Fire and the Dragon
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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24
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24,581
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136
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Fire
Again, will continue if I get a majority of people interested and not flaming…please be gentle in criticizing. This chapter contains a very violent rape, don’t like, then don’t read please!
Ch. 2 Hermione wandered the streets of London, too upset to go straight home. How could he just expect her to come crawling back at the first sign of renewed affection? She growled into the empty night sky. “I should really head home…oh I hope someone makes sure Ron gets home safely too.” She thought as a shiver ran up her spine. She quickened her steps, eager to get home off these streets and into a nice, long, hot, relaxing bath.
She passed an alley way and paused, she could have sworn she heard someone. She panicked and was about to break into a near run when she was grabbed by the arm and pulled into the alley.
“Hello gorgeous.” She heard the familiar voice breathe harshly into her ear. “Ron! Are you alright?” He stank of fire whiskey and his eyes held a controlled rage that made her quake in mild fear. “Why did you reject me, humiliate me, my Hermione? I know you love me.”
Her heartbeat quickened hearing the anger in his voice. “Ron, go home, I am sorry I can not accept you any longer, but you need to go home, we can talk about this tomorrow when you have sobered up.”
CRACK.
The blow was unexpected and would have knocked her down had Ron not had such a bruising hold on her arm. She tasted the coppery blood and knew he had cut her lip. “Just shut up Hermione. I know you love me, and I am going to prove it.” He licked his lips as he looked at her body.
He moved his hands to the inside of her cloak, on either side of her hips and ground into her stomach. She could feel his hardness against her stomach and terror suddenly gripped her. “Ron, you don’t want to do this. Not like this.” She squeaked out between gasps.
Her hand moved to push some distance between them, but he was quicker and grabbed her hand, squeezing it until he heard the bones crack. She let out a cry of pain and lurched for her wand. Ron snatched it away from her and broke it into two pieces, tossing it to the ground. He grabbed his own wand and placed a silencing spell upon her.
“We can’t have anyone interrupting, now can we love?” His free hand was slowly moving up her leg and to the junction in her thighs. Tears flowed freely now and Hermione felt sick to her stomach when Ron began to lick them away.
She began to kick and struggle in any way she could, he grabbed her and slammed her into the wall. With a sickening thud her head hit and she could feel the blood flowing freely.
The look in Ron’s eyes showed her that he had lost all control of his actions as he got to his knees and pulled her to the ground with him. There was no sign of the carefree boy in the man straddling her hips.
He tore her dress off and his hands began groping and pinching every inch of skin, bruising everything he touched. His right hand found her full breast, and to her dismay, Hermione’s nipple began to harden.
“That’s right, enjoy this, I know you like it…let me show you how much I love you.” Ron rasped out. He unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock. Hermione gasped at how big it was. No way would something that big fit inside any hole she had. She closed her eyes and braced for what was about to happen. His hands closed around her throat, forcing her eyes to bulge open. “You WILL look at me. You will not pretend I am someone else. You are mine.”
He thrust into her dry channel with no warning. Her mouth gaped open at the immense pain. He pumped into her faster, harder, deeper. Hitting her cervix with each thrust. She felt as though she would split in two.
His hands were choking her the whole time. She couldn’t breath, she longed for him to just kill her. His lips met hers in a crushing, possessive kiss. She heard him mutter a spell, his breathing got heavy, and with a final thrust, he emptied his seed deep into her womb. Breathing “MINE”, he collapsed on top of her.
She thought it was over, maybe he was asleep. She scrambled out from under him and tried to sneak away only to be tackled from behind a few steps later.
“You little bitch, I give you my essence and you run away!” he held her in place while he searched for something. When he lifted his arm, Hermione shrieked silently at the sharp rock he was aiming at her chest, he took a good swing and plummeted her square in the chest with all his strength.
She felt all the air leave her. Having, apparently, a better idea, he turned the rock over. Using it as a quill, he carved into her chest. ‘Mine’ “There, now everyone will know how much we belong to each other.”
She heard him whisper something about seeing her tomorrow before the gentle ‘pop’ of apparition told her he was gone. She felt so weak, she was bleeding from everywhere it felt. She tried to stand but fell back to the ground instantly. She began to crawl to the lit street. Surely someone would pass her and take her to St. Mungo’s. She saw the billowing of robes as her hand touched the cool pavement and heard someone utter “Ms. Granger?” before her entire world went black.
