THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 25: The Witch, her Wardrobe and What?!

Hermione

"Hermione? Are you listening?"

"Hmm?" I reply, making it rather obvious I was not in fact listening to a word Pansy as said.

"He's a beaut. I'll give the wanker that," She snorts. With eyes on the sky there's not doubt she's talking about the glorious silver dragon I've not been able to rip my own eyes from all day.

It's been nearly a month since we've gotten him back, and I'm still afraid if I take my eyes off him he'll disappear. That vulnerability makes me very angry. Makes me bitter that they've tainted our relationship in such a manner. Well no more. Fuck them.

He's free, and he's mine.

As are you love.

Ah blast. I never seem to occlude anymore, it's as if even the thought of cutting my mind or thoughts from his is unbearable. If I'm honest, our mental bond to speak just to one another is one of my most treasured aspects of being mated to the over grown flying lizard.

"Have you really already spaced out? Again?" Pansy says exasperated.

Blushing, I turn from the window and face my friend.

"No, I'm here. I swear. Full attention just for you Pans," I say, giving her a mock salute. The reference of course goes completely over her head considering her heritage.

"Well if you're quite done mooning over him, could you perhaps call him inside?"

A light laugh trickles out of me before I answer her.

"He's not a dog Pans," I say rolling my eyes. And as if I called for him Aegon comes zooming down the large manor hall. Nearly taking out a few horridly constructed busts of the past Lord Malfoys. Honestly he'd be doing the world a favor with the look of some of these men.

"Yes well if you're going to give me the exclusive on your engagement," she drawls, giving me a rather pointed look, "with pictures, then we need the future groom."

Draco, Pansy is bulling me into making you come inside.

When you say come inside.. what context are we talking here?

Even though I'm sure he can't see me, I cover my face with my hands-mortified.

"Merlin's tits and Morgana's beard Granger.. that.. damn. You got yourself a fucking man right there. Good god, why couldn't he have been so fit when we were messing around at Hogwarts? Its honestly not fair. I think he has muscles on top of his muscles," Pansy says with such a seriousness that I honestly believe she's mulling over the possibility.

Realizing he must have shifted, I frantically try and shove my best friend away from the window. To keep her prying eyes off my naked fiancé. Wretched woman. She's lucky I love her.

"Pansy Elanora Parkinson!"

Never one to regret a single word that's left her mouth, she just smirks at me. Again. Wretched woman!

"I'm not sure what you want me to say here Granger. If you look up manliest man of all men I'll nearly positive that you'll see a picture of that sculpted god out there!" She says, her body shaking with effort to hold in her laughter.

"Merlin Pansy.. I'm literally right here. Could you contain your open overly appreciate of another man? At least when I'm 5 feet or less from you?" Theo says from behind us. Shaking his head, at a loss for what to do with his opinionated fiancé, he loosens a resinated sigh before pecking her on the check and walking away.

"Oops.." She says biting her lip a bit before yelling out for him to wait. With a glance back, she quickly issues her instructions for Draco and I to be ready in an hour at the latest. To be in the ballroom or find myself with a ball-less future husband.