DISCLAIMER: Haven't done one of these in a while, I don't own any Harry
Potter characters, but I can't say that about Prat..
Recap: I spelled psychiatrist wrong, how embarrassing XD…besides that, Dragonfly honey turned out to be a naughty thing, and Snape had much of it to share. The dragon has a name, Prat! How…Draco. School starts the next day, and a shrink is coming to see him. Will he(or she) even be a match for the strong headed, bad boy? The question is this, whose gonna win, Draco, or the psychiatrist? By the way * * is Italic since I can't *really* do Italics ¬.¬
Chapter six
Dragon children
"Draco, Mr. Malfoy, you can't hide forever," called an annoyed voice, then under her breath, " I can't believe this, who tipped him off?!"
*I'm not hiding,* he thought, *If she can't find me, well that's her problem isn't it?* Of course, Draco was against the wall, concealing himself from Professor McGonagall, and watching the Hogwarts students arrive. The cold air was rippling his robes, and he hoped she couldn't see them, her eye sight, even though they could spot the smallest detail up close, was quite poor in the dark, unless she turned into a cat, he could see quite well in the dark—--for some reason.. Prat wiggled uncomfortably in his shirt. He inched his way towards the entrance to the school, maybe if he made it, he could blend in with the rest, or at least lose her in the many rooms of Hogwarts.
*Alo—most – there!!*
"Hey Draco," a big stupid voice boomed across over to him. Crabbe.
AARGH!! That moron.
Draco turned his face towards an angry McGonagall. "Oh hi professor, I didn't see you there, I'd like to stay 'an all, but I don't want to miss the food or anything, bye!"
McGonagall grabbed his arm, but Draco quickly shook her off, and McGonagall watched open mouthed as he ran off.
As he ran past Crabbe, he made sure to give him a hard shove, and hiss words that suspiciously sounded like it didn't belong in a children's book. Draco looked over his shoulder to glower at Crabbe, but was surprised to see him sprawled on the floor, looking as bewildered as Draco felt, er, well, this is Crabbe, so probably more bewildered then Draco felt.. Still turning his head to catch a glance of Crabbe on the floor, he crashed into a fellow student,(That Crabbe is nothing but trouble) " 'scuse me," he did a double take of the messy hair, and newly broken glasses, that were ducked tape, " Darn Potter, I didn't mean to apologize to *you* , now you've gone and ruined it for everybody else."
Harry glared, puzzled at Draco, "And why's that Malfoy."
"I happen to have a one apology a year quota, Potter" he drawled, examining his nails, ugh, one was chipped, how long was *that* there?!
"And I suppose you've used all your apologies to your mother for being born all these years?"
"Oh my, Potter, I think I just heard your death wish," Draco growled, the humor was gone from his voice, and he's eyes flashed and Harry saw danger in them.
"Uh, Malfoy.." Harry began to back up. A growl escaped his throat, as Draco flung himself at Harry.
"Fight!" A cry rose from the surrounding students, rapidly turning into a chant.
"Get off me," Harry cried, "Oouuf." Draco had swiftly kneed him in the chest. Harry desperately reached for his wand, but was quickly stopped when Draco delivered a punch to his lower jaw. Harry elbowed him in the side of his foe's head, causing Draco to lose his balance. Taking as much of advantage as he can, Harry aimed a punch at Draco's head, but it was quickly deflected, and at the same time, Harry's feet were kicked from under him, and his head hit the hard floor hard, "Arg, crazy..git" Draco was quickly on top of him, with both hands choking the life out of the boy who lived, but not for long.
"You think you can get away with anything, right Potter? Do you think you can you get away from me," Draco hissed.
He was still dizzy, from both anger, and the blow to the head, the chanting grew into screams of "He's going to kill him.!" "Somebody help!"
"Draco Malfoy!!" He ignored her, idiot McGonagall, she couldn't possibly understand…
Draco felt strong hands try to pull him back, but he was stronger, yes he was much stronger. He leered at Potter, the boy had stopped moving, and now was gasping for breath clutching the hands that were surely squeezing the life out of him.
"Breathe Potter, always remember to breathe."
Potter looked terrified into Draco's eyes, but even that look was fading.
