THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 10: People of a Suspicious Nature

We must have dozed off. I wake up in a bit of a panic when I reach for Aegon and don't feel him there.

"Aegon!" I yell shooting upright in the bed.

Draco's arms trap me, pulling me back into his overheated embrace.

"Shhhh love. Remember he's at the burrow with Harry and Ginny for his monthly run about in wild remember?" Draco says softly, while running his arm up and down my spine soothing me.

"Thank the stars for small miracles. Well now that we've successfully avoided my impending panic attack.. are you hungry?" I ask, leaning into his side, and running my hands through the dark blonde dusting of hair on his chest.

"Ravenous. And not just for you. Its exhausting fueling this temple of perfection." He mumbles, taking a deep breath of my hair.

"Your modesty never ceases to astound me," I say, with a little giggle. "How do you feel about pizza? There's a little place not to terribly far from here I used to go every Wednesday with m-my parents."

Pretty proud of myself for managing to only sputter once getting that out. Honestly its been years, for the most part I'm rather desensitized from it. It got easier once I re-entered their lives, even if it wasn't in the form of their daughter.

"I'd follow you anywhere Granger. I'd love some pizza. I'm actually excited at the idea of eating it with my hands. Mother only let me eat it with a knife and fork. Malfoys can't be seen eating like muggle savages after all."

Rolling my eyes, I heave myself up and start to rummage around my room for some clothes. Ugh. Everything I have is going to be so tight. I'd forgotten how thin I'd been through school. Stressing over saving the world is one heck of a diet, let me tell ya.

After going through all my jeans, I close the drawer in defeat. Not because I won't fit in any of them, because lets face is this arse is fantastic, but because I know I'm going to have to borrow a dress from my mum's closet.

Draco is looking down into my enchanted bag, presumably searching through it for his options. Now that I think about it.. I don't think I've got more clothes packed for him.

"Come on. Let's head over to my parents room. We'll wear some of their clothes. I'll definitely have to spell my dad's to fit you though since you're built a bit like a brick house."

Not hesitating once I get to their room, I open the door and head inside with the warmth of Draco's body behind me giving me more strength. My new constant. My dragon.

Grabbing what appears to be the largest shirt my dad owned, I toss it over, as I (cringe a bit) grab some underwear and jeans. Not going to lie.. I'm super pumped to see his ass in denims.

"I'll spell them to fit love. You go find yourself something. I'm a bit rusty. I've not had to spell my clothes since this whole dragon business started. Then I put on muscle rather quickly."

With a small gulp of nerves, I slide through my options in mum's closet. Sadness never comes though as I take in her clothing, realizing she had no fashion sense whatsoever. That makes me smile, remembering how she dressed in a very standard mom-like fashion, never one to go out of her way to follow trends.

I'm about to give up when I spot a hint of a sage like green at the back. Pulling it out, I see a dress I've never once seen my mum wear, but that I'm absolutely in love with.

It fits perfectly. Hitting just a bit above the knee since she was taller than me, I slide the spaghetti straps onto my shoulders and face Draco. Obviously he loves how form fitting it is, the silk like sage colored material hugging my body nicely.