Fire and the Dragon
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
24,583
Reviews:
136
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Fire and the Dragon
This is my very first fanfic…my first writing actually in 7 years. Please be gentle. If you like the first couple of chapters, I will continue. Thank you for reading. Beware: VERY VIOLENT AND TWISTED…if you like Hermione/Ron, do NOT read!!! Don’t shoot the muse, she creates the plots, I write them down…
STORY
Ch. 1: Hermione looked at herself once again in the hall mirror. She was determined to look her very best tonight. It was her birthday party, damn it, and she was going to be smokin’ hot. She was wearing a knee length, pale yellow halter dress that dipped low in the back and flowed around her legs like a cloud with matching heels that had straps around the upper ankle. She had put her hair (which mercifully had tamed down in the past few months to manageable curls) into a loose twist, leaving curls brushing her shoulders and back.
Ginny had given her lessons on using magic to apply her make-up. Her lips were apple red, a slight blush to her cheeks, smoky eyes, and her eyelashes curled up making her eyes look big and innocent. Mission accomplished! She hadn’t felt this attractive since before Ron broke up with her a few weeks ago. Hmph, she was going to make him eat his heart out. Apparently, she wasn’t the ‘right image’ for an up and coming quidditch player. He thought he needed a model or an airhead. “Or a Lavender Brown” she thought to herself. Oh well, now she had more time to focus on her job. She was a research assistant in the public potions department of the Ministry of Magic. Hopefully, in a few years, she would work her way up to head potions mistress. All in all, she was very happy in her life. She had a comfortable apartment and a warm, fuzzy half kneazle cat to come home to. She wasn’t rich, but she could take care of herself easily. She smiled at her reflection, tucked her wand into her purse, shrugged on her cloak and headed out the door.
It was a rather chilly September evening. Apparition would have ruined her hair, so she trudged the long walk from her apartment to the Leaky Cauldron where all her friends were waiting for her. There were too many dark corners for her comfort, but she figured she was safe since the destruction of Voldemort. Besides, she could already see the soft glow of lights coming from the bar. She chuckled to herself. Only Harry would think to throw a party in such a dark looking place, but it was sweet so she went along with it.
When she opened the door, she was met with the most wonderful sight in the world. All of her friends took turns gathering her into their arms. She saw Fred and George, Ginny, Harry, Luna, Neville,the Patil twins, Bill and Fleur, and of course, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Her eyes glistened with tears at the warm outpouring of love. Since losing her parents during the war to a death eater attack, this family was all she had left.
“Happy Birthday, dear. 21 years old, my goodness how the time flies.” Said a very emotional Mrs. Weasley as she led Hermione to the head of a long table decorated with streamers, balloons, and whatever else the twin brothers could find that would stay still.
Just before sitting down, the door chimed open and in walked the one person she knew would be here, but was dreading all the same: Ron. He looked just as handsome as she remembered from the last time she saw him, but oddly enough she didn’t feel the longing for him that she thought she would. He caught her eyes and smiled, she smiled back, hoping that this would mean the return of their friendship. When they were about arm length away from one another, they stopped.
“Hiya cutie. Happy Birthday.” He glanced at the ground and his cinnamon hair fell into his eyes. “Oh Ronald, thank you.” Striking blue eyes met golden brown and they fell into a comfortable embrace. They pulled apart and Ron placed a chaste kiss on her lips. Hermione jerked away. “Sorry, habit.” He mumbled as he went to find Harry.
Dinner went quickly. Mrs. Weasley and Fleur had helped the bar prepare roast beef, boiled potatoes, green beans, and candied yams. All Hermione’s favorites. When Tom the barman, brought out her cake, she thought she would just die from excitement. It was the most beautiful cake she had ever seen. It was two layers, white icing with red and gold trimmings.
After opening all the presents and stuffing themselves to the breaking point, Ron stood up and got everyone’s attention. “Sorry, everybody, but I still have to give ‘Mione my gift. Mione, I know we have had a rough year, and I’ve been an ass.” Hermione’s stomach dropped…she had a bad feeling about this.
“I guess what I am trying to say is: Hermione Jean Granger, I am miserable without you. You are the air that I breathe and it would be a great honor to me if you would become my wife.” He came over to her, dropped to one knee and opened a velvet box. Everyone at the table held their breath, while Fred and George made bets.
“I think she’s over him, it is a definite ‘no’” Fred said. “I dunno Fred, I say she accepts. They’ve always been avoiding flirtation” Hermione’s eyes filled with tears, thinking they were tears of joy, Ron pulled her into a kiss as the room erupted in applause. “Wait, WAIT RON” she pushed him away. He stared at her with shocked eyes.
“Ronald, we walked the same path once, and a few months ago, no problem I would have accepted. But you broke my heart, it felt like you had died, and I died with that. We are different people now and I am so sorry, but I don’t think I could ever make you happy now. I..I can’t accept you.” She broke down in sobs and ran out of the bar, leaving a very stunned crowd and a heartbroken Ron behind her.
“Ron, don’t worry about it mate, give her a couple of days to mull it over and she will accept.” Harry told his gloomy best friend. After Hermione’s abrupt departure, the party broke up leaving Harry to watch over Ron as he consumed glass after glass of strong Fire Whiskey. “She humiliated me. Why Harry, she loves me, I know it.” He slurred as he slammed down his newly emptied shot glass. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough, Ron. Bloody hell man, let me walk you home.”