People were coming, he heard them running, he could feel their panic.
"Why hasn't anybody stunned him?"
"I've tried, but it wasn't working." Interesting, He hadn't even notice anybody doing any sort of spells.
"What are you talking about, what kind of low grade stun spell are you using?!"
"Stun spells won't work I tell you, he didn't even flinch!"
*Hah, they're losing this fight, I'm going to win, I'm going to beat Harry Potter.*
A sharp kick in the ribs sent Draco sprawling across the floor. Despite the horrendous pain, he didn't black out, in fact he did just the opposite, his eyes were wide open and unblinking. Something moved in his shirt, crying piteously Prat licked Draco's face, and clung to him.
Around him girls were dissolved into tears, and even a few were wailing.
"Well Snape, that certainly was quick thinking."
Snape didn't say anything, he watched his pupil closely, with no expression on his face.
"Speaking of thinking, what are you thinking right now?"
"I'm thinking—that maybe Draco *does* need to see a psychiatrist."
Sub chapter
"We have reason to believe that Draco Malfoy is suffering from schizophrenia."
"Is that another word for loony?"
The scene wasn't a too odd one, Professor McGonagall , Professor Albus Dumbledore, Snape, Fudge, and Madame Pomfrey were all seated in Dumbledore's office.
"Honestly Fudge, not *everybody* is insane," snapped McGonagall.
Snape hid a smirk, as Dumbledore hid a smile.
"Well, we mustn't forget all that trauma the boy has been put through, he probably has a lot of anger that goes unchanneled," butted in Pomfrey, " and we all know how he felt about Harry Potter before all-- *this* ever happened."
Dumbledore turned to Snape, "Did you notice anything different about Draco, Severus?"
Snape shifted uncomfortably, "No, he was acting just fine."
"Another sign of schizophrenia, he probably doesn't even know what's going on," Pomfrey interrupted.
Dumbledore looked directly at Snape, "Is there anything we should know, or anything you suspect?"
Snape cleared his throat uncertainly, " Well, he has a—pet dragon."
"What?! It's clearly against the laws of the wizarding world to have a pet dragon, where does he keep it? What is this world coming to, children thinking they can keep those beasts as pets, *pets* mind you!" Fudge glared around the room, daring anyone to disagree with him.
"Are you quite done, Fudge," McGonagall said tartly.
This time Snape didn't bother to hide his smirk.
"Will you please go on, Severus," Said Dumbledore politely.
"Yes, well, it's not a very big dragon—"But a dragon all the same," butted in Fudge. "I believe he keeps it in his shirt," finished Snape, ignoring the blistering Fudge.
Dumbledore listened quietly, " If I'm not mistaken, there is only one type of dragon that size, and if it is true, you cannot take it away from him without causing sever damage emotionally, physically, and mentally."
"What? Explain yourself, what kind of animal *is* this?"
Dumbledore sighed, and rose from his seat, striding over to his shelve, he took out a large book, flipping through the pages, he held up the book, and began to read from it, "The Akuma Dragon, is born from a single flower on the light of the full moon. It is tiny in stature and grows to the size of a large cat, because they have a need to mentally attach themselves to people, they are very rare. When "attached" the person begins to show signs of more dragon like behavior, including increased strength and senses. To be "unattached" is extremely dangerous and mostly unnecessary, since the bond is very strong."
Dumbledore looked up from his book, "So my question to you is, have you noticed anything strange about Mr. Malfoy?"
"Oh my," gasped Professor McGonagall, her hand over her mouth, "When, we tried to stun him—it didn't work, bounced straight off him, and when I was tracking him down, it was like he could completely *see* me in the dark of night. Oh, and how did he know about the psychiatrist, Professor Snape?"
"What, me? I don't know what you're yammering ab—" McGonagall raised an eyebrow at him "Fine then, I might have let it slip, but it's all very vague.."
"So what we have here," Fudge said loudly, either to drown out Snape and McGonagall, or just to hear his voice, "Is an unstable dragon boy, well I'm out of here, good bye, I didn't hear any of this, don't tell me what's happening, I DON'T want to know." He got up from his seat, and gave a slight bow towards Dumbledore and left the room, "Dragon children *honestly* ," he muttered.
