If George had met Her First.

Dragons and Coyotes

George's POV- 

I woke up roughly at three o'clock or so this morning. It might have been earlier than that.. I looked through the darkness as my eyes adjusted to the moonlight through the window. The first thing I truly saw was Meredy's bright blonde hair. The way the light shined off it was..

Fantastic. She's so cute when she sleeps! Well, not like when she was in pain and looked.. In pain. But when she's peaceful, she's adorable.

"Take a picture it lasts longer," I jumped a little.

 "You startled me," I said. She giggled and yawned.

"Why are you awake at this time?"

"Why are you?" She shrugged.

"Can't sleep."  I knew only too well her feeling. We sat in silence once again, the darkness absorbing us. The moon's light shining in gently through the window. 

"George," Meredy said quietly.

"Yes?"

"How old are you?"

"I am twenty-nine."

"When is your birthday?"

"April 1st."

"What is your patronus?"

"A coyote."

"Do you like pie?"

"Of course."

"What's your favorite kind?"

"All kinds."

"What is your favorite animal?"

"A hyena."

"Do you live here?"

"More or less. I have an apartement."

"Why are you staying here?"

"It's Christmas holiday."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Is you hair that color naturally?"

"Is yours?" Meredy shoved me jokingly and laughed. I unfurled my arms from under my head and put one around her again, pulling her close to me.

"How old are you?"

"T-twenty-seven."

"What is your birthday?" 

"J-July 30th," she tried not to stammer again, but it didn't exactly work.

"What is your patronus?"

"A dragon."

"Really?" I asked. She nodded and reached for her wand. Mustering up as much energy as she could, she whispered 'Expecto Patronum' and pointed towards the end of the room. A bright silver light immersed and a large creature that I'd had only seen a few times. "The Swedish Short-snout!" I said loudly.

Meredy smiled. "Yeah, the first Weasley I ever met introduced me to these marvelous creatures. This one just kinda stood out to me with it's blue fire."

 "The first Weasley? No way, you mean Charlie! Right? That's my older brother!" I let out a laugh as I looked at the dragon in awe.

"Watch this," Meredy said. She turned her wand and the dragon turned to face us.

"What is it do-" I began to ask, but Meredy cut me off subtly with her hand. The dragon arched it's back, then blew blue fire directly at them. I flinched, but when realizing there was no pain, I turned back and saw the light engorge me and Meredy. Slowly the fire ceased, as Meredy turned herwand back again. Then the giant dragon laid down on the floor with it's tail curled up, and slowly slid away.

"That was fantastic," I said with wide eyes. He was so shocked all I could do was shake the image from my mind. "So you know Charlie?" I finally asked.

Meredy smiled. "It was my third year of roaming and I had made my way to Romania. I found a baby dragon with a torn wing, so I picked it up and took it to the place where he works. He was the only one there so I took it to him. I remember the beautiful blue color of the baby, and Charlie told me it was a Swedish Short-snout. We talked about dragons and he mentioned the Burrow and the war and stuff. That's how I knew to come here when I got hurt. I figured if I could take Jessabell to Charlie, maybe someone here could help me. But that was years ago. I haven't seen him since maybe two or three years ago now." She curled up closer to him as she yawned.

"That's wicked, Meredy. But tell me, whose Jessabell?"

Meredy yawned again and closed her eyes. "That was Jessabell."

... The Patronus? Or the dragon? Both?