Graduation from Hogwarts had finally come, and for Draco he was pacing in the Slytherin Common Room in front of the hearth while his friends watched on with amusement. The Head Boy had graduated second in his class, right behind the Head Girl who had edged him out by half a percentage point. The Draco of two years ago would've ranted, raved and called Hermione Granger all kinds of foul, disgusting names but now?
He couldn't be bothered.
He was just excited to see his wife.
After their bonding at his home, Daenerys had taken him aside and reminded him that whilst they might be bonded, she didn't want to force the physical side of their relationship any further than necessary. When he'd asked why, she'd explained simply that magical contraception didn't work for her.
And was he ready to potentially be a Father at sixteen?
Draco had blushed, mumbled and shuffled his feet in embarrassment but eventually agreed to wait.
Now that he was done with his NEWTS, there would be no more waiting and he was eager to see his love.
She had spent the better part of the past eighteen months with his Father, her guard and two of her dragons—visiting every Magical Ministry across the globe. Her message was clear: That all magic had value and each part of the whole needed to work together to survive.
She'd met some resistance in Bulgaria, Russia and oddly enough the States...where their mindset didn't tend to allow for the idea of a singular ruler.
But Dany had reassured them all, that she wasn't there to rule with an iron fist, but with experience and patience. The fact that she'd lived for so long was a testament to her wisdom. No one who'd spent any amount of time with her walked away not believing in her goodness and her vision for a better world.
Small changes were already being implemented. Muggleborns were being offered a place in their society much sooner and in some cases when their magic expressed. Daenerys didn't understand the rationale of having children flailing aimlessly and Muggle parents left in the dark of understanding and acceptance. Children of all blood were tested for magical aptitude and squibs were give a place in society to help guide the Muggleborns and their families towards transitioning into the Magical World. They taught traditions, explained history and acted as a liaison of sorts so no one felt left behind.
Hogwarts had done away with Muggle Studies and replaced it with a Muggle History class which was taught in conjunction with Magical History. Each year went over a certain period of time and discussed the relevant events that took place in both worlds. It was by far, a better way to learn and Draco had often wondered if he'd had the chance to be taught in such a fashion, if it would've changed his views on blood purity sooner.
He'd seen Daenerys a few times over the past year. Usually when he was home for the holidays. They would spend time with his parents, and then spend time alone.
Their alone time was always the best parts of his time away from Hogwarts.
Lorath had taken to staying in the Forbidden Forest with him while Lyr and Norvos went with their mother. He and his dragon had bonded quite strongly, but Lorath was very particular and wouldn't let anyone but Dany or himself get near him anymore.
Even his wife's guards were barely tolerated.
After the Dark Lord's fall, the remaining Death Eaters were tried and judged fairly. His Aunt Bella, due to her propensity towards insanity was given treatment by a mind healer at Daenerys insistence. When Potter had ranted and raved at how she'd killed his Godfather, Dany had chastised the wizard and reminded him sternly that Sirius hadn't had a fair trial and did he believe it was fair just because of his own prejudices, to condemn another?
Potter had grumbled, as had the Weasleys and Augusta Longbottom but ultimately, their murmurings had died down.
Dolohov, the Lestranges, Mulciber, Rookwood and Jugson had chosen to accept death rather than conform to the new world order and they were burned by Dany's dragon. She seemed reluctant but not surprised they'd chosen the path of death, but to her credit...she never relished in taking life and saw it as a potential lost.
The rest of the Dark Lord's followers had made it their mission to take the Queen's words to heart and had all become loyal servants and of those, Walden McNair and Thorfinn Rowle had been given a special place amongst her guard and ironically he and Thorfinn...who had never been a friend despite being a Slytherin, had grown rather close.
He had become Draco's own personal shadow.
Which he'd been teased about endlessly.
"You okay mate?" Blaise grinned as Draco just scowled at him, adjusting his formal robes for the eleventh time in the past twenty minutes.
"I'm fine."
"Bullshite." Theo laughed. "You look as if you're about crawl out of your skin."
Draco went to smooth down his cravat and then stopped himself with a grimace.
"Fine," he lamented, "I'm not nervous though. I'm just anxious."
