Memoirs of a Dragon Lover

Memoirs of a Dragon Lover

Chapter One - It begins

He said to me once, 'Never forget that no matter what happens, I'll always love you.' I believed him.

Every story must have a beginning (or so I've been told) and ours started not so long ago. It started during the dark times, when people were too blind to see, too busy to hear and too preoccupied to care. It was my seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It seems such a long time ago, in reality, only three years, but those three years have been enough. Too many horrors, for such a short time. But I must not let my mind wander. It will do no good for me to think about things that I can't change, not matter how hard I try, or how much I want to. As I was saying, it was my last year, and the rise and threat of Voldemort hung like a thick blanket over the school, oppressive and terrifying. I spent a lot of time on my own that year, and I suppose that that's how the whole thing started. Yes, I remember.

It was a cloudy night; so the sky shone silver outside the astronomy tower window. I was alone; at least I thought I was. Dreaming of all things past, present...future. And suddenly, there he was. He was standing in the arch of the doorway, his smirk momentarily stunned away by my presence. I reeled inside. He walked to the window, stopped, Looked out and mumbled something about the beautiful night. I said I liked the stars. He smiled then, really smiled, not just a smirk, and said he preferred the stars too. The clouded light reflected off his ivory skin, off of his silvery hair, off of his stormy eyes. Beautiful. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he was there in front of me. Hands tangled in my hair, lips finding mine. Tasting of peppermint; and smelling of leather-bound books, sealing wax and subdued sarcasm. Hands memorising every curve of my body, mouth leaving fiery trails of kisses up and down my neck. Strands of silver hair tangled in my eyelashes. Uncontrolled. Hasty breathing. Frantic whispers.

"Is this right?"

"How can it be wrong when it feels like this?" Not an answer.

Robes, like puddles of black ink on the floor. Gusts of icy cold wind blew through the window. Pushed to the floor, knees on either side of my hips, illuminated by the pale light. Raised eyebrow, questioning glance. I nodded, knowing nothing would ever be the same again...Enemy territory. His skin touched mine, nerves alive like tiny pinpricks of fire. Liquid fire running through my veins, claiming my senses. Intoxicating. Controlled breathing tickling my ear. I grimaced as he broke me, tears building up and spilling over. Tenderly he kissed them away, a side of him I'd never seen. I nodded and tentatively he began to move inside me. The breath on my ear grew faster, harsher, rhythmically Malfoy. Sweat on my face mingled with his, tasting strangely of salt and flowers, reminding me of Spring. Deep inside me a warmth began to spread...slowly at first, but then ecstasy flowed through my body. He smiled as I hissed his name through clenched teeth, looking almost as if he wouldn't mind hearing that over and over again. His smile widened and his eyes closed and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. Spread out upon the robes on the floor, breathing returning to normal, heartbeat slowing, realisation of what I...we did dawning. Opened my mouth to speak, only to find a finger pressed firmly against my lips. Eyes showing understanding. Head resting against his shoulder, treasuring the moment. His lips brushed my forehead. Soft whispers told me that it was late, we'd be in trouble if we were caught. Curfew. He stood, beautiful in his bareness. I caressed his body with my eyes, committing him to memory, the way he was in the moonlight. He wrapped my robe around me, kissed me softly on the lips, and whispered into my ear, a small, knowing smile played upon his lips.

I smiled back, "Goodnight, my Dragon."

Another smile from him. "I like that."

I left the tower then, heading into the future, unknowing, but hoping that my Dragon would be there to share it with me.

And so, my first encounter with a dragon was less than terrifying. I didn't know just then how much that one night would change me, my future and everything I believed.