A/N: I'm really sorry for the late update. I'm done with exams and on vacation right now so you can expect speedy updates. Thank you for sticking with this story for so long :)

Warnings: Mild violence, slash, swearing.

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K Rowling.

Ronald Weasley was a patient man. He was no longer the short tempered teenager who let his fists speak for him. This quality was greatly appreciated in the auror department and he benefitted immensely because of it. But right now, he wanted nothing more than to punch the living daylights out of the lunatic sitting in front of him. They were sitting in Stefan's office and had been left alone at Ron's request.

Nicholae Dragomir, the man Harry gushed about every time he fire-called them, was a raving lunatic. He openly and quite cheerfully admitted to tricking Harry and aiding the kidnapping of Draco Malfoy. Also there was the minor fact that he claimed Draco Malfoy had been turned into a dragon.

Ron felt his patience running thin. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Please enlighten me on how you managed to turn a man into a dragon."

Nico laughed scornfully.

"You're barking up the wrong tree, Auror Weasley. It's Wormwood you're looking for, not me."

"And I suppose you're going to tell me how to find him," said Ron sarcastically.

Nico smiled. "You're frustrated aren't you? You don't make a very good auror, you know. Your emotions are clearly displayed on your face. The ministry's standards have really dropped, but it really does pay to be Harry Potter's friend."

Ron glared at the man but didn't say anything. Nico's smile grew as he continued.

"You want to hit me, I can feel it," said Nico gleefully. "Did you know how hilarious Potter is when he's in love? He followed me around like a lost puppy, pathetic really. The only thing I regret is that I couldn't get him into bed. How many people can brag about the fact that they fucked The Chosen One?"

As soon as he uttered the sentence, Nico felt an intense pain and fell out of the chair. He chuckled and righted himself. He ignored the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and started laughing hysterically.

Ron stared at the insane man in front of him, hand stinging a little. He shook his head in disgust and left the room before he did anything he would regret.

He saw Stefan and Charlie outside talking softly. He cleared his throat to get their attention and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Please restrain him for me; I'll have to take him to London. I don't want to take any risks by restraining him myself; I already punched him in the face. Knock him out if you have to, I give you full freedom. Just don't hurt him, I don't want to explain anymore bruises," he said wearily.

Charlie put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Go talk to Harry, he's probably with Draco. We'll take care of things here. And if anyone asks about the bruises, tell them the dragon did it."

With a tired smile and a grateful nod towards Stefan, Ron set out to find Harry.

"You have to do it someday, so why don't you start today?" coaxed Harry.

Draco just let out a growl and turned away from him. Harry resisted the urge to pull his hair and scream. To say that the dragon was stubborn would be a gross understatement.

To help with Draco's boredom and to check how his wings were healing, Harry decided it was time to start flying exercises. He came into Draco's enclosure that morning with a cheerful disposition and announced that they would finally get to do something fun.

His happy announcement was met with a un-dragon-like snort as Draco settled back into peaceful slumber. Determined to do something productive, Harry started poking Draco with a stick and tried sweet talking him out of the enclosure.

When his arse-kissing failed, Harry resorted to bribery.

"You know, if you attempt a couple of exercises with me right now, I'll take you swimming."

When the dragon didn't seem to understand, Harry explained further.

"Remember the lake on the outskirts of the reservation? Of course you wouldn't, you were injured at that time. But the point is, sometimes we are allowed to take dragons there for a quick swim. So, what do you say, five exercises for an hour in the lake?"

Draco's eyes lit up and he let out a happy roar. Harry laughed and led him out of the enclosure, keeping a hand on him the entire time.

They slowly walked towards the lake, enjoying the wonderful weather. Harry kept up a constant stream of endless babble that seemingly amused Draco.

"You know," said Harry, thoughtfully. "I don't know why we didn't try this before."

He looked at Draco for a minute and continued, "The Lake is rumored to have healing properties, but they're just rumors as far as I know. Maybe it'll help heal your injuries and who knows; maybe it'll even turn you back to your obnoxious self."

Draco growled at that and pushed Harry none-too-gently, snorting when he landed on his bum. Harry chuckled and shook his head, still the same git as before.

Ron walked around the reservation, deep in thought. Why would someone target Harry, he mused. He understood why someone wanted to take revenge on Draco Malfoy, but why Harry Potter?

He reached Draco's enclosure, only to find it empty. Confused, he asked the nearest person if they knew where Harry disappeared. It turned out to be a new trainee who hero-worshipped Harry.

"Hey mate, do you know where Harry ran off to?" asked Ron.

"R-Ron W-Weasley, I-I…h-he, THE LAKE," he squeaked.

"Thanks," said Ron, trying to control his laughter.

The boy squeaked again and fled the scene.

Ron chuckled and began his 15-minute walk to the lake.

Harry glared at the dragon in front of him. The flying exercises had been nothing short of a disaster. When Harry tried to help Draco stretch his wings and keep his balance, he was unceremoniously knocked to the side by the dragon. Once he regained his breath, Harry sat up to see his unruly charge enjoying himself in the lake.

Draco ignored his trainer and focused on the cool water surrounding him. Harry wasn't lying when he said the lake had healing properties. He could feel his wounds closing and felt his strength returning. He observed Harry from the corner of his eyes, who was suddenly joined by Weasley. Draco narrowed his eyes, he never liked Weasley and he wasn't going to start now.

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