"How do I convince this dragonet that my hair isn’t it’s nest?" she asked as she took the strand of pearls off, her jacket was laying in the same chair as his own and he could see the entirety of the green silk dress for the first time. It had cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline- the typical queen anne style his mother loved but never wore. He reached over and ran a finger down the dragons back, "Nuri, my wife needs her hair back." Hermione blushed prettily, his wife. The way he said it made her skin tingle. The dragon stretched and took off, letting her hair fall around her face. It landed on Draco's shoulder, raising up on its hind legs to rub it's snout along his jaw. He chuckled and offered a hand to the creature. It hopped onto his palm and wrapped itself around his wrist like a bracelet, snuggling its own tail. 