A Dragon's Love
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,740
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Six
Chapter Six
"I can't believe Professor Grienwell had to leave RIGHT before term starts! Of all the luck," Minerva ranted at Dumbledore, who's bushy silver brows had furrowed together.
"What was her reason? It does seem rather abrupt," the elderly wizard said, putting down his cup of tea.
Putting her skinny hands through her stringy gray hair, an action only done at the most stressful times, Minerva sighed. "She said that her sister was deathly ill and she was needed straightaway... I'm not angry with her, Albus, it's just so difficult to procure a decent Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher these days."
"I'm sure you'll do swimmingly," Albus' voice was reassuring. "Do have another crumpet, it's good for the soul."
"I haven't TIME for crumpets," was Minerva's despairing response. "I've got to find a new professor before the students arrive!"
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Helena was walking towards her chambers when she bumped slightly into an extremely tall young man.
"So sorry," she said automatically, her blue eyes riveting to the strikingly handsome face. It was an unapologetically male face, raw and animal, no elegance at all in those harsh black brows, an eagle's beak of a nose, and rugged thin lips. The body was just as potently male, and reminiscent of a panther. Only one thing about him was soft, and those were the dreamy spring green eyes that seemed lit by ethereal candles.
"Hello," the man said, his lips curving in a rather curt smile. "I was here on appointment for Professor McGonnagall- might you point me towards her office?"
"Ah, yes.. it's only about three doors down actually, the one guarded by the huge marble cats." Helena couldn't pry her eyes away from this delicious specimen of male. It was as though he were some kind of male veela..
"Is there a password I may need to get through?" the man asked politely, his marvelous eyes resting on her face.
"Yes, well, it's 'Kitty Kibble'," Helena laughed at the stranger's raised eyebrow. "Professor McGonnagall has a.. tiny obsession with cats."
"I noticed." The sardonic reply made her beam openly.
"My name is Helena Simmons. Nice to meet you," she said, and turned to go.
"Moore Dresden." The sound of his voice, a deep rumbling bass, reverberated within her, not wholly unpleasant. At all.
***************
He supposed he shouldn't be upset, much less feel the burning sensation of jealousy rip through him. But dear god, he did. Draco Malfoy scowled at the sight of the sinuous Helena practically flirting with that stunted giant of a man. The lithe Potions Professor flicked the annoying strand of long ash blond hair that persisted in falling over his left eye.
Draco despised the emotions that were being stirred up within his heart. It was worse to think that.. perhaps he might start to love again. He'd grown accustomed to the numbness, had been accustomed to not hoping for love returned. It was simpler that way. To merely dabble with potions, where everything was calculable and exact. Romance no longer played a part in his life.
No, it was not that he disliked love. He had loved, and this was undeniable. But Draco Malfoy was not an idiot. Never would he allow himself to fall into the same trap twice.
Not even for a delightfully charming and beautiful witch as was Helena.
With a turn, the black robes swished around the corner of a hall, his steps as sweeping and deadly as those of the previous Potions master.
********************
The Hogwarts Express screeched in front of Platform 9 and 3/4 as loving parents kissed their children goodbye, loaded with bundles and pets. Angelique Weasley sighed annoyedly as her petite blonde mother wrapped her arms about her once more.
"Mother, I will be FINE. I'm ELEVEN, not a little baby," the girl said, settling her black robes straight.
"I know, dear. You're all grown up," Flora Weasley smiled, brushing a proud tear from her eye. "But you'll always be my little girl, you know." The lovely woman's smile widened at the eye roll her daughter couldn't withhold.
Angelique was awkward in her farewells. "Well, I should go now and meet up with Elizabeth and Lily then. I'll see you Christmas, I expect. Goodbye, then." Swiftly, the slim girl ran into a compartment, breathing a sigh of relief as she was left to the confines of the Hogwarts Express.
It wasn't that she didn't love her parents. She did. Undeniably. Flora and Fred Weasley were the most envied couple in her neighborhood. Handsome, young, wealthy, and so devoted to one another, they really were a fairytale story. Of course Angelique could not help adoring them. She just felt so.. odd lately. Amidst all the perfection about her, Angelique did not feel fit to live in such an environment.
