4.1 | Draconian ✓

47 | incendio

A/N

Hey, fun fact: old readers of Draconian might remember that there was a sex scene at the end of chapter 46. Y'know, in really classy, Noelle-esque fashion. Unfortunately, it's since been removed for a simple reason — plagiarism. Not only were people posting Draconian on other fanfic sites, they were also ripping out that scene in particular to post as a one-shot with no link or credit whatsoever to me. And when I requested for them to take it down (since I like to keep all my stories on Wattpad), their answer was that I "owed it to the Dramione fandom to share it on all sites".

That was a really difficult time and the primary reason I took Draconian down in the first place. Now that it's back up, it still won't be up in its entirety. I just don't trust the internet anymore. After fifty over counts of plagiarism across all my stories...you kind of lose faith in people.

So I hope you understand. This decision is not meant to punish anyone; I would never think of doing that to my loyal readers. It's simply for me to feel just a tiny bit safer sharing my stories — that there's this 10% that still belongs only to me.

Thank you for understanding. And on to more interesting things, who's your favourite ship in the Potterverse?

x Noelle

  

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Conjures fire.

PANSY'S EYES WERE narrowed with thinly-veiled interest when Hermione came into the kitchen the next morning. Luna was in there cooking breakfast, and Hermione greeted them pleasantly before slipping into the chair opposite Pansy.

It took exactly five seconds for Pansy to come to a conclusion. "You had sex last night, didn't you?" The Slytherin witch asked bluntly, her lips curling up in a wicked smirk.

Hermione's mouth fell open. "How did you – "

"You're wearing his shirt – okay, you always wear his shirts, but there's also the fact that you won't stop smiling and you positively reek of the afterglow of sex."

Luna turned to scrape scrambled eggs onto a plate, setting the pan back down on the stove as she surveyed Hermione curiously. "It's an afterglow? I always thought it was an aura."

"It's an afterglow, alright. So, Red, how was he?"

Hermione promptly buried her face in her hands. "Oh, sweet Merlin."

"That good, huh?"

"What's good?" And now Ginny was striding into the kitchen, running an effortless hand through her red hair. She dragged out the chair next to Hermione and sat down, reaching over to pour herself a mug of tea.

Pansy grinned at Hermione. "Draco Malfoy, apparently."

Ginny's eyes gleamed as she studied her friend for a moment, chuckling at her flushed cheeks and thoroughly mortified expression. "Well, this should be interesting. How is he, really?" Hermione's mouth fell open in abject horror and she simply laughed. "Come on, Hermione, don't you remember the rumours about Draco Malfoy – Slytherin prince?"