The cat gives out a few more growls and short meows and I sigh. I kneel infront of my cat. And I speak soflty in my native tounge, "Sorry Firenne! Sorry! What?" I pause and listen to the Fier's response, the soft meowling, Harry wonders what they are talking about. "A boy? Blond? One hundred yards?" I repeat, in portuguese.
Harry's eyes widen as he realizes she was talking to her cat. "Were you just talking to your cat?" he asks.
"Uhhh....yes." I feel my cheeks burn in a blush, I look in Harry's eyes and lean closer, lightly touching him on the chest, I let my fingers play with his collar bone. Harry's pulse beats rapidly. "Is that wrong?"
Harry clears his throat. "Uh, no, actually I am a parlstounge."
"Oh... neat." I snake my hand up the back of Harry's shirt and we both lean closer, touching chest to chest, stomach to stomach. My other hand, the right one, I let play with the hair above his right ear.
Harry shudders and wonders just what has come over them, they have only known each other for less than half an hour...
"Harry, I hope you aren't offended by my behavior." My gaze falls to his mouth, "But I have this feeling, that I cannot shake. I feel like I have known you forever."
"I feel the same way, this is so fast..."
"Harry, Draco Malfoy is approaching." I whisper quickly.
"Malfoy?" just then Harry spots Malfoy, and his two cronies Crabbe, and Goyle behind me, not seeing my face. Malfoy has an evil snicker on his face, I can see because Harry is facing them and I can see the reflection in Harry's glasses.
"Well well well, Potter," Draco says Harry's name in a sneer, "who is this? Ron? I always thought you friendship was a little... close." Malfoy and company sniggers at Harry. "So? I can take both of you on in a duel, Ron is as weak as a girl anyway." Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle laugh hysterically.
I stiffen as Draco speaks and Harry watches my eyes tinge a faint red colour, which rapidly grows to crimson. I feel my hair crackle, and start to lift. Out of the corner of my eye I see my cage's cover lift slightly. Harry's heart thudded and goosebumps prickled all over his body, "Who is this girl?" he wonders, slightly afraid. Suddenly as Draco stops speaking, I smile, my eyes fading to its original gold, I place a hand on Harry's chest to comfort him and then I turn.
"Draco! Lovely to see you too!" I gush in what appears to be sincere happiness and pleasure. Harry feels his heart slow and thud sickenly, but then I turn and wink at him. Harry feels his body warm and he grasps my left hand with his right.
Harry sees the stunned look on Draco Malfoy's face and gets the privilige of grinning. He knew my looks are stunning, and my eyes haunting.
"Y-you l-look remarkably like t---" Draco starts to say.
"Yes." I say quickly, cutting him off. I don't want Harry to know. Draco's eyes widen and he steps forward, bending at the waist.
"I apologise P---." Draco begins stiffly but I interupt him once again by placing a hand on his shoulder, preventing him from completing the bend, which Harry assumes was a bow.
"That's enough Malfoy. State your business, make like a banana and split." I say briskly, placing my hands on my hips, wanting him to leave.
Harry presses a hand to his mouth as he smothers a laugh at Draco's mouth as it hangs open and a dry squeak rasps out.
Draco recovers and says, "Excuse me, your highness!" he said it sarcastically, but it was true, I am part of a royal family, actually, I am the head of it. Well now anyway.
My father was the High-Lord of the dragons, the Kamargradas. The Kamargrada's were the race of fire dragons that could shift their form to human for a length of time, this was also the only dragon that could create other dragons by another way, other than procreation. This race was the most powerful, as well as the most rare. The Kamargrada's were the High-Rulers of the dragons simply beacuse they had great intellegence. My father ruled over all the dragon's but fell in love with a half-portuguese Princess.
My mother's mother was the Queen of Portugal, who had an affair with a married man from England, who, after having a brief affair with my grandmother, felt the remorse and went back to his wife. Ten years after my mother was born, the man and his wife had a baby boy. But even thoguh of her illegitimate exsistance, the title of Princess passed to my mother, whos name was Chau, meaning valuable thing, on her 18th birthday. Later on that month my grandmother died.
On the day of the Princess of Portugal's 19th birthday, she snuck away from the castle to wander in the country-side. It was a hot day in July, and when she approached a deep pond, with a high waterfall, she couldn't help but go for a little swim. She did not bring any extra clothes with her, only some food, so she stripped down to her birthday suit and dived in. She wasn't afraid of anyone seeing her because she was in the middle of the forest, with no one close by. What she was unaware of was a large dragon in the cave behind the waterfall was watching her.