"How long has it been?"
Draco sighed, knowing exactly what Theo was asking. "It's been 74 days, six hours and 25 minutes."
"Fucking Salazar," Blaise guffawed, "someone needs to get laid."
"Shut it, mate." Draco growled as he started pacing again.
"We should probably head down for the feast." Theo offered, as he cast another tempus to check the time.
Everyone stood and moved out of the common room and walked through the dungeons until they found themselves nearing the Great Hall.
A few sharp intakes of breath caused Draco to lift his gaze and that was when he saw her.
His face broke out into a wide grin as he sauntered over to his wife, who was talking to the Head Girl and by the look on Granger's face, she seemed to be pleased with whatever Daenerys was saying.
Granger caught his eye and nodded, and when Dany turned around—her expression softened noticeably.
"Hello my love." Draco wrapped a possessive arm around his wife's waist and kissed her temple in greeting.
"Draco." Dany's voice was as cultured as ever, but only he could hear the relief in her tone as she whispered out his name.
"Granger."
"Malfoy."
"I suppose I should offer my congratulations at getting the top spot in our year."
"I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."
Draco smirked and shook his head. His banter with Granger this past year had lacked the utter loathing of their previous years, but it still had the same bite it always had. He didn't care for the swot and likely never would, but he'd learned to respect her intelligence even if he found her self-righteousness a bit much.
"No worries, Granger. I'm tougher than you."
"In your dreams, Malfoy."
"I hate to break it to you swot, but the only person in my dreams is my gorgeous wife. Shouldn't you be finding your boyfriend right about now? Where is Potter anyway?"
Hermione sighed. "He's inside with Remus and the Weasleys."
"I must say, I would've bet good galleons on you and Weasley being together by the end of school."
"Ron?" Hermione shivered in disgust and shook her head. "That was never going to happen."
Draco chuckled, and gave Daenerys a wink. "Well, we will leave you to your family and friends."
Granger nodded and headed inside, leaving Draco alone for the moment with the one person he'd most wanted to see.
"Well, that's progress." Daenerys quipped in amusement.
Draco ignored the barb and pulled Daenerys along with him down the corridor until he found an empty alcove and maneuvered her inside, claiming her lips with his in a bruising kiss.
She didn't hesitate for a second, as she wrapped her hands on his shoulders and opened her mouth to his onslaught.
For a few moments, the two reacquainted themselves and then Draco pulled away with an unhappy groan.
"Not here." He whispered before planting another swift kiss on his wife's lips.
"No, you're right." Dany sighed. "You have a feast and graduation to attend. I am here in an official capacity."
"Oh?" Draco's smirk was now borderline sinful. "Does that mean you're going to officially corrupt me later?"
"Would you approve of such?"
"Most definitely."
Dany ran a hand through her husband's locks and sighed. "Draco, are you truly ready?"
"For a family with you?"
She nodded and he just smiled. "It's not exactly what I would've chosen for myself if you'd asked me two years ago, but love? I can't wait anymore. Not being with you?" He leant down and kissed her neck under her ear in the one place that made her shiver with desire. "Not being able to bury myself inside you?" Another kiss and a small breathy moan for his troubles caused Draco to grin slyly. "Tell me you haven't imagined it too?"
"I have." Her husky voice caused Draco's cock to stand to attention, as he groaned out in pained pleasure.
"Merlin wife!" Draco nipped at her neck one final time as he pulled back and tried to get his body's traitorous reactions to calm. "You're going to be the death of me."
"Don't joke about that." Dany replied pleadingly and Draco shushed her as he silently apologized for his thoughtlessness. Over this past eighteen months, he and Dany had shared many things but none more important than the circumstances of her husband Drogo's death and that of their child...and her subsequent relationship with her nephew...Jon Snow.
Draco didn't understand how someone could claim to love Daenerys and take her life.
It made no sense to him at all.
"Sorry love."
She smoothed his robes down and quirked an eyebrow. "The new moon is next week."
"Okay?" Draco replied, confused at the strange segue.
"It's time to go home, Draco."
"What?"
Dany smiled. "Dragonstone. I want to take you home to Dragonstone."
