Chapter Seven of The Cuddly Dragon

Later that day, they were all snuggled up in their room with warm mugs of hot cocoa. Hermione was curled up under a fluffy blanket, her head and hands the only things that could be seen, as she turned the pages of her book. Lymekya was in the large opening in the room playing with Houdini, trying to teach him to come to her when she whistled. The parents were sitting at the small table, sipping their cocoa and talking. It had been a long day and everyone was just waiting until they could crawl into bed. But Lymekya was already planning on sneaking out, sleep not crossing her mind one bit.

Quietly Lymekya slipped out of bed, dressed into her robes for the first time, slipped on her shoes, and then tucked her pillows under the blankets to make it look like she was still there. Without a word to her sister, she slipped out the door.

Getting passed the group down stairs was tricky but she managed, knowing how to stay out of anyone's attention.

Once outside she took a deep breath. Even though the air was still thicker out here, it was at least better than being trapped inside. And with so much to explore, how could she waste the time trying to sleep?

With no one really being around, she was able to see the shops better and there were many to see. She walked up and down the streets, choosing shops or other sights so she remembered how to get back. In no time, she found herself in another ally, it was dark and many shops looked unkept, but she still wandered hoping she could stay out of trouble.

But she was Lymekya Granger, and staying out of trouble was nearly impossible for her. When turning a corner, she ran right into someone. And that someone reeked!

She looked up and locked gazes with a creepy man around her father's age, dressed in dark, ragged wizard robes, and a mess of dark hair that was so greasy she would hate to touch it.

"S-sorry sir." she stammered and moved to turn away.

The man grabbed her arm, "Now, now, what's the rush? You could always stay and... Chat." he said with a chuckle that made the hair on the back of her neck rise.

She stayed silent for a moment, not looking at his face again, before jerking quickly, off balancing the man enough so he'd let go. She darted away and ran for nearly ten minutes before slowing, thinking she was safe.

"There's no point in running poppet, I felt the blood coursing through your veins... I know who you are..." a bodiless voice whispers, the sound echoing through the empty street.

Lymekya ran, she ran as fast as her small legs could carry her, the man's voice echoing in her mind kept her running when she wanted to stop from exhaustion. The shops flew by in a blur and the next thing she knew, she was lost. She slowed to a stop, looking around, her panic rising.

"This is so not fair." she whines to herself hanging her head.

"What's not fair?"

She jumps and turns looking for the voices owner, only to spot a boy a little taller than her.

She could only stare, frozen to the spot by her fear.

The boy walks closer and raises a brow, "You're lost, aren't you." he says casually, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"I-I um was... Lost, yeah." she says, not wanting to say she'd been chased by a mad man who said strange things to her. She looks around once more, the tension starting to ease up on her shoulders.

"Why are you over here anyways? You do know it's dangerous." the boy says walking even closer.

She furrowed her brows at his white blonde hair and his silvery eyes, which she caught herself gazing into.

"Your eyes are so pretty." she says without thinking.

"Uh, what?" the boy says taking a step back, looking at her as if she were losing her mind.

"Sorry.." she says blushing slightly, "Bad habit of mine, not thinking before I speak. But they are pretty. Your eyes I mean." she says boldly.

He raises a brow at her but replies, "Alriiight.." before sticking his hands into the pockets of his robes.

"So what are you doing out here by yourself? You're a bit young aren't you?" he asks.

"I'm not that young, I'm 11, going to my first year of Hogwarts soon. I'm just... Short.." she finishes quietly.

"I'd say." he snickers.

She scrunches her nose at his remark, "I make up for it though. Bet I could fight better than you."

"Yeah, I believe it." he mutters with a roll of his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she says upset.

He looks her up and down, "One you're a girl, and two you're short. Anything else I might add? Are you a mudblood too?" he sneers as he taunts her.

"You're so- you're just so mean!" she says and pushes him back a bit before storming off.

Lymekya was sick of people telling her she couldn't do anything, because of her height or her marks in school. She could too do something, and she was going to prove it. Hogwarts was her new chance.

Before Lymekya knew it, she found herself even more lost than before, and her fear kicked back in at every little sound.

She grew more and more frustrated with herself over her fear. She was lost, she just had to sit down and try and think of the shops she could remember. Soon she found a run down fountain that still had some mucky green water inside and sat down at its edge.

"'Kya, you have got to stop doing these things." she mutters to herself as she sticks her finger in a spot of moss covered water.

She sighed, "If only you were working, I'd toss a coin in.." she dug into her pocket and pulled out a knut. "Well I suppose I still could.." she looks into the murky water as she fiddles with the Knut and her thoughts drift to wishes. Maybe to get good marks at this school, or maybe to have friends for once or maybe-

"What are you doing here?"

Lymekya jumps and the Knut falls into the water as she turns to look at the speaker only to see the blonde boy again.

"Guess I'm not very good at getting lost either." she huffs, "You've still found me anyways."

