Disclaimer: This is the first, and last time I will be writing this for this story. This disclaimer applies to all chapters. I did not create Ginny Weasely, or Draco Malfoy, or anything else you may find familiar. I am just a juvenile who likes to pretend she has talent. All credit for these characters and places goes to JK Rowling. Not Profit is being made from this story; it is just a way for me to please my sad twisted creative need.

A/N Yes…I am starting ANOTHER story. I am having major writers block for Deamon in the shadows and Golden Wings and a Halo…I need some Ideas. Also, Of Sliver and Gold will be deleted soon…I don't feel like finishing it. I got this idea while getting ready for school this morning. I hope you enjoy it! also, it is my first post-Hogwarts fic.

Chapter 1: Fianna

The dragon was beautiful. I examined her closely, as I did every morning. Her scales were a deep scarlet and they shimmered in the low sun like garnets. The horns that adorned her face were the same golden colour as her claws. The gold colour also shimmered on the spines that ran along her back, right to the end of her arrow tipped tail. She had teeth the colour of bright new Ivory, and her eyes were of the deepest emerald green. Though she lived in a very dusty red mountain range, she scales were always glistening, and she flew the skies with pride. She had only been her for two months, but she had already won herself a high place in the dragon hierarchy. She at the young age of two years and was head strong as a high-spirited horse. She also hated all humans…except me of course; I amazed all the dragon trainers up here, day after day. In the bright, early morning, I usually hop the light wooden fence that keeps by passers from straying into Dragon territory, and walk calmly up to her, earning scowels from the Dragon keepers that have tried to ride her, and failed miserable. I stroke her jewelled head and she purrs, then she flies me over and through the mountains, until noon. I love to rub it in their faces that nobody but I can get close to her. She is a spirit of fire, the queen of the sky…

She is my Fianna.

I gave her the name Fianna when she hatched out of a scarlet egg two years ago. She had been a gift, from my mother. Mother wouldn't come out to Romania with me, she stays behind at the manor, and pretends to be living in the old days, when we were filthy rich and up to our ears in the dark arts. Father is in Azkaban now, and Harry Potter vanquished Voldemort years ago. I was a spy, for Dumbledore, and so, that has brought some much-needed respect back to the Malfoy name, but people seemed to assume that I have changed. I guess I have, but not in the way people like to think. I realise now how much of an idiot my father was. I don't necessarily hate muggles, or muggle-borns either, I just find them incredibly weak. I still think they should be treated like dirt. I am above them…so; there is no way I have turned all touchy-feely, thank you very much. Fianna, is the only one who knows me. She knows when I am angry, when I am depressed, even when I am in a good mood, when any body else would see the same Malfoy they see every other day. Fianna…I don't know what I would do with out her. I watch her meticulously preen herself when I hear someone come to stand beside me, out of the corner of my eye, I see red hair…just wonderful, Weasely was back. Charlie, I think his name is. He has been working with Dragons for a while, from what I hear, and he stands, as if compatibly beside me. He obviously hasn't recognised me yet.

"Ah, she's our newest Dragon, " He said, obviously referring to Fianna. "Quite a beauty, I haven't had a chance to try and work with her yet, but I hear she is a hot tempered one. I also hear she belongs to Draco Malfoy." I knew that he wasn't able to attempt work with Fianna because for the last while he had been back at home, with all the other red headed rats. I don't bother saying a word, as he obviously didn't recognise me as Fianna's owner, and look scornfully at him. His is maybe an inch shorter than I am, as I am about six foot two, but we are both leaning against the waist high fence, so we are basically level with each other. He had a face that showed every damn emotion in his weak little heart, his shabby jeans were stained, and had a few burns in them, his thick leather boots were scuffed, and his black T-shirt had holes all along the seam. His red hair looked orange in the sun, and there was a smear of orangey red dust across his weather beaten, face. This was most defiantly a Weasely… I am getting bored of his constant talking, so I take one last glance at Fianna, and am about to turn away when he sais,

"Oh yeah, I brought my sister along too, she is fascinated with Dragons. She also brought along a friend that she went to school with a few years ago…ugh, little sisters!" He said fondly…he obviously adored every hair on his sister's head. Great, just what I need, more bleeding Weaselys. I ignore him and walk away, back up to the mountain lodge. Fianna exploded fire into the air, and it rained down around her. It was her way of bidding me farewell. I allow myself the smallest of smiles, before I slip into the Lodge.

