Hi I'm Iconic Monster and this my first Harry Potter story. The idea for this came from a lot of the same creature parameters as StarLight Massacre's story Rise of the Drackens. Any ideas taken from her story are merely used to further the entertainment of my story and not original. This story will be Hermione/Harry/Draco and a dracken story. It takes place during sixth year and will loosely follow DH with minor changes. The beginning chapters will jump around a bit, highlighting the minor changes then level out after the DH story is finished.
Warnings: this will be a story with a threesome relationship between the three. There will be mentions/minorly graphic sex scenes, male/male sex, violence, creature influences, language, and other warnings to come. I'll post warnings at the beginnings of each chapter.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and any characters and stories replicated from the books are not mine and no profit is being made from this story. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 1 -The Surprising Planned Inheritance
Mister and Mrs. Granger had just sat down for their fifth cup of tea. It was the Easter weekend and their youngest daughter Hermione had come home from school for a very important reason. You see tonight was Hermione's 17th birthday and the Grangers knew it was the night of her inheritance. They were drackens and of their five children Hermione was the youngest and second dracken. This was something Mrs. Granger had known since Hermione's birth and something they had prepared her for.
Just then the clock struck 2 am, the hour Hermione had been born 17 years ago. Mrs. Granger, Jean, put down her cup of tea and nodded to Mister Granger before heading up the stairs and entering their daughters bedroom.
There she lay, seemingly peaceful, until Jean walked closer to the bed and felt the heat rolling off of her in waves. Jean walked up to the bed and sat down next to her daughter where she would keep vigil until her daughter's transformation was complete and she emerged as a submissive darken.
In the early hours of the morning she was still sitting there next to her daughter, her creature attributes out as her dracken mentally screamed because its chick was in pain and there was nothing to be done for it. She ran a hand through Hermione's sweaty hair and pushed it away from her face. She sat through her daughters muscles contracting and expanding, the bones and skin moving and rearranging in disturbing ways and still she sat there, holding her daughter's hand and praying for the transformation to end soon.
The high pitched cooes that her daughter emitted broke her heart. But she would stay strong as she had
for her first born when it had been his turn. Finally the spasms seemed to be coming to an end and Jean reached over and gently rolled her daughter on to her stomach preparing for the final step. No sooner had she gotten her on to her stomach when two large appendages erupted from her back.
Jean smiled in awe at the beautiful scaled wings her daughter possessed. They were gold, like her eyes, and sparkled in the early sun light. Jean smiled at her daughters calm and sleeping form, it was done now her daughter was truly a dracken. She looked to the door as her husband walked in the room with a tray of tea, fruits and raw meat. It also held potions Hermione had made for them to give her to help her recover. They fed her both potions and watched as she began to stir.
Jean cooed at her daughter as her golden eyes finally opened and she glanced around the room. Jean remembered how she felt as a new submissive and how her mother had to assure her of Jean's father's initially frightening dominant presence. In Hermione's older brothers case, Patrick, their father had not been allowed in the room initially until his son was more stable for fear he would have been attacked by a fledgling dominate, confused by the instinct to protect a submissive. But as the daughter, and therefore female, Hermione was going to be submissive. They even had her first gathering, a time when all unmated dominate drackens would go to meet her and she could choose a mate, planed for that summer. They saw no problem with her father being in the room. This was a mistake.
As soon as Hermione saw her father she growled, low and dangerously, before standing on shaky legs in front of her mother, her new wings expanded and claws barred. It was then that Jean noticed the extent of the change that her daughter had undergone.
Strong muscles now adorned her body making her resemble a female boxer. She now stood taller than her previous 5' 4", closer to 5'11". Her wings were much larger than any submissive's ought to have been. All of these combined caused Jean to look at her husband with frightened eyes and say, "oh my god, she's not submissive."
The first thing Hermione noticed when she opened her eyes was that her vision was very different than what it had been before. She could now see so many different colors and variations on seemingly ordinary items around her room. Her hearing was also very different; she could hear cars driving three streets over. However, all of this wonder was short lived as she noticed the presence of two other drackens in the same room as her. The first was stroking her hair and she noticed was a submissive and recognized as her kin. Dismissing this one she immediately returned to the other and her dracken immediately screamed at her to protect the other dracken and defend herself. In a movement faster than she thought herself capable of, she leaped off the bed and in front of the submissive, her wings expanding on their own to protect her kin and intimidate the other. She growled again warning the other to
not get closer. She felt the submissive behind her place her hand on her back and start to coo in relaxing and soothing sounds. It took her a moment but eventually she realized that her kin was speaking to her. With more effort than she thought it would take, she was eventually able to understand what was being said.