"Stupid git," Snape growled, rolling his eyes.
'Behave yourself Severus Snape," scolded Professor McGonagall slapping his leg as she stood up and left the room.
Madame Pomfrey dissolved into a mess of giggles as she left too.
"Women," growled Snape, there was almost a blush spreading across his face, "absoultly useless."
"Oh, I don't know about that," laughed Dumbledore.
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"Flippin' MAD he is, he tried to KILL you 'arry," Ron said angrily through a mouth full of sausages, spitting some food in Hermione's direction.
Harry sat quietly, he had never seen Malfoy react to anything like that, he had insulted his mother numerous times, what had made this time different?
"Well, if you ask *me* -- " and we didn't," butted in Ron, "it was perfectly normal reaction, with his mother thrown in the insane house, an his father murdered."
Harry snapped himself to attention, he hadn't know *that*
, that had to be worse, then just his parents dying.
"Oh, so his mother went to the loony bin, it still isn't reason enough to bloody murder somebody."
"He's been under a lot of stress, he probably just snapped under the pressure," snipped Hermione.
"Oh ho, you hear that Harry? She's defending Draco Malfoy, you know, the one who tried to kill you."
"Did you see that scar on his cheek? It was probably from—the incident."
Harry flushed a bit, "I was too busy trying not to be killed to notice, Herm."
"Anyway, I suspect he was expelled, I mean, attempted murder, c'mon!"
"Oh, is that so? You're sure," asked Hermione, a mischievous smile spread across her face.
"*yes* I'm sure, you agree with me, don't you Harry?"
"Well Ron, ordinarily, but he just walked in."
"What?"
"See for yourself."
Ron turned around, and saw Draco take a seat with his fellow Slytherins.
" Ew, what's that thing on his shoulder?"
Prat was perched on Draco's shoulder, taking in the scenery and basking in attention.
As Draco sat and chatted with his comrades Prat slipped off and started to explore the other tables.
"Oh no, that *thing* is coming over here," hissed Ron, he warily watched as the little dragon leaped on the table and began to nose around the student's plates of food.
"It's not a *thing* Ron, it's a dragon," said Harry, stroking Prat's head. Prat cocked her head, eyeing him as warily as Ron eyed her. Then, as if she had made up her decision, she sank her fangs deep into Harry's finger.
"Looks like it remembers you and the fight with Draco, told you not to trust it," snipped Ron, "It's dangerous, it should be expelled from school too," as an after thought he added," Horrid thing."
"Shut up, Ron," Harry muttered, nursing his injured hand.
" What's it doing now," asked Hermione, watching Prat nosing her way to Harry, licking his wrist and nudging him for more petting.
"Probably out for more blood, here, I'll get rid of it for you Harry," Ron leaned forward to prod her off the table with his wand, "Shoo, get going, you've done enough damage."
She hissed angrily at the insult and leapt into Harry's lap, poking her head at table level to give him more glares with her large golden eyes.
"It likes you Harry."
"What? But it just ruthlessly attacked him a minute ago, it's probably a trap, it's developed a taste for human flesh."
"Well *I* think this dragon forgives Harry for fighting with Draco."
" *It* forgives *him*?"
"Disgusting," drawled a familiar voice, "she likes you."
"Hello, Malfoy," distaste soured Hermione's greeting.
"And hello to you too, Granger."
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"My Dragon of course, Potter, that is, if you aren't done coddling her."
"*Your* dragon came over here, go ahead and take her."
"How come YOU get to keep a pet dragon on SCHOOL GROUNDs?"
"Now Weasly, no need to get jealous on me, it's simply the matter of better people get better things, you know how it works."
"Sod off Malfoy."
"Sure thing, comelong Pratsu."
Prat chirped and leapt from Harry's shoulder to Draco's.
"Now you need a bath and disinfectant, I *told* you not to hang around those kinds of people."
Wow o_o That's long…I think, anywho, I was going to do the psychiatrist chapter, but a better opportunity arouse, so I'm doing it for chapter 7. Also, I love when people e-mail me, or ask questions, or both.
If anybody's wondering Pratsu is a variation of Pratsunami, he couldn't go calling her Prat when he wanted to make such a strong impression..
