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"Mister Malfoy! Concentrate! How do you expect to conquer your Animagus forms if you do not even try?" demanded Professor McGonagall.

"With all due respect, Professor, I honestly don't think I can do this and it was your idea for me to try," huffed Draco Malfoy. He was tired and hungry.

He was speeding towards the snitch, it was within his grasp! He was finally going to catch it before Potter did. He dodged the bludger Weasley hit at him. That's when he heard someone call his name. In his moment of distraction Harry burst forward and grabbed the snitch from under Draco's nose. Draco meanwhile groaned and sped to the ground where a little first year was shaking in his shoes at the sight of the angry Malfoy.

"What do you want?" he gritted through his teeth.

"Pr-pro-professor McGonagall wishes to s-see you in her o-office sir," he squeaked before running away like there was a blast-ended skrewt behind him.

The others, who heard the exchange came up behind Draco and Blaise went,

"Ooh, you'rein trouble!"

"Shut it, Blaise," grunted Draco before walking off towards the school. Blaise and the Gryffindors snickered as he left and decided to grab some lunch.

Seeing as how Draco ended up with the Professor, he hadn't eaten since breakfast and was rather hungry at the moment.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you telling me you wish to stop these private lessons? Lessons that I am taking time out of my schedule to give you?"

"Yes-No- I don't know! I'm tired and we've been practicing for hours now!"

Professor McGonagall eyed him warily, but seeing that he was correct she decided to compromise with him.

"Alright, Mr. Malfoy, if you can transfigure one part of your body, then you may leave and we will continue this tomorrow," she relented.

Draco thought about it, but knew he wouldn't be allowed to leave until he did do as she asked, so he agreed.

"Concentrate, Mr. Malfoy, focus on a part of your body, and imagine it as part of the creature you are trying to become. See the creature, think like the creature, be the creature!"

Draco closed his eyes and thought about his nose. An aristocratic slender nose. Then he thought about the nose of a dragon. Did a dragon even have a nose?Since he didn't know, he decided to focus on the mouth instead. He pictured his mouth, and then he pictured the mouth of a dragon, its long snout. He imagined opening his mouth to chew something, and pictured the dragon doing the same thing. He concentrated on every little detail of the dragon's snout. Every scale, every tooth, every jagged line. Finally, he thought 'Transformagus'and immediately he could feel a chill in his mouth. He concentrated harder and he could feel his skin changing. It almost felt like the time that he was turned into a ferret, but this was different. He wasn't freaking out; he was staying perfectly calm and collected. He wanted this. He needed this to happen. At last, he heard Professor McGonagall let out a gasp. She couldn't believe it! Draco opened his eyes and looked into the mirror that was across from him. He had a snout! He grinned, which - mind you - looked quite frightening with a dragon's snout. McGonagall clapped her hands.

"Bravo, Mr. Malfoy. Congratulations! You are one step closer to conquering your Animagus now!"

Finite incantantem, he muttered and watched his face revert to its beautiful, glorious self. Scales definitely were not his thing.

"Thank you, Professor… I've been thinking," He paused and Professor McGonagall nodded for him to continue, "I've been thinking, and I've decided that I only want one of my Animagus forms, I only want the Dragon," Professor McGonagall looked at him, contemplating.

"And what has led you to this decision Mr. Malfoy?"

"Becoming an Animagus is no easy feat. It will be hard enough for me to become the Dragon; I simply do not have the time or willpower to become the Griffin as well. I'm Head boy and Quidditch Captain, so it's just not possible for me to do right now,"

"Thank you for being honest with me, Mr. Malfoy. I am pleased that you were forthcoming with this and not determined to do something you do not want. We will continue these lessons every Saturday morning unless you have Quidditch Practice. You may go and grab a bite to eat now," Draco nodded, he was dismissed. Finally, after three long and tiresome hours. Free! He decided to go to the Great Hall where people were sure to be hanging out now that they were back from Hogsmeade. He hoped that Hermione was back so that he could tell her all about his morning.

He walked into the Great Hall looked around. He couldn't see any of his friends at the Slytherin table and he frowned. Well that sucked. Then he heard the bray of a donkey- sorry, the laughter of a Weasley and he looked over to the Gryffindor table. What he saw almost made him faint. There was Luna with Harry, Blaise with Ginny, Pansy with Ron and Hermione, all sitting and laughing together. While he knew his friends talked to the Gryffindors, he didn't know that they were on such good terms that they would sit together. Apparently, neither did everyone else. Pretty much all heads were looking toward the group at the table who looked like they'd been friends forever. People then started to notice Draco walking toward the group with a weird look on his face. They started whispering, sure that a confrontation was about to occur. Their eyes widened as he finally approached the group. Instead of starting a duel, as everyone believed, he calmly sat down next to Hermione and grabbed an apple off of Hermione's plate.