I sigh and look at myself in the mirror. It seems like I have nothing to suit a Dragon preserve. Charlie just told me to wear old jeans and a T-shirt, but all my jeans are old, and I don't really want any of them wrecked. Luna sighed as she walked over to me.

"Here!" She said impatiently, shoving a beautiful pair of jeans at me, from her own old Hogwarts trunk.

"Luna! These are beautiful!" I gasp, but Luna wrinkled up her nose.

"I don't like them, the flare starts from the knee, and it makes me uncomfortable. You have them, you are pretty much the same size as me." I brush my hands over the lovely dark black colour of the jeans.

"Are you sure?" I ask, but by the time I look up, she was already half way out the door.

"Yeah, try them on, and meet me later, I'm going to go find Charlie." She said impatiently, and disappeared through the hard wood door. The room Charlie had rented out for us was like a cabin. The walls looked like they were made up of huge logs stacked on top of each other, and the floor was wood too. There was a huge oak wardrobe for us to put our cloths in, and a balcony that over looked the mountains. I knew I would enjoy sitting there and watching the Dragons. The two beds were made of wood too, and the beat spreads had quilted patterns on them. And there was a painting of a blue Dragon next to the door, fire coming from its throat in a beautiful display of heat.

I slip on the jeans, and pull on a green T-shirt. I examine my hair in the mirror. It is very long now, I let it grown out once I finished school. It now goes to my wait and curls in big loose ringlets, Luna taught me a spell to make it like that. I contemplate leaving it down, but then I look out side, the reddish-pink dust from the mountains was blowing around quite violently, so I pull it up, to prevent it from getting into my eyes in the wind. Then, a pair of scuffy black boots go on and I am ready to go see some Dragons. I grab my wand and run out the door, I was about go outside when I slammed into someone, strong hands grabbed my to keep me from falling, and I had to force myself not to scream in surprise. Once I was steadied, I looked up to see who had caught me. My eyes met stormy eyes of steel grey, and I immediately backed away a few steps.

"Malfoy?" I gasp, I haven't seen him since school! I examined him, to see how much he had changed. He was taller, and had a big more muscle to him. He had the sturdy figure of a man, no longer a lanky seventeen-year-old boy. Hi hair was slicked back as always, but his eyes seemed softer than they used to be…and of course, the muggle dress was a surprise…but, you can't very well wear a robe when you are working with Dragons, more of chance for you to catch fire…or, at least that was what Charlie had said. The muggle dress did suit him, surprisingly. The black T-shirt was form fitting, and it brought definition to his chest muscles. His arms had muscle too, they weren't bulging disgustingly with veins, but they made him look strong. His simple blue jeans bunched up around his boots, and made him look gorgeous, in an impossibly casual way. He was quite the sight.

"Weaselette, if you are done staring, would you kindly move yourself from my presence, I have better things to do that stand here while you mentally take off my cloths." He growled at me, and stalked off, moving like a leopard on the prowl.

"Hello to you too." I mutter to myself, and slip out the door into the dusty mountain range. Luna was leaning against the fence, staring in awe at something in the distance. As I neared the fence, I realised what it was that Luna was gaping at. It was a beautiful Dragon. She glistened in the sunlight, as if she was made of garnet and gold. And just as I leaned against the fence with Luna, she spread her beautiful wings and took off; sending the rust-red mountain dust everywhere, fire sprouting from her mouth in a dazzling shower of flame. She was there only a moment, before she flitted like a shadow over the mountaintop.

"Oh Gods…that was amazing!" I gasped. My heart was beating hard. I have seen dragons before, but nothing like that. The only dragons I have ever seen were at Hogwarts in my third year, Harry went up against a Horntail. That had been spectacular as well, but the black mass of scales that Harry had out-witted seemed ugly compared to the scarlet-winged goddess I had just seen. Luna looked at me.

"Yeah, I know, Charlie said her name was Fianna…you'll never guess who she belongs to." Luna had peaked my interest.

"Who?"

"Draco Malfoy."

A/N Sorry it took me so long to post this! I went away for Easter Weekend, and didn't have a chance! Please review! I changed my writing to first person, tell me if you would rather me go back to third person. I am not very experienced at writing this way, but I think it gives the story a different feel. Well, tell me what you think!

Ashen

P.S. I am glad every one liked 'An Emerald Ring' I am going to miss it!