It all came in a flash. Time seemed to be frozen for a few
moments. The grains of sand slipped through the hourglass almost in slow
motion. The owl, which was covered in familiar snow white feathers,
screeched and tried to fly out the window. Unfortunately, the window had
blown shut with a sudden chill and gust of wind. Hermione snapped and
roared at the small feathered creature. Hedwig was frantically flying
around the room, just inches out of Hermione's slashing claws. Draco dashed
to get his wand, but he found that he wasn't quick enough. He'd have to use
his bare hands.
How the fuck are you supposed to go head to head with an angry dragon, without magical help as well?! Draco decided to go another way. There was a flash of platinum and a screech. Feathers were strewn all over the room. Hermione had calmed down and was breathing hard. Suddenly, her body gave up and fainted with exhaustion. Draco just barely managed to catch her before her head hit the edge of a very sharp mahogany table. There was a slight breeze from the open window. A letter lay at Draco's feet.
Swift movements were heard in the halls. Draco swept through the corridors of Hogwarts quickly and stealthily. He needed to see Dumbledore. The stone gargoyle seemed to tremble as it let the young man in, whose face was now as grave and stony as it was livid with anger and a quick flash of fear. He had carried Hermione to her room but forgot that there was a password required. Draco, of course, didn't' know the password, although he tried various things such as Gryfindor, Hogwarts: A History, bookworm, and Slytherin Slime. None worked so finally he just gave up. A young brunette was now curled up fast asleep on the silk sheets of the Slytherin Prince.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Draco roared, despite the great wizard that was now sitting before him, adjusting his glasses from the bridge of his nose.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore smiled and his eyes twinkled.
"Didn't you tell the students that they couldn't send letters to myself and Granger??!" Draco asked in an angry tone.
"Of course, each student was informed of the situation. Why do you ask?" Dumbledore wondered.
"Potter just sent a letter to our room! Granger went insane! She nearly killed us both, and then she passed out!" Draco replied with indignation. Dumbledore's eyes darkened.
"Thank you for informing me of this Mr. Malfoy. I shall see that the situation is rectified as soon as possible. I shall have a talk with Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. Yes, and I think an announcement at dinner should be in order tonight. That is all; you can go now Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore ushered Draco out the door. Hermione's eyelids fluttered open. This was the second time this week in which she'd passed out. It was getting a bit old. She jolted up and soaked in her surroundings. Black silk sheets, expensive furniture, silver snakes everywhere. Holy shit! This was Draco's room! Hermione panicked and jumped out of the bed. Too bad her head still hurt. She fell on the floor and hit her head roughly on the edge of the bed.
Draco found Hermione sprawled on the floor of his room; a small trickle of blood was making its way down her forehead. He immediately got his wand and uttered a spell. Hermione opened her eyes and groaned.
"Fuck, I hate this! Why does this keep happening! Why the bloody hell am I in your room Malfoy??" Hermione asked with slight rage. Her upper lip trembled with anger and annoyance. Draco chuckled a bit but then his face returned once more to its hard exterior.
"God Granger, you have to clean up that mouth of yours." Hermione scowled at this last comment. "Potter, being the dense asshole that he is, sent you an owl. You went berserk. I swear Granger; you attacked the animal and me as well as if you had rabies. I wouldn't be surprised if you did." He smirked. Hermione snapped at him and he quickly shut up.
"Is Hedwig alright??" She inquired with concern.
"If you're referring to that mangy flying rat of Potter's, it's fine. Just a few feathers loose. Although, if I hadn't have opened that window, you would've eaten Potter's beloved pet for sure. Maybe I should've left it closed for a few moments longer." Draco said cruelly. Hermione's face whitened at the thought of eating her best friend's house pet.
"Dumbledore said to take you out for a flight twice a week." Draco said when he noticed Hermione fidgeting and looking longingly at the window.
"Yeah I need to stretch my wings." Hermione said and jumped on the window sill.
"Wait, slow down Granger! Let me get my broom." Draco summoned his thunderbird 1200 and gracefully mounted it.
