Dramione Oneshots

A Dragon's Tale Short Story Part 2

Hermione watched from inside her cage as the Slytherins got ready for bed. Okay, so she had her eyes peeled shut when the boys were changing. She really did not want to see anything nor did she want to be a pervert.

The bed beside her cage creaked as it was weighed down. She gently cracked open an eye to see Malfoy curled up in bed, staring at her. The bangs of his nearly white hair fell to the side.

"I almost forgot." The bed creaked again as Malfoy leaned over to the nightstand where her cage was placed. She squeezed her eyes shut, expecting him to do something terrible. Instead, he picked up his wand.

There was a small clinking noise when the wand was placed back onto the table. "There. Now you won't be able to leave your cage. Just in case you happen to be a smart beast."

What? She didn't even hear him utter a spell.

Just to check, she slid her tail out through the bar. Or at least tried to. Her tail came into connect with an invisible force. She narrowed her eyes at him and growled.

"Bloody beast. It's just one locking spell. If not for me, you would still be out in the streets."

Hermione huffed in indignation. Malfoy's words were unfortunately true. Oh, how she wished she were with Harry and Ron.

Ron. . . It was his bloody fault that she was in this mess. If only he had loved her.

She shook her head, riding her thoughts of the redhead. Instead, she curled up into a ball in the far corner of her cage. Tonight she will rest and tomorrow she will come up with a plan.

. . . .

The smell of something salty woke Hermione out of her deep sleep. Sitting in front of her, just inside the cage, were a couple strips of bacon. She quickly wolfed down the still warm breakfast. Her muscles were sore from sleeping curled up in a ball.

She found Malfoy sitting cross-legged on his bed working on what she assumed to be homework. It was a good thing that she had finished all of her assignments before the weekend.

Curious to see how he was faring, she tentatively took a step toward the opened cage door. Flicking her tail toward it, she found that the magic barrier was gone. Using her wings, she hopped out and over to Malfoy. She glanced at his paper and found that her first assessment was correct, he was indeed working on homework. And to her astonishment, every question was correctly answered so far.

Malfoy looked down at her with a smile. "Glad to see you looking better." He sat his homework down before picking her up. This time, she didn't try to bite him for she was still stunned at the sight of him doing his homework. For some reason, she always thought that he had others do it for him. "Sorry for the barrier last night." She had temporarily forgotten about that. A growl came as a response. Malfoy looked at her with nervous eyes. "It was as much for you protection as for ours. I can't have you biting one of those idiots, nor can I have them sneaking into your cage."

His fingers rubbed against the top of her head. His touch was gentle and quite honestly, soothing. She couldn't believe that this was the same Malfoy who was always picking on her. Malfoy leaned his face closer to hers and she found herself unable to growl at him, though she had the urge to nibble at his nose.

Hermione shook her head to rid her mind of those pesky thoughts. "You know, you remind me of a certain bookworm. It must be because of your eyes." His words sent her into shock. How did Malfoy know what her eyes looked like?

She cocked her head to the side and looked at him. He chuckled at her inquisitive movement. "You look just like her. Maybe I should call you Bookworm." Her scales bristled at his comment. What was wrong with reading? The information that books contained could come in handy in the future. She should know, she had used her knowledge gained from books during crucial events in the past.