Recap: I spelled psychiatrist wrong, how embarrassing XD…besides that, Dragonfly honey turned out to be a naughty thing, and Snape had much of it to share. The dragon has a name, Prat! How…Draco. School starts the next day, and a shrink is coming to see him. Will he(or she) even be a match for the strong headed, bad boy? The question is this, whose gonna win, Draco, or the psychiatrist? By the way * * is Italic since I can't *really* do Italics ¬.¬
Chapter six
Dragon children
"Draco, Mr. Malfoy, you can't hide forever," called an annoyed voice, then under her breath, " I can't believe this, who tipped him off?!"
*I'm not hiding,* he thought, *If she can't find me, well that's her problem isn't it?* Of course, Draco was against the wall, concealing himself from Professor McGonagall, and watching the Hogwarts students arrive. The cold air was rippling his robes, and he hoped she couldn't see them, her eye sight, even though they could spot the smallest detail up close, was quite poor in the dark, unless she turned into a cat, he could see quite well in the dark—--for some reason.. Prat wiggled uncomfortably in his shirt. He inched his way towards the entrance to the school, maybe if he made it, he could blend in with the rest, or at least lose her in the many rooms of Hogwarts.
*Alo—most – there!!*
"Hey Draco," a big stupid voice boomed across over to him. Crabbe.
AARGH!! That moron.
Draco turned his face towards an angry McGonagall. "Oh hi professor, I didn't see you there, I'd like to stay 'an all, but I don't want to miss the food or anything, bye!"
McGonagall grabbed his arm, but Draco quickly shook her off, and McGonagall watched open mouthed as he ran off.
As he ran past Crabbe, he made sure to give him a hard shove, and hiss words that suspiciously sounded like it didn't belong in a children's book. Draco looked over his shoulder to glower at Crabbe, but was surprised to see him sprawled on the floor, looking as bewildered as Draco felt, er, well, this is Crabbe, so probably more bewildered then Draco felt.. Still turning his head to catch a glance of Crabbe on the floor, he crashed into a fellow student,(That Crabbe is nothing but trouble) " 'scuse me," he did a double take of the messy hair, and newly broken glasses, that were ducked tape, " Darn Potter, I didn't mean to apologize to *you* , now you've gone and ruined it for everybody else."
Harry glared, puzzled at Draco, "And why's that Malfoy."
"I happen to have a one apology a year quota, Potter" he drawled, examining his nails, ugh, one was chipped, how long was *that* there?!
"And I suppose you've used all your apologies to your mother for being born all these years?"
"Oh my, Potter, I think I just heard your death wish," Draco growled, the humor was gone from his voice, and he's eyes flashed and Harry saw danger in them.
"Uh, Malfoy.." Harry began to back up. A growl escaped his throat, as Draco flung himself at Harry.
"Fight!" A cry rose from the surrounding students, rapidly turning into a chant.
"Get off me," Harry cried, "Oouuf." Draco had swiftly kneed him in the chest. Harry desperately reached for his wand, but was quickly stopped when Draco delivered a punch to his lower jaw. Harry elbowed him in the side of his foe's head, causing Draco to lose his balance. Taking as much of advantage as he can, Harry aimed a punch at Draco's head, but it was quickly deflected, and at the same time, Harry's feet were kicked from under him, and his head hit the hard floor hard, "Arg, crazy..git" Draco was quickly on top of him, with both hands choking the life out of the boy who lived, but not for long.
"You think you can get away with anything, right Potter? Do you think you can you get away from me," Draco hissed.
He was still dizzy, from both anger, and the blow to the head, the chanting grew into screams of "He's going to kill him.!" "Somebody help!"
"Draco Malfoy!!" He ignored her, idiot McGonagall, she couldn't possibly understand…
Draco felt strong hands try to pull him back, but he was stronger, yes he was much stronger. He leered at Potter, the boy had stopped moving, and now was gasping for breath clutching the hands that were surely squeezing the life out of him.
"Breathe Potter, always remember to breathe."
Potter looked terrified into Draco's eyes, but even that look was fading.
People were coming, he heard them running, he could feel their panic.
