THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 6: Introductions

Merlin, the silence in my large study is stifling.

So unlike how the we are naturally, constant chatter and ribbing is the norm between the two of us. Fuck me I really don't want to get into this. Really there's not choice.

It must be done.

Hermione jumps a bit from her perch on the arm of the chaise she quite often falls asleep in when she comes to read in here.

At her reaction to hearing my dragon, I occlude before speaking to him, making sure she cannot hear us.

It may need doing, but we could have gotten one more shag before we give her the fright of her life.

Though I can feel his irritation, he doesn't respond.. thankfully.

"Draco. I-I need you to explain." Hermione raises her chin, her Gryffindor bravery seemingly making its appearance. Its obvious she's alarmed beyond belief, but it doesn't stop her from meeting my gaze. Her brown eyes lit with a fire all her own as she stares me down, willing me to answer her. Wild, frizzled curls are framing her face, and one two words blaze brightly within my brain.

Beautiful. Mine.

Having to have dropped my Occludding for a moment, Granger, bites her lip a bit as a blush warms up her neck to her cheeks.

"Well you're aware that my mother was Narcissa Black before she was a Malfoy correct?"

"Yes, that's called having a maiden name. I'm not daft you dolt," She retorts with a little growl of annoyance, summoning a hair tie and quickly roping in her untamable mane into an adorable little bun atop her head. When I don't immediately answer she snaps, "Focus Malfoy."

"Right. Okay. Not sure how to go about this but there's The Noble House of Black curse.. and well remember when my charming psychotic aunt tortured you in the drawing room of the manner? Well darling, that night it was enacted, between us."

"That does absolutely nothing to explain why I can hear two versions of your voice within my head Malfoy! So help me.. I will not end up at St. Mungo's with the Longbottoms! Is this your way of telling me that somehow Bellatrix has finally managed to drive me looney?!" Tears are pooling in her chocolate brown eyes, as her lip quivers seeming to hold her cries at bay.

In two quick strides I've got her in my embrace, pulled as tightly as possible into my chest, her head cupped in my palm roughly while the other is plastered to the small of her back. Anchored to me, I try to gather my thoughts to attempt to actually explain this better without causing her further panic.

"You're not crazy love. Not even close. You are hearing me, well us. Two entities that are both me and not. The Black curse, is not in my opinion an actual curse. Though admittedly some days like today the bloody thing makes me want to curse him. How much do you know of Dragon lore my darling?"

Muffled into my chest she says, "Enough. But not proficient. You don't get to be a writer fiction or non without Dragons coming up. Muggle or magic, they fascinate both worlds."

With great care, I shift us from the arm of the chaise, setting us on top of it with her on my lap, her head cradled beneath my chin. Even though the top her messy bun is sticking to the scruff of my prickled five-o'clock shadow, theres still the feeling of wholeness with her here in my arms.

"Malfoy I need you to stop being a vague prat and spit it out."

My mouth lilts slightly in amusement at her feisty tone.

"Well it is relevant to the curse. Apparently dragons and then "pure-blood" witches and wizards were of one body and mind. Kind of like those dragon shifter books you read and hide behind Hogwarts a History."