Three Loves for a Dragon

By: Lalaa (The only Lalaa... Yay!)

Dedicated to: Katherine Raven B. (AKA, My Sexy Bunny)

Disclaimer: Duh, of course I do not own any of the HP characters. But I do own that character I made up, Serenity! So bugger off TT. Besides, you should know better, so this is the only disclaimer going up! (Or I think it is... Oo;;)

Chapter 4: Bleeding Locks of Love

Her hand trembled slightly, as she was nervous. She swiftly lay the razor on the pillow momentarily, as she stretched the item from her bottomless pockets. The rubber band was stretched onto her frail left wrist. Her hands reached towards the sleeping Draco. They caressed the sweet softness that his hair was. Knobby hands grazed through his hair with no kinks, as her smile faded into a docile expression. Her eyes were half open, lovingly watching his muscular chest rise and fall. The wench regrettingly stopped stroking his hair as she took the band off of her wrist. She gently grabbed a thick lock of hair, which resembled a vertical oval, from the top of his head to the nape of his neck. She tightly wrapped the rubber band around the chunk, and then raised the razor from its throne.

The freckled fiend took the razor, and swiftly moved it on his scalp. The silent razor shook in her hand as she continued to shave the rest of the hair that was attached to the band. Hermione reached the last chunk of hair to be shaved. She held up the rather thick lock of hair that was bound in her grasp. She smiled at her achievement, as she then looked at her 'love'. She put the hair into a plastic bag, and then into that same basket-weave purse she had used at the Weasley's. She sighed at his slight disadvantage. Hermione shrugged it off, just happy that she retrieved his hair. She wrapped the purse around her anorexic looking shoulder. She started to slink out of the room, as she then looked at the chest at the end of his bed.

A smirk split Hermione's pale face as she started to crawl over towards the chest, making sure she did not make a sound. She slowly opened the well-oiled chest. It made a small thump noise when it hit his bedpost. She cringed. Hermione dug through the well-organized chest. There were small boxes neatly put away in stacks, all corresponding with each other Hermione cocked her eyebrow, furrowing the lines in her forehead further. "Such a neat freak..." She thought to herself as she quietly hurried through the boxes.

She then came upon a rectangle box that was blood red. It was plain in itself, but it was beautiful at the same time. The small round trim cornered the box, as the shiny red satin was encircled. She grabbed it hastily and opened it. A small whooshing sound emitted from it, as the satin slid together, seamlessly. She placed the top half of the box onto the beautifully carpeted floor beside her. Then she rested the bottom half onto her lap. Her beady eyes peered into it curiously.

There were letters, some folded, and refolded many times. There were some that resembled a Hallmark card, but thus, had moving pictures on them, and some with changing words. Her eyes lighted up, with a fiery passion. She grabbed the top of the lid, and then placed it onto the bottom. She rounded the purse around her thin body, as she stuffed the medium sized box into it. She neatly put the boxes away the same she found them, extracting only the one. She closed it with ease. She took on last look at Draco.

Here eyes widened as she realized he still had those muggle earplugs in his canals. She trotted over and pulled them out. He stirred, and made her gasp. But then he mumbled, clutching his dragon, and fell back into his trance. He rolled over exposing his missing hair towards her. She stifled her chuckle as she made her way towards the door. She creeped out the door and then ran herself back to the Gryffindor Dorms. She snuck out with no interference. She smiled as she skipped down the shadowed hallway gleefully.

"AAAAHHHHH!" Draco let out a loud petrified scream. His hair! It looked like some sort of demonic skunk! His scalp was shaven from the top middle of his head unto the nape of his neck, in a thick shaven line. His hair flowed oddly to the sides of his head like some sort of want to be friar. Trembling hands mowed through his hair repeatedly, shocked. His lips were parted in a gaping fashion. The reflection in the mirror showed his buggy eyes, looking like they were ready to pop out of his pointy-faced head. "WHO IS THE BLOODY WANKER WHO DID THIS TO ME?!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Footsteps could be heard stomping up the stairwell.

Indeed that person whom he was talking of was a wanker, but only self-admitting. "Malfoy! What is wrong?" Someone called from outside his adorned door. The blonde ferret glared at the door.

"Get the hell away!" Malfoy sneered. "I...am...fine!" He said through gritted teeth, clenching his jaw together. Gasps could be heard from outside the door, his eyes rolled in protest. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other stupidly. Their broad, fatty shoulders shrugged in confusion. Their footsteps died away, as Draco returned his attention to the mirror.

