The Dragon Prince and his Flame Princess by tigereyes320
Part 2 of
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling. And the various Presses that release it. Doesn't in any way shape or form belong to me
A/N 1 I have to thank my beta Jenny. This is my first HP fic. I have to tell you now, I have D/G together obviously also Ron/Her. This fic will change POV from someone telling a story in one time, to seeing the scenes in the story in the past. Then back to the time when the story is being told. Parts will be the story. Interludes will be scenes from the story's present time. Interludes will tell you what everyone's been doing since the story.
A/N 2 I have to thank echo for letting me (reluctantly) borrow her pairing of Katie Bell with Percy from Absolutely Spiffing (a great read by the way)
A/N 3 I like constructive feedback. tigereyes320@hotmail.com Pairing will NOT be changed in anyway. So those that do not like my Pairings are under no obligation to read this story.
Afterwards, Draco and Dumbledore were ensconced in Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore sat behind his desk and looked at the pale featured young man in front of him.
"I take it Miss Granger and her friends confronted you regarding your part in last night's tableau?" Dumbledore asked softly.
"Yes they did." Draco answered flatly. "With all due respect sir? How in the hell did they find out about my part in it?"
"Mr. Malfoy, you have to realize something. From the time you gave me your information until her parents walked in, she and her friends had nothing to do with their time but wait and think. All her mind could focus on was that someone was giving her parents a chance to live. Miss Granger and her friends stayed up all night thinking. From what she confided in me, she had noticed your expression of surprise at supper. She put two and two together. Miss Granger is the only one in your class ranked above you. Did you honestly expect her to do any less?" Dumbledore explained patiently.
"I guess not." Draco said with a petulant pout. "They thanked me."
"How very Gryffindor of them. You do realize they consider themselves in your debt. You also have risen up in their estimation. You may go back to bickering and picking on each other, but things will never be quite the same. The fact that they sought you out to thank you is a sign of how much what you did meant to them."
"I know. The littlest weasel, um, Ginny. She asked if I would be all right. I don't understand that. Why should they care what happens to me? Granger's parents are safe."
"It's who they are, they wouldn't want to be the cause of anyone's death."
"I guess not." Draco said sighing heavily.
"May I ask you something Draco?" Dumbledore asked quietly.
"Of course sir."
"With all the things you've said over the years and some of the behavior you've exhibited. Why haven't you taken the Dark Mark? Followed your father and Voldemort?"
Draco sat up and looked Dumbledore in the eye, "Professor, between you, me, and your phoenix, there is no way I'm bowing down and kissing the foot of a wizard who was destroyed by a baby. A wizard, who isn't even able to do his own dirty work, he always has to have someone else do it for him. The reason given to everyone else is, that it's my mother's wish that I not join until I'm through with school. I inherit a substantial inheritance when I graduate. Once I have inherited I can choose to take the Dark Mark. Preferably I'll be married with an heir on the way. As should anything every happen to me the Malfoy line will die out."
"Is this a choice you want to make?"
"Professor, I would like to get married and have a family someday. But I don't want a family like mine. Honestly, I'd rather have Granger's family situation. One that if I thought any part of my family was in danger I'd be up all night worrying. I want my children to be like the Weasley's. I want them able to laugh and show affection for one another without worrying about appearances or whether or not they will create a mess. I want something warm." Draco described longingly.
"Warm, Draco?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Sometimes my life seems cold. I'd like someone who could warm it up." As Draco said this he touched his fingers to his lips. He was remembering a quick kiss that had warmed him from his head down to his toes. "Malfoy's do not need to poach to get a girl,' Draco told himself firmly. 'Malfoy's also do NOT get involved with Weasley's ESPECIALLY those involved with Harry Potter' Draco argued with himself.
"Mr. Malfoy are you still here?"
"Sorry Professor you were saying?"
"Actually you were saying something and then you just stopped talking. Is your father at all suspicious of what you've done?"
"I don't think so, sir."
"Draco, I'm going to ask a favor of you. It's a dangerous one, so you're under no obligation to accept, but I'd like you hear me out. Think it over and give me your decision later."
"Ok."