He bit into it and chewed slowly. He swallowed and took another bite and finally noticed Hermione staring at him,

"Yes Mugglemuffin?"

"Muggle muffin? What the h-" Ron was cut off by Hermione who poked Draco in the chest.

"I. Was. Going. To. Eat. That," she said, punctuating each word with a new poke.

"Oh, well, that's too bad, I'm eating it now," he demonstrated this by taking a nice, big bite out of the apple.

Hermione glared at him before turning back towards the group. Slowly conversation resumed around them. People realized that nothing was going to happen. The opposing house members seemed to have resolved all their issues. Draco finished his apple and put an arm around Hermione, hugging her to him.

"I'm sorry, I just haven't eaten all day and I was really hungry," he whispered in her ear.

Hermione responded by grabbing a plate and filling it up with various treats before handing it to him.

"Eat." She commanded.

"Yes, ma'am!" Draco happily obliged.

"Seriously… what the hell is a Mugglemuffin?"

"It's a nickname, Ronald," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"But still… what a random nickname, why are you letting him call you that?"

"Got a problem, Weasley?" Draco joined the conversation.

"Yeah, why can't you call her Mione like the rest of us?"

"Because, I don't want to be like the rest of you." He took a bite out of his pie.

"What's wrong with us?" cried Ron. The rest of the group just sat back and let the two of them go at it.

"What's not wrong with you?" He retorted.

"Yeah? Well, I don't like Pans, so I'm going to give Pansy my own nickname too! My little…peanut!" He put his arm around Pansy.

The group stared at Ron until he started to feel uncomfortable under their gaze.

"What?" He demanded.

"Ronald Weasley, under no circumstances are you to ever call me that again. I am not little, nor am I a nut." Pansy glared at Ron. He shrank under her glare and muttered an apology.

"Whipped," coughed Draco.

"All right boys, let's be grown-ups now, what did you do today, Draco?" interjected Hermione.

"Well, after you left, Blaise and I went and sat under our tree, when suddenly, a great big frightening red monstrosity snuck up on us and ruined my morning!" Hermione looked really confused at this, but then understood when Ron threw an apple at Draco's head. Draco snatched it out of the air and placed it back on the table.

"Draco," Hermione warned.

"Oh alright, Potter and Weasley showed up and sat under the other tree, we talked, blah-blah-blah, and we played Quidditch-"

"Which we won!" added Ron.

Hermione rolled her eyes, of course Quidditch was all it took to erase years of hate, men. 

"Which they won because a little first year distracted me by calling out my name from the ground." Draco looked around the Great Hall until he found the little squirt. He glared at him and the boy, upon seeing Draco, widened his eyes and ducked under the table.

Draco smirked, satisfied.

"Anyway, then I went to Professor McGonagall's office where we worked on my Animagus form,"

"Oh, Draco! I'm so happy you guys are friends now!" Hermione grinned, clearly teasing him.

"Who said anything about being friends," he muttered. Hermione ignored this and asked,

"How was your Animagus training?"

"It was tiring… but I was able to transform my mouth into a snout!" he said proudly.

"Oh, Draco! That's great!" She threw her arms around him and hugged him, then she let go of him awkwardly. Draco smiled to himself at her discomfort: she was so cute.

"But I've decided that I don't want to be the Griffin, I'm only going to practice the Dragon," he told the group.

"Why? Because the Griffin is associated with Gryffindor?" asked Ginny.

"You know it, She-Weasel," Blaise hit his friend upside down the head for insulting his sort-of girlfriend. Draco rubbed his head and glared at his best friend.

"I'm not going to be the griffin because I don't have the time for both forms and I prefer the dragon,"

"Well, I think that's a great idea, a Griffin is often associated with having Blubbering Pumpkers around them, which is never a good thing for a Wizard," offered Luna. While everyone else stared at her oddly, Harry just gazed at her admiringly.

"You're so right, Luna," he praised. The group shook their heads at Harry's antics and went back to the subject of Animagus'.

"I'm sure you'll make a great Dragon, Draco," said Hermione.

"So do I." Draco grinned

I completely forgot to update the story, I'm so sorry... don't hate me!

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