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulder and proceeded to tease her. "Muh... muh… muh."
Hermione shoved her off. "Bugger off, Kell."
"You were right though," Parvati directed her statement to Hermione. "If we minus the overbite and the protruding jaw, he is one fine specimen."
Fay raised her eyebrows at Hermione. "You analyzed on whether Marcus Flint would be hot without the massive thing he called a jaw?"
Hermione crossed her arms and harrumphed. "I may be a bookworm but attractive men attract me!"
"I concurred with her too," Kellah admitted. "We both magicked his face and took out the jaw. He looks better than what we conjured up though."
Fay groaned and shook her head. "I swear to Merlin."
"Why does Slytherin get the attractive men," Lavender sighed sadly. "Zabini, Malfoy, Nott…"
"Crabbe and Goyle are not that great looking," Fay said dryly. "Harry, Ron, and Neville look a thousand times better than them."
Hermione shuddered. "I grew up regarding the latter three as brothers. Their names plus hot is not appealing."
"And Ron is off the hot list indefinitely." Lavender inputted. "He's a jerk who can't sustain a crush on a girl for longer than a minute."
Kellah playfully shoved Hermione. "How long before Ron is on the hot list again?"
"Never!" Lavender said vehemently. "He's a… a… a…"
"Weasel?" Kellah offered and Lavender grasped that insult.
"Yes. A weasel!"
Parvati giggled. "For once we agree with the Slytherins."
"After calling three of the most notorious members hot." Hermione added and Kellah murmured a soft amen.
"Why does calling them notorious make them hotter?" Fay murmured. "I'm suddenly imagining Zabini in an Auror outfit. Why is that image so appealing?"
Kellah licked her lips. "I don't know but it's making my mouth water, too."
Hermione groaned and shook her head. "Honestly, you lot. I don't know whether to laugh or walk off pretending I don't know you."
Fay snorted. "Says the girl who analyzed our Unforgiveable and Illegal Spells professor?"
"Shut up, Fay. He wasn't our professor when I analyze him, alright?"
The girls managed five more steps before Padma sprinted through the courtyard, bee-lining for her sister. "Parvati! Parvati! Come here, now!"
Parvati looked apologetically at her friends before jogging after her sister. "What happened?"
Kellah yawned loudly and told her friends that she was going to get some studying done. Fay teased her by asking if she actually studied. Kellah just shot her a dirty look and walked off, wordlessly dragging Lavender with her.
"Wha—I don't want to study!"
"You do now!"
Fay leaned over to Hermione. "I think Kell just saw Ron walk towards the direction of the Library… they're in stalker mode now."
Hermione snorted. "Women."
"I know, right? Listen, I want to go take a shower before going for a jog," Fay and her exercise. She was the only one other than Hermione that kept up with her exercise and healthy eating routine, "see you tonight?"
Hermione nodded. "Definitely."
With nobody left from her group of girlfriends, Hermione decided to head back to the Gryffindor Tower to study and hopefully get in a few words with Draco Malfoy.
.xx.
Muh- muh- muh?
Hermione glared at her journal. She had just made it back to the tower when her diary heated up. Apparently nobody was going to let her live that down.
Shut up, Malfoy.
Draco was sitting on his four-poster bed with his journal propped up on his knees. His friends were playing a round of Spin the Wand and he claimed he had a headache. In actuality he just wanted to write to Granger… and for some reason he was perfectly okay with that.
Excited about our lesson?
Not it the least.
You seem to have so many wonderful comebacks when not in Flint's presence.
Hermione scowled. I swear to Merlin, I will cancel our flying lesson if you continue.
How about we replace the word lesson with date?
Are you begging to take me out, Malfoy?
Now that I know it's possible to shut that pretty little mouth of yours? Yes. I am.
Hermione gawked. He didn't just… he did… wait… what? She stared at the page with her quill sitting beside her. And now that's the second time I've been rendered speechless today. I need to stop doing that, she thought.
As if reading her mind, Draco wrote: Have I shut you up?
Shut up, Malfoy.
That seems to be your favourite thing to say. We should make it your catchphrase, like those superhero things you muggles love so much.