"What I'd like for you to do is this: if your father ever asks you any other questions about students, I'd like you to let me know. Understand that at no time do I want you putting yourself in any danger. However, any information you pass along can greatly help us. An idea you might want to suggest to your father would be for you and Mr. Weasley to make friends with each other. You could pass on whatever names your father really gives and falsely gives you and you in turn could war you father of any ministry raids on himself and his associates." Dumbledore suggested. "You two would then have a reason to owl each other back and forth without raising anyone's suspicions. Be creative make up your own code so that if the messages were intercepted no one could read them. What do you think Draco?"
"I need to think about this. I need to think about this a lot."
"Of course. I do ask if you decline this, that you consider this conversation a figment of your imagination."
"Certainly sir. I'll let you know my decision soon."
"On your way Mr. Malfoy."
As Draco left Dumbledore's office, he thought about what he should or shouldn't do. 'I don't really want to be the bad guy. . . but I really don't want to be a goody two shoes like Potter either.' Malfoy thought in disgust. The thought that Potter would have to admit that Draco helped him. . .now that he liked. Draco made his decision he would be a 'good' guy. He would spy on his father and Voldemort. Now all Draco needed was make his father think it was his idea to be a double agent so to speak. There had to be a way of making the King think it was all his idea.
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"He's gonna do it! He's gonna do it!" Marissa sang out as she bounced on her father's lap.
"Marissa stop bouncing so hard on me." Draco said giving her a bit of a scowl.
"I sorry Daddy. Did I hurt you?" Marissa asked concerned that she might have actually hurt her beloved Daddy.
"No sweet-pea. You didn't hurt me." Draco leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. He then leaned over to give Shannon one as well. He noticed how heavy Shannon's eyes were and how Marissa and her brothers, Jason and David were rubbing their eyes in valiant attempts to stay awake. "If you guys are getting tired we can always continue this tomorrow night."
All four children vehemently denied any tiredness on their part.
"Finish the story Daddy!" Marissa demanded imperiously.
Draco quirked an eyebrow at her and then looked over at his wife who was trying her best not to laugh out loud.
"Don't look at me." Ginny said wagging her finger at him. "She gets that from you."
"C'mon Daddy finish the story." Shannon asked quietly.
Draco gave a long-suffering sigh, "Ok little bit. I'll finish the story. Now where was I . . . .?"
"The Prince was about to trick the King." Six-year-old Jason piped up with.
"Oh yes. Prince Draco decided to write his father a note. So he went to the library to compose it."
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Draco sat at a table watching the sun slowly fade from the room, parchment waiting in front of him. The letter to his father was almost composed to his satisfaction. As his mind wasn't completely on his work he overheard a conversation from a nearby table.
"Ginny! Come on. We've barely even tried."
"Harry are you telling me you're happy in this so-called relationship of ours. I do love you Harry, and I like spending time with you, but this just feels wrong. I'm not as comfortable around you anymore and if you are really honest you'd admit you aren't comfortable either."
"I'm not comfortable but we're still new at this. I have to admit when I kiss you I feel like I'm kissing my sister."
"So you agree we're better off as friends."
"I don't know Gin, Maybe we're giving up to easily. How about we agree to see other people but we can also still date each other if we find it's what we both want."
"Ok, but I do plan to go out with other guys, Harry. I'll tell you what I'll tell my brothers. I want for us to see each other. But right now we work better as friends. If our feelings change, we'll try going out again. Does that sound fair to you?"
"Ok. I'm gonna go practice on the pitch, tell Ron I'll talk to him later. Bye Ginny."
"I'm gonna stay here and study some more, Talk to you later Harry."
Draco heard the footsteps fading away as they came and went. He bent his head and took up his Quill as he kept up with the letter.
Draco looked up at the sound of someone clearing their throat to get his attention. He saw Ginny looking at him with a wobbly smile and moist, slightly red rimmed, brown eyes.
"Here" Draco said gruffly as he passed her the handkerchief his mother told him a gentleman always carries. "I wouldn't want you to leak all over the place." When she hesitated to take it, he toosed it to her impatiently,"I haven't cursed it, Take it!"
"Thank you Ma-Draco." Ginny took the proffered cloth and blotted her eyes. When she tried to return it he waved it away.
"Keep it. So Weasel you and the Potty decided to see other people." Draco drawled waiting for a reaction of some sort. He wasn't disappointed.
"Why you. . . !" Ginny's head shot up as her brown eyes flashed with emotion.
