Sorry it has taken me so long to update! I had five tests/exams this week, so I was a bit shot, but Spring Break has officially started so... WRITING TIME!
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Chapter 2
'Sterlyn' Hermione called, her eyes scanning the small clearing as she searched for the dragon she had had the pleasure of meeting the day before. Of course, the dragon didn't know that Hermione had named him, but Hermione just had a feeling that the magnificent beast would understand. After all, the name fits him very well. Pure, of high quality, refining silver; it all seemed to fit.
She felt the presence of the beast and grinned before turning around, facing the creature with absolutely no fear. How could she fear the soul that stayed with her for hours the day before? He had even nuzzled her shoulder when she started crying. Not that she'd ever admit to crying.
'Like the name?' She asked, keeping her eyes on the creature as she sat on the same fallen tree as she had the day before. She had dubbed in her tree, in their clearing.
A lot can happen in a day. Now that exact area, at least in Hermione's head, belonged to them; the dragon and her.
The dragon snorted and sat at her feet, curling his feet under him and folding his wings tightly to his side. Within moments, the pair were in the exact same position as they had been less than twenty-four hours later, Hermione's fingers slowly tracing the flickering silver scales on Sterlyn's head. When she moved to the base of his neck, and he shuddered, Hermione grinned and kept her antics up.
Within a few minutes, with the steady, calming movements, both Sterlyn and Hermione were visibly relaxed. Hermione's thoughts weren't as pressing either, and she found herself smiling lightly.
It was like a therapy session for both parties involved, and they both loved it.
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'Where were you?'
Harry's voice caught Hermione off guard and she couldn't help but jump a little. She felt like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar as she closed the door of the Entrance Hall.
'I was just out on a walk' She countered, trying to keep her voice as even as possible.
'And you didn't think to inform me?' He hadn't caught the hesitance in her tone.
'I wasn't aware that I had to ask for your permission'
She couldn't help her voice for taking on a slightly harsh tone as she brushed past The Chosen One in an attempt to get to the Gryffindor table. This what she was talking about to Sterlyn; this is what she was sick of.
'You could've been hurt!' Harry exclaimed as he chased after her. He had barely touched her shoulder when she rounded on him, completely forgetting about their very, very public setting.
'I'm a big girl' She sneered condescendingly, and Harry would've continued their argument if he hadn't been interrupted by a sharp laughter. Instead of retorting to Hermione's latest words, he chose to snarl at the body of interruption.
'What do you want Malfoy' He growled, rounding on the smirking, blond pureblood.
'Oh nothing' The Slytherin replied, his laughter still evident in his usually cold voice. 'Just finding this little domestic quite entertaining. Have to say I agree with Granger here.'
As Malfoy scanned Hermione, then gave her a slight wink, Hermione couldn't help but narrow her eyes. What was he playing at? Despite Harry spluttering angrily, Malfoy kept his eyes on Hermione's. It unnerved her, quite a lot honestly, but she'd rather die than let him know that, so she raised her right eyebrow ever so slightly.
'I'm sure' Malfoy started slowly, his eyes deepening to a dark obsidian. Hermione shivered. 'that your little bushy-haired friend here could handle any beast she were to come across, Potter'
Hermione's eyes narrowed a bit more. If she were to make an assumption, she'd say that the blond git knew about her recent trips to the forest, but there simply was no way.
He was just getting on her nerves right?
When he didn't get a response, Malfoy turned to glance at Harry, who was glaring at him with a burning venom. It amused him.
'Well, then, go on. Get back to your meaningless argument' Malfoy sighed, and with a final smirk, he was off. Hermione was frowning and watching his retreating form when Harry cleared his throat.
'What was that all about?'
His voice brought her out of her Slytherin induced trance, and she shook her head, attempting to clear her head.
'I have absolutely no idea' She answered, fighting the violently strong urge to retrain her eyes on the Pureblood.