She wasn't that pretty, in her own opinion, being too thin and too tall, like a stork. Her hair was all right, being long and straight, but it was as red as a firetruck. She also had felt rather neglected, because of her younger sisters, Arielle and the new baby Ada. Arielle, at eight, was much prettier than Angelique had ever been, with perfectly curled sunset hair and bright blue eyes. And Ada was adorable, ash blond wispy hair and eyes that were just like their mother's.
As the eldest child, she had no resentments against her younger siblings, but sometimes it just felt like she was superfluous. The awkward sister, with too red hair, and who liked nothing better than books. She didn't feel like Fred and Flora's daughter at ALL. Neither hilarious or witty or delicately gorgeous or sweet. An ugly sigh escaped her.
"Hey, Angelique!" The girl looked up, a smile brightening the tiny oval face as she saw an auburn-haired girl with warm hazel eyes- her best friend and cousin, Elizabeth Weasley. She was the daughter of Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione, and the two got along swimmingly.
"I've missed you," Angelique squealed, hugging the petite girl as the train whooshed forward. "How have you been?"
"France was amazing. Mum and I just got all the Hogwarts stuff yesterday," Beth explained, brandishing her wand proudly. "It's made of mahogany and contains a raven's feather!"
"Ooh, that's cool," Angelique said. "Mine is awesome- it's silver ash, with a strand of lion's mane."
"Aren't you excited about getting sorted?" her cousin asked. "I hope I'll be in either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor- whichever one you're in."
"Yes, that would be -" the compartment door swung open.
"I see you guys didn't wait for me," smiled Lily Potter, her shiny black hair all over her pinkened cheeks. Green eyed and jet haired, she was the image of Harry Potter in coloring, but looked as pretty as Ginny.
"We figured you'd get here sooner or later," Elizabeth said. "Did you notice that handsome third year Corey Firth? He IS divine." Girlish gossip and chatter continued, and Angelique settled down comfortably, a wistful look on her face.
Most of Angelique's self consciousness disappeared when she was with her cousins. They were really the only ones who she could be herself with and not feel.. unworthy.
*************
"I can't believe Professor Grienwell had to leave RIGHT before term starts! Of all the luck," Minerva ranted at Dumbledore, who's bushy silver brows had furrowed together.
"What was her reason? It does seem rather abrupt," the elderly wizard said, putting down his cup of tea.
Putting her skinny hands through her stringy gray hair, an action only done at the most stressful times, Minerva sighed. "She said that her sister was deathly ill and she was needed straightaway... I'm not angry with her, Albus, it's just so difficult to procure a decent Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher these days."
"I'm sure you'll do swimmingly," Albus' voice was reassuring. "Do have another crumpet, it's good for the soul."
"I haven't TIME for crumpets," was Minerva's despairing response. "I've got to find a new professor before the students arrive!"
************************
Helena was walking towards her chambers when she bumped slightly into an extremely tall young man.
"So sorry," she said automatically, her blue eyes riveting to the strikingly handsome face. It was an unapologetically male face, raw and animal, no elegance at all in those harsh black brows, an eagle's beak of a nose, and rugged thin lips. The body was just as potently male, and reminiscent of a panther. Only one thing about him was soft, and those were the dreamy spring green eyes that seemed lit by ethereal candles.
"Hello," the man said, his lips curving in a rather curt smile. "I was here on appointment for Professor McGonnagall- might you point me towards her office?"
"Ah, yes.. it's only about three doors down actually, the one guarded by the huge marble cats." Helena couldn't pry her eyes away from this delicious specimen of male. It was as though he were some kind of male veela..
"Is there a password I may need to get through?" the man asked politely, his marvelous eyes resting on her face.
"Yes, well, it's 'Kitty Kibble'," Helena laughed at the stranger's raised eyebrow. "Professor McGonnagall has a.. tiny obsession with cats."
"I noticed." The sardonic reply made her beam openly.
"My name is Helena Simmons. Nice to meet you," she said, and turned to go.
"Moore Dresden." The sound of his voice, a deep rumbling bass, reverberated within her, not wholly unpleasant. At all.
