Ginny Weasley watches on with shock, fear, and a bit of…excitement, as Draco Malfoy, boy who did something to her mind before Hermione helped her, the boy who seemed to like her a little too much, with his gifts, his demeanor, and his general insistence that she be his, the boy who tortured her brother and Harry, goes toe to toe with a bloody Dragon. Only it's more than that, it's deeper than that.
Before her are two titans clashing, with one towering over the other and asserting its dominance. Only…it isn't the dragon that she would've bet on if asked only seconds before this began. It…nothing makes sense anymore. She…sees what's going on but she doesn't really understand it, and yet still it's happening: Draco Malfoy is conquering a dragon.
BOOM! Correction, he has conquered a dragon. What even is her life anymore? Is it weird that she finds it kinda hot? Her face flushes with embarrassment and shame, as the boy in question turns to her with a hungry look in his eye and smirks. What is wrong with her?
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Bloody hell! He knew Draco was off his rocker, but to fight a dragon head on? Blaise shakes his head in disbelief. Forget his name, and the symbolism and all that jazz, to challenge a dragon head is insane, and to actually win is…it's very Draco, and of course it works out like everything else the boy does. He'd like to pretend that he knew his mate could best a dragon, but the dark-skinned boy would be lying his arse off.
Eyes wide, he stares on with an understanding that only increases the fear and the awe he feels. Glancing around while keeping one eye on the battle, he can tell that only himself and perhaps Dumbledore really know what's going on. Draco is overpowering a dragon, and he's doing it with magic that is beyond anything seen in this world. Blaise recognizes the lightning spell used, one that Draco taught him, only here it is more powerful, it is stronger by multitudes indescribable.
His trained eye watches on as the fearsome predator of the Wizarding World is preyed upon by a new, more terrifying one, one whom happens to be his best mate. He recognizes another spell, the telekinesis spell, but again the power is exponentially greater than the levels he's familiar with. Said spell lifts the dragon, rendering it helpless at it flails in panic, and then slams it hard into the ground, cracking the solid earth with the blow, and shaking the school grounds. A similar spell forces the giant winged lizard to bow, something that shouldn't be possible to Blaise's knowledge, and then he sees it: the fear in the dragon's eyes, the fire in its chest, the impossibly sharp teeth as it opens its maw.
A dragon's fire erupts from the beast's maw…only for it to be enveloped by Draco's own flames, exhaled from his mouth, that overpower the dragon's own, washing over it like it was born from the sea…and transfigured into Fiendfyre. When the smoke clears he can see the sky again. There flies the Dragon Slayer, Draco Malfoy. Triumphant.