Harry's eyes widen as he realizes she was talking to her cat. "Were you just talking to your cat?" he asks.
"Uhhh....yes." I feel my cheeks burn in a blush, I look in Harry's eyes and lean closer, lightly touching him on the chest, I let my fingers play with his collar bone. Harry's pulse beats rapidly. "Is that wrong?"
Harry clears his throat. "Uh, no, actually I am a parlstounge."
"Oh... neat." I snake my hand up the back of Harry's shirt and we both lean closer, touching chest to chest, stomach to stomach. My other hand, the right one, I let play with the hair above his right ear.
Harry shudders and wonders just what has come over them, they have only known each other for less than half an hour...
"Harry, I hope you aren't offended by my behavior." My gaze falls to his mouth, "But I have this feeling, that I cannot shake. I feel like I have known you forever."
"I feel the same way, this is so fast..."
"Harry, Draco Malfoy is approaching." I whisper quickly.
"Malfoy?" just then Harry spots Malfoy, and his two cronies Crabbe, and Goyle behind me, not seeing my face. Malfoy has an evil snicker on his face, I can see because Harry is facing them and I can see the reflection in Harry's glasses.
"Well well well, Potter," Draco says Harry's name in a sneer, "who is this? Ron? I always thought you friendship was a little... close." Malfoy and company sniggers at Harry. "So? I can take both of you on in a duel, Ron is as weak as a girl anyway." Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle laugh hysterically.
I stiffen as Draco speaks and Harry watches my eyes tinge a faint red colour, which rapidly grows to crimson. I feel my hair crackle, and start to lift. Out of the corner of my eye I see my cage's cover lift slightly. Harry's heart thudded and goosebumps prickled all over his body, "Who is this girl?" he wonders, slightly afraid. Suddenly as Draco stops speaking, I smile, my eyes fading to its original gold, I place a hand on Harry's chest to comfort him and then I turn.
"Draco! Lovely to see you too!" I gush in what appears to be sincere happiness and pleasure. Harry feels his heart slow and thud sickenly, but then I turn and wink at him. Harry feels his body warm and he grasps my left hand with his right.
Harry sees the stunned look on Draco Malfoy's face and gets the privilige of grinning. He knew my looks are stunning, and my eyes haunting.
"Y-you l-look remarkably like t---" Draco starts to say.
"Yes." I say quickly, cutting him off. I don't want Harry to know. Draco's eyes widen and he steps forward, bending at the waist.
"I apologise P---." Draco begins stiffly but I interupt him once again by placing a hand on his shoulder, preventing him from completing the bend, which Harry assumes was a bow.
"That's enough Malfoy. State your business, make like a banana and split." I say briskly, placing my hands on my hips, wanting him to leave.
Harry presses a hand to his mouth as he smothers a laugh at Draco's mouth as it hangs open and a dry squeak rasps out.
Draco recovers and says, "Excuse me, your highness!" he said it sarcastically, but it was true, I am part of a royal family, actually, I am the head of it. Well now anyway.
My father was the High-Lord of the dragons, the Kamargradas. The Kamargrada's were the race of fire dragons that could shift their form to human for a length of time, this was also the only dragon that could create other dragons by another way, other than procreation. This race was the most powerful, as well as the most rare. The Kamargrada's were the High-Rulers of the dragons simply beacuse they had great intellegence. My father ruled over all the dragon's but fell in love with a half-portuguese Princess.
My mother's mother was the Queen of Portugal, who had an affair with a married man from England, who, after having a brief affair with my grandmother, felt the remorse and went back to his wife. Ten years after my mother was born, the man and his wife had a baby boy. But even thoguh of her illegitimate exsistance, the title of Princess passed to my mother, whos name was Chau, meaning valuable thing, on her 18th birthday. Later on that month my grandmother died.
On the day of the Princess of Portugal's 19th birthday, she snuck away from the castle to wander in the country-side. It was a hot day in July, and when she approached a deep pond, with a high waterfall, she couldn't help but go for a little swim. She did not bring any extra clothes with her, only some food, so she stripped down to her birthday suit and dived in. She wasn't afraid of anyone seeing her because she was in the middle of the forest, with no one close by. What she was unaware of was a large dragon in the cave behind the waterfall was watching her.