***************
He supposed he shouldn't be upset, much less feel the burning sensation of jealousy rip through him. But dear god, he did. Draco Malfoy scowled at the sight of the sinuous Helena practically flirting with that stunted giant of a man. The lithe Potions Professor flicked the annoying strand of long ash blond hair that persisted in falling over his left eye.
Draco despised the emotions that were being stirred up within his heart. It was worse to think that.. perhaps he might start to love again. He'd grown accustomed to the numbness, had been accustomed to not hoping for love returned. It was simpler that way. To merely dabble with potions, where everything was calculable and exact. Romance no longer played a part in his life.
No, it was not that he disliked love. He had loved, and this was undeniable. But Draco Malfoy was not an idiot. Never would he allow himself to fall into the same trap twice.
Not even for a delightfully charming and beautiful witch as was Helena.
With a turn, the black robes swished around the corner of a hall, his steps as sweeping and deadly as those of the previous Potions master.
********************
The Hogwarts Express screeched in front of Platform 9 and 3/4 as loving parents kissed their children goodbye, loaded with bundles and pets. Angelique Weasley sighed annoyedly as her petite blonde mother wrapped her arms about her once more.
"Mother, I will be FINE. I'm ELEVEN, not a little baby," the girl said, settling her black robes straight.
"I know, dear. You're all grown up," Flora Weasley smiled, brushing a proud tear from her eye. "But you'll always be my little girl, you know." The lovely woman's smile widened at the eye roll her daughter couldn't withhold.
Angelique was awkward in her farewells. "Well, I should go now and meet up with Elizabeth and Lily then. I'll see you Christmas, I expect. Goodbye, then." Swiftly, the slim girl ran into a compartment, breathing a sigh of relief as she was left to the confines of the Hogwarts Express.
It wasn't that she didn't love her parents. She did. Undeniably. Flora and Fred Weasley were the most envied couple in her neighborhood. Handsome, young, wealthy, and so devoted to one another, they really were a fairytale story. Of course Angelique could not help adoring them. She just felt so.. odd lately. Amidst all the perfection about her, Angelique did not feel fit to live in such an environment.
She wasn't that pretty, in her own opinion, being too thin and too tall, like a stork. Her hair was all right, being long and straight, but it was as red as a firetruck. She also had felt rather neglected, because of her younger sisters, Arielle and the new baby Ada. Arielle, at eight, was much prettier than Angelique had ever been, with perfectly curled sunset hair and bright blue eyes. And Ada was adorable, ash blond wispy hair and eyes that were just like their mother's.
As the eldest child, she had no resentments against her younger siblings, but sometimes it just felt like she was superfluous. The awkward sister, with too red hair, and who liked nothing better than books. She didn't feel like Fred and Flora's daughter at ALL. Neither hilarious or witty or delicately gorgeous or sweet. An ugly sigh escaped her.
"Hey, Angelique!" The girl looked up, a smile brightening the tiny oval face as she saw an auburn-haired girl with warm hazel eyes- her best friend and cousin, Elizabeth Weasley. She was the daughter of Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione, and the two got along swimmingly.
"I've missed you," Angelique squealed, hugging the petite girl as the train whooshed forward. "How have you been?"
"France was amazing. Mum and I just got all the Hogwarts stuff yesterday," Beth explained, brandishing her wand proudly. "It's made of mahogany and contains a raven's feather!"
"Ooh, that's cool," Angelique said. "Mine is awesome- it's silver ash, with a strand of lion's mane."
"Aren't you excited about getting sorted?" her cousin asked. "I hope I'll be in either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor- whichever one you're in."
"Yes, that would be -" the compartment door swung open.
"I see you guys didn't wait for me," smiled Lily Potter, her shiny black hair all over her pinkened cheeks. Green eyed and jet haired, she was the image of Harry Potter in coloring, but looked as pretty as Ginny.
"We figured you'd get here sooner or later," Elizabeth said. "Did you notice that handsome third year Corey Firth? He IS divine." Girlish gossip and chatter continued, and Angelique settled down comfortably, a wistful look on her face.
Most of Angelique's self consciousness disappeared when she was with her cousins. They were really the only ones who she could be herself with and not feel.. unworthy.
*************