"Shit, shit, shitty-shit-shit!" Draco scampered about the room attempting to figure out what in the bloody hell he could do to hide his skunk-resembling scalp. He tore apart his neatly made bed in confusion. Epiphany! He turned around to glare at his bedpost, face splitting in an uncanny smirk. The green and black beanie was engraved with a gold symbol of the Slytherin house. He grabbed it hurriedly and stuffed it onto his head. His nimble fingers were fixing his hair. Except today, not being slicked back like the usual helmet it resembled. Tufts of hair stuck out of the bottom of the cap strategically. He looked at himself in the mirror, and sighed, somewhat relieved.

"Wait a minute here..."Thoughts dripping in his demented mind. "Hermione! I had not thought of her yet. That mudblood must have been the one to do this... But" He thought wryly. "If she was so obsessed with me, why would she do that to me?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He simply shrugged, and decided to think about it later; he was not going to bog himself down with such things, when he had Ginny to deal with.

"Speaking of Gin-ny..." His face slid into that casual smirk of his. Pale hands seemed to find his drawer, second one from the bottom on the left, actually. Pensive eyes looked at the bottle lovingly. "Just a sip!" He said happily to himself. Draco unscrewed the loose bottle, and took a long swig of Cinnamon Gin. "Ah!" He remarked after a large gulping sound was emitted. "My daily dose of vitamins!" He spoke perkily as he put his bottle back into the drawer. On his way to 'his next class', Draco slithered.

Draco spotted a wave of read hair. Ginny was obviously walking with her infernal brother that some people referred to as Ron. He liked the 'Weasel' ring much better, thought it fit him really. He watched from a small corner as Ginny and Ron parted ways. Ginny smiled at Ron and happily walked towards her first class, Potions. She was unaware of the heir himself who started making his way towards her. He walked slyly, with a swagger. They approached one another. Ginny looked up from her hand-me-down shoes to look at Draco's gray captivating eyes. She broke eye contact, with a weak smile, and made her way without even talking to the poor bugger.

An icy hand grabbed onto Ginny's frail wrist. The tapping of her soft soles abruptly stopped. "Yes?" She simply questioned. Her pale freckled cheeks were blushing madly, thus failed to look at the self-proclaimed sex god. Draco's firm grip seized her to a secluded corner, away from the bustling crowd protruding though the halls.

His stature was weakening. He realized this and stood up tall, and turned the beautiful red head to face him. Finding a way to get herself out of looking at him, Ginny stood fascinated with her shoes. "I want you to go out with me." He said bluntly. "I like you, Ginny, a lot." Ginny's honey-chocolate eyes stared in awe at Draco. Her hands immediately found her now elbow length hair, and started twirling it in nervousness.

"I...err..." Obviously at a loss of words, Ginny continued to fumble. Draco looked at her, expecting an answer, although he had supplied no question.

Realizing he had not asked her a question, he attempted to keep his composure. "Ginny, what I mean is... Will you go out with me? B-be my girlfriend and stuff." Draco's normally slit eyes widened in surprise at his own words. "I stuttered... AND I said... STUFF?! What the hell am I doing? No, not good at all. Why am I stumbling anyway? It's a Weasley..." Draco mentally slapped himself.

Ginny's soft-soled shoes shifted from one to the other frequently during the awkward silences. "I-I... You want me to b-be your gir-gir-girlfriend?" Draco simply nodded, obviously now getting impatient. "I-I'd love to!" She said looking down at her shoes once more. Draco smiled genuinely. Ginny simpered.

"I've already asked your brother, if that's what you're worried about." Draco's cold yet not clammy hand found her chin. He wrapped his fingers lightly around it, and lifted her gaze to meet his.

Ginny's facial expression turned blank, her eyes seemed to glaze over. She seemed to have no reaction to his touch. Her eyes widened, and suddenly spoke a rather confusing sentence. "Neville Longbottom loves Harry Potter with a sensual passion." Draco blinked repeatedly, trying to comprehend what was happening.

"Malfoy, what are you doing touching me?" Ginny leered in a snide tone. Draco's hand retracted, as if her skin was dry ice. She stood planted to the ground, her fire red hair cascading over her womanly body. Hermione watched them from afar with interest, using a listening spell you peer in.

