The Dragon Tamer And His Dragon
By HPFangirl71
The heat between the dragon tamer and his beloved dragon was insurmountable. He could feel the fire burning like an endless inferno. The magic of this moment made him glad that this dragon was his to tame, and his only. He wanted and needed its powerful urgency which raged against him. It made him feel powerful to control a majestic creature such as this. To be master where no other could…
Yet, he also knew that the dragon had a likewise powerful hold on him. It made him yearn to be with it. He craved its deadly company above all others. He put himself at risk to have its love. He would go to any lengths to capture and tame it. Which made one wonder, who was being tamed and who was the tamer…?
For this dragon was no ordinary dragon. No Welsh Green or Hungarian Horntail even… no, those dragons Charlie had a handle on. They weren't in the least bit dangerous when compared to the dragon he had taken into his bed.
Yes, Draco Malfoy was far superior to those common beasts. He had infused a heated desire within the second eldest of the Weasley clan. He had made him come panting after him, only to be tamed himself in a way he'd never thought possible. The dragon tamer had made his dragon's flame burn brightly within the masterful beast. He had shaped this dragon to his own liking, all the while molding himself into exactly the kind of lover that Draco demanded he be.
No, neither dragon nor dragon tamer were truly being tamed. Likewise… neither had a free will when it came to the other in this strange yet beautiful relationship…