" Hermione dear, calm down take a deep breath, that's your father. He's your father. Calm down now it'll be okay."
Trusting the soothing voice she took a deep breath through her nose and immediately smelled that the other dracken was kin as well. Relaxing she pulled her wings in tighter and stood up straight. The male, her father, did the same, his muscles relaxing from when he had prepared to protect his mate, even from their own chick.
He turned to mate, at a loss at what to do now. "what should we do?"
"Take her hunting Patrick. Like you did with Greg. She'll feel the need to soon so take her to the forest. We'll deal with the rest later."
Patrick nodded at his mate and motioned to his over stimulated and dangerous daughter to follow him, "follow me sweetheart."
Hermione looked at her mother and gave a questioning coo. Jean smiled, patting her on the arm and nudging her from the room, "go on now."
She followed her father down the stairs and out into the back garden. She lifted her head to the sun rise, her nostrils flaring as she welcomed all the new, exciting scents. Her head turned with every new sound, a butterfly's wings, a squirrel waking up, leaves falling from the tree next door. Her father came to her, turning her to face him. His own reddish brown wings extended.
"Focus sweetheart. Extend your wings and feel the wind."
It took some time, but the dracken in Hermione was in tune with her instincts and took to the skies with no hesitation. After a short burst of playful exploration of the sky and her new wings on her part, her father directed their flight to the forest fifty miles north of their town.
They flew into the dense forest landing on the springy moss covered ground. Immediately Hermione started sniffing, crouching and stalking any of the animals she sensed. Patrick stayed near her, but not too close letting her hunt and find her first kill.
Later that afternoon when the Sun was high in the sky, Patrick finally got his daughter away from her kill. It had been much to his surprise to land near his daughter and notice her mauling a rather large bear. (author note- I know there are no bears in England but for the sake of the story bare with me) She seemed to have no problem with it, before he could even intervene it was dead and she had been happily consuming it.
They had landed right outside of the cabins that lined the beginning of the forest. Hermione was covered in blood and flying into the city during the broad daylight was not a good idea. Normally the Grangers would have already reserved a cabin, like they did for Hermione's older brother so he could transform and hunt without drawing attention. But since they had thought her to be submissive they hadn't bothered.
Patrick went up to the front office and rented one of the cabins for one night. He then returned to the forest edge and ushered his daughter who was swaying from exhaustion into the cabin he rented. He directed her to the bedroom and she collapsed immediately into a deep sleep.
He sighed wearily as he left the room, never had he or Jean thought Hermione would be a dominate. Female dominates just were so unusual. More rare than even male submissive. Looking back, she always was an independent, strong and hardheaded child. Perhaps there were signs and they'd just missed them. Either way, what was done, was done and he still loved his daughter and honestly he no longer had to worry about her being hurt by some dominate wishing to control her. But at the same time, not many submissive females would want a female dominate. No, she would have a tough enough time in dracken society for her family to waste pity on her now.
New mindset in place, Patrick got his cell phone out and gave his wife a call telling her where they were so she could come join them and bring the car.
When Hermione woke up the first thing she realized was that she was not in her room at home. The next was that she was covered in blood and dirt. It was on her hands, arms, knees and feet. She licked her lips and tasted it there, in her mouth. She got flashes of the past twelve hours but before she could get too worried she could smell her father had been in the room. She got up and saw a pile of her clothes on the bed that smelled of home and her mother.
She went into the bathroom across from the room and jumped into the cozy shower. After scrubbing the blood from her body and hair until she tingled she exited the stall, ready to face her parents and get some answers. This wasn't how her inheritance was meant to go. She was supposed to wake up a submissive dracken then return to Hogwarts like nothing had happened. Obviously, something was different.