"Hold it. Before you go telling me where I can stuff my opinion. I only said it to get a rise out of you, which I got by the way." Draco said as he held up a hand and smirked.
Ginny relaxed back into the chair. "Wanted to see what would piss me off huh, Ferret-boy? Wonder what it would take to get a rise out of you? To answer your question or statement. HArry and I have decided to see other people. I have to wonder why you're curious. Thinking about asking me to Hogsmeade?" Ginny asked sarcastically.
"Maybe." Draco said with a quirked eyebrow.
"What!" Ginny sputtered. "Are you insane?"
"I've got an idea. It just happens to be bloody brilliant, if I do say so myself." Draco said preening.
"What kind of Idea?" Ginny asked suspiciously
Draco looked around them to make sure they couldn't be overheard. "What I'm about to tell you can't be repeated, not even to your brothers, or Potter or Granger."
"Oh-kay"
"Dumbledore asked me to join his side. My role would be passing on any names of people my father and his friends show an interest in. He suggested I propose to my father to become friends with your brother and pass on Ministry Information to my father. I actually would be giving him false information and passing on to Dumbledore through your brother the names of people they might be attacking. It just hit me though my father wouldn't go for that scene. However I could propose the idea of seeing you, to seduce the information out of you. That would be a Malfoy enough thing for my father to believe. Do you want play along?"
"Let me get this straight. We would be 'pretending' to go out. We would know it was fake, but everyone else would think it was the real thing."
"For now. Are you saying if I asked you on a real date you'd say 'yes'" Draco asked questioningly.
"I don't know. I might. It would depend on you." Ginny got up out of her chair and walked over and sat on Draco's lap.
"What would it depend on?" Draco asked as he whispered in her ear. He put down the quill as his arms automatically held her close to him.
"How well you kiss." Ginny whispered in his ear.'I can't believe I'm actually throwing down this challenge to him' Ginny thought as her heart pounded in her ears. She was positive he could hear it.
Draco took her face in both his hands and brought her lips so close to his a whisper couldn't have fit through. "Let me just get this straight, I kiss you well and you'll go through with my plan. But it would be for real not just a ruse."
"Yes" Ginny whispered.
"Well, never let it be said that a Malfoy walks away from a challenge." Draco drawled right before he brought her lips down to meet his.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling. And the various Presses that release it. Doesn't in any way shape or form belong to me
A/N 1 I have to thank my beta Jenny. This is my first HP fic. I have to tell you now, I have D/G together obviously also Ron/Her. This fic will change POV from someone telling a story in one time, to seeing the scenes in the story in the past. Then back to the time when the story is being told. Parts will be the story. Interludes will be scenes from the story's present time. Interludes will tell you what everyone's been doing since the story.
A/N 2 I have to thank echo for letting me (reluctantly) borrow her pairing of Katie Bell with Percy from Absolutely Spiffing (a great read by the way)
A/N 3 I like constructive feedback. tigereyes320@hotmail.com Pairing will NOT be changed in anyway. So those that do not like my Pairings are under no obligation to read this story.
Afterwards, Draco and Dumbledore were ensconced in Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore sat behind his desk and looked at the pale featured young man in front of him.
"I take it Miss Granger and her friends confronted you regarding your part in last night's tableau?" Dumbledore asked softly.
"Yes they did." Draco answered flatly. "With all due respect sir? How in the hell did they find out about my part in it?"
"Mr. Malfoy, you have to realize something. From the time you gave me your information until her parents walked in, she and her friends had nothing to do with their time but wait and think. All her mind could focus on was that someone was giving her parents a chance to live. Miss Granger and her friends stayed up all night thinking. From what she confided in me, she had noticed your expression of surprise at supper. She put two and two together. Miss Granger is the only one in your class ranked above you. Did you honestly expect her to do any less?" Dumbledore explained patiently.
"I guess not." Draco said with a petulant pout. "They thanked me."
"How very Gryffindor of them. You do realize they consider themselves in your debt. You also have risen up in their estimation. You may go back to bickering and picking on each other, but things will never be quite the same. The fact that they sought you out to thank you is a sign of how much what you did meant to them."
"I know. The littlest weasel, um, Ginny. She asked if I would be all right. I don't understand that. Why should they care what happens to me? Granger's parents are safe."
"It's who they are, they wouldn't want to be the cause of anyone's death."
"I guess not." Draco said sighing heavily.