Are you trying to annoy me?
Quite possibly. Is it working?
Very well, actually.
Draco had to smile. Why did he enjoy bantering with her? She was so unlike anybody else. If he tried to playfully argue with anybody else, they'd think he was trying to get into their pants. But not Granger…
Actually, he wasn't even sure if anybody had gotten into her panties. Last time he tried to ask her she got seriously angry at him.
Good, that was my intention.
Malfoy?
Yes, Granger?
Shut up.
Draco cackled. You're losing the talent that makes you the brightest witch of our age. Not only were you rendered speechless twice, but you seem to not know that shut up has many synonyms.
Within two minutes Hermione responded: bottle up, choke, dry up, dummy up, fall silent, gag, hold tongue, hush, keep trap shut, muzzle, pipe down, quiet, quieten, quit chattering , shush, silence, soft-pedal, still, stop talking.
Did you seriously just give me synonyms for shut up?
Yes, I did.
Draco could practically hear her grin. Touché Granger, touché. I'm beginning to like how you think.
I thought you always liked how I thought.
I did, but I would never admit to it.
And you are now?
Yes, because we're friends.
Frenemies, Malfoy.
Tomato, tomato.
Hermione stared incredulously at what he wrote. That only works when you're speaking aloud.
What if I was?
I didn't hear you.
Maybe you should clean out your ears.
Malfoy!
I know, I know. Shut up.
Actually I was going to say be quiet.
Gaspeth! Granger knows how to use synonyms for 'shut up' in every day conversation.
Shut up, Malfoy.
Draco chuckled out loud.
Wait… did you just write gaspeth?!
Draco twitched. He was hoping she didn't catch that. My family is bred from royalty.
You mean inbred from royalty?
Shut up, Granger.
Should make that your catchphrase as well, Malfoy.
We could have a couple's catchphrase.
We aren't a couple.
We're a couple of smarty pants.
You say gaspeth and smarty pants? Who are you and where is the real Malfoy?
You humour me, Draco wrote smoothly. Why is it that his hand cramped when he took notes in class but he didn't seem to tire of writing to Granger? But for now I must bid you adieu. See you tonight?
Yes, bye Malfoy.
Later, Granger.
Hermione murmured 'Malfoy' and watched the ink disappear. Why did arguing with Draco entertain her so much? She argued with Harry and Ron on a regular basis and it didn't invigorate her the way that arguments with Draco did. Slamming the journal shut, Hermione was just about to get up when she felt the radiation of heat on her retracting hand.
Confused, Hermione opened the journal again.
P.S: I miss you. Bye.
Hermione's heart began racing. "Draco…" She whispered before smiling and shutting the journal again. She wasn't going to make those words disappear anytime soon.
.xx.
Hermione tiptoed through the library; she had gotten permission to 'study' in the restricted section for some 'extra-credit.' She was lucky that she was one of McGonagall's favourites… perks of being a teacher's pet. She made it to the eastern window to see that Draco was flying aimlessly through the air, performing perfect loops.
Pushing the window open, Hermione stuck her head out. "Malfoy!" She called. He stopped midway in executing a loop, looked over at her (while upside down), grinned, waved, and completed his loop before flying over to her.
"Hello Granger, ready for our date?"
"Lesson."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Bringing his broom in close to the window, Draco held out a hand and Hermione took it, allowing him to help her out the library and onto his broom. Afraid of losing her balance, Hermione gripped onto his hand with all her might and brought the other hand up to grab his shoulder. Draco's free hand went around her waist and he decided to haul her onto his broom instead of waiting for her to climb on.
After she was sitting comfortably, with her back against his chest and her hands gripping the broomstick, Draco began guiding his trusty steed, Lightyear the broom, to absolutely nowhere. He had one hand loosely looped around Hermione's waist and the other hand dangling to his side.
"What's lesson one?" Hermione inquired as the broom remained afloat.
"Other than getting the broom to come 'up,' mount it, and kick off?"
Hermione snarled and whirled around to look at him. "Yes, other than; as long as I have you, I won't need to know how to mount and kick off."