Severus Snape was on his usual nightly wanderings of deserted London. It was his time to brood and think. Finally being free of the dark lord’s service, and no longer being needed by anybody, he spent lots of nights walking about town, observing the muggles. During the day he was required to teach those dunderheads at Hogwarts again…why oh why did he let Minerva talk him into teaching again. He sighed at his weakness.
As he passed a darkened alley, something caught his eye. A hand followed by a shadow on the ground. Annoyed by this interruption, he went to grab the drunk and pummel him into the next era. Much to his surprise, he pulled out a nearly unconscious female body. Badly broken and bloody.
He hadn’t seen a woman in such a state since the fall of Voldemort. He brushed some hair out of her face and nearly fell over. “Ms. Granger?” he got no response as the girl slipped out of phase. He quickly covered her with his robe and gathered her in his arms. He turned on the spot and got her to St. Mungo’s as fast as the wind would take him. He would find out what happened to this poor girl, but first she needed to be healed and aurors put out on patrol incase it was a rogue deatheater. He pitied the man who had done this.
A/N: I will try to update as soon as possible. It is just late and pregnancy hormones are screaming for sleep. I will finish this fic, if only for one person I have decided! Forgive the short chapters I am getting back into writing...goodnight!
Ch. 2 Hermione wandered the streets of London, too upset to go straight home. How could he just expect her to come crawling back at the first sign of renewed affection? She growled into the empty night sky. “I should really head home…oh I hope someone makes sure Ron gets home safely too.” She thought as a shiver ran up her spine. She quickened her steps, eager to get home off these streets and into a nice, long, hot, relaxing bath.
She passed an alley way and paused, she could have sworn she heard someone. She panicked and was about to break into a near run when she was grabbed by the arm and pulled into the alley.
“Hello gorgeous.” She heard the familiar voice breathe harshly into her ear. “Ron! Are you alright?” He stank of fire whiskey and his eyes held a controlled rage that made her quake in mild fear. “Why did you reject me, humiliate me, my Hermione? I know you love me.”
Her heartbeat quickened hearing the anger in his voice. “Ron, go home, I am sorry I can not accept you any longer, but you need to go home, we can talk about this tomorrow when you have sobered up.”
CRACK.
The blow was unexpected and would have knocked her down had Ron not had such a bruising hold on her arm. She tasted the coppery blood and knew he had cut her lip. “Just shut up Hermione. I know you love me, and I am going to prove it.” He licked his lips as he looked at her body.
He moved his hands to the inside of her cloak, on either side of her hips and ground into her stomach. She could feel his hardness against her stomach and terror suddenly gripped her. “Ron, you don’t want to do this. Not like this.” She squeaked out between gasps.
Her hand moved to push some distance between them, but he was quicker and grabbed her hand, squeezing it until he heard the bones crack. She let out a cry of pain and lurched for her wand. Ron snatched it away from her and broke it into two pieces, tossing it to the ground. He grabbed his own wand and placed a silencing spell upon her.
“We can’t have anyone interrupting, now can we love?” His free hand was slowly moving up her leg and to the junction in her thighs. Tears flowed freely now and Hermione felt sick to her stomach when Ron began to lick them away.
She began to kick and struggle in any way she could, he grabbed her and slammed her into the wall. With a sickening thud her head hit and she could feel the blood flowing freely.
The look in Ron’s eyes showed her that he had lost all control of his actions as he got to his knees and pulled her to the ground with him. There was no sign of the carefree boy in the man straddling her hips.
He tore her dress off and his hands began groping and pinching every inch of skin, bruising everything he touched. His right hand found her full breast, and to her dismay, Hermione’s nipple began to harden.
“That’s right, enjoy this, I know you like it…let me show you how much I love you.” Ron rasped out. He unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock. Hermione gasped at how big it was. No way would something that big fit inside any hole she had. She closed her eyes and braced for what was about to happen. His hands closed around her throat, forcing her eyes to bulge open. “You WILL look at me. You will not pretend I am someone else. You are mine.”
He thrust into her dry channel with no warning. Her mouth gaped open at the immense pain. He pumped into her faster, harder, deeper. Hitting her cervix with each thrust. She felt as though she would split in two.
His hands were choking her the whole time. She couldn’t breath, she longed for him to just kill her. His lips met hers in a crushing, possessive kiss. She heard him mutter a spell, his breathing got heavy, and with a final thrust, he emptied his seed deep into her womb. Breathing “MINