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Chapter 4 Dragon

Lyn had her wand magically filing her nails, while she flipped through 'Witch Weekly'

"It is sooo- much better being able to use magic again!" Lyn cried, as her wand fell to a clatter on a table nearby and she studied her nails.

Draco grunted and turned the page of his curses book.

"Why are you reading that Draco? Are you 15 again?" She scorned. Draco threw her a dirty look before engrossing himself back in the book.

"Just thought I'd like to know some decent curses if that Weasley girl comes back," he muttered. Lyn shot him a look of deep curiosity and put down her magazine and heaved herself out of her chair.

"When are you going to employ a new House Elf? I'll put and add in the Daily Prophet…" Lyn asked kindly.

"JUST SHUT UP ABOUT THE BLOODY HOUSE ELF! WHEN I'M READY TO GET A FUCKING HOUSE ELF I'LL GET ONE, OK?" He yelled at her, slamming down his book and jumping out of the armchair he was in.

"Why do you have to get so touchy all the time?" Lyn shouted.

"Because I'm not sure this is what I want to do!" Draco sneered,

"What are you saying Draco…" Lyn's face fell. Her face that was usually full of superiority and ignorance, now slackened and looked like a lost child. Something panged in Draco's chest and he realised he was feeling, for the first time, a totally new emotion: guilt.

And he realised that he loved Lyn more than he'd loved anything in his whole life. Even more than that teddy he had kept most of his childhood years and kept secret from anyone that he ever knew. Apart from Lyn. Even more than his annoying parents, who now had divorced and gone their separate ways. And no one knew they were distantly related to people like the Weasley's. Apart from Lyn. Now he realised he really, really loved Lyn, and he was introduced to a new emotion: love.

"I'm not sure I want to get a House elf so soon," he said without faltering. Lyn's face twitched, he could tell she was trying to work out if she believed him.

Then she walked over and hugged him.

"So you wanna marry me still?" Lyn asked apprehensively.

Draco smirked and kissed her.

"I take that as a yes," Lyn whispered.

"Take it however you want to take it," Draco said, before taking Lyn by the hand and leading her out into the garden. He knew what he wanted to share with her.

"What are we doing?" Lyn asked stupidly as Draco lead her down to the end of the garden, where there were hundreds of trees planted and a small beck running down along the bottom, winding in between the oaks.

He helped Lyn across the stream with the help of a few well-placed stepping-stones. On the other side of the river a huge Weeping Willow was planted, it's branches bent low and the leaves formed a kind of shelter, he pushed the boughs apart and the two went in. With a flick of his wand a picnic basket appeared and music played gently with the breeze. Lyn gasped as a cushion appeared at her feet. She sat down gingerly and opened the picnic basket; it opened to reveal a champagne lunch. Draco sat down opposite Lyn. Charming his way into a girls heart was his speciality.

"This place is amazing," Lyn giggled, taking a sip of her champagne.

Draco nodded curtly and looked around, the leaves caused the light from the sun to break and make odd patterns within the boughs of the tree. Draco got up suddenly and strode over towards the trunk of the tree. He touched a mark scratched roughly into the bark and remembered…

Harry looked at Ginny. She was shaking uncontrollably, and tears leaked from anywhere possible. He attempted to put an arm around her, but realised he wasn't sure where to put it, and if he wanted to touch her.

"Tiffany's your baby?" He asked after a while of awkward silence punctuated with Ginny's helpless sobs.

Ginny endeavoured to speak, realised the only noise she could make was small choking noises, so shook her head; her eyes pleading with Harry to do something that could help.

"Who's Dragon?" Harry asked bluntly.

"No one. I don't know," Ginny sobbed through the tears.

"Why did you say it then?" Harry wasn't caring about anyone's feelings as he asked his questions.

"I…It's something I like to say. I don't know how the father is!" Ginny gushed quickly.

"You're lying," Harry whispered. Ginny moaned and put a hand on Harry's shoulder, he shook it off, "you're lying! You're Lying! YOU'RE LYING!" He yelled hitting his hand hard on a nearby table, causing everything on it to topple off.

Ginny squealed and jumped up.

"No! I just didn't know who the dad was so I said it was someone called Dragon. It made me feel better," Ginny cried, dabbing at her eyes with her sleeve.

"I don't know what to say," Harry whispered quietly. Ginny shuffled towards him and looked up into his eyes.

"Where…was it…us!" Harry asked, avoiding Ginny's eyes. She cupped his chin and forced him to look her in the eyes.

"We weren't going out then Harry. This was when I was in 6th year. You were in 7th…we weren't an item," Ginny explained.

A muscle in Harry's frown slackened and he held Ginny's hand.

"I'm sorry I judged you," he whispered.

Ginny smiled nervously and dropped Harry's hand.

"I love you," he said, "you do know that don't you?"