"Why hasn't anybody stunned him?"
"I've tried, but it wasn't working." Interesting, He hadn't even notice anybody doing any sort of spells.
"What are you talking about, what kind of low grade stun spell are you using?!"
"Stun spells won't work I tell you, he didn't even flinch!"
*Hah, they're losing this fight, I'm going to win, I'm going to beat Harry Potter.*
A sharp kick in the ribs sent Draco sprawling across the floor. Despite the horrendous pain, he didn't black out, in fact he did just the opposite, his eyes were wide open and unblinking. Something moved in his shirt, crying piteously Prat licked Draco's face, and clung to him.
Around him girls were dissolved into tears, and even a few were wailing.
"Well Snape, that certainly was quick thinking."
Snape didn't say anything, he watched his pupil closely, with no expression on his face.
"Speaking of thinking, what are you thinking right now?"
"I'm thinking—that maybe Draco *does* need to see a psychiatrist."
Sub chapter
"We have reason to believe that Draco Malfoy is suffering from schizophrenia."
"Is that another word for loony?"
The scene wasn't a too odd one, Professor McGonagall , Professor Albus Dumbledore, Snape, Fudge, and Madame Pomfrey were all seated in Dumbledore's office.
"Honestly Fudge, not *everybody* is insane," snapped McGonagall.
Snape hid a smirk, as Dumbledore hid a smile.
"Well, we mustn't forget all that trauma the boy has been put through, he probably has a lot of anger that goes unchanneled," butted in Pomfrey, " and we all know how he felt about Harry Potter before all-- *this* ever happened."
Dumbledore turned to Snape, "Did you notice anything different about Draco, Severus?"
Snape shifted uncomfortably, "No, he was acting just fine."
"Another sign of schizophrenia, he probably doesn't even know what's going on," Pomfrey interrupted.
Dumbledore looked directly at Snape, "Is there anything we should know, or anything you suspect?"
Snape cleared his throat uncertainly, " Well, he has a—pet dragon."
"What?! It's clearly against the laws of the wizarding world to have a pet dragon, where does he keep it? What is this world coming to, children thinking they can keep those beasts as pets, *pets* mind you!" Fudge glared around the room, daring anyone to disagree with him.
"Are you quite done, Fudge," McGonagall said tartly.
This time Snape didn't bother to hide his smirk.
"Will you please go on, Severus," Said Dumbledore politely.
"Yes, well, it's not a very big dragon—"But a dragon all the same," butted in Fudge. "I believe he keeps it in his shirt," finished Snape, ignoring the blistering Fudge.
Dumbledore listened quietly, " If I'm not mistaken, there is only one type of dragon that size, and if it is true, you cannot take it away from him without causing sever damage emotionally, physically, and mentally."
"What? Explain yourself, what kind of animal *is* this?"
Dumbledore sighed, and rose from his seat, striding over to his shelve, he took out a large book, flipping through the pages, he held up the book, and began to read from it, "The Akuma Dragon, is born from a single flower on the light of the full moon. It is tiny in stature and grows to the size of a large cat, because they have a need to mentally attach themselves to people, they are very rare. When "attached" the person begins to show signs of more dragon like behavior, including increased strength and senses. To be "unattached" is extremely dangerous and mostly unnecessary, since the bond is very strong."
Dumbledore looked up from his book, "So my question to you is, have you noticed anything strange about Mr. Malfoy?"
"Oh my," gasped Professor McGonagall, her hand over her mouth, "When, we tried to stun him—it didn't work, bounced straight off him, and when I was tracking him down, it was like he could completely *see* me in the dark of night. Oh, and how did he know about the psychiatrist, Professor Snape?"
"What, me? I don't know what you're yammering ab—" McGonagall raised an eyebrow at him "Fine then, I might have let it slip, but it's all very vague.."
"So what we have here," Fudge said loudly, either to drown out Snape and McGonagall, or just to hear his voice, "Is an unstable dragon boy, well I'm out of here, good bye, I didn't hear any of this, don't tell me what's happening, I DON'T want to know." He got up from his seat, and gave a slight bow towards Dumbledore and left the room, "Dragon children *honestly* ," he muttered.