"May I ask you something Draco?" Dumbledore asked quietly.
"Of course sir."
"With all the things you've said over the years and some of the behavior you've exhibited. Why haven't you taken the Dark Mark? Followed your father and Voldemort?"
Draco sat up and looked Dumbledore in the eye, "Professor, between you, me, and your phoenix, there is no way I'm bowing down and kissing the foot of a wizard who was destroyed by a baby. A wizard, who isn't even able to do his own dirty work, he always has to have someone else do it for him. The reason given to everyone else is, that it's my mother's wish that I not join until I'm through with school. I inherit a substantial inheritance when I graduate. Once I have inherited I can choose to take the Dark Mark. Preferably I'll be married with an heir on the way. As should anything every happen to me the Malfoy line will die out."
"Is this a choice you want to make?"
"Professor, I would like to get married and have a family someday. But I don't want a family like mine. Honestly, I'd rather have Granger's family situation. One that if I thought any part of my family was in danger I'd be up all night worrying. I want my children to be like the Weasley's. I want them able to laugh and show affection for one another without worrying about appearances or whether or not they will create a mess. I want something warm." Draco described longingly.
"Warm, Draco?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Sometimes my life seems cold. I'd like someone who could warm it up." As Draco said this he touched his fingers to his lips. He was remembering a quick kiss that had warmed him from his head down to his toes. "Malfoy's do not need to poach to get a girl,' Draco told himself firmly. 'Malfoy's also do NOT get involved with Weasley's ESPECIALLY those involved with Harry Potter' Draco argued with himself.
"Mr. Malfoy are you still here?"
"Sorry Professor you were saying?"
"Actually you were saying something and then you just stopped talking. Is your father at all suspicious of what you've done?"
"I don't think so, sir."
"Draco, I'm going to ask a favor of you. It's a dangerous one, so you're under no obligation to accept, but I'd like you hear me out. Think it over and give me your decision later."
"Ok."
"What I'd like for you to do is this: if your father ever asks you any other questions about students, I'd like you to let me know. Understand that at no time do I want you putting yourself in any danger. However, any information you pass along can greatly help us. An idea you might want to suggest to your father would be for you and Mr. Weasley to make friends with each other. You could pass on whatever names your father really gives and falsely gives you and you in turn could war you father of any ministry raids on himself and his associates." Dumbledore suggested. "You two would then have a reason to owl each other back and forth without raising anyone's suspicions. Be creative make up your own code so that if the messages were intercepted no one could read them. What do you think Draco?"
"I need to think about this. I need to think about this a lot."
"Of course. I do ask if you decline this, that you consider this conversation a figment of your imagination."
"Certainly sir. I'll let you know my decision soon."
"On your way Mr. Malfoy."
As Draco left Dumbledore's office, he thought about what he should or shouldn't do. 'I don't really want to be the bad guy. . . but I really don't want to be a goody two shoes like Potter either.' Malfoy thought in disgust. The thought that Potter would have to admit that Draco helped him. . .now that he liked. Draco made his decision he would be a 'good' guy. He would spy on his father and Voldemort. Now all Draco needed was make his father think it was his idea to be a double agent so to speak. There had to be a way of making the King think it was all his idea.
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"He's gonna do it! He's gonna do it!" Marissa sang out as she bounced on her father's lap.
"Marissa stop bouncing so hard on me." Draco said giving her a bit of a scowl.
"I sorry Daddy. Did I hurt you?" Marissa asked concerned that she might have actually hurt her beloved Daddy.
"No sweet-pea. You didn't hurt me." Draco leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. He then leaned over to give Shannon one as well. He noticed how heavy Shannon's eyes were and how Marissa and her brothers, Jason and David were rubbing their eyes in valiant attempts to stay awake. "If you guys are getting tired we can always continue this tomorrow night."
All four children vehemently denied any tiredness on their part.
"Finish the story Daddy!" Marissa demanded imperiously.
Draco quirked an eyebrow at her and then looked over at his wife who was trying her best not to laugh out loud.
"Don't look at me." Ginny said wagging her finger at him. "She gets that from you."
"C'mon Daddy finish the story." Shannon asked quietly.
Draco gave a long-suffering sigh, "Ok little bit. I'll finish the story. Now where was I . . . .?"
"The Prince was about to trick the King." Six-year-old Jason piped up with.