Prince of charmers was taken aback, but regained his stance. "What are you talking about? Now, may I confirm, are you going to go out with me?" He seemed stiff asking her out, his sentences were blunt, and had no smoothness whatsoever. Quite different from when he was trying to get that veela that visited into his dorm. Never worked out. She went with Weasley instead... Malfoy would have grimaced at the remembrance.

Ginny simply rolled her eyes into that red head of hers and walked away. Her hips were swaying more than usual, and she had a slight cockiness about her aura. As she walked away, she pulled her robe off smoothly, and draped it across her arm. Who knew someone could look so smashing in a Hogwarts uniform. Draco averted his attention to the water fountain, which made almost any liquid for you to drink at will, perplexed. His eyes narrowed in confusion, inklings of crows feet appeared. His mouth gaped slightly open, due to the fact that he was not sure what came over Ginny, and how, how...Gorgeous a body she had. He definitely fancied the weasel. Draco shook his head to clear his thoughts for the moment, and started off to his class of hell for the day. The bushy-haired squirrel regrettingly decided to follow Ginny. She blew a kiss to the back of Draco's head as she then hurried off after the strutting Ginny.

Meanwhile, Ginny made her way towards potions, or so she thought. Ginny was making her way towards the Gryffindor Common Room, when something intruded her thoughts. "What in the bloody hell do you think your doing? I have to go to class!" Ginny rolled her eyes once more, and attempted to block out the voice. "Listen to me!" The voice continued to grow louder in frustration. "I need to get to the damn class! Don't you go out having butter beers with Hermione and Seamus again! I had to wake up the next morning with a damn hangover!" Ginny stopped abruptly in her tracks, nearly to the Common Room. She sighed in annoyance.

"Would you leave me alone, for Goddess' sake! I don't want to deal with that damn bastard who they call Snape. He should go wash that grease pit toupé of his. Maybe he should actually try keeping his mind off DRACO, and focus on a daily routine to wash himself! He can kiss my white freckled ass for all I care..." The current Ginny retorted, getting a bit off subject. "And besides, I was not going to go have butter beers with Seamus and Hermione" She said getting back onto the subject. "I was going to go have them with Fred, George, and Ron." She scoffed.

"You mean, OUR, white freckled...butt." She paused momentarily. "And I will not have you going out and making trouble with me! People are already confused about me! One hour I'm a skanky whore and the next It-It's the nice one! Me! You should let me take over for now, and go to class! Besides I want to talk to Draco later! I know you don't like him but I do! And he asked me out. You know, the NICE Ginny. So get over yourself, and leave me be for a while!" Ginny was huffing in her retorted thoughts.

"I-do-not-care-if-you-like-Draco-or-not!" She quickly said back to her other side. "Here... I will make you a deal. I will take over until before lunch, then you can have the rest of the day. Then we can talk about the rest later, okay?" She tried to make an agreement, while resuming to walk to the Gryffindor Common Room.

"I-I S-suppose so... But, as long as you give me control right before lunch. So deal then?" She said with a nervous tone in her voice.

"Deal! Now would you please stop bugging me now?" She said a tad ticked.

"Yes... I'll go." Ginny resided in her mind, to leave her be, until lunch that was, if conscious Ginny failed to recognize the time.

"CRASH!" Hermione and Ginny crashed together in the dimly lit hall, right near the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Ginny asked angrily, standing up, not bothering to help that worthless squirrel up.

"What-were-you-doing-with-my-Draco?" Hermione said quickly. Her voice became high in nervousness. Her frail legs lifted her up off of the cold tiled floor. She stood up and came about two inches below Ginny's resting eye contact. Ginny's face was contorted in resentment and anger.

"I! I, was not doing anything! Now leave me the hell alone, you haggard wench! I don't want anything to do with Draco!" Her voice calmed a bit. She leered at Hermione. "I know we have fun...Drinking butter beer and all...." Her voice trailed. Ginny slowly advanced on Hermione, making her backup into a wall. Ginny put her hands on either side of Hermione's head and looked at her in her dark eyes. "She's so cute when she was angry." Ginny thought to herself. "Ah! What the hell am I thinking?" She shook her head trying to get rid of her thoughts about... Hermione. "Yuck?"

Hermione looked very surprised, almost like Neville whenever he spots Draco. "What are you doing?" Hermione asked softly, and nervously. Obviously a bit shaken.

