Bride of the HP Dragon

Everything happens in an instant.

Harry jumped up on the table, not knowing whether to help Ron or to break the fight between the two.Hermione rushed forward to help him, but Harry urgently asked her to stay away, lest she be accidentally injured.

He should probably stay away, too.

Ron, who had only attended Weasley's family weeding classes, could only stare at Draco dumbfounded at first, until he gave Draco a hard push in the chest in return.At least, he tried to do that.

He was half a head taller than Draco and had longer hands, but even so, it soon proved that he couldn't move fast enough.

Draco avoided him, which meant Ron's push missed and unfortunately hit Harry, who was hanging aside.

"Ron, you idiot." Harry gasped and got up from the ground, rubbing his throat.

Ron turned back, snarling at Draco with renewed rage, and tried to grab him by the waist and twist him, but Harry caught him.Ron scrambled forward and fell on his stomach, his jaw about to hit the edge of the table hard, but Draco pushed the table away at the last minute.

Hermione was at a loss with her wand in the face of the chaos, she didn't know whether to give them a faint or clear water.

Then Mrs. Pince appeared.

Half an hour later, three boys (two submissive, one reluctant) were sitting next to Ginny in the Great Hall when they were hurled out of the library in a fit of rage by Mrs. Pince.

The Great Hall was empty, save for a third-year Hufflepuff reading a newspaper on his house desk and humming a song to the Fates.When he saw Ron he clutched the newspaper to his chest, because the Gryffindor prefects had snatched his newspaper yesterday.

"Private time, get out," Ron told the unfortunate kid.

Harry gave the kid a kind look for disturbing his peace, and the boy walked away blushing and smiling slightly.

That's Harry's appeal.

Ginny's brown eyes widened as Harry relayed Hermione's news, while an uncaring Draco offered no help.The boys looked confused.

Still disheveled, Harry unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and rubbed his neck.Draco's tie was hanging out of the pocket of his school trousers, looking distraught.His snow-white school uniform shirt was completely ripped open, and the buttons were missing.But worst of all was Ron, who had dark circles under his eyes (first red, then purple) and his sleeves were torn.

Harry found it odd that he should explain Hermione's personal situation to Ginny, while Draco sat across from them.Malfoy folded his arms, a sneer of "what if" on his pale face, but Harry managed to finish the story without coughing too much.

The youngest of the Weasleys was engrossed, without interrupting Harry.But once in a while, she would glance at Draco, as if to make sure that he was really sitting with them at the Gryffindor table and that this wasn't just her imagination.

Draco and Ron were still killing each other with their eyes.

"Where's Hermione?" Ginny asked after Harry had finished speaking.

"She's going to the kitchen to get some ice." Harry stole a glance at Ron's rapidly swollen right eye.

"Does it hurt?" Ginny asked her brother, but there was no sympathy in her tone.

Ron glared at Draco angrily: "It doesn't hurt, because this guy has the same strength as a girl."

Ginny snorted coldly: "Last time I hit you, you almost cried."

"That was three years ago, if you remember, and you didn't slap me in the face."

"What you said to him is unforgivable," Ginny frowned at Ron. "You'll scare Mummy."

No one would be quiet at the mention of "mother", Harry looked uncomfortable, Ron was a bit contrite, and Draco... Ginny looked at him brightly, Draco looked bored.Ginny wondered if this was his way of hiding his anger when something like this happened to him.

It took her a short time to absorb the startling news, and deep down she even wanted to put her hands over her mouth and run to Hermione for some details.

Harry wasn't interested in details, and he wasn't very good at remembering them.He is a "vague concept" person.

Ginny knew that Malfoy could - his reputation was always detailed in the gossip at school - but Ginny wanted to know something else from Hermione, about her adventures.

"Then why did you marry her?" It was a really weird question, because no one had asked it before, and Ginny guessed it was a girl's job to ask.

