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A Dragon's Truth
Charles Weasley woke up to the first rays of light that hit his tent and stretched out the kinks in his back from the long night before. He smiled as he remembered the egg that had hatched early this morning. He scratched the back of his head and stood up.
"Time for some tea before I head off to work." He yawned out as he made his way to the kitchen not bothering with clothes. Something scaly and grey uncurled itself from the pillow next to his bed and followed him out to the kitchen.
Charlie had just put on the teapot when an owl swooped in through the window and landed next to him. "Well, hello there, Felix. What have you brought me this wonderful morning?" Charlie said in a cheerful voice as he fed the owl a treat and took the file from it.
The owl stayed as Charlie began to read the orders from the head of his reserve. He sighed heavily as he grabbed a quill and signed his name at the bottom before handing the files back to the owl, which then flew off.
The scaly animal made an appearance and rubbed its head against Charlie's leg. Charlie responded by reaching down and patting it on the top of its head. "Well, it seems like we are going to have a guest come and stay with us, Twilight."
The small dragon tilted its head in question and nipped at Charlie's hand to indicate it was time for food, causing a chuckle to leave his lips.
"All right, all right." He shook his head as he went to the icebox to grab Twilight's breakfast. "You don't care who comes here as long as you get food and I don't die, do you?"
The dragon jumped up on the table and let out a puff of smoke as its only reply. She thought all of his talking was silly, but he was her guardian. So, she let him ramble on about nonsense.
The teapot began to whistle, and with a wave of his wand, Charlie took it off the fire and tea dropped into the boiling water. He smiled as he saw Twilight wait for her meal patiently. He handed her the plate of raw meat that she craved. After awhile of watching her chomp away, he started to prepare his own meal.
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Draco Malfoy scowled deeply as he followed the dragon trainer through the highlands that he would be spending the better part of the next three years in. He wanted to learn more about dragons and was actually excited to learn about the species he was named after.
However, what he wasn't excited about was the trainer he would be learning under. It was none other than Weasel's elder brother, Charlie Weasley. If his brother was anything to go off of, Draco was not going to get along with the other man. Not even a little bit. In truth, the blonde hadn't even met the man, and he disliked him.
Malfoy grumbled softly to himself as the head dragon trainer came to a stop in front of a plain tent that half blended into its surroundings. "Here you are, Mister Malfoy, the tent of Charlie. He'll take good care of you. He is one of the top tamers here and has been growing in popularity with staff and dragons."
The Slytherin smiled politely to the elderly man and nodded. "Thank you for showing me the way, Mister Amanar."
The man grunted in response as he moved to leave, not even bothering to announce Draco's arrival. This caused the blonde to frown. However, he wasn't going to complain, for it was a new world he was living in now. His family had little to no power, and he was here to change that and finally do what he wants to do with his life. This was his freedom, and he will take what he can get.
Draco moved to the tent's entrance and knocked on the wood panel by the door. "Mr. Weasley?" He called out after there was no answer from the knock. He frowned and tried again. No one answered again.
Taking a deep breath, Draco opened the flap to the tent and tentatively took a step inside only to be attacked by a bundle of dark grey that flew straight into the man's chest causing him to stumble back out of the tent. The bundle began to claw at his chest when a deep baritone voice rang out.
"Twilight!" The voice was firm and a little on the dangerous side. "What did I say about being nice to the guest?" The owner of the voice came out of the tent and looked down at the man that had become the dragon's new scratching post.
Twilight quickly retracted itself from the other man's chest and moved behind Charlie's legs, but it kept its eyes on the blonde, watching his every move in case he was here to steal her guardian away. Charlie chuckled softly and offered his hand to help the boy. "Sorry about that. It'll take awhile for Twilight to warm up to you. She is very particular about her humans."
Draco gapped up at the tanned redhead in shock. First a tiny dragon attacked him, and then he found out that the person he is training under found all of this to be completely normal. Now include the fact that this Weasley was nothing like his brother other than the red hair, and Draco's shocked stated was understandable.
Charlie arced a brow before he reached down and pulled Draco to his feet. "Come on, now. We haven't got all day to stay in a daze."
Just as Charlie began to dust Draco off did the boy gain his bearings once again. "Stop that." He swatted at the redhead's hands as pink tried to stain his cheeks in embarrassment, but he refused to let it happen. "I can take care of this myself. Thank you very much." The blonde shot the other man a glare.
"All right, all right." Charlie held up his hands in surrender and took a step away from the feisty blonde. "You can take care of yourself."
As the blonde hastily tried to clear his robes of any dust as Charlie took him in. Draco was shorter than Charlie by a few inches and not quite as muscular, but he had a good look to him. His features were more regal than rugged. Overall, Charlie thought Malfoy looked delicate with an odd sort of strength to him. It was strange, but the redhead was drawn to that strength, and he wanted to learn more about it.
Unbeknownst to Charlie, Draco had finished dusting himself off and decided to study the Weasley that didn't quite seem like a Weasley. He was more muscular than expected and tanned. His hair was long and pulled back into a half ponytail. Tattoos of dragons could just barely be seen on his wrists. He had a contagious smile and twinkling blue eyes, but there was something off about that smile. That something caused a stirring inside Draco, and he was not sure whether it was a good one or not.