She glanced in the mirror and couldn't look away. Was this her? She'd grown taller, taller than she'd ever been, even in high heels. And her muscles. Bloody hell she looked like a female body builder. Not grotesque but ripped. She felt her arms and legs and they were like steel, no fat on them and her stomach, she had a six pack with out even flexing.
Most disheartening was her breasts. Where she used to have reasonably respectable C cup breasts now stood more muscle and pitiful A cups at most. She still looked like a woman, her hips still flared, and waist still trim but she looked so alien to herself it took so long to look away.
Some of the changes were expected though, her eyes glowing gold and amber with snake-like slits, her hair was longer reaching her lower back in soft shiny curls the color a golden streaked brown, the gold scales around her eyes on her cheekbones, around where her wings were on her back, hips, and upper thighs, and the large black talons.
Finally she pulled herself away from the mirror an out of the bathroom. She quickly changed into the sweats and tank top that her mother had brought her. She then went down the hallway into the living room where both of her parents were seated in front of the small fireplace.
"What happened" she said without preamble, crossing her arms and trying to hide her fear.
"Don't you remember" said Jean, shifting in her seat, glancing at Patrick worriedly.
"I remember everything, what I don't understand is why."
"I'm so sorry sweetheart," said Jean. "We didn't know. We thought you would be submissive but apparently you're not."
She stood there for moment taking it all in. "So what does this mean?" she said.
Her mother had tears in her eyes, and when she opened her mouth all that came out was an emotional whimper. Her father put his arm around her mother, "It doesn't mean anything, not really. We'll just cancel your dracken gathering this summer and instead you'll go to the next submissive's gathering as an unmated dominate, like your brother did."
Hermione frowned, "don't treat me like a child Dad. I know what it means, I'll most likely be alone forever. Not many female drackens out there looking for the mutant mate. I'm not like male submissives, I'm like an in-between hybrid of the two. Dominant, but still able to get pregnant. Dominant, but not as physically strong as most of the male dominants. Dominant, but always in conflict with it. I'm not even into girls. I hate other girls besides Ginny and Luna, and even them I wouldn't want to shag. I'm a freak who'll be alone for the rest of her life."
"I wont let you talk that way young lady." Roared her father, getting up from his seat and grabbing her arms, "your mother and I have raised you and your siblings to be strong persevering people and this is the thanks we get? I did not raise you to buckle under the slightest change of plan. We are your parents and have stood by you when you blew up Mr. Hershal's trash cans when you were six, got a letter to go to a school to learn magic, told us all of the fantastic and dangerous adventures you've been on. You will not be alone, even if 'you' choose to be without a mate. Your family will always be there for you."
He then wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close to him. "I love you sweetheart. Nothing can ever change that, and any submissive who doesn't see you for the amazing person you are doesn't deserve you."
Hermione felt tears come to her eyes, "Thank you Daddy."
Then the Grangers hugged and cried, because they knew that nothing was ever as easy as you liked to believe.
Hermione hugged her parents one last time before she gathered her overnight bag and headed towards the fireplace, ready to go back to school. She desperately hoped Harry and Ron had not noticed her disappearance. What with Harry's constant lesions with Dumbledore and Malfoy stalking and Ron's sickening relationship with Lavender. That last still stung, even though Hermione had known she and Ron could never really be together, the loss of ones first crush was always heart breaking.
Hermione took another glance in the mirror by the mantle and was happy to note her potion was working. It was a variation of a concealment charm that she found in one of her ancestors dairies. Yes, she had magical ancestors. Her family was descended from muddled lines of many different magical families, but her parents and their parents had been born with no magic, aside from their dracken inheritance. She supposed that made them squibs technically, but they lived firmly in the muggle world even though two of Hermione's older siblings were wizards as well.
The potion was actually quite brilliant. It took the attributes she gained and hid them, then slowly over the next six months she would start to gain more and more of her new physical appearance at a normal rate, until it merely seemed she had had a growth spurt and taken to working out. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than having to try and explain the change to her classmates or always remember to cast a concealment charm.
It had taken her hours to find and make the potion. This was not something she planned for, she had resigned herself to the fact that she would be a submissive, she hadn't liked it, but she'd known since she was a child and for something she'd always expected to not happen, bothered her. She'd had a plan and expectations that would never come true. She felt lost and near a breakdown, but her parents didn't need to know, they were already punishing themselves enough as it was.