Draco's eyes widened in shock as he cupped Dany's cheeks. "You're serious?"
"I am." She admitted. "It is only accessible on the new moon, as the stars guide the path to the portal were we can enter. I know I should've asked sooner, but..."
"No..no...it's totally fine. I'm just stunned is all."
"Good stunned?"
"The best kind, love."
They smiled adoringly at each other and Draco sighed in resignation as he pulled his wife out of their hiding place and immediately ran into his Uncle.
"Your Grace...Draco? Don't you both have elsewhere to be?"
"Severus," Daenerys smirked, "How is it that you can make me feel as if I'm twelve again?"
"It's a talent, Your Grace."
Both Daenerys and Draco watched Severus head for the Great Hall, his robes billowing behind him with all the flair of a dungeon bat.
"That wizard is one of a kind."
"That he is." Draco agreed easily as he curled Dany's arm within his and escorted his wife into the Great Hall.
All eyes were on them as they entered and Draco brought Daenerys to her seat next to the Headmaster, pulling her chair out and leaving her with a wink and a kiss on the back of her knuckles. Her responding smile was only for him as he nodded once to Dumbledore and left to take a seat back at the Slytherin table with his friends.
The feast was festive, speeches made by the Headmaster and the Minister for Magic, who had come a bit late to the party.
And soon, it was time to take the boats back across the Black Lake one final time.
When he disembarked on the other side, Daenerys was waiting for him and as he waved goodbye to his friends, all Draco could think about was getting his wife alone, undressed and underneath him.
"Where are we going?" Draco looked around confused and Daenerys led him to a carriage that was waiting.
"I'm hoping you don't mind, but I have a nice, quiet spot set up for us in the Forest. Norvos, Lorath and Lyr are waiting."
"Lead the way, My Queen."
Daenerys did just that and eventually they ended back up at her original encampment where they'd just started to learn of each other back during his sixth year. She led Draco to her tent and removed his outer robes with a pleased expression on her face and Draco watched his wife with his own smirk of satisfaction, not wanting to rush this moment but eager to feel and taste every part of Dany he could.
Over the past year, and in particular last summer—the two of them had spent much time learning about each other and Draco had been amazed that for all of Daenerys experience there were still a few things that he was lucky enough to be the first to introduce her to.
Apparently some men back in the olden times didn't necessarily take to giving as much as they were concerned with receiving.
It was a smug moment for him when he'd first gone down on his wife, her eyes wide with confusion at first and then closed in ecstasy as he brought her to her peak several times in succession. Her stormy eyes, so much like his own had gazed up at him in wonder as he'd licked his lips with relish.
Then she'd kissed him with abandon and the pleased smile she'd had on her face for days afterwards, had two of her three guards giving him rather strange looks.
Grey worm however, had actually cracked—not a smile—but his face had broken out into something as he clapped Draco on the shoulder, causing the other two guards to follow him around for days trying to pry information.
Draco just smirked at them in that infuriating way of his that was wont to do, and enjoyed their joint expressions of confusion.
From Daario especially.
Once he was undressed, he returned the favor—taking his time kissing every part of Daenerys perfect skin that was revealed to him. As he moved from worshipping the front of her to sliding around her back, the evidence of his arousal was prominently aching— pushed against his wife's delectable backside.
As he nipped repeatedly under her ear in that spot that always had her writhing with pleasure, he cupped her breasts and squeezed—causing her to throw her head back on his shoulder, her moans coming out more frequently.
"Draco." Her voice was throaty as she placed her hands over his own and stilled his movements.
"What's wrong love?" His voice laced with concern. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, but I need you to trust me? Can you do that?"
Draco turned her around and cupped his wife's face within his hands, giving her a simple nod.
"You know I trust you."
Her smile was blinding as she took his left hand and led him out of the tent, both of them completely starkers as they made their way into a small glade about two hundreds metres away where a circle of bonfires were lit around the perimeter. There was a blanket on the ground as well as a few smaller fires lit interspersed equidistant in a small circle within the whole.
"What's this?"
"I asked you to trust me and I need you to just go with what you feel. There can be no hesitation between us this night—not if we are to fully bond."
Draco looked around and noticed Norvos, Lorath and Lyr all in the treeline, watching them.