He reached for Ron’s arm but Ron just snatched it away and pushed Harry out of his way. “I’m fine. I know what I’ve gotta do. I’ll show her that love she me, I mean, that she loves me and I love her. See you later, mate.” Harry shook his head sadly as he watched his best friend walk off into the night before apparating to his house.
STORY
Ch. 1: Hermione looked at herself once again in the hall mirror. She was determined to look her very best tonight. It was her birthday party, damn it, and she was going to be smokin’ hot. She was wearing a knee length, pale yellow halter dress that dipped low in the back and flowed around her legs like a cloud with matching heels that had straps around the upper ankle. She had put her hair (which mercifully had tamed down in the past few months to manageable curls) into a loose twist, leaving curls brushing her shoulders and back.
Ginny had given her lessons on using magic to apply her make-up. Her lips were apple red, a slight blush to her cheeks, smoky eyes, and her eyelashes curled up making her eyes look big and innocent. Mission accomplished! She hadn’t felt this attractive since before Ron broke up with her a few weeks ago. Hmph, she was going to make him eat his heart out. Apparently, she wasn’t the ‘right image’ for an up and coming quidditch player. He thought he needed a model or an airhead. “Or a Lavender Brown” she thought to herself. Oh well, now she had more time to focus on her job. She was a research assistant in the public potions department of the Ministry of Magic. Hopefully, in a few years, she would work her way up to head potions mistress. All in all, she was very happy in her life. She had a comfortable apartment and a warm, fuzzy half kneazle cat to come home to. She wasn’t rich, but she could take care of herself easily. She smiled at her reflection, tucked her wand into her purse, shrugged on her cloak and headed out the door.
It was a rather chilly September evening. Apparition would have ruined her hair, so she trudged the long walk from her apartment to the Leaky Cauldron where all her friends were waiting for her. There were too many dark corners for her comfort, but she figured she was safe since the destruction of Voldemort. Besides, she could already see the soft glow of lights coming from the bar. She chuckled to herself. Only Harry would think to throw a party in such a dark looking place, but it was sweet so she went along with it.
When she opened the door, she was met with the most wonderful sight in the world. All of her friends took turns gathering her into their arms. She saw Fred and George, Ginny, Harry, Luna, Neville,the Patil twins, Bill and Fleur, and of course, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Her eyes glistened with tears at the warm outpouring of love. Since losing her parents during the war to a death eater attack, this family was all she had left.
“Happy Birthday, dear. 21 years old, my goodness how the time flies.” Said a very emotional Mrs. Weasley as she led Hermione to the head of a long table decorated with streamers, balloons, and whatever else the twin brothers could find that would stay still.
Just before sitting down, the door chimed open and in walked the one person she knew would be here, but was dreading all the same: Ron. He looked just as handsome as she remembered from the last time she saw him, but oddly enough she didn’t feel the longing for him that she thought she would. He caught her eyes and smiled, she smiled back, hoping that this would mean the return of their friendship. When they were about arm length away from one another, they stopped.
“Hiya cutie. Happy Birthday.” He glanced at the ground and his cinnamon hair fell into his eyes. “Oh Ronald, thank you.” Striking blue eyes met golden brown and they fell into a comfortable embrace. They pulled apart and Ron placed a chaste kiss on her lips. Hermione jerked away. “Sorry, habit.” He mumbled as he went to find Harry.
Dinner went quickly. Mrs. Weasley and Fleur had helped the bar prepare roast beef, boiled potatoes, green beans, and candied yams. All Hermione’s favorites. When Tom the barman, brought out her cake, she thought she would just die from excitement. It was the most beautiful cake she had ever seen. It was two layers, white icing with red and gold trimmings.
After opening all the presents and stuffing themselves to the breaking point, Ron stood up and got everyone’s attention. “Sorry, everybody, but I still have to give ‘Mione my gift. Mione, I know we have had a rough year, and I’ve been an ass.” Hermione’s stomach dropped…she had a bad feeling about this.
“I guess what I am trying to say is: Hermione Jean Granger, I am miserable without you. You are the air that I breathe and it would be a great honor to me if you would become my wife.” He came over to her, dropped to one knee and opened a velvet box. Everyone at the table held their breath, while Fred and George made bets.
“I think she’s over him, it is a definite ‘no’” Fred said. “I dunno Fred, I say she accepts. They’ve always been avoiding flirtation” Hermione’s eyes filled with tears, thinking they were tears of joy, Ron pulled her into a kiss as the room erupted in applause. “Wait, WAIT RON” she pushed him away. He stared at her with shocked eyes.
“Ronald, we walked the same path once, and a few months ago, no problem I would have accepted. But you broke my heart, it felt like you had died, and I died with that. We are different people now and I am so sorry, but I don’t think I could ever make you happy now. I..I can’t accept you.” She broke down in sobs and ran out of the bar, leaving a very stunned crowd and a heartbroken Ron behind her.
“Ron, don’t worry about it mate, give her a couple of days to mull it over and she will accept.” Harry told his gloomy best friend. After Hermione’s abrupt departure, the party broke up leaving Harry to watch over Ron as he consumed glass after glass of strong Fire Whiskey. “She humiliated me. Why Harry, she loves me, I know it.” He slurred as he slammed down his newly emptied shot glass. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough, Ron. Bloody hell man, let me walk you home.”
He reached for Ron’s arm but Ron just snatched it away and pushed Harry out of his way. “I’m fine. I know what I’ve gotta do. I’ll show her that love she me, I mean, that she loves me and I love her. See you later, mate.” Harry shook his head sadly as he watched his best friend walk off into the night before apparating to his house.