She nodded at the familiarity of her old image in the mirror, pushing her stress and worry down before grabbing some flu powder from the small baggy in her satchel. "Bye Mum, bye Dad."
"Bye love, see you at the end of term. We love you."
She waved, then stepped into the green fire stating, "Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall's office."
She felt the ground lurch underneath her and she whooshed past other grates, spinning and chocking on the ash. Finally, she stumbled out of the unadorned and simplistic mantle in her head of house's office. She barely managed to not fall as she appeared, her new found balance her saving grace.
"Hello Ms. Granger, how was your trip? I hope your father is feeling better."
Hermione turned to Professor McGonagall and offered a shaky smile, "it was fine professor, and I believe he's doing much better. The doctors are optimistic he'll recover soon."
"That is wonderful my dear, I believe dinner is still being served if you'd like to join the other students." She nodded her head slightly, I think I'll just head bed professor, thank you though."
"As you wish my dear. Good evening."
Hermione left the office, slowly making her way through the halls and up to the Gryffindor tower. She opened the portrait door and found a partially empty room, only a few underclassmen were scattered around. She made her way up to her dorm room, depositing her satchel and grabbing her notebook and an ancestor's dairy. She made her way back downstairs and found an armchair by the fire to hole up and take notes.
Hours later she glanced up to find the common room stuffed with her housemates, Harry and Ron included. No one seemed surprised to see her or curious about her whereabouts this weekend. It seemed her plan had worked. She smiled grimly before returning back to her book, not sure if she was happy or sad that no one had noticed her absence. Against her better judgment, her eyes began to water, a single tear falling onto her book followed by an onslaught of other deserters, guess it bothered her. She quickly wiped her eyes before standing and rushing out of the common room, heading toward the astronomy tower.
She headed up the stairs as quickly as possible, tears falling and sobs barely being held back. She knew it was silly and defiantly not something to cry about, but the fact that no one missed her, no one noticed her absence all weekend hurt more than she thought.
She opened the large wooden door to the top of the tower and finally let a sob out. It was useless to fight the tears. Between her inheritance mishap and the lack of sleep and now her friends acting exactly how she expected them to, she was mentally frazzled and in need of a good cry.
She let it all out, her frustration, fear, anger. It poured out of her and she let it engulf her, finally feeling what she'd been feeling for days. After a while it stopped hurting and the sobs slowed and disappeared. All she was left with was a sense of numbness and stark acceptance.
She stood up, only vaguely remembering collapsing earlier, and walked to the stone railing of the tower. She leaned on the rail, crossing her arms on top and resting her chin on them. She stood staring at the stars for awhile, letting her breathing calm and eyes dry.
She closed her eyes to cold wind as it whipped across her face. The roar of the wind almost blocked out the creaking of the door behind her, but her new hearing amplified the old hinges whine as the door opened bringing a familiar scent with it.
She turned around to see Harry standing there, a concerned look on his face.
"Hey Hermione, are you ok?"
She smiled slightly at the earnest look on his face as his hair became even more disheveled in the wind. It was funny, but at her true height she'd be taller than him. That thought caused her to sob again, new tears flowing down her cold checks.
"I…I'm fine…sniff… just feeling…sick. Yea….just a little sick." She mumbled, hoping he wouldn't notice her tears. She wiped a hand over her nose and mopped as many tears as possible in passing.
Harry frowned at her, his glasses fogging in the cold, "well if you are feeling sick, you should come inside." He walked towards her, reaching a hand out to her, "please Mione? Let's go inside."
She stared at his hand before nodding and excepting his help, letting him lead her inside. They both sighed in relief when the door was finally shut and the warmth of the castle seeped into their bones. Harry took his glasses off and cleared the glass on his shirt tail, sitting on the top step pulling her down next to him.
"Are you sure you're ok Hermione?"
She sniffed again, before sinking onto the stair next to him.
"I'll be fine Harry, I just have a lot to deal with right now."
Harry put his arm around her, pulling her close to his side. Her Dracken was both comforted and insulted by the motion. Her head rested on his shoulder and she felt the rumble of his voice in his chest as he spoke, "Forget Ron, he's a twit and if he doesn't realize it soon, I'll sick Ginny on him. And she knows some pretty nasty hexes, do you remember Doris Finley?"
