Love Bites (Harry Potter: Official Dragon Tamer, Part One)

Not All Dragons Breathe Fire

Later That Evening
Pansy's POV

The evening was going spectacularly.

Call me surprised. I had only agreed to come because I was sure it would end in disaster.

Hullo, my name is Pansy, and I'm an addict for all things dramatic.

On the contrary, I was truly enjoying myself and had fast-tracked Potter to my "besties" list because, well. He was positively fantastic.

Had Draco somehow known what a foul-mouthed, uninhibited slut Potter was all along?

I had never understood his obsession with the Boy Wonder at school.

He'd been a sad, scrawny thing, swimming in his clothes, sporting those ridiculous round glasses that were always either falling off or broken. 

And we were supposed to believe that this tiny child was going to deliver us from the Dark Lord?

I would never have guessed, a decade or so later, that I'd be grilling him about his sex life, much less watching him gyrate shamelessly to a rap song about taking a bloke home for the evening.

Unfortunately, this was also where the evening went sour.

That muggle bloke had appeared, practically out of nowhere, putting his filthy muggle hands all over Harry, and I had sensed Draco's magic begin to spiral out of control almost immediately. 

That alarmed me. Feeling Draco's magic.

It was subtle; Draco's magic always had been, but then he'd had to learn how to make it all but undetectable for work.

Don't ask me what that boy did as an Unspeakable to require that level of secrecy.

But I remember him laughing gleefully, eyes glinting impishly as he would play pranks on Blaise and me, sometimes even going so far as to rifle casually through our minds, showing off his wandless magic and ability to do any number of hexes and charms without leaving so much as a trace.

When Harry had actually decided to go home with that idiot, I'd been surprised they'd made it out the door without Draco hexing him with all manner of horrid maledictions.

"Well," I murmured, eyes still on the entrance to the pub where Harry and this Tristan bloke had just exited. "I had no idea Harry was such a little tramp."

Hermione smiled ruefully and took a sip of her pint, she and the redhead seemingly unaware of the imminent danger from the positively simmering dragon sitting between them.

"He's certainly been making up for lost time," Hermione disclosed, almost affectionately. Bless her.

The lights in the pub flickered suddenly, and I snapped my gaze over to Draco. I didn't even need to look to know Blaise had done the same.

I had to hand it to him. 

If anyone could manage to look nonchalant and completely unaffected while so upset, it was Draco.

Even now, he was grinning over at Hermione, leaning closer in her direction to say:

"Aren't we all, Granger?"

He managed to wink cheekily as he took another sip of his pint, even while the lights in the pub puttered out completely for several seconds, and the surrounding muggles began to complain about the rolling blackouts.

"Have you all heard about that crazy app that's appearing on our phones?" Blaise asked suddenly, clearly trying to change the subject.

"The one that mimics the Mirror of Erised?" I asked. I'd heard some senior members of the Wizengamot discussing it and was curious to know more.