"Jorrāelagon," Draco used the Valyrian word for 'love' only when he and Daenerys were alone together. It was his pet name for her and she had loved it from the first time he'd used it.
Grey worm was helping him learn to speak bits and pieces of High Valyrian.
"You know I trust you as I've never trusted another but I need to understand a bit more, if that's alright."
Dany sighed, but nodded as she led him to the blanketed area and they sat down, her body cocooned between his legs with his arms wrapped protectively around her.
The area was warm, the evening rather balmy for Scotland this time of year.
He could feel Daenerys nerves, and he whispered lovingly to her, "just tell me. I promise it will be okay."
After a few more moments of silence, Dany eventually spoke.
"I told you about Drogo, my husband and our child but I didn't tell you all of it."
"Alright."
Draco waited patiently, as he figured whatever this was about—it had to be important to make Daenerys fret so.
"I was pregnant with Drogo's and mine son. He was the "Zhey vezh fin khal ki," the stallion who mounts the world. Drogo died, but it was how he died that I never shared with you. It wasn't in a great battle, but by poison. When he couldn't be healed, I went to a witch for help—but she required a life sacrifice. I mistakenly thought it to be a horse, but it was my child. I was left barren but before I had her bound to the pyre from which my dragons were born, she gave a final Prophecy."
Draco's breath caught as he asked quietly, "and that was?"
"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child. Then he will return, and not before."
As he sat there listening to his wife, Draco thought about the words spoken so long ago and he had to admit...he wasn't sure what it all meant.
"So explain."
And she did. Daenerys told him what had been revealed to her by the Lord of Light, and how the Prophecy was a portent of Azor Ahai's rebirth as her son.
"So if I'm understanding you, and I think I am"—Draco paused, "this was why you came back now...back to Westros...or what was once known as the Seven Kingdoms."
"Yes," Dany admitted, "the way of rebirth is fire. I am the dragon, but you are too."
At that moment the dragons rumbled and Draco's gaze roved over each one, their large eyes watching him.
Waiting for something.
It was another moment before he finally realized just what Dany was telling him.
"I think I understand."
Her gaze lifted from over her shoulder and she eyed him intently. "And you trust me?"
Draco smiled as he nipped her shoulder. "Implicitly."
Lorath trilled, causing them both to chuckle.
He gently turned her into his embrace and cupped her cheek reverently before lowering his lips to hers.
And then time ceased to have meaning as their bodies took over and before he knew it, his mate was lowering herself, welcoming him inside her warm heat and moving against him as if they'd done this a thousand times.
And he was wrecked.
His whole body quivered in pleasure as he lifted his chest flush with Dany's and their bodies fused as close as two people could get. As he felt his orgasm approach, Draco gripped the back of his wife's head and kissed her fiercely, and at the moment of their mutual release he felt something irrevocably change between them. His eyes were closed, every nerve of his body was on fire as he moaned out his release and when it was done...Draco opened his eyes and saw the beautiful blue-grey of his angel staring back at him.
He was so lost in her gaze he didn't immediately notice that the ground around them was scorched, nor that the blanket that had been underneath them was now burnt to ash.
"Merlin!" He whispered in awe, realizing just what had happened. Their dragons were chuffing, trilling and snorting happily as they laid down surrounding them.
His attention was brought back to Daenerys as she kissed along his neck and he chuckled.
"That was..."
"Perfect." She replied with a contented sigh, as she clung to him.
Then Draco felt his wife's body shaking and he pulled back slightly, shocked—noticing tears streaming down her face.
"Love?"
"I'm fine," her voice trembled slightly, but her eyes were alight with happiness as she considered him, "it's just hard for me to fathom that I've finally reached the other side of my journey."
Draco didn't know what to say to that, so he just kept gently placing soothing kisses on his wife's lips, cheeks, eyes and shoulders...keeping her close as she silently cried in his arms. When he looked up, he noticed that Norvos had moved behind them and had encircled them both within his large wings as he laid his head down on the ground. Lorath and Lyr were in front of them both, enclosing them within a tight circle...the fires long since gone out.