"Yeah. I know you love me."

~*~DRACO'S FLASHBACK~*~

"Draco! Draco where are you?" Narcissa Malfoy's voice rang through the grounds of Malfoy Manor. She turned to a house elf playing with the edge of a filthy pillowcase he was wearing.

"You. Find my son," she snapped at it before turning on her heels and marching into the house. The House elf bowed.

"Dobby will do as Dobby is told, Madame," he called after her retreating back. Dobby looked over to where Draco always hid; there was a massive Willow tree on the other side of the river, which provided good shelter and an excellent hiding place from parents. He could make out two forms down underneath the willow tree.

"Dobby is going this way," Dobby smiled and walked towards the house instead of towards the willow tree, "I will let master play for a little while,"

"What are you doing, Gerom," Draco sneered.

"I thought it would be nice to play a game of exploding snap," Gerom grinned mischievously. Draco raised an eyebrow. Whether to trust his stupid cousin was a difficult question, as a hint of pure evil shone in Gerom's eyes.

"So this is where you like to "hang out" in your spare time, Draco?" Gerom looked around at the tree. Draco nodded stiffly.

"Do you always look like you have a plank if wood down your spine?" Gerom asked snidely.

Draco turned to look at him sharply and scowled, "I don't look like that, it's just being in your presence makes my spine contract in odd forms. I think I'm allergic to you," Draco shot.

"Oh ha ha! A ten year old with a sense of humour!" Gerom sniggered.

Draco turned as if to hit Gerom but thought better of it half way through and decided to scratch a spot on his elbow instead.

Gerom pursed his lips and laid his deck of cards out on an old stone and kneeled down besides them.

"Come on Draco, let's play snap. Or we could try and remember the rules to Fire-zap Poker," Gerom sounded so excited you could almost see sparks fly from his eyes.

Draco looked uncertainly at the leaves and mud on the ground and the mess already on the knees of Gerom's robes.

"What? Little Drakkie afraid of getting his robes dirty?" Gerom sneered.

"They're Geo Rosavant robes," Draco said calmly fiddling with the collar of his robes.

"So are mine! I don't care! God Draco you're such a wuss," Gerom laughed.

"You wait till I get my wand, I'll curse you so bad you'll wish you were a giant squid!" Draco shouted.

Gerom raised an eyebrow and was about to say something when the deck of cards in front of his exploded, singing everything insight. He frowned as he put out a small fire that had started on his eyebrow and blew away the dust that was all the remains of the cards.

Draco walked over to the trunk of the willow tree.

"I like this tree." He said slowly.

"And now he likes trees, can this boy get anymore sadder?" Gerom flung his hands in the air.

"Oh my Gosh! A ten year old with a sense of humour," Draco said sarcastically.

Gerom attempted to raise an eyebrow but found there was no eyebrow there so scowled at Draco.

Draco got out a penknife from his pocket and traced the lines of the bark with it.

"What are you doing? Cos you know you're my favourite cousin," Gerom said edgily.

"No I'm not. And it's a present from my uncle. It's really good, watch…" Draco concentrated on the knife and as he thought the blade changed shape to form a totally new weapon; a corkscrew…a dagger…a Samurai sword…a bat…a pair of scissors. Gerom watched with amazement as it changed and Draco let out a 'whoop' on his favourite weapon.

"I'm going to ask dad for one of those!" Gerom whispered.

"Whatever," Draco sneered as the penknife became a small blade and he began carving his initials into the wood. Gerom came over to stand by the tree.

"Put me on there too," he shouted suddenly. Draco jumped and a big chunk of the tree came out. He turned to scowl at Gerom, but Gerom was standing with his hands in the air as if he were under arrest.

"Sorry," he whispered and Draco got back to carving.

D.M

G.B

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Tiffany sat writing on a piece of paper at the desk in the living room of Bill and Fleur's house.

Harry and Ginny had just arrived, as they came in and greeted Bill and Fleur, quite whispers went around as they kissed and hugged.

"Have you told her?"

"No, not yeet,"

"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry, tell her in your own time!"

"I know about Tiffany,"

"OK. Gin finally told you,"

~*~

"What are you doing Tiffany?" Harry called across the room. Tiffany was still sitting at the desk scribbling quickly on a piece of parchment, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders and her glasses askew.

"I'm trying to finish this Latin assessment mum set me," Tiffany called over her shoulder.

"I deed not set eet on purpose to be 'orrid," Fleur laughed, "I just wanteed to get 'er out of ze way for ze day,"

Everyone laughed.

"Dad, how do say Dragon in Latin?" Tiffany asked.

"Why?" Bill asked concerned.

"For the Hogwarts motto. 'Never tickle a sleeping dragon,'" Tiffany said.

"Oh, it's Draco." Bill explained.

Harry's head shot up.

"Draco?"

….