Dragonkin

Four

"Well!" Remus looked at his cubs blushing faces and had to chuckle. "Enlightening was it? Did you get some of your questions answered?"

"Did you know?" Harry blurted out. "About the fact 'Mione would need a mate like right now and the marathon sex and..."

Really, you couldn't blame Remus for his reaction to Harry's frazzled half accusation. He threw back his head and laughed. He laughed and laughed and laughed. He finally managed to get himself under control when he heard the teens huffing.

"I'm sorry, you two, but that that's what stuck out most..."

"Well, it was the most recent topic," Hermione answered primly.

"I did know Hermione would need a mate soon, but I'm afraid I never talked to Fab and Gid about their sex lives. And they kindly returned the favor." Remus grinned.

"What happens if I choose a mate and go into heat at Hogwarts?" Fretted Hermione. "When do they start? Will I have a baby every time? Are Draken pregnancies the same as human ones? I don't know what to do and it sounds like I'm going to have to give up hope of being anything but a stay at home baby-making machine!"

She wailed the last sentence in true distress. Remus rumbled softly In his chest. Moony was singing to his cub. He approached slowly knowing that no matter how accepting they appeared at the moment, their Drakens still thought of Moony as "other". He would have to remind the Draken part of them that he had earned their trust. He gently pulled her into a hug and his chest continued to rumble gently allowing Hermione to calm slightly.

"Now that your brother no longer looks like he's about to slip his skin, do want to explain that last bit to me? What makes you think you'd become nothing more than a baby-maker?"

"Once I start my heats I'm going to be a slave to my biology and be constantly popping out babies five at a time for some mate I don't even know! I'll never finish school, I'm never going to make life better for abused creatures. I'm never going to accomplish anything I wanted to do with my life!" Hermoine sobbed.

"Oh, Hermione, no!" Molly cried leaving lunch in Dobby's capable hands and gathering the distraught girl in a warm hug. Hermione breathed in Molly's warm scent of fresh bread and warm cookies. "That won't be your life unless you want it to be! Every relationship is different. Who knows who you may end up mated to, they may have a mastery or their own business, and can help more with the children than Arthur was able. You don't need to finish Hogwarts to sit your exams. Some wizarding families still homeschool entirely. You can have children and get a mastery or work in the Wizegamont or the ICW. Many Drakens do. Most submissives don't but some do, and their mates make it work. Don't fret so. Your Draken is part of you she won't lead you into anything that would make you miserable. She's not going to work against herself. Your Draken and your body will produce non-fertile heats. You may have cycles in your heats, several fertile heats followed by several nonfertile heats, or after your first clutch, you may consistently have a non-fertile heat after having a clutch. We won't know until you start having your heats. This is why I said we needed a bit of a break. To let all this sort itself in your head so you can ask questions and think about what you want to ask the council tomorrow. Let's have a nice lunch and then you go off and read your book while Harry flies around the back garden a bit. The book I saw you clutching it earlier is a very good starting point. It will give you some solid basics."

"Sounds like a solid plan, Molly," Remus nodded. "Thank you."

"Yous is all hungry and that is why yous is being so upsets. Dobby will feed yous and yous will be feeling much better," The little elf said firmly and with a snap of his fingers 'a nice lunch' became a feast with every kind of meat you could hope for.