Draco smirked playfully and brought his free hand up to flick her nose. Hermione scrunched her face and crossed her eyes to look at her nose. She didn't like the fact she liked it when he did that. It was a strange sensation.
"You have to learn how to connect with your broom, to be able to control it with your mind."
Hermione frowned. "But how?" She had turned around and was looking at the scenario out in front of her. Draco leaned forward and brought his lips to her ear.
"It just happens," he whispered and a shiver ran up her spine. "You don't know how, or when, but you just form this connection that means more to you than anything else in the world."
Hermione dared not turn around. "Kind of like a good… frenemyship?"
Draco lips seemed to get closer to her ear, if possible. "A good friendship." The hand that was around her waist tightened ever so slightly and Hermione hated how she loved how safe she felt. How… complete she felt.
Hesitantly she turned around to look into his stormy grey eyes. When she began talking, she could hardly recognize the own whisper of her voice. "I thought you said we weren't friends until we kissed."
He smirked.
Oh, how beautiful…
"I did say that, didn't I?" His voice was so silky, so velvety. It was completely ethereal and masculine and Hermione was acutely aware of how the hair on the back of her neck hair stood on end and how her heart began pounding against her chest. Because it was beginning to strain her to look at Draco while turning around, Hermione swung one of her legs over the stick of the broom and got comfortable sitting side-saddled beside Draco.
"Lesson number one," he leaned forward ever so slightly. The stars were twinkling brightly in the sky and the moon was faintly aglow. "When forming a friendship with somebody, it is always polite to seal it." Without waiting for a response, Draco dipped forward and caught her lips with his own. Hermione was stunned, her eyes wide and her body rigid.
Draco Malfoy was…
He was…
He was kissing her.
The free hand that was dangling to his side was brought up and curled around the back of Hermione's neck. She felt herself being pushed into him slightly and the arm around her waist tightened. Hermione decided to let her body go with the flow; to not think, and as hard as that was, it was possibly the best decision she ever could have made. Bringing her hands up, she wrapped them around Draco's shoulders and tilted her head up slightly. Immediately the kiss intensified. Draco ran his tongue over her lower lip and Hermione opened up to him. He shifted a bit closer to her and held onto her tighter.
Hermione's nails dug into his shirt and she clenched her fists, crumpling the green shirt he was wearing. The fireworks that surrounded them were magical, something so unreal, even to the two smartest magicians of the century.
The broom lost altitude suddenly and the two of them broke away from each other. Their foreheads, however, remained pressed together and Draco smiled. "Guess I lost my connection with Lightyear."
Hermione licked her lips. "You were too busy connecting with your mentee. You're a great flying instructor."
Draco pecked her lips. "I do have an amicable student."
Hermione only smiled as he connected them into another kiss, this time with more vigor. His hand moved up from her neck to her hair and he grabbed it gently. Into the kiss he whispered: "I've always liked your hair."
"Not too bushy?" She whispered as she had his lower lip caught between her teeth. Despite being trapped, he managed to smirk.
"Never."
In the distance a loud growling was heard. They regretfully stopped kissing and Draco lazily looked towards the Forbidden Forest and clucked his tongue. "I believe that's our call for lights out? Feels like we just got here…"
Hermione nodded, albeit sadly. "It is late now."
"Shall we continue this flying lesson tomorrow?"
"We shall."
Draco rubbed his nose against hers and promptly guided Lightyear back to the eastern window of the Restricted Section of the library. The broom came close to the windowsill and Draco took the opportunity to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Thankfully she was still side-saddled. "Best student I ever had."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "How many students have you had?"
He grinned, wolfishly. "Just you." Leaning forward, Draco kissed her forehead before assisting her off the broom and into the library. "Goodnight, Hermione."
She smiled, knowing that a faint shade of pink tinged her cheeks. Oh, how he made her blush…
"Goodnight, Draco…"
He gave her a sensual wink before speeding off with Lightyear. Hermione stood there, gaping at the window and trying to comprehend what just happened.
I have to be dreaming, she thought, there could be no other explanation.
Draco Malfoy just kissed her.
And it was the best feeling in the world.
.xx.
Edited: August 7, 2016
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In the Arms of her Dragon