THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter Three: Post Game realities

Draco
"Draco if what you're claiming is true you need to speak with your father." My mother's voice whips through the lingering lust as I head to the locker room. The heat from my interaction with Hermione is replaced with cold irritation at the sight of Narcissa Malfoy standing guard over the door she knows I need to head through.

Jaw clenched I somehow manage to grit out, "And why is it I would possibly need to speak with Lucius? This is Black family business, not Malfoy. So I fail to see the purpose of involving him."

"We raised you better than this Draco. How can you dare to speak to me in such a manner?" Mother hisses, her cool Malfoy facade slipping for a moment before she promptly rights herself. With her hands absently smoothing her hair back, even though none have managed to escape her perfect bun, I can't help but feel frustration.

"No mother. You both raised me to be a blood purist, snotty, entitled little mindless minion. Let me say this once and once only mother. Whatever hatred or bias you hoard toward anyone not of pure blood, which is frankly a fucking joke considering the Black Family Curse mind you, you had better get it under control. Because there is no circumstance or alternate reality where I don't end up with Hermione Granger. And here's the bit you really need to tune into.." Leaning down into my mother's space, I whisper harshly in her ear, "I will fucking kill for what's mine mother, and make no mistake Hermione Granger is my mate."

Without granting her another glance or a mere more moment of my time, I push past her into the locker room ready to shower and get the fuck home. Because I have full intention of showing my woman just how much she's completely goddamned mine.

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Unfortunately it seems as if I'll be a bit later than intended. When I leave the showers and enter the locker crowded room to change the mood is solemn, and too fucking quiet.

For just a moment panic swarms my veins that something could have possibly happened to Hermione.. but of course my dragon pipes up at the thought.

Our mate is safe, she is not feeling terror or fear. We would have felt her need for us don't be an imbecile.

Great, I'm essentially insulting myself.

Grunting, I shove River's shoulder lightly to get his attention. River's deep tanned skin could almost be considered pale as he looks up at me from staring at his clenched fists.

"What's happened? I was only in the shower for 10 minutes. Surely the Dark Lord couldn't have returned in that amount of time," I say lightly teasing.

River jumps up, running for the loo as he loudly empties his stomach, mine own threatening to do the same at his reaction.

God this can't be good.

Adrian walks up, gripping my shoulder as he holds back tears. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before he manages to croak out any words.

"There.. there was an attack. It was on a muggle town in Australia. There are whispers its the dark lord returned, though there's been no proof. The ones claiming it are calling themselves the Pure Blood Regime."

Fuck. Granger's parents are living in a town down under. Surely there's no way they were somehow the target. That would be highly improbable.. though not impossible.

Our mate will mourn their deaths terribly. We must protect her above all costs.

We don't even know if they were harmed let alone near the incident.

"Did.. did any survive?"

Adrian shakes his said, a solemn look of devastation crossing his hash features. Though the man graduated from Drumstrang, unlike the others I've met from there he never shutters or hides his emotions.