Draco gave her his trademark look of contempt, and there was a lot of menace in it, Malfoy always looked a little unnervingly at people like this, as he was doing now, he had a pair of very Beautiful eyes, but heavily guarded.But Ginny was too curious to feel uneasy.

"Huh?" she asked.

"I think we've defined that part as wrong."

"Sleeping with her can be flagged as wrong, but getting married and getting tattoos is a bit too much..."

The muscles on his jaw twitched: "Did you forget that we were all drunk?"

Ron snorted: "So what? From what I've heard, you and your companions get drunk every other week, and Hermione is known to have no capacity for alcohol at all. You must have guessed it."

"Are you saying these things are all my fault?" Draco looked at Ron fiercely.

"Damn it's your fault," Harry pointed out. "You took advantage of her."

"I account for..." Draco was furious, he wished he still had the scratch marks on his back and the hickey marks on his neck from the first night, to show them.Her friend seemed determined to characterize Granger as a "victim" in the whole dastardly affair.

But Ron suddenly seemed to want to end the dispute: "Obviously she is innocent. Are you going to say that you have a pair of angel wings on your back? Malfoy, angel wings."

Ginny's eyes lit up: "Oh, can I have a look?"

"No." Harry and Ron said in unison.

"They don't have to be a pair of angel wings, per se. Lots of things have... wings..." Draco felt like an idiot, but he couldn't help it.

"And Hermione got a dragon in a very sensitive place, Ginny speculated: "Tell me what?" "

"What? Where's the dragon?" Draco couldn't help asking her, her brother looked like a Muggle fire hydrant, all red.

"I'm not sure I have the consent to let the conversation go this far..." Ron muttered.

Draco laughed: "I don't think you agreed to have the dragon tattoo on Granger's thigh either."

Ron begged Harry: "Harry, can you just shut him up?"

"I'm not the one to ask about his goddamn tattoos!"

Ginny happily ignored Ron and Harry: "Did you know about FidaMia before you got tattooed?"

Draco wanted to say yes, he had a bit of a vague idea, but then changed his mind and it sounded more like criminal evidence to them, so he addressed Ron next.

"I can see that your sister is suffering the same pain as Granger."

"What pain?" Ron asked cautiously.

"Love to ask questions. So I'm going to talk to Potter, and the Weasleys don't mind walking away?"

Ginny dismissed the suggestion: "Hermione is my friend too," she sniffed: "I'm staying."

"This is not a conversation for sentimental people."

"I'm not sentimental," she argued.

Dracopi smiled: "I mean your brother."

"You bastard." Ron spat.

"Bastard Weasley," Draco retorted.

Ginny asked Harry for help: "Can we hurry up and get it done before Hermione comes back?"

Harry thought for a moment and said, "I can't let her stay with me in Grimmauld Place all summer, she'll want to see her parents."

"Grimmauld Place," Draco repeated the familiar name: "Where have I heard that?"

"This is the former Blake house, you remember."

"You mean Sirius Black's house?"

Harry's eyes deepened: "Yes, that's right." He wondered if Malfoy knew it was his aunt who killed Sirius.

"Damn it, Potter. You made her do it, make her do it."

Harry jumped up at Draco's almost obvious frustration: "Malfoy, you probably forgot that this girl has her own mind."

"About recruiting," Ginny put in, "what exactly does the Ministry want you to do?"

"Given my circle, the Ministry of Magic seems to think that I have access to recruiters, or can identify people up close," Draco said, "which makes sense, except that I have no interest in it. "

"My God," said Ron, "then you think this has something to do with Tonks' disappearance?"

It became increasingly apparent that Draco was in dire straits.

The topic of Tonks' disappearance made several people more sober: "Yes, this incident is related to the murder that happened in Knockturn Alley last night. The murder case should be published in today's newspaper."

Ron glanced at the Hufflepuff table: "Damn it! Where did the boy with the newspaper go?"

"You told him to go away, remember?" Ginny reminded dryly.

"How can you tell who that person is if you have no clue?"

