Title: A Legacy of Draco
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 350
Warnings: None
Draco loved the feeling of the crisp autumn night as he worked on his Astronomy assignment. He was to observe and chart Orion. His peace was interrupted when from behind him he heard his name.
"Draco?"
Glancing over his shoulder Hermione Granger, Hogwarts resident swot, stood in the doorway, her hands twisting together like pretzels. Looking back to the heavens through the lens, Draco said, "I still have thirty minutes."
"I know. I came to ask you for your help." Hermione prayed he wouldn't laugh at her.
It didn't happen. Draco snickered before responding to her, "My help? When in the last seven years have you ever needed help and why would you ask me?"
Turning to look at her, Draco watched as she stood straighter to meet his grey eyes with her deep amber ones as she quietly spoke, "I don't like asking for help. Although, I need help with the historical aspect for the presentation to the class. You just have intimate knowledge of my constellation. I felt you would be the better resource than the books from the library that I found."
Stepping slowly closer to him before she continued, "Ironically, I've had to research and chart the constellation Draco." He didn't miss the small blush on her cheeks while avoiding his eyes the closer she came to him. "I read that both Athena and Hercules defeated the dragon. Her against the Titans and him to retrieve the Golden Apples of Hesperides. It seems Draco was powerful but was sadly defeated. I don't fully understand that. Am I missing something important?"
Placing her hands in his, "His defeats do not define his power. There is another part to his legacy. Draco is also the guardian of the Golden Fleece. That's where," he reached over to trace her jaw with his fingers looking her in the eyes, moving closer, his voice becoming a whisper before his lips were mere inches from hers, "his true power lies in his ability to protect what is his."
Draco closed his lips over hers briefly before whispering, "Mine."
Smiling, "Yours" she responded.