Hermione giggled wetly at the image of the petite Weasley cursing her brother to develop pink glittery skin and a unstoppable desire to twirl like the Finley girl. After a moment Harry laughed too, and they both fell into a fit of laughter, not being able to stop until Mrs. Noris caught them fifteen minutes later. Their laughter echoed down the corridor as they ran back to the common room, troubles momentarily forgotten.
He was dead, he was actually dead. Nothing could prepare her for this as she, Ron, and Harry all sat huddled on the Gryffindor common room couch, staring into a dying fire. No one said a word as they simply sat and waited for the sun to rise on the day of Albus Dumbledore's, the greatest wizard of the modern era, former Headmaster of Hogwarts, and leader of the Order of Phoenix, Funeral.
Hermione for once didn't know what to say. She had no idea what was going to happen now. No place felt safe anymore, not even Hogwarts. She glanced over at Harry, he hadn't said a word in days, not really. He had been there though and she couldn't even imagine what he was going through. She subtly took hold of his hand, causing him to jerk up and stare at her blankly, then down at their hands. She smiled weakly at him and they all just sat there, silently comforting each other. And when the sun rose, they walked together to the ceremony and sat together again until it was over and a new determination fell over their group.
Hermione watched passively as Harry broke it off with Ginny, she turned and saw Ron do the same with Lavender. Then they both came back to her side and they stood together.
"It's all changed now, hasn't it?" asked Hermione softly.
"It has", said Harry. "There's no going back now, this has to end, I'm tired of just letting people die. It's time to fight."
"Then you might as well count me in mate." Said Ron, sounded far more serious than Hermione had ever heard him before.
"Ron, it's going to be…"
"If you say it's going to be too dangerous for us Harry Potter, I'll curse you here and now. We're coming with you, it never was a question for us." Said Hermione with a glare.
Harry gave her a weary smile, "Alright then. The three of us versus Voldemort and all his Death Eaters. This should be a piece of cake."
"You forget, we have the weapon he knows not, we have each other." Said Hermione, taking one of each of their arms in her own. "We'll win, I just know we will."
"Mum, Dad, I'm going. You can't stop me, so stop trying." Hermione practically yelled. Her dracken was close to the surface, straining to come out and fight for it's freedom. Ever since she'd gotten home from her sixth year her parents had been smothering her, not letting her go into town alone, fly alone, and now go to the Burrow to collect Harry from the Dursley's. she was pacing in the living room her Dracken screaming to go and protect her friends, her family. They were in danger with her still here how could they not see that? The Death Eaters would find her she knew it, her siblings knew it, only her parents didn't seem to understand.
It was a tired argument and she wished that her siblings would hurry their arses up and get over here before she cursed their parents. Just then the front door opened and four people walked in. The first was Hermione's only sister, Alisa, who was the second oldest and a practicing pediatrician. She came into the room, noticed Hermione's pained expression and immediately swept their mother out of the room to go make tea.
Next entered Hermione's oldest brother Gregory, thirty six years old and a fire fighter. He glared at Hermione, still upset from their latest fight. It seemed her being dominant ruffled his feathers and the lost 'big brother' respect really didn't sit well with him. He then went to hug their father and talk to him about the Football game last night and his newest son's recent check up.
Last, the twins entered. They were the closest to Hermione, though being eleven years older than her they were more like babysitters to her growing up than siblings. They were the only other magic users in the family, they had gone to Durmstrang and now lived in Australia studying Minotaur life and culture for the Australian ministry's Protection and Regulation of Magical Creatures Department. They nodded to her as they walked in, the usually jovial twins merely slunk up to her side, their usually immaculate suits rumpled and travel worn.
"We got here as soon as we got your owl," Said the one on her right, probably Dorian.
"International portkeys aren't easy to get you know," said the twin on her left. "This had better be a real emergency, why do I see dad calmly sitting on the couch. And is that tea I smell? What kind of emergency has time for tea?" yup, that one was defiantly Alex, he sure did like to complain.
"Mione, what's going on?" said Dorian.
"I'm going to need your help with something, and I need you to promise to help me before I tell you what it is." Whispered Hermione, staring at her brothers, actually the same height as them for once.