"Well this is my place, no one comes here but me." the boy draws, as of he were the prime minister and this place was his post.

She stays quiet and looks back to the water. She was never very much of a talker and really didn't even know what to say to him anymore.

"Are you ever going to answer my question? What are you doing out here by yourself? It's dangerous you know." the boy says walking up beside her.

She looks up at him, "Well what are you doing out here, you can't be any older than I am." she says looking him up and down discreetly.

"My father is in one of the shops talking to some old bludger. He doesn't care if I'm out here." the boy replies now moving to place a foot on the edge of the fountain, causing his robes to fall open showing a pair of black slacks and formal shoes.

She sighs, "I needed some fresh air, and then- and then I got lost."

"You should pay more attention to your surroundings then, so you remember where you're going." he said smartly, as if he were the only one to ever think of such a thing.

She gapes at him in frustration. "I was! It's my first time here, give me a break! I-"

"Follow me." he says cutting her words off before moving away from the fountain, his hands still in his pockets.

"I- what? I'm not going to follow you!" she snaps.

He shrugs, not even turning to look over his shoulder. "Fine, suit yourself." He calls back over his before disappearing around a corner.

And she was alone again. With nothing but the fountain and her lost wish.

"Silly little girl, tells off her only protection..."

Lymekya instantly turns cold, the voice sending shivers down her spine. She stands and runs to the corner the boy went around and ran down the narrow ally. Luckily she spotted the boy throwing rocks at an empty shop and ran to him, or more into him.


-His P.O.V-

That annoying girl, he was even trying to help for once and she didn't take it; it was her fault, she could stay there for as long as she wanted, like he cared.

He picked up a few rocks as he walked down the ally and started throwing them into the already broken windows of empty shops, listening to them clatter in the buildings.

As he stooped to pick up another rock he heard a sound wondering if the girl finally came to her senses. Not wanting to seem like he was waiting for her, he turned to throw another rock but before he knew what was happening she had plowed into him almost knocking him over.

"Oiy! What are you doing?" he asks irritably as he tries to shrug her off. She clung to him tightly, her arms wrapped around his torso with her face buried into his chest.

"Don't let him get me-" she whimpers, turning her face to the side.

"Don't let who get you? And would you let me go?" He growls now standing stiffly.

"He's scary- he says- he says he knows who I am!"

He sighs and rolls his eyes. This girl is mental. Not sure how to comfort her, he pries her arms from around him and pushes her away, holding onto her shoulders to keep her upright and to keep her from re-clinging.

"Will you just follow me out of here then? I'll take you back to Diagon Alley, as I'm sure that's where you're from."

The girl nods at him and furiously rubs at her eyes.

"He keeps following me. But just his voice.. It's scary.."

"Well come on," he says, still not sure what she was going on about. "We'll be in Diagon in no time."

It was really nearly a thirty minute walk, but he wasn't about to tell her that. He didn't need a hysterical girl on his hands. Well more than she already was anyways.

They were silent for a few minutes before he realized, "Hey, what's your name?" he asks, looking over at her as they walked.

"Lymekya." she said simply, not even looking at him.

"Well my name is Draco, Draco Malfoy." he says smartly, expecting her to know his name and there for respect or fear him because of his status. But she said nothing, only nodded, again without even looking at him.

He frowns, not knowing how to get her to talk to him.

"So why are you out here alone?" He asks.

She looks up at him, her small nose wrinkling at him. "You're out here alone too."

"Psh I'm always on my own, nothing scares me out here." He puffs out his chest a little and sticks his hands in his pockets.

She goes silent again and he huffs, "Why aren't you talking?"

"Do I have to talk?" She asks not even looking at him.

"Yes, unless you want me to ditch you out here." He growls softly.

She huffs, "Fine. What do you want to talk about?"

"Let's start with answering my questions. Why are you out here alone?"

"I like to be outside, and my sister has her nose in a book. She's trying to read all the books for school before we start." She says with a frown. "So here I am.. alone."

"Ah. Do you just have one sister?"

"Yeah, her name is Hermione. At least that I know of. I'm adopted."

"Oh, don't think I know anyone that's adopted. What's it like?" He asks curious to know if she had any more privileges than he had in life life.

"It's not any different than not being adopted. Well for me anyways, since I kinda look like my family. No one really knows."

"Oh, sounds right boring." He says not really knowing what to say.

After that she didn't want to keep talking, so he finally gave up and they finished the path in silence. Once they got to Diagon Alley, he mumbled, "Go through there and you will be in Diagon." he pointed to the walkway. "I wouldn't suggest coming back here."

She looked at the walkway then back to him, never quite meeting his eyes.. "Thanks for the help.." she said softly before walking away.

He watched her leave and shook his head with a sigh before turning on his heel, returning to the pond to wait for his father.

Author's Note

Draco has finally shown himself.

Not much in a chatty mood, so.. hope you liked? :D

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