"Oh yes. Prince Draco decided to write his father a note. So he went to the library to compose it."
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Draco sat at a table watching the sun slowly fade from the room, parchment waiting in front of him. The letter to his father was almost composed to his satisfaction. As his mind wasn't completely on his work he overheard a conversation from a nearby table.
"Ginny! Come on. We've barely even tried."
"Harry are you telling me you're happy in this so-called relationship of ours. I do love you Harry, and I like spending time with you, but this just feels wrong. I'm not as comfortable around you anymore and if you are really honest you'd admit you aren't comfortable either."
"I'm not comfortable but we're still new at this. I have to admit when I kiss you I feel like I'm kissing my sister."
"So you agree we're better off as friends."
"I don't know Gin, Maybe we're giving up to easily. How about we agree to see other people but we can also still date each other if we find it's what we both want."
"Ok, but I do plan to go out with other guys, Harry. I'll tell you what I'll tell my brothers. I want for us to see each other. But right now we work better as friends. If our feelings change, we'll try going out again. Does that sound fair to you?"
"Ok. I'm gonna go practice on the pitch, tell Ron I'll talk to him later. Bye Ginny."
"I'm gonna stay here and study some more, Talk to you later Harry."
Draco heard the footsteps fading away as they came and went. He bent his head and took up his Quill as he kept up with the letter.
Draco looked up at the sound of someone clearing their throat to get his attention. He saw Ginny looking at him with a wobbly smile and moist, slightly red rimmed, brown eyes.
"Here" Draco said gruffly as he passed her the handkerchief his mother told him a gentleman always carries. "I wouldn't want you to leak all over the place." When she hesitated to take it, he toosed it to her impatiently,"I haven't cursed it, Take it!"
"Thank you Ma-Draco." Ginny took the proffered cloth and blotted her eyes. When she tried to return it he waved it away.
"Keep it. So Weasel you and the Potty decided to see other people." Draco drawled waiting for a reaction of some sort. He wasn't disappointed.
"Why you. . . !" Ginny's head shot up as her brown eyes flashed with emotion.
"Hold it. Before you go telling me where I can stuff my opinion. I only said it to get a rise out of you, which I got by the way." Draco said as he held up a hand and smirked.
Ginny relaxed back into the chair. "Wanted to see what would piss me off huh, Ferret-boy? Wonder what it would take to get a rise out of you? To answer your question or statement. HArry and I have decided to see other people. I have to wonder why you're curious. Thinking about asking me to Hogsmeade?" Ginny asked sarcastically.
"Maybe." Draco said with a quirked eyebrow.
"What!" Ginny sputtered. "Are you insane?"
"I've got an idea. It just happens to be bloody brilliant, if I do say so myself." Draco said preening.
"What kind of Idea?" Ginny asked suspiciously
Draco looked around them to make sure they couldn't be overheard. "What I'm about to tell you can't be repeated, not even to your brothers, or Potter or Granger."
"Oh-kay"
"Dumbledore asked me to join his side. My role would be passing on any names of people my father and his friends show an interest in. He suggested I propose to my father to become friends with your brother and pass on Ministry Information to my father. I actually would be giving him false information and passing on to Dumbledore through your brother the names of people they might be attacking. It just hit me though my father wouldn't go for that scene. However I could propose the idea of seeing you, to seduce the information out of you. That would be a Malfoy enough thing for my father to believe. Do you want play along?"
"Let me get this straight. We would be 'pretending' to go out. We would know it was fake, but everyone else would think it was the real thing."
"For now. Are you saying if I asked you on a real date you'd say 'yes'" Draco asked questioningly.
"I don't know. I might. It would depend on you." Ginny got up out of her chair and walked over and sat on Draco's lap.
"What would it depend on?" Draco asked as he whispered in her ear. He put down the quill as his arms automatically held her close to him.
"How well you kiss." Ginny whispered in his ear.'I can't believe I'm actually throwing down this challenge to him' Ginny thought as her heart pounded in her ears. She was positive he could hear it.
Draco took her face in both his hands and brought her lips so close to his a whisper couldn't have fit through. "Let me just get this straight, I kiss you well and you'll go through with my plan. But it would be for real not just a ruse."
"Yes" Ginny whispered.
"Well, never let it be said that a Malfoy walks away from a challenge." Draco drawled right before he brought her lips down to meet his.