A/N I don't own Dragon Slippers. More people should write fanfics for that trilogy, because right now, this is the only one.

Book of the update: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling

Chapter 2

"Hello, Creel! Luka, how nice to see you!" said a surprised Shardas.

Luka nodded to the dragon king politely. "Yes, sir. It's nice to see you as well."

"Shardas, what did you want to speak with me about? Or did you just call to say 'hello'?"

The dragon chuckled slightly. "No, I actually was wondering if you would come to visit soon. I haven't seen you since you and Feniul slipped-up and told Niva that Velika and I were here."

I looked down at my feet, suddenly in awe for the cobbler that made my purple slippers. (A/N I know that her magic shoes were blue, and that the ones she got when the shoes were stolen were gold, but she's gotta have more than one pair of shoes, right?)

The dragon king rumbled with laughter. "My dear Creel, it's quite all right. They were going to find out sooner or later, why not then?"

I looked up again at him. "I really am sorry, and I know Feniul is, as well. It was an accident!" I wailed. Luka laughed under his breath and I turned to face him, hands on my hips. "And what about all this is so funny to you?" He held his hands up as if in surrender and backed away, still chuckling. Satisfied, I turned back to the basin. "I'm sorry, but I have about a million orders for gowns to sew, and since it's only me, Marta, Alle, and a few other apprentices, I can't really afford to leave them alone with all that work. I really am sorry, Shardas."

He sighed, making steam rise from the pool. "All right, then. See you sometime, Creel." And with that, the image was gone.

…

Luka suddenly stood up. "It's awfully late. I really must be going."

I tried to hide my disappointment as I stood as well, saying: "All right. Shall I see you tomorrow?"

He smiled. "I hope so."

As he was almost at the door, he turned to me. "Creel," he began.

"Luka." I responded.

He smiled at this. "Creel, I have to say something." Oh no, I thought, he finally realizes that he doesn't want to be near a freckled slip of a seamstress like me. "I've meant to say this for quite some time, now, and I…I…I love you, Creel." He suddenly blurted at the end.

I looked up at him in shock. He loved me? Me? As I stood there, too shocked to do anything else, he seemed to take this as rejection, because his face fell and he sounded disappointed: "OH, well….I've got to get going, like I said. I-" He was cut off as I strode over to him and pressed my lips against his, a blush creeping up my face. "I love you, too."