"Stupid git," Snape growled, rolling his eyes.
'Behave yourself Severus Snape," scolded Professor McGonagall slapping his leg as she stood up and left the room.
Madame Pomfrey dissolved into a mess of giggles as she left too.
"Women," growled Snape, there was almost a blush spreading across his face, "absoultly useless."
"Oh, I don't know about that," laughed Dumbledore.
Sub chapter
"Flippin' MAD he is, he tried to KILL you 'arry," Ron said angrily through a mouth full of sausages, spitting some food in Hermione's direction.
Harry sat quietly, he had never seen Malfoy react to anything like that, he had insulted his mother numerous times, what had made this time different?
"Well, if you ask *me* -- " and we didn't," butted in Ron, "it was perfectly normal reaction, with his mother thrown in the insane house, an his father murdered."
Harry snapped himself to attention, he hadn't know *that*
, that had to be worse, then just his parents dying.
"Oh, so his mother went to the loony bin, it still isn't reason enough to bloody murder somebody."
"He's been under a lot of stress, he probably just snapped under the pressure," snipped Hermione.
"Oh ho, you hear that Harry? She's defending Draco Malfoy, you know, the one who tried to kill you."
"Did you see that scar on his cheek? It was probably from—the incident."
Harry flushed a bit, "I was too busy trying not to be killed to notice, Herm."
"Anyway, I suspect he was expelled, I mean, attempted murder, c'mon!"
"Oh, is that so? You're sure," asked Hermione, a mischievous smile spread across her face.
"*yes* I'm sure, you agree with me, don't you Harry?"
"Well Ron, ordinarily, but he just walked in."
"What?"
"See for yourself."
Ron turned around, and saw Draco take a seat with his fellow Slytherins.
" Ew, what's that thing on his shoulder?"
Prat was perched on Draco's shoulder, taking in the scenery and basking in attention.
As Draco sat and chatted with his comrades Prat slipped off and started to explore the other tables.
"Oh no, that *thing* is coming over here," hissed Ron, he warily watched as the little dragon leaped on the table and began to nose around the student's plates of food.
"It's not a *thing* Ron, it's a dragon," said Harry, stroking Prat's head. Prat cocked her head, eyeing him as warily as Ron eyed her. Then, as if she had made up her decision, she sank her fangs deep into Harry's finger.
"Looks like it remembers you and the fight with Draco, told you not to trust it," snipped Ron, "It's dangerous, it should be expelled from school too," as an after thought he added," Horrid thing."
"Shut up, Ron," Harry muttered, nursing his injured hand.
" What's it doing now," asked Hermione, watching Prat nosing her way to Harry, licking his wrist and nudging him for more petting.
"Probably out for more blood, here, I'll get rid of it for you Harry," Ron leaned forward to prod her off the table with his wand, "Shoo, get going, you've done enough damage."
She hissed angrily at the insult and leapt into Harry's lap, poking her head at table level to give him more glares with her large golden eyes.
"It likes you Harry."
"What? But it just ruthlessly attacked him a minute ago, it's probably a trap, it's developed a taste for human flesh."
"Well *I* think this dragon forgives Harry for fighting with Draco."
" *It* forgives *him*?"
"Disgusting," drawled a familiar voice, "she likes you."
"Hello, Malfoy," distaste soured Hermione's greeting.
"And hello to you too, Granger."
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"My Dragon of course, Potter, that is, if you aren't done coddling her."
"*Your* dragon came over here, go ahead and take her."
"How come YOU get to keep a pet dragon on SCHOOL GROUNDs?"
"Now Weasly, no need to get jealous on me, it's simply the matter of better people get better things, you know how it works."
"Sod off Malfoy."
"Sure thing, comelong Pratsu."
Prat chirped and leapt from Harry's shoulder to Draco's.
"Now you need a bath and disinfectant, I *told* you not to hang around those kinds of people."
Wow o_o That's long…I think, anywho, I was going to do the psychiatrist chapter, but a better opportunity arouse, so I'm doing it for chapter 7. Also, I love when people e-mail me, or ask questions, or both.
If anybody's wondering Pratsu is a variation of Pratsunami, he couldn't go calling her Prat when he wanted to make such a strong impression..