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Draco M. & Hermione G. & Narcissa M. & Regulus B. - Words: 6,922 - Rated: M - English - Humor & Romance - Chapters: 6 - Reviews: 97 - Updated: 14-10-2018 - Published: 19-09-2018 - by Nautical Paramour (FFN)

A/N: Thank you all so much for your reviews, favorites and follows! I am so glad that you enjoyed the first drabble. Let me know if there are any particular events you would like covered! You can follow me on tumblr (nauticalparamour) where I post sneak peeks, story updates and answer questions. Big thank you to Ava Safari for beta reading this chapter!

Please let me know what you thought of chapter two and be on the lookout for chapter three soon!


1988

Draco still wasn't sure what to think of his mum's school for muggleborn children two years on. Many of them were still too different, too noisy, too unmannered that he couldn't really get along with them.

Justin Finch-Fletchley was an annoying snob who looked down on everyone else and seemed to think that he and Draco were on par when they just weren't. Dean Thomas was alright, but he was completely obsessed with some muggle sport called football.

Hermione had told him not to trouble himself with football, but she always seemed annoyed when he would get caught up talking about Quidditch.

One time, Dean and some of the other boys had convinced him to try to play football and he eventually agreed. He got a little frustrated though, when he didn't understand most of the rules. Then he realized it wasn't that different from Quidditch, but he felt bad for the poor muggles, not having the benefit of a broom.

The bright spot of the muggleborn school, of course, was Hermione's friendship. Draco hadn't expected to become such good friends with a girl, but she seemed to understand him almost more than Harry or Alphard. She filled a part of his life that he didn't know had been painfully empty before her. It was nice to have someone to read with and explain the wizarding world too. Hermione always had questions to ask, and he was happy to answer.

Today, he was trying to get her to go on a ride on his broom, but she stubbornly refused.

His grandfather Abraxas had given him a broom for his eighth birthday, and had very patiently been teaching him. He knew that most other boys would be taught by their father, but his father was away because he'd done bad things, before Draco was even born. He was determined to be the best flyer in his year in spite of his lack of a father. Alphard might have Uncle Sirius and Harry might have his father James, but Draco was going to figure it out all on his own.

So, he was very irritated that Hermione couldn't just trust him that he knew what he was doing.

"Come on, Hermione," Draco pleaded. "I promise I won't let you drop. I haven't fallen off in weeks."

Hermione put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at him. "That doesn't sound nearly as promising as you imagine, Draco," she argued back.

Draco was annoyed that she wouldn't just give it a shot, just this once. He did loads of things that she wanted to. He was positive that if she just tried it, she'd really like it. But then, Draco got a devious little idea to get Hermione on the back of his broom. "Fine," he sighed. "How about we play something else...dragons and wizards?"

She smiled at him immediately. "That seems more my speed," Hermione said proudly. "I imagine that it's something like cops and robbers? A tag game?"

"Something like that," Draco said with a smirk. "I'll be the dragon first - naturally."

"Naturally," Hermione agreed with a roll of her eyes.

"Alright, you start running first, and then I will chase you after I count to ten," Draco said, conveniently leaving out the part that he would be chasing her on a broom.

Hermione didn't even wait for him to begin counting before she was sprinting away. Draco quickly mounted his broom, pushing off from the ground so that he could fly after his friend. Hermione's wild hair was trailing after her like a banner in the wind, and Draco was able to narrow in on her immediately.

"Roar!" he called when he was right upon her, diving down low on the ground, before grabbing her arm and pulling her up, using the momentum of the broom to help lift her up.

"Draco!" Hermione screeched, when she realized that she was being lifted up into the air. She grabbed onto his midsection, pressing her face into his back, while she held onto him as tight as she could.

He was laughing at her reaction, flying in lazy circles above the Malfoy grounds. "Hermione, come on, just look around," he urged, wanting her to see how exhilarating it was to be up off the ground. "I promise that I won't let you fall. Just trust me," he begged.

It took her a few seconds, and he could feel her trying to gather her courage to do it, her fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt. Eventually her head lifted up from his back. He felt her gasp of surprise as much as he heard it, and he was glad to note that it sounded delighted and not scared.

He flew them around for a while, glad to realize that Hermione was growing more comfortable. Eventually though, he brought them back down to the ground. "That was amazing," Hermione said with a grin. "But I'm still furious at you for tricking me like that!"

"I didn't trick you," Draco said obstinately, leading Hermione back up to his house. "You agreed to play Dragons and Wizards with me."

"Yes, but you knew that I thought that it didn't involve brooms! You were being sneaky!" she accused.

"Hermione, surely you are aware that dragons fly, even if you are a muggleborn," Draco responded with a roll of his eyes, knowing that one of Hermione's weaknesses was not knowing something. She would agree, if only to suggest that she knew that all along. "Because if you didn't, we are going to need to do a lot more preparation for Care of Magical Creatures when we get to third year."

"Of course I knew that," Hermione said, defensively. "I just didn't think that you meant it literally."

"But you had fun?" Draco questioned, knowing that having fun had been the whole point of getting Hermione on the broom in the first place.

"Yes," she agreed, begrudgingly.

"And you'll let me take you for another ride in the future?"

She waffled for a moment. "Yes, but only if you ask me first," she tried to scold him, but a smile was already pulling at the corners of her lips.

"Deal," Draco agreed, proud that he had achieved his aims.

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