THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 28: Professor Malfoy

Draco

Our mate is afraid.

I can sense it you twit. Since I'm unsure where she is at this moment, it does us little good, I grumble back at him.

He's annoyed, and I can't blame him.

I've nearly worn holes in the hardwood floor of our living room with fucking worry. But I couldn't sit on the sofa and stare at the fireplace any longer, so up I went. Fighting the urge to get out and shift to just to find her.

I was doing quite well with it thank you much, until her fear flared down our connection. Then it was by the grace of whatever god muggles worship that I've managed to not do exactly that.

When the sound of crackling fire accompanied by flash of green flames light the room, I very barely manage to not sink to my knees in relief. Especially after seeing the terror on Hermione's face. Which thankfully softens with her own relief when her eyes lock onto me.

Two quick strides and she's in my arms. She barely handed her take away to Ginny before I had her scooped up, nuzzling my face into her neck. Fucking hell I missed her.

Wicked witch didn't tell me she was leaving, and had me home worried to death..

Hermione gives me a rueful smile sending, perhaps she needs to be taught a lesson by the big bad dragon?

Brows hitting my hairline, Is that so? Do you have a professor student fantasy?

Biting her lip she nods her head before adding, I'll do whatever you want to get more points for the house cup professor.

Holy fucking hells.

Growling, I'm about to rip Hermione's clothes off when Ginny, politely interrupts.

"Okay love birds, focus for just a moment longer then you can do the freaky deaky. What made you nearly run getting us out of Hogsmeade?" Ginny says, smirking at our obvious mind to mind dirty talking.

Looking to Hermione, she seems to deflate a bit at the thought of having to voice what's happened. Effectively throwing a bucket of ice water on my libido in the process.
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Hermione

That somber-ed my own mood rather swiftly with the reminder of what's happened. Gathering my nerve, I tell them both what I'd read before I all but carried Ginny through floo network.

Instead of angry like I expected him to be, Draco seems to be mulling something over. Ginny seems to be still processing the new information as well as a bit overwhelmed.

"What's going through that head of yours Malfoy?" I ask, perching my rear on the arm of the sofa.

Tapping his chin, his eyes cut to mine before saying, "It just seems a bit purposeful. First massacre is not far from Perth, and this one not far from Wiltshire. One near your parents, the next near mine.. I don't think these places were selected at random."

"I agree. Definitely not random. Ginny do you want to stay with us until Harry gets done at work? I know it would make me feel better."

"Yes, I think that would make me feel a bit better as well. After all this I need a bit of a kip. Could I hassle you two for use of a room far far away from wherever you're going to band six ways to Sunday?" Ginny says, a mischievous smirk gracing her still paled face.

"While I make no promises on the likelihood of you not being even mildly subjected to our freaky deaky-ing as you so eloquently called it, I can promise you that our guest room is yours for as long as you need Weaselette." Draco says the her nickname with such affection, it warms my heart.