"Oh fuck Granger! What are you doing????!" He screamed as he saw Hermione jump off the ledge of the open window. He darted out and dived down as fast as he could, racing against gravity, but he was not fast enough. Hermione hit the ground at an enormous speed. But to his surprise (and maybe delight.), Hermione landed crouched on the ground, got up, dusted herself off, and waited expectantly for Draco to land as if nothing had happened.
"What the fuck???!" Draco asked in bewilderment. Hermione shrugged and smirked.
"I AM a dragon, remember?" she replied coolly.
"Shit Granger! You disappointed me. I thought we were finally going to be rid of you forever." Draco sneered. Hermione just shrugged off that last comment and warned Draco to stand back. Draco watched in wonder as wings sprouted from Hermione's shoulder blades. Her body lengthened and a tail sprouted from her body. Her face grew and turned into a snout. Scales emerged from her milky white skin and she seemed to take on an iridescent glow. Claws and fangs were the last things to protrude from her new form. Draco stood in awe as there before him was a magnificent creature which shimmered and growled with impatience as if beckoning him to get up into the air. (Similar to this dragon: http://kewlplaces.net/Beasts/Opaleye.htm).
There was a great gust of wind and flapping of golden wings, and Hermione lifted off the ground. She took off with great speed and Draco struggled to keep up. She seemed so at home in the night sky. They flew all night in silence. When it was finally time to go back, Hermione landed softly on the ground and Draco saw her transforming back into the witch known as Hermione Granger. When the last of her wings shriveled up into her skin, Draco glanced once again at Hermione. Her skin still glowed as if it had soaked up the rays of the moon. There she stood before him, pure and wild.
They flew back to the dorm, Hermione riding on Draco's broom, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. It was a silent trip. Thoughts ran through both of their heads as they cut through the night sky. Hermione caught a whiff of Draco's cologne. It smelled spicy and sweet. She breathed in and clutched tighter to the boy in front.
They landed softly on the open window sill. It was still early considering they had no classes to attend anyway. Hermione settled down on the couch with a thick book. The fire crackled and spit at her, but still she sat, lost in her own fictional world. Draco stood at his doorway, watched the petite girl who now lay on the couch, fast asleep. He couldn't get his eyes off her and he didn't know why. *Why the hell am I feeling like this?? She's just a stupid mudblood. The air must've gotten to me. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, right?* Draco struggled with his own thoughts as the fire dimmed and the last embers faded out.
How the fuck are you supposed to go head to head with an angry dragon, without magical help as well?! Draco decided to go another way. There was a flash of platinum and a screech. Feathers were strewn all over the room. Hermione had calmed down and was breathing hard. Suddenly, her body gave up and fainted with exhaustion. Draco just barely managed to catch her before her head hit the edge of a very sharp mahogany table. There was a slight breeze from the open window. A letter lay at Draco's feet.
Swift movements were heard in the halls. Draco swept through the corridors of Hogwarts quickly and stealthily. He needed to see Dumbledore. The stone gargoyle seemed to tremble as it let the young man in, whose face was now as grave and stony as it was livid with anger and a quick flash of fear. He had carried Hermione to her room but forgot that there was a password required. Draco, of course, didn't' know the password, although he tried various things such as Gryfindor, Hogwarts: A History, bookworm, and Slytherin Slime. None worked so finally he just gave up. A young brunette was now curled up fast asleep on the silk sheets of the Slytherin Prince.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Draco roared, despite the great wizard that was now sitting before him, adjusting his glasses from the bridge of his nose.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore smiled and his eyes twinkled.
"Didn't you tell the students that they couldn't send letters to myself and Granger??!" Draco asked in an angry tone.
"Of course, each student was informed of the situation. Why do you ask?" Dumbledore wondered.
"Potter just sent a letter to our room! Granger went insane! She nearly killed us both, and then she passed out!" Draco replied with indignation. Dumbledore's eyes darkened.
"Thank you for informing me of this Mr. Malfoy. I shall see that the situation is rectified as soon as possible. I shall have a talk with Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. Yes, and I think an announcement at dinner should be in order tonight. That is all; you can go now Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore ushered Draco out the door. Hermione's eyelids fluttered open. This was the second time this week in which she'd passed out. It was getting a bit old. She jolted up and soaked in her surroundings. Black silk sheets, expensive furniture, silver snakes everywhere. Holy shit! This was Draco's room! Hermione panicked and jumped out of the bed. Too bad her head still hurt. She fell on the floor and hit her head roughly on the edge of the bed.