"No idea, Potter," Draco admitted, "but I'll set up a suggestion box, and if you have an idea, please throw anything in there."

"I don't like it at all, and if Daddy's going to make Malfoy work like this, he's going to be desperate," Ginny told Ron.

"Daddy's motive has nothing to do with our conversation." Ron's tone was a little angry, and the two siblings had been arguing for a long time.

"They should! He'll stay in office as long as the emergency lasts. It's an elected cabinet, Ron, and he's mandated by the will of the people."

Further discussion was interrupted by the appearance of Hermione at the hall door, looking hurried, with two kitchen towels wrapped in ice cubes.She walked towards them, nodding to Ginny.

"Hi, are you okay?" Ginny asked.

Hermione forced a smile: "It's okay, so they told you?"

"They told me," said Ginny gently, "come and sit down."

"Right now." Hermione frowned at Ron's puffy eyes, and she pressed a pack of ice cubes to his wound tenderly.

Draco didn't know what they were talking about because their voices were low, but he still caught the word "idiot" and Ron's resigned sigh.

"Oops! Take it easy!" he yelled at her, then glanced at Draco in a softer treatment.

Draco was glad the boy couldn't hold his eye for long.

He stared at the pair, squinting at Hermione's hand holding the packet of ice against Ron's face, and she looked down at him like an irritated hen.Her hair had been let loose this morning, and while she was worried about Ron, a fluffy brown lock fell over Ron's forehead and nose, and Ron didn't back away.

Draco's jealousy was irrational because Weasley and Granger had a past.

"Past" was a prettified word, and he still couldn't get rid of the unpleasant feeling.

But Draco's annoyance quickly dissipated, and when she finished with Ron, she walked around the long table to him.

Sitting next to him, she took his left hand, put it in her lap, and took a second bag of ice and put it on his swollen knuckles.

He found himself staring at the small hand holding his own for a long moment.

"How are you?" Draco blurted out without thinking, he didn't know how he came to ask this question, he just asked it when he thought about it.

Hermione looked at him meaningfully, her eyes were undisguised, and she could see everything at a glance: "I should ask you this question, did you sleep well?" she asked in a low voice, stroking his cheek with her thumb Knuckles.

"Slept well." He lied.

Ron, Harry, and Ginny stared at them blankly, Ron and Harry in confusion, and Ginny thoughtful.

Hermione returned to her seat, suddenly aware that she had an audience: "What's wrong with me staying in Grimmauld Place?"

"Malfoy seems to think you're safer staying there, or at the Burrow," Harry told her. "I happen to agree with him." Seeing Hermione's little pout, Harry added.

"That's unfortunate," said Hermione, in a Headmistress tone, "I'll visit you two, but there's no way I'm going to be locked up by Harry or the Burrow all summer." She turned to Draco: " Whether you like it or not, I will help you."

"You can't! Stay away from me until the matter is resolved!"

"So how long do you think it's going to take?" she retorted.

"If you don't mind, I was going to talk to Malfoy about it," Harry announced.

The other three stared at him: "Alone, that means the Weasleys and Hermione are leaving," Harry explained kindly.

Ginny got the signal, and she pushed hard on her brother's shoulder and stood up: "Okay, we'll stay in the common room, and Hermione will come too."

Both Ron and Hermione made it very clear they didn't want to leave, but they did as Harry told them to.

Once they were gone, Harry faced Draco with those empathetic green eyes.

"Come on, Malfoy, let's go for a walk."

Harry just wanted to go for a walk.

They didn't bother to summon their own brooms, school brooms were too slow, grumpy, and a little smelly to hold, but it was enough that they worked.

As soon as Harry's feet were off the asphalt, his mood soared, and so did Malfoy, no doubt.It was really a clear day for outdoor activities, and they stopped for a while a few hundred meters above the ground, where the air was cold and dry.Draco tried his best to do a 360-degree backflip on his shambling broom, shaking the broom the entire time.

