A/N I want to apologize beforehand if you're disappointed with where my story's heading so please bear with me. You're always free to review my story (Actually please please please review it! ) and give any ideas and opinions. I also want to apologize for any historical errors I may make. But enough from me. Enjoy!
Suddenly she heard Malfoy's voice somewhere distant calling to her. "Hermione, grab onto me!"
She obeyed whether she believed she did hear it or not and felt a strange sensation pull at her body and she was falling- falling into darkness.
Chapter Three: Grey
A small dragon, the length of a human palm, prowled in the thick undergrowth, sniffing the air for some likely prey. Even for its size it can be a deadly predator with its agile body, sharp claws, vigilant eyes, armour like scales and swift wings.
He smelt something and cautiously scurried through the forest, following his acute sense of smell.
A body lay sprawled on the ground. From its head of bushy, brown hair and petite body frame, the dragon assumed it must be a human girl. But she seemed unconscious. Sensing there was no immediate danger, he circled around the girl playfully, sniffing her pockets. His rough nose touched the surface of something smooth and cold. Carefully he bit the object in his mouth and pulled it out.
Just at that moment, a wooden arrow shot through the air. The head pierced the flesh of the dragon's tail. With an agonising cry, he bounded off, the object still in its mouth. A trail of red blood, soon to betray his dying place.
A young man stepped out from behind a tree. His white-blonde hair gleamed in the sun's rays leaking from the canopy above. His grey eyes were filled with concern as he silently walked towards her.
In his right hand he held a silver bow and on his back slung his peacock arrows. The loose white, cotton shirt accentuated his broad shoulders and his long breeches shaped his strong legs. A leather belt sat loosely around his hips. Tied to it were a small leather pouch and a sheathed dagger.
He knelt down beside her, his brows furrowed. Brushing aside her hair, he inhaled. She is beautiful, he thought. He quickly slung his bow over his shoulder then very gently, picked her up in his arms bridal-style.
Her eyes fluttered momentarily.
"Mal…foy" She managed before sliding into unconsciousness again.
The young man blinked in surprise. Did she know him? No she couldn't. But then again, who wouldn't know the Malfoys.
They ruled Selstorr as King and Queen. They were fair to those who they saw use in, and cast away those who had no value. Being obsessed with magic, they were pure bloods but they did not discriminate against half-bloods or muggle-born. Even if you had some magic in your blood, then you belonged, was their criteria.
He made his way home, carrying her in his arms and not once did he feel tired. She was warm against his body despite her face being suffused with a sickly pale colour. On arriving, his mother was sitting outside in the front garden, a book in her hands.
"Mother! I found a girl unconscious in the forest." He cried to her.
He needn't say no more as his mother quickly scurried into the house to prepare a room for her, worry written all over her face. He placed her tenderly onto the soft bed and left the room while his mother busied herself with the girl.
"Bring some honey porridge dear. She'll be hungry when she wakes". She said to her son as she gently cleaned the girl's face and hands.