by the shoulders and looked him straight in the eye.-This black dragon is Atlantean.
Jeviev gently closed the cracked door of the old orphanage behind her. In the daylight, the building seemed less scary to her, but even more gloomy and depressing. She didn't understand why this was where Draco usually hid. Once she asked him about it, he just shrugged his shoulders and replied that it was probably the only place where nobody looked.
The elven girl set off upstairs, being careful of the scarred steps and the swaying handrail. When she stood on the first floor she only glanced at the dilapidated corridor running the length of the wing and headed for the only open door halfway up it. This time she paid no attention to the creaking of the old planks under her feet. She walked quickly.
She stopped at the door, took a deep breath and than stepped inside. She stood just outside the doorstep squinting slightly. As she had expected Draco was sitting on the floor against the wall. However, she thought she would find him as a human, meanwhile in the shadows she saw a dragon-like figure shielded by black wings. She was surprised, for as far as she knew her friend rather preferred to be human. However, she merely shrugged her shoulders and walked towards him.
She stood exactly in front of him looking down at the dragon. He sat entwining his tail around his entire body and draping himself over with his wings. Jeviev shook her head and crouched in front of him.
-Draco,- she whispered quietly, -Draco, please,- she repeated, putting her hand to his wing, which was smooth and soft to the touch, and she could feel the pulsing of hot blood under her fingers.
She stayed in this position until she felt him twitch. Then she removed her hand and sat across from him looking at her friend investigatively. Draco didn't move for a moment, then spread his wings to their full length before folding them behind his back. He looked up at the elf with golden eyes and
