Setting: Set in an alternative universe where the battles that happened after Book 4 in the real novel didn't happen, and Harry had somehow managed to defeat Voldemort during his short stint in the middle of the cemetery while trying to save Cedric.

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Chapter 18

A month past so quickly that and Ron and Draco didn't even notice the time flying by. Ron and Draco fell into the unusual but very comfortable rhythm of their new lives.

Harry and Hermione were forever mistrustful Draco's new presence in their click, but as Draco still maintained his old schedule with the Slytherins, Harry and Hermione did not have to meet Draco that often.

As time went by, Draco started to feel increasingly more neglected. Ron began to spend less time with Draco aside from classes, and Quidditch would take him away as well. Neither dragon was allowed on the teams anymore due to an unfair advantage, but Harry and Ron's friends still had friendly matches and they always invited Ron along.

Draco tried not to let it get to him, and focused more on his training, aiming to become the best fire dragon that he could possibly be.

Once classes were over for the day, Draco would head back and spend the day with Silvia, who was always eager to show Draco new and strange things about what he could and couldn't do with his body and power. Ron would usually join them later after studying or hanging out with his friends. There were two days fixed when they had to come in for *scheduled classes*, but Silvia never like to teach in the middle of the afternoon, which was when the classes were scheduled for, so Draco would go through all the things Ron missed out on when he hung out with his other friends.

Within the first month, Draco and Ron had gone past twisting and shaping small bits of wood and leaves, to making one of the tall thick oak trees inside their Dome a sort of two storied house. The beds were made out of cherry wood, and Draco was rather proud of his because he had delicately twisted and manipulated the feet of the bed to become dragon talons. All the furniture and utensils were creations of the two boys, which they were rather proud of, and the more they worked on mind control, the easier it got. At first, they'd both suffer from a severe migraine, but by the time their beds were made, they were only wincing slightly for a few moments after a mind-bend, which would shortly clear itself up.

The second month found the two male Dragons racing through the forest outside their abode, learning how to hunt.

"We do not hunt to kill. We hunt to survive" Silvia stated during her first instruction to the boys.

Silvia demonstrated by first, hunting a wolf. She showed them how she pinned it down and if she wanted it for food, would slit its neck cleanly and drain off the blood before she ate it. However, as she wasn't interested in eating it, she released it. Later on, they advanced to bears, stags, Griffins, Hippogriffs and Salamanders. They started hunting Grindylow, Merfolk, Kelpies and Selkies. Here, Draco learnt an extra lesson from Silvia which was to be able to breathe underwater for a long time by boiling it to create an air bank within himself so that he could survive underwater for up to 7 hours at a time.

Silvia, despite being a temperamental friend, was a fantastic trainer, and soon Draco and Ron were not just alert and skilled, but fearless.

Draco and Ron also started to consciously work on maintaining their Dragon forms as spiritual auras, just how Ron now saw that Gerdion had done. The new duo form of dragon-human aura gave them so much more freedom, as they were never restricted at any moment that they had to choose between being a human or a dragon - with a mere thought their dragon tail could sweep a student off their feet in the middle of a corridor, and they could fly right up and through the dome's roof-access without physically looking like a dragon.

"Gosh, did you see the look on that Centaur when we landed?" Draco grinned, slinging his bag pack over his shoulder.

It was a warm dry day and Draco and Ron were cutting through the trees in their human form after class. It was one of the rare occasions when the two of them walked back together to the Dome.

"I know! Absolute shock and horror! I can get used to that" Ron laughed " And I- Ow!" Ron suddenly cried out.

Draco spun around, his claws out, ready to slice whatever had tried to do something stupid to Ron into pieces.

Then he spotted Ron struggled from the depth of a – flower hedge!

Draco laughed and laughed and drew back his claws, and walked over to where Ron was struggling in the bush. Draco laughed so hard such that he had to pause for a moment to wipe the tears of mirth from his eyes.

"You got apprehended….by a hedge?" Draco grinned.

"Well don't just laugh! The thorns have hooked themselves on my shirt, and I can't get free!" Ron growled, struggling in his confinement "I'd sooner break out of this tangle just like that if I was able to afford more shirts!"

"Fine, let's save your precious shirt. Don't struggle, let me see. Let me see" Draco giggled and reached over to inspect the damages.

As Draco bent close, Ron was exposed to a long stretch of Draco's neck, beautiful and vulnerable. Heat rose up in Ron's cheeks, flushing his ears red. Ron looked away, embarrassed, hoping that Draco would hurry up before he too, ended up in the hedge, but only because Ron was keeping him there.

Ever since Silvia began to teach them, in fact, ever since they met Charlie and got their schedules, they had acted oblivious of each other's feelings. Light banter, friendly pats and pokes were the closest things Ron could entice out of Draco. The minute he touched a little too sweetly or moved a little too closely, Draco would find some excuse to get up and go away.

So Ron had decided that obviously, Draco didn't feel the same way about him as Ron felt about Draco. He had started drawing away from Draco increasingly, and he could see that Draco was a little upset about it, but Draco never did anything to bring Ron back, so Ron just assumed this was the way Draco wanted things to be.

However as Draco studiously untangled on a thorn from the next in Ron's shirt, Ron couldn't help but be drawn right back to that slender column of skin….

Just one touch, Ron thought to himself.

However, as Ron raised his hand to caress Draco's skin, Draco turned to look and caught Ron's upraised wrist in his hand.

The pair held each other's gaze, and for the longest moment, neither of them could speak. Their cheeks warmed at the prospect of what this could mean for the both of them, but neither could consider taking the first step, without thinking of all the repercussions of their careless actions.

Then just as Ron looked away and was about to jokingly complain about the pinpricks in his back, Draco's lips found him, and in a smooth motion, Draco pulled Ron free from the hedge and straight into his arms. Draco immediately backed Ron up against the nearest tree and kissed Ron long and deeply.

"Dra-D-D-Dra-" Ron tried to say, as Draco's hands ran underneath Ron's shirt and began to pull at the garments in earnest.

"Shut up" Draco snapped and kissed Ron even harder, giving up on undressing Ron and simply pinning Ron's arms against the tree, where they couldn't put up a fight. Not that Ron was going to.

Ron leaned forward into the kiss and as he did, Draco softened his hold for a moment, which was just enough time for Ron to break free of Draco's hold on his arms and wrap an arm around Draco's waist, his free hand disappearing into Draco's unruly golden locks, and keeping Draco right where he wanted the fire dragon to be.

Draco felt his body flush and tingle as he felt Ron's very obvious arousal pressed against his legs. He didn't know where they could take this from that point, but he wanted it, whatever it resulted in. Draco wrapped his arms around Ron's neck and pressed Ron back into the tree, enjoying the embrace. He could feel that even his dragon side was wrapping tail to tail with Ron. The mesh of cold and hot, fire and water, and all this attraction, was magical.

Suddenly, a bright light shone out from the trees. A melody coursed though Draco and Ron's bodies that seemed foreign and familiar at the same time. Draco found himself releasing Ron and walking towards the light.

"What is it?" Ron asked, his mind entirely taken over by the haunting, pulsing melody.

"I don't know, but it feels familiar" Draco replied, and took Ron's hand and grinned " Let's go find out. It's got to be something brilliant and dragon-ish if we both recognize it"

End of Chapter 18

Music I Am Listening To - Empire by Shakira