Dancing With Dragons Chapter 4
A/N: Yay! Ron and Brylie are finally back together. I love this pairing. It gives me those warm and fuzzy feelings, ya know? This should be a pretty happy story I think. Give or take a bit of drama and angst here and there. Anywho, let's continue.-MoonlitShadow
It had been two days since Brylie had arrived back at the Burrow and almost every bit of those two days she had spent by her mate's side caring for him as he continued to transform from human to veela.
Molly had been very helpful on updating her on what had happened over the years that she was gone and she was very
proud of his heroic efforts during the war. Her mate was a strong one, both in his human form and veela from what she
could already tell and it made her beam with pride every time she thought about how it would be when he finally woke up.
Every day she would sit and read beside him, sometimes even reading aloud to him hoping that he could hear her every word.
By the soft cooing sounds that he continued to make, she could tell that he was at least comfortable and happy.
The manic screeching had finally stopped and in its place had come quiet whimpers every now and then.
She always felt wracked with guilt every time he whimpered.
She felt terrible that she couldn't do more for him in his time of need. His friends had continuously sent him letters by owl every day and she knew that they had become worried and fearful for their friend's safety.
She wondered if Molly and Arthur had told them of Ron going through the changing, but then decided that they probably hadn't with seeing the amount of letters they kept sending.
One person in particular was sending him more than enough letters.
A girl named Hermione had even sent him a howler making her cringe at the thought of how loud the girl must be in person.
But still, she could tell that Hermione was definitely worried about Ron, or Ronald as Hermione called him.
She was unsure of their relationship before she had returned and during the war but she was starting to get the feeling that they had been more than just friends.
The thought of another woman moving in on her mate made her growl with fury.
No one else could have him in that way but her.
Friends were one thing.
More than that was another.
She was his fiancé now, or would be as soon as he woke up and claimed her for his own.
Once she was marked, everything would change and their bond would grow with the magical energy that would be created between them.
The need and want for her mate to mark her was strong during these few days that she had lay in bed by his side as he slept unknowing of her presence.
She hoped that he knew of her presence but she never was quite sure.
She had been told by Molly and Arthur that he indeed knew that she was there.
But she doubted slightly that he was even aware of where he was.
The waiting for him to wake was utter madness and she found it hard sometimes to find things to do to help her wait.
When Molly bathed Ron, she often took a stroll in the garden and sat amongst the wild flowers that grew as far as the eye could see.
She would then return to the house at sunset and eat dinner with Molly and Arthur before returning to her room with Ron.
Her original idea of sleeping in Ginny's room was long forgotten now that she had felt the intense emotional connection and need to be with her mate.
She wondered if Ron could somehow feel it too.
He had shown no signs of waking yet and it worried her to no end.
By the time she fell asleep on that second night, she could only hope and pray to the higher powers above that he woke soon enough.
2:00 a.m. The Burrow
Ron blinked and opened his eyes slowly groaning at the sensation of pain that had spread throughout his body.
He let out a hiss when he attempted to move his legs and noticed that with every move the pain lessened.
He yawned and stretched his arms over his head before plopping back down against the pillows.
How long had he been out for?
And what in the world had made him faint like that?
It was then that he smelled it.
The sweet tantalizing smell of leather, fresh morning dew, and a hint of sunflowers.
He slowly turned and realized that he wasn't alone in his bed.
There, lying beside him was a girl around his age with long blonde hair and fiery red streaks that ran throughout her long locks.
Her face was set in a serene sleepy expression as she slept curled into his side and her lithe frame pressed against his own in a sweet embrace.
Mine.
His whole body could feel it.
She was his and his alone.
Mine.
His entire soul cried out for her as he let out a gasp and realized who lay beside him.
Reaching out a hand, tears glimmered in his eyes before cascading down his cheeks as he touched the smooth surface of her rosy cheeks.
"Bry…"
He choked out as a sob escaped his lips.
It was her.
The one he was destined for since before they were even born.
His MATE lay beside him in all her beautiful glory.
He watched as she stirred slightly in her sleep before letting out a little yawn and opening her eyes.
She blinked once, twice, three different times before she widened them and her mouth dropped open in a shocked expression.
"Ron…"
She whimpered as he nodded in confirmation and dipped down to place a sweet kiss on her forehead.
"Welcome home, Bry."
He whispered to her as tears fell from both their eyes.
Brylie leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his lean frame and squeezed tightly as she sobbed.
"I'm here. You're alright now."
He cooed to her in a language that she knew they could only understand.
The language of the veelas.
It was now what they could use to speak to each other now that they were going to be a mated pair.
"MINE."
She growled as he nodded and held her close.
"Yes yours."
He echoed in response making a cooing sound that was so sweet and tender it almost made her cry more.
"I was so worried about you."
She cried as he shushed her and rocked her back and forth in his arms.
"I know. I could feel you. And hear you. I just didn't realize it was you."
He said as she nodded into his chest.
He knew who she was now and he knew he would never forget this moment for as long as they lived.
This was the first time that he had seen her since he had turned and it was all he needed to fall madly in love with her, with a love so deep that no human could ever reach it.
"Please, let me claim you."
He begged as his fangs began to pierce through his gums.
She pulled back for a moment and looked up into the face of her now veela mate who's eyes shined a bright yellow in the darkness and his fangs sparkled in the moonlight.
Large white iridescent wings had sprouted from his back and loomed over them, fluttering in the nightly wind.
She was speechless for a moment, knowing that this was the first time that she was to witness her mate's full veela power.
She met his eyes and saw through their depths the love that was for her and her alone.
She was his and he was hers.
Forever they would be joined.
It was then that she nodded and quickly shed her t shirt that she was wearing so she was just left in her bra and panties.
Ron let out a coo of approval at her state of undress and dipped down to place sweet kisses between the valley of her breasts.
He watched and listened as his mate let out moans of pleasure and his heart soared when he could hear her heart beat beneath her supple breast.
"Darling, please."
He begged as she nodded again and looked up at him with eyes full of longing and innocence.
He let out a growl before smashing his lips onto her own.
His hands roamed all over her body as their lips danced in a fiery dance of passion and need.
He knew that his parents could probably hear the sounds of their reunion but he couldn't find it in himself to care.
His mate was here and she was his.
Finally.
Right when he knew his little mate was going to let out another scream of pleasure, he dipped his head down and met her eyes for a second before plunging his head down onto her shoulder and letting his fangs sink deep within her skin.
She let out a loud cry before it turned into a moan as pleasure washed over them both.
He had claimed her and marked her and now they were destined to be lovers till the very end of time.
He let his fangs linger beneath her skin for a few moments, relishing in the taste of her sweet blood before pulling them from her and wiping away the evidence of his marking.
He watched as she fell limp against the pillows and her skin glistened with the blood that seeped from the deep wound that marred her shoulder.
He let out a coo of concern for a moment wondering if she was alright, but then instinctively bent down and lapped at the wound with his tongue letting it close and the leaving the marking to form and heal on its own.
He watched as the wound glowed a bright yellow before turning a dark gold and forming his initials in her skin.
There for everyone to see was his marking, and he shone with pride as he looked down at it in the moonlight.
He had done it.
He had marked her and claimed her for his own and now the start of their long life together would begin as soon as the morning light came over the horizon.
He sighed happily and let his fangs retract back up into his gums and leaned down to cover her small body with his own and let his wings fold over them in a loving cocoon.
His eyes grew heavy once again with sleep and he let out another soft coo of happiness one last time before sleep overtook him for the second time that night.