"Honestly Hermione, are you that dense?" Ginny leaned in towards Hermione's surprisingly warm neck. Ginny breathed lightly, and pressed her lips against the surprisingly soft skin. Ginny pulled away after kissing Hermione's neck, and smirked at her. Hermione had a look of surprise, yet also a look of wanting.

Ginny released her arms from the wall, and walked off to the Gryffindor Common Room to fetch Fred, George, and Ron from the lounge. They knew her problem, and welcomed it, when those times included butter beer, and Veritaserum. Hermione was left in a state of shock, stuck against the wall.

The last part of the day, finally. The gangs, well gangs, were gathered at the last class of that grueling and very confusing day. Care of Magical Creatures. Hagrid was sitting on a boulder nearly in front of his rather large hut. His back was faced towards the bored eager children, as he sat there stroking an animal that the children could not yet see. "Class all 'ere?" He said gruffly, but happily.

"Yes." The class said in unison. Hagrid turned around and rose himself from the rock, hand supportively on his knees. Hagrid pulled the medium-sized creature out from behind the boulder. It was weary, that was until it saw the small children. It's rather large ears perked up, and its face seeming to mold into a smile.

"This 'ere..." He paused, tightening the grip on the thick leather leash. "Is a Guutrenvoch!" He patted its head contently. The creature squealed in thanks. Gasps and amazed sounds were heard from the class. "Yep. This 'ere creature helps lost kids find their way home. Although, ironically, hates adults." The Guutrenvoch looked at Hagrid sternly at his comment. The class sniggered.

The Guutrenvoch was only about three small feet tall. That is about to Hagrid's overly large knees. It's silky looking mane and tail caressed the gray green scales. The scaled covered all of the body except for the hooves, and where the mane and tail were present. The scales resembled somewhat of the fabric felt.

"Now, then..." He paused to tell the story of the Guutrenvoch. "This magical creature isn't actually that magical, although looks it doesn't he?" Hagrid petted the soft scales, the Guutrenvoch replied with a snort. "Anyway... This creature, as you may see, resembles that of a Shetland Pony. This is actually a full-grown Guutrenvoch. And it just so happens that these sly creatures have a love for children. They help any children that they find in the woods, which happens to be their home, on the child's way home... Now, these sweet animals are opt to run away when an adult is present. Notice the thick leash this girl's on! Now, these creatures are considered very mythical, considering they run away when any sort of older human comes near. Thus, making them sort of a... muggle fairytale. In Germany o' course." He paused thinking backwards. "Yep, my friend Jinah from Germany shipped this sweet, adorable creature here a few days ago! Nice woman she is..." He snapped himself out of his reverie, realizing that he in fact was teaching a class.

The class seemed somewhat entranced in what Hagrid was saying. He always brought such interesting animals. "Now, if you would look see here..." The class's many eyes were on Hagrid and the Guutrenvoch. Hagrid pulled out a blown up picture of Michael Jackson from his pocket. "And it seems 'ere... That this muggle...man. Scares the poor creature!" The class looked very confused, and watched as Hagrid put the picture in front of the creature's face.

The Guutrenvoch's eyes became wider than normal, and snorted. She reared up on her hind legs, then came back down with a loud thud. She grabbed the picture with her horse-like teeth. Her head was thrashing from side to side as if trying to rip the picture. The Guutrenvoch then spat out the picture, and reared again. This time when she came down, her hoofs stomped on the picture frantically, still snorting in anger. The class looked a bit taken aback, but alas was cackling softly. Now after the picture was properly shredded and full of trodden dirt, the Guutrenvoch took a few steps back and sat down on the hard dirt. Her hoofs placed in front of her. She seemed to snap out of her moment and then her ears perked up once more and cocked her head in a content anime fashion.

Hagrid put this hand over his mouth in shock, looking dead ahead. His eyes were buggy, and his expression feared. "Troll bogies..." He muttered to himself. The evil thing was looking him right in the eye... and right in the middle of his class too...

A/N: haha I had to cut it short a bit, its not my ideal 4000.... because I needed to really get my story up again. I felt so bad not updating it in so long. But now this adds more depth to the story! Yay! So I will definitely be writing more of it as soon as I can, but I have a shitload of homework! Four honours classes this semester... however, please leave a comment or 4 on my story! Love you all!!!!!! lalaa