Dramione Oneshots

A Dragon's Tale Short Story Part 3

"Come on, Ron! We're going to be late!" Ron slapped his hand away then promptly fell out of bed.

"What was that for!"

Harry shook his head at his friend. "Come on, already."

After Ron changed into his robes, the two of them ran out of their room. They ran all the way to class and were still late.

"Hermione's still missing," hissed Ron once they found their seats.

"I know. I can see," replied Harry.

"She's going to kill us. She hates to miss class."

Malfoy, who was unfortunately sitting behind them, took that time to comment. "What. Did the mudblood not have enough nerve to show up today?"

Ron's face turned the same shade of red as his hair. Harry put his hand on his shoulder, hoping Ron would take the hint. "Don't," whispered Harry for emphasis.

Ron turned to face him. "Why don't you just use the you know what to find her already."

Harry shook his head. "I promised Dumbledore that I wouldn't. Not yet."

Harry saw Malfoy's hand sky rocket into the air. "Does Gryffindor lose points since Granger couldn't bother to show up?"

The professor peered at Malfoy. "Put your hand down. And no. Miss Granger is helping professor Dumbledore with a task. She is excused from lessons today."

"Lucky," Ron muttered under his breath.

Harry shook his head. Hermione definitely was not lucky. He wondered what his friend was up to.

. . . .

Draco tucked away some food from his dinner. "I'm leaving." He announced to his roommates. They nodded, already knowing where he was off to.

Draco hurried out of the dining hall and headed for the Slytherin common room. He was able to get in a few jabs at Weasel and Potter earlier but was unable to concentrate during classes. He was worried about leaving Bookworm, especially after the previous night's events.

The common room was unsurprisingly empty. He rushed down to his room and opened the door. Bookworm peered at him from where she was curled up on his bed. Yes, he finally decided she was a girl. Bookworm reminded him too much of her namesake to not be a girl.

The little dragon leapt up from her spot and met him. He was glad to see she had settled down. When he had first awoke this morning, it was to find an antsy dragon pacing the room. None of the boys could figure out what was wrong with her and decided to leave out of her cage. It seemed to have helped.

"I brought you something." Instead of laying the food down, he tried to hand feed her. The dragon looked at him for a while before gingerly taking the food out of his hand with a snort. She reminded him so much of Granger. He wondered what the task was that Dumbledore had her on? Dumbledore. The thought of the professor instantly turned his mood sour. This was not a year he was looking forward to finishing.

. . . . .

After classes, Malfoy returned to the room with a bag of mixed fruit. He set it in front of her. "The others will be late. Bloody idiots found themselves in detention." After that, Malfoy disappeared into the bathroom.

Hermione turned her attention to her food. She was glad to have finally calmed down.

When she had awakened earlier that day to find herself still a dragon. . .she panicked. She woke the others with the tapping of her claws as she paced back-and-forth. She did not like to miss class.