Harry looked at him, and if Harry had to guess, it was because of Malfoy's good looks.It was a beauty that was appreciated by both sexes, but Harry was eager to discern why Hermione was interested in Malfoy.

The longer he thought about it, the less likely it was.Except, of course, for his good looks.Funny how Harry never thought Hermione would be a girl who only cares about looks.

Malfoy's hair was long, but not as much as Ron's.But Ron's hair was shaggy and endearingly wild (as one young fan put it) and Draco was...elegantly wild, and he must have spent a lot of money on haircuts.

Harry grimaced, he sounded like the headline of Witch Weekly now.

Malfoy also knows how to dress, whether it's a Quidditch leather jacket or a school uniform, with a lazy confidence, as if he doesn't know what embarrassment is, and he doesn't care what other people think.

This annoys Harry a little, because it's really unfair that Malfoy, as a teenager, doesn't experience teenage insecurities.

Now, Draco's legs were dangling on the broom, as if he didn't want to straddle it, but wanted to turn sideways, and they circled the air in silence.

It didn't matter how good the bastard was on the broom, because if there was one thing Harry was sure of, it was that he, Harry, was the better one.

But a fondness for Quidditch wasn't enough of a basis for a true friendship, and Harry realized he might never be able to like Draco, no matter what the boy meant to Hermione.

Some pasts cannot be ignored.

"Thanks for helping Ron earlier, I don't think he noticed that you pulled the table away before he hit his face."

Draco snorted coldly: "That may be because this table doesn't have a pair of chests."

Harry grinned, and Ron couldn't get Harry's help on the matter: "Oh well, but you noticed that, didn't you?"

"You called me here just to discuss Weasley's eye contact?"

"You're going to track down who murdered your mother, and I'll help."

"Thanks, Potter. But I think you're struggling to deal with the Dark Lord who killed your mother."

Malfoy's bluntness is always surprising, and it took Harry some time to regain his emotions: "When you think about it, we're basically the same kind of people, unless you think it wasn't the Death Eaters who killed you mother?"

"I'm almost certain that someone from Voldemort did it, but that doesn't mean we're going to team up or talk sweet words. I'm pretty confident I can handle it, but only if Granger isn't involved."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "She's not something you throw away when you're too busy to watch her, Malfoy."

Draco's face scowled, his broom wobbled, and he absently comforted it with his hand before speaking in a dark voice, "If you don't help, get the hell out of here. I don't want to waste any more time explaining In the current situation, I have something to do, and I will not let her distract me."

"Oh, I understand the situation! But I think you should figure out what she means to you before you can continue to do things, because if you succeed, you will not be the same person when you come back. For her to know How long she has to wait for you will help."

"She doesn't have to do that!" Draco hissed.

Something in Draco's eyes chilled Harry's blood, and suddenly Harry understood Draco's purpose, which was also Harry's.It has nothing to do with "when will he come back", "whether he can come back" is the key.

"You don't think you're coming back, do you?" Harry was unabashedly shocked by his confession.

"The conversation is over," Draco announced, and turned his broom to leave.

Harry rushed over to stop him: "I know what you're thinking, that's what I guessed, right? My own love life is already a mess."

"If you're referring to the affair with Hufflepuff Alice Crawley last month, that's an understatement, Potter."

Harry blushed, and when Draco seemed to be about to start, he grabbed Draco's broom handle: "Look, I'm in love with Ginny. But being with her exposes her, and I I guess you don't want Hermione like that either. But I'm not hard-hearted and Alice has no expectations of our relationship, it's really a smooth one. It's safer for me to be with her, you know."

"Why are you telling me this?" Draco asked softly.

"Because I realized that you are not the selfish bastard I thought at all." Harry paused for effect: "I think you should understand too."

Harry was pretty sure he was going to be abused, laughed at, despised, but none of that happened, Malfoy had no intention of it.

"If you care about her, keep her away from me." Draco frowned, not looking at Harry.

And he just leaves.