It was a bit before Dany calmed sufficiently so that he could disengage long enough to stand and move them back to their tent cradling her in his arms. The rest of their night was spent making love while the Hogwarts elves left food and drink for them.
By the morning, as the sun moved stealthily over the clearing—Draco awoke to his beautiful Queen snuggled safely within his arms and he pulled her even tighter within his embrace...not wanting a single, solitary sliver of space between them.
Her contented sigh made him smile softly and he couldn't help himself, as he ran his hands gently but insistently all over his wife's body.
"Good morning." Her voice was husky, half-lidded with sleep and Draco couldn't help but feel in that moment, that he was the luckiest fuck ever to grace the universe.
"Yes it is," he drawled deeply, kissing down Daenerys neck, "a very good morning indeed."
"We probably should at some point, contact your parents and let them know of our plans. Do you think they will wish to venture with us?"
Draco guffawed loudly, as he felt Daenerys rolling over within his embrace and then noticed she was eyeing him with amusement.
"Ñuha jorrāelagon," Draco gripped her hips and smiled widely, "you are having a go at me, right? Of course Father is going to be thrilled with the prospect."
"And Narcissa?"
"She will be intrigued, I'm sure."
Daenerys bit her lip in contemplation.
"I was thinking about something."
"And?"
"Well, if we are to stay on Dragonstone and I'd prefer it as would Norvos, Lyr and Lorath for obvious reasons—it might be prudent to see about engaging the services of some of these House Elves."
Draco lifted up his head in his hand as he rolled to his side, gazing down at his wife.
"Just how many elves were you thinking?"
"I don't know exactly. How many elves do you have at the Manor. I'm fairly certain I haven't met them all."
"No, you most certainly haven't." Draco mused pondering the question. "I think we have at least a dozen."
"Well, the keep at Dragonstone is at least eight times the size of Malfoy Manor."
"Excuse me?" Draco sat up in shock. Eight times as large?
"Yes—it was built by my ancestors as an intermediary outpost between Valyria and Westros. It was large enough to hold my forces, nearly 70,000 strong plus three dragons."
"Salazar!" Draco whispered, utterly dumbfounded. "We may need a bit more than a dozen elves love."
"I want to make sure they are willing to serve freely, Draco. I do respect the bonds between House Elves and magical beings but I believe many of your associates take unfair advantage of that bond."
"Now you sound like Granger."
Dany smacked his chest playfully, causing him to grin.
"She is an intelligent woman, Draco. You may not like her more proletariat background, but she has a good mind and a keen eye for fairness and equality."
Draco just gaped down at his wife in dismay. "Merlin! Please don't tell me you're actually going to have that swot working directly with us?"
Sitting up, Daenerys sighed in exasperation at her husband. "I thought you both were getting along better this past year at school. You did have to work with her often, correct?"
"Yes!" Draco lamented. "But that doesn't mean I want to continue to have to work with her now that I'm free of her incessant chattering!"
Dany threw her head back and laughed. "You really don't like her at all?"
"Love, she's annoying!" His voice came out as a petulant whine, causing his wife to smile even wider.
"Sometimes I forget you're only eighteen."
"Versus 1700?"
"Don't start," her lips pursed in mock annoyance, "technically, my body's age is about twenty-four."
Draco just laughed and shook his head, not buying it for a second. "Nice try love."
"Your unconscionable sometimes."
"And yet you love me."
Her sigh was wistful, but she nodded all the same. "I do love you."
"I love you as well." Draco pulled Daenerys into him and kissed her breathless for a bit before he rolled her underneath him and then started to work his way south—down her body, listening to his wife's breathing stutter as he got closer to his preferred destination.
When his tongue moved out to taste Dany's sweetness, her sigh of bliss warmed his heart as did her hands gripping his hair, as she guided his ministrations.
"I've missed this."
Draco's heart burst at the confession, because in truth—he'd missed her too.
More than he'd ever missed anything in his life. The last two months had been utter torture.
"Me too love."
Daenerys gaze locked with his and her eyes were filled with unbridled lust as he continued to bring her to her peak again and again...and again.
If there was such a thing as a perfect moment in time, Draco was fairly certain he was currently living it.
And he thanked the Gods silently over and over again for his good fortune.
