The Amendment

Chapter Thirty

Jario comes back before any of us utter a single syllable or hint of a noise, and he says as he holds something behind his back, "The work is done. Now, I have a treat for all of us."

That seems to lighten the mood, and we all breathe a bit easier. I look to Dargon who's gold eyes are still locked on my neck wounds, and I mutter to him, "You healed it, Dargon."

"I know." He says distantly, then says with a voice soaked in disappointment, "But I still let him hurt you."

"You didn't let him." I correct gently, "You gave him a whop in the face. Quite heroic actually."

"If you say so." Dargon says before grabbing his black tail which is aiming for the waistband of my sweatpants. I chuckle as I watch Dargon fight with his appendage, and finally pulls it out of my shirt and off of me.

"Gosh, I hate this thing." Dargon mumbles before holding his tail tight, but I see his irregular limb working its way out of his hands.

"I mean, what am I to do? It will not stop until it either beds you, if you know what I mean, or until it drives me mad. So mad I will have no choice but to make you truly mine." Dargon shakes his head, "Sorry. That sounds like I wouldn't want. . ."

I smile as I put a hand to his cheek, and I say softly, "I understand, Dargon. My tail has been trying to make you do the same thing."

"Your tail. . . But how would it affect me?" Dargon asks before I let my over-nine-foot tail loose. It coils around Dargon's midsection and massages his waistline as it coils more and then less. He leans against me as my tail slips on the inside of his sweats, only an inch in, not even past the black band.

"Good gosh. . ." He moans before I pull my tail away, but his hand grabs my wrist. I look up to his gold eyes, and ask softly, "What?"

"Leave it." He says before I release my tail, letting it coil around him. It tightens and then loosens, staying above his black waistline. He puts his mouth by my ear and whispers, "I see what you mean."

I chuckle before he says, "Can I do the same for you?"

I feel a blazing flush come to my face, but manage to say, "How hard is it for you to keep quiet?"

"About what? The fact - oh." Dargon's expression changes and he states, "Harder than you think, but it is worth every second."

I don't have time to respond before Dargon's tail squeezes my waist, coiling around it in affection. I grit my teeth as his tail starts pressing firmer into my skin and then relaxing. Dargon leaning over to give me a brief but fiery kiss doesn't help the sound that bursts from my lips either. It's a low moan that sounds almost frightening, like someone is in pain, but it almost makes Dargon lose control, and something completely unexpected happens. 

His wings grow twice the size; the bones stretching to sixty feet long with huge talons sprouting out the ends. The feathers shrink to the size of black scales, and Dargon contorts in agony, screaming. His tail slides off of me as he curls up on the sand, his whole body shaking uncontrollably. I watch in horror, but then see what he's being turned into, and gasp. 

Dargon's skin gets overtaken by black scales, and his body grows until he's a full fledged dragon before my eyes. His blazing gold eyes look down at me as I feel myself grinning in awe and a hint of fear. I look back to Dixon to see him smiling, and he looks to me with a broad face of joy. 

"He's completely safe, Amethyst. He is still the same." Dixon says before I ask, "Is his real name Dragon?"

"It's still Dargon, but I don't think he minds what you call him." Dixon grins before I look up at Dargon, his head at least fifty feet off of the ground. I look from his gold eyes which stay locked on me, and then down his black neck, the smooth scales glinting in the sunset's rays. His broad shoulders to his huge wings that catch my impressed gaze, then along his back which has huge black spines, sticking up like thorns. They dissipate to his tail which ends with spikes and a bit of wing in between each. 

I stroll up to him, looking at his talons which are now a foot and a half. He turns his palm over and sits on his haunches at the same time, and gestures for me to get into his hand. I step into it before sitting and he lifts me to his shoulder, and I grab onto one of his back spines, holding tight as he falls back to all fours. His huge wings stretch out before he launches into the air, and my grip almost fails me. I yelp and then hold tighter before laughing, watching as we rocket into the sky. 

He bursts through the late night clouds and then straightens out, gliding as he points down at the Slytherins on the beach. I smile as Dargon twists his head to look at me, and I make a heart with my hands. 

The most amazing things happens, and I watch with wide eyes as Dargon's black lips peel back in a smile, his huge fangs showing in a display of a grin. I throw my head back as I guffaw, and feel us descend, dropping to the beach around the others. I stay on Dargon's beefy shoulder and whisper to him, "That was great."

He responds by nudging me with his head, his slick scales brushing against my cheek. I grin and then look down to the others and shout to ask, "How did he turn to be like this? What caused it?"

Dixon looks to Colvin then Dargon, and he says, "It's a display of a very deep affection. It happens only when you're truly at peace."

"Well then." I smile at Dargon as he shakes his huge head and rolls his gold eyes, previous to us all bursting out laughing. He joins in, an extremely low decibel of a note roaring out of his mouth. It sends chills racing down my spine before Dargon puts his clawed hand out, and I step onto it, though I could just fly to the ground. I hop to the sand and look up at Dargon, who winks at me, and I feel my knees weaken beneath me at the way his eyes glint. 

"So, Jario, what was it you brought for all of us?" Dixon questions as Dargon lays down on the beach, his wings tucking up behind him. He lays his head on his huge arms and has his snout in the middle of the circle where we all are. 

I walk to him and then sit beside his eye, looking into it. The gold iris seems to envelop me, the emotions of his eye taking me away from the beach. I just gaze at his eye as he looks back, and I feel my eyes watering after I haven't blinked. I finally do, and then sprawl out in the sand aside him, happier than I've ever been. 

"I actually brought marshmallows and roasting sticks." Jario chuckles before pulling his hands from behind his back, multiple bags of each. Everyone shares a round of laughter before they set up a fire, finding materials to create a makeshift fire pit. 

I crawl over to the fire and put my stick over the fire, watching as Jario draws his back, his white marshmallow now black. We all guffaw as it sets to fire, and he blows it out. 

"When I brought Jericho back, he told me something very interesting." Jario says, "He told me that Clarissa was also Boss, your leader in the Investigation, Amethyst. She used a voice changer to make her voice sound masculine." 

I nod my head and then say with a grin, "Thankfully, we don't have to worry about them any longer."

They all start talking as their attention is no longer on me, and I put six more marshmallows on my stick, roasting them just a bit before drawing back. I curl up beside Dargon and ask quietly, "Do you want one?"

He nods his head before opening his jaws, hundreds of teeth in his black gums. I pop in all six before sitting back and slowly eating my own, watching all the Slytherins interact. I gaze to Dargon after a bit and ask, "So you can understand me, but can you talk?"

"If you want me to, but I enjoy being silent once and a while." He replies, his baritone voice coming out surprisingly quiet. I grin before I see his hand come over me, and he pulls me up beside him, coating me in a layer of warmth. As I lay under his palm and beside his jaws, I think back to our journey together, and all the moments that made me smile. 

I twist to look at him, and say with a grin, "I guess that was the amendment."