Chapter 7
As if fate decided that they really hated him, he was woken up by a high pitch scream that seems to make even the loudest mermaid pale in comparison.
The wasn't the worst though. No. Because they just had to fucking pour some water at the top of his head. "What the hell Pans! Is that any way to treat your best friend?” he asked with a raised brow as she glared at the girl.
And no, he was not looking for ways to die, he simply concluded that Pansy loved him too much to let him die, thank you.
Instead of answering however, Pansy gestured towards his wet bed that was once dry and was now, he repeats again, wet due to someone's clumsiness. He followed her gaze and sure enough, even the dragon egg was drenched—
Damn, motherfucking God Of Death, he's fucked.
The staring continued for a few more minutes before Draco lifted the egg and dried it with magic to which it absorbed. He noted it with a raised brow, promising to look into it after he was done talking with Pansy.
“Uh, yeah, I- I uh, laid an egg? Would you believe me if I said that?” he asked with a slightly coy smile. Of course he knew she wouldn't but it won't hurt to try, right? Plus he trusts Pansy, who had proven in his last life to be his real friend.
Taking out the fact that it was before and not now, Draco-, no Jour had decided to gamble it, after all a gamble with a high stake was something Jour quite loved, only second to a contract that puts her into advantage situation without her business partner knowing that they've been scammed.
Pansy merely turned red before taking out a stick as she looked at him quite angrily. Nervously, Draco flared his hands around and began to quell the girl's anger by explaining it as thoroughly as possible.
“I met a motherfu—”, he paused, if he'll use the god as an excuse, he can't exactly curse him right now. He'll just do it later when he knows that Pansy would trust him once again.
“ehem, an acquaintance who heard that I quite fancy having a dragon” —a lie, now that he has memories as Jour, he doesn't particularly like being the center of attention like he'd hope for in the beginning.
“they gave me a gift because I'm a lovely treasure and my existence makes them shake”,—in fear, yes, but he decided not to include that as well. “in happiness, and you know it Pans, everybody loves me”
Alright, he'll admit that maybe he exaggerated a little bit but who is he if not someone with an art for dramatics. After all, who did Cale take after to be an amazing actor if not him?
Deruth? No, that cute idiot may be quite the actor but compared to Jour, who had deceived—, played and put on masks for all her life, acting came as easily as lying.
“...well, is that dragon properly listed at the ministry of magic and magical creatures, at least?”, she asked staring right into Dracon's silver eyes daring him to lie.
“I dunno”, Draco said with a casual shrug as he proceeded to snap his fingers, casting wandless magic to clean up the mess.
Or at least that's what it's supposed to do. He marvelled and looked at the dragon egg with curiosity as it gained a more colorful touch, the red egg had in fact absorbed his magic.
Interesting.
She knew a lot about magical creatures, be it from this world or his last life as Jours, but this is something new as it was rare for people to come across a dragon or more or less a dragon in an egg.
He decided to test it further, opening his palm towards the egg and sending it magic, pure magic. The result was instantaneous as his magic was quickly being sucked by the dragon as if it had been starved for centuries.
He decided to increase the magical output, 2 times, 3 times and decided to increase it again and again and again—
He was quickly pushed away from the dragon by Pansy as he felt his weak magical pulse. Maybe he'd overdone it for now. Damn, he misses the magical stones from his old world.
“I'm fine Pans, just dizzy”, he said to the crying girl.
“No, you're not! Better yet, I'll call Professor Snape just to be sure!”, she yelled walking out of the door with a snap. Draco sighed as he lay down onto the bed flicking his fighter to the egg and ended up hurting said finger.
“...at least you've regained colour. Don't worry I'll give you magic from now on”, Draco whispered towards the dragon as he wrapped his arms around the egg, warming it at the same time.
Now how to hide the egg? He looked back at his room, luckily, his roommates decided that they don't want to catch his disease, taking shelter from their other friends or family at their own house.
He contemplated boiling said egg...but that thought lost its appeal almost immediately. In the end, he decided to hide it in his trunk, he didn't doubt that Pansy would keep the dragon egg a secret, but just to be safe since he knows that his godfather has a sharp eye.
He grumbled, deciding to change his clothes and mattress manually. Magic may be useful but hands and feet are something you'll find more reassuring than any magic there is.
Thinking back, he doesn't get what he just thought, it just sounded really cool..
....
“How in bloody Circe did you drain your magic?”, his godfather asked raising a brow as he continued to look at him as if he were an alien. He looked back with an expression that is a combination of ‘Of course not’ and a rude ‘are you an idiot’ look.
Or perhaps he really is, because in all of Severus Snape's life, he had never seen someone drain their magic instantly. Draco couldn't have drained it after lunch because he would have noticed so the only conclusion was he drained it under an hour or so.
But his stupid and idiotic godson was sheepishly smiling as if draining his magic isn't dangerous at all. He sighed, and proceeded to thoroughly keep an eye on his godson so he wouldn't cause any trouble just like that Potter boy.