"What the hell? Why would we do that?" said Alex.
"Because it's important, but I'm not sure you'll agree. At least hear me out."
Alex went to say no, but Dorian covered his mouth with his hand nodding at her, "we promise to listen, what's going on love?"
"I need to erase Mum and Dad's memories of me and send them far away from England tonight before the Death Eaters find them and kill them for being my parents."
The twins stared at her in shock, not knowing what to say. Alex seemed to recover first and was about to question her when she barreled on.
"I've got it all planned. You two live in Australia, so I'm going to erase myself from their memories and give them the notion that they want to live closer to you both. I've already found them a house, dental practice to join, and the money to do so. Alisa and Gregory are leaving too. All I need your help with is the incantation. I could do it myself but it will be much safer and faster with your help."
Dorian noticed the seriousness in her eyes, the determined set of her jaw and knew she'd made up her mind. This wasn't her asking for permission, it was her telling them the plan she intended to act on with or without their help.
"How the hell did you get Greg to agree with this crazy plan of yours?" hissed Alex.
Hermione flushed, remembering the near physical fight she'd almost had with her older dominate brother. He had not liked the plan one bit, until Hermione had screamed at him that their parents would die and given him examples of what could be done to them before they died. Not her proudest moment, but successful.
"I reasoned with him, he agrees this is the best way. Australia is a long way away and you two can protect them with magic."
Dorian nodded at her plan, "a good point, but I still don't like this Hermione, you're our sister, we can't just leave you to fight some mad man with two other children. We should be here, preparing to fight with you."
"No", said Hermione. "If anyone on His side found out who you were they'd use you against me. You'll be safer in Australia and if for some reason we fail, you'll be there and not here."
Jean and Alisa walked back into the room and placed the tea on the coffee table. Everyone picked up a cup, but only Jean and Patrick drank. One minute later the two were fast asleep as the potion Hermione had given Alisa to slip into the tea worked its magic on the drackens.
Hermione nodded to Greg and Alisa and they went up the stairs to Hermione's room and their parents room removing all pictures that had her in them.
She turned to the twins, "will you help me? Please," she pleaded.
Alex and Dorian shared a look and together said, "Alright, we'll help you."
And together the three of them violated their parents minds, drawling out and bottling the memories of Hermione. The silvery memories went into a flask that could one day be returned to the Grangers, but for now would be carried in Hermione's never ending bag. It took the three of them an hour, but finally every last memory of Hermione was removed, memories of an imaginary pet dog or neighborhood children filling the holes and a strong desire to move to Australia to be closer to their 'youngest' children implanted.
When they were done Hermione Granger no longer existed in her parents minds and it was time to go. Her parents being drackens, the potion she had used would not last much longer. She leaned over them, kissing their foreheads and hugging them goodbye before wiping her wet eyes.
"We'll take care of them," said Alisa, having come down from removing pictures. "Here, take these with you." She gave Hermione the pictures before hugging her little sister close. "Be safe."
"Thank you" said Hermione wetly.
Gregory came up to her, scowl still in place. "We've got them covered, you just take care of yourself ok? Listen to your instincts and you live, you got me?"
Hermione smiled at him, hugging her usually tough and gruff brother tightly.
Then she turned to the twins, Dorian came up to her first.
"Don't forget, you're the brightest witch of your age. I expect you to prove it." He hugged her tight before stepping back and pushing Alex towards her.
"thank you for helping Alex, it meant a lot."
"Don't thank me," said Alex glaring at her harsher than even Greg. "Just hurry and end this so those memories can go back where they belong." He then shoved past her and out the door before anyone could stop him.
"I'm sorry," said Dorian. "That wasn't right of him, I'll talk to him..,"
"No," said Hermione," what I've done is unforgivable, but it had to be done. I love you all. Goodbye."
With a final look around the house she'd grown up in, Hermione grabbed her expanded bag, stuck out her wand and apperated away, not to return until the final battle was over and Good had prevailed.
A/N So? Good/bad, needs to be deleted, continued. Sorry to dump the neediness on you, but what else is this writing for if not the compliments and critique of complete strangers. So r&r and I hope to get the next chapter up soon if this story is interesting enough.
Any thoughts, suggestions and input are appreciated. I'm posting this as it's written so updates will be sporadic.