He spread his wings, flapping them once in awhile in the sky. His eyes searched the land for food. Unlike other dragons, Draco preferred an unexpected deer, compared to the sheep and cattle the castle provided. Recently the soldiers were out everyday, sometimes hunting, finding food had gotten hard. Draco snorted, then flew down to land on a tree.

When he landed on the top of the tree, Draco looked around, trying to see any track of deer. Nothing. He shook his head disappointed but then perked his ears from the sound of rustling. He hid himself in the leaves, ready to attack any deer that happened by. But he relaxed as not a deer, but a human came out of the bush. Not just any human, the princess. Draco tilted his head, wondering why the lovely princess was out in the dangerous woods.

She walked carefully, almost sneaking. Her movements were cautious, yet, confident. She looked behind her, probably making sure no one followed her. Draco watched as she went to a bush and started picking berries. He was amazed, never seeing royalty outside the palace before. She actually broke a rule. Draco slowly moved down, maybe she’d break another rule.

Suddenly, he heard someone running through the woods towards them. The princess looked around for a place to hide. Draco squinted, noticing, she was afraid. Draco heard the running, he looked at the princess and jumped down from the tree. The princess stared at Draco, her eyes wide, and her mouth open. He walked over to her, and lowered, so she could climb on his back. She stood still, stunned to see a mighty creature before it. “Can i trust you?” her voice was soft, and almost made Draco melt. Draco closed his eyes and nodded once to the princess, then opened his eyes once more. She did not hesitate, and ran to his back. He looked up and started to flap his wings. The princess held on to the spires jutting from his spinal column, tightly, hoping not to fly off. As they rose, her grip loosened.  He looked at her through the corner of his eyes. She was looking around, her arms, loosely wrapped. He looked ahead of him and watched the sky.

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When they came to a clear valley, Draco landed, letting the princess down, and stretch. She looked at him, her eyes still filled with amazement and curiosity. “Can you talk?” she asked Draco, her voice was calm, and even kind. Draco nodded once again, no he couldn’t physically talk, but he can communicate. “Can I ask you some questions?” He nodded again. She looked down and sat in some grass. “How old are you?” Draco rose his head, thinking on how to answer. He then tapped his claws. 1, 2, 3,.... she counted 18 times. “18?” Draco nodded. “You’re my age, then? Alright, why did you save me?” Draco then bowed, signifying that she was royalty. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “I never asked to be a princess you know.” She looked up at Draco. He tilted his head slightly and laying down next to the princess. She smiled and laid on her back.

“There are too many things I’m not allowed to do. Like go outside, cook for myself, I can’t do anything fun.” He watched her black hair glow in the sunlight, her pale skin shining. “I want to run my own life! I want to explore and learn more about the world.” I want to learn more about you, he thought, closing his eyes and breathing slowly, completely calm. “What about you?” Draco saw her eyes meet his. They were a bright green, with golden specks sparkling in the middle of them. He quickly nodded, and looked down away from her.

“Do you have a name?” He nodded again. “Well? What is it?” Draco tilted his head, trying to figure out how to tell the princess, who did not understand roars, growls, and grunts, his name. He could always change back, but then he’d be naked... in front of the princess. He could always spell it out, but that was difficult due to the fact that they were in a meadow. He sighed, shaking his head. The princess pouted a little and rolled on her stomach. “Do you want to know my name first? That way you can trust me better?” she asked, smiling only a little bit. Draco nodded, eager to hear a name he would never forget. “Don’t make fun at me, but it’s Warmth.” Draco turned his head, why that name? “My mother named me it because I was born on a cold day, yet I was able to be born with a strong heat.”