Draco found Hermione sprawled on the floor of his room; a small trickle of blood was making its way down her forehead. He immediately got his wand and uttered a spell. Hermione opened her eyes and groaned.
"Fuck, I hate this! Why does this keep happening! Why the bloody hell am I in your room Malfoy??" Hermione asked with slight rage. Her upper lip trembled with anger and annoyance. Draco chuckled a bit but then his face returned once more to its hard exterior.
"God Granger, you have to clean up that mouth of yours." Hermione scowled at this last comment. "Potter, being the dense asshole that he is, sent you an owl. You went berserk. I swear Granger; you attacked the animal and me as well as if you had rabies. I wouldn't be surprised if you did." He smirked. Hermione snapped at him and he quickly shut up.
"Is Hedwig alright??" She inquired with concern.
"If you're referring to that mangy flying rat of Potter's, it's fine. Just a few feathers loose. Although, if I hadn't have opened that window, you would've eaten Potter's beloved pet for sure. Maybe I should've left it closed for a few moments longer." Draco said cruelly. Hermione's face whitened at the thought of eating her best friend's house pet.
"Dumbledore said to take you out for a flight twice a week." Draco said when he noticed Hermione fidgeting and looking longingly at the window.
"Yeah I need to stretch my wings." Hermione said and jumped on the window sill.
"Wait, slow down Granger! Let me get my broom." Draco summoned his thunderbird 1200 and gracefully mounted it.
"Oh fuck Granger! What are you doing????!" He screamed as he saw Hermione jump off the ledge of the open window. He darted out and dived down as fast as he could, racing against gravity, but he was not fast enough. Hermione hit the ground at an enormous speed. But to his surprise (and maybe delight.), Hermione landed crouched on the ground, got up, dusted herself off, and waited expectantly for Draco to land as if nothing had happened.
"What the fuck???!" Draco asked in bewilderment. Hermione shrugged and smirked.
"I AM a dragon, remember?" she replied coolly.
"Shit Granger! You disappointed me. I thought we were finally going to be rid of you forever." Draco sneered. Hermione just shrugged off that last comment and warned Draco to stand back. Draco watched in wonder as wings sprouted from Hermione's shoulder blades. Her body lengthened and a tail sprouted from her body. Her face grew and turned into a snout. Scales emerged from her milky white skin and she seemed to take on an iridescent glow. Claws and fangs were the last things to protrude from her new form. Draco stood in awe as there before him was a magnificent creature which shimmered and growled with impatience as if beckoning him to get up into the air. (Similar to this dragon: http://kewlplaces.net/Beasts/Opaleye.htm).
There was a great gust of wind and flapping of golden wings, and Hermione lifted off the ground. She took off with great speed and Draco struggled to keep up. She seemed so at home in the night sky. They flew all night in silence. When it was finally time to go back, Hermione landed softly on the ground and Draco saw her transforming back into the witch known as Hermione Granger. When the last of her wings shriveled up into her skin, Draco glanced once again at Hermione. Her skin still glowed as if it had soaked up the rays of the moon. There she stood before him, pure and wild.
They flew back to the dorm, Hermione riding on Draco's broom, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. It was a silent trip. Thoughts ran through both of their heads as they cut through the night sky. Hermione caught a whiff of Draco's cologne. It smelled spicy and sweet. She breathed in and clutched tighter to the boy in front.
They landed softly on the open window sill. It was still early considering they had no classes to attend anyway. Hermione settled down on the couch with a thick book. The fire crackled and spit at her, but still she sat, lost in her own fictional world. Draco stood at his doorway, watched the petite girl who now lay on the couch, fast asleep. He couldn't get his eyes off her and he didn't know why. *Why the hell am I feeling like this?? She's just a stupid mudblood. The air must've gotten to me. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, right?* Draco struggled with his own thoughts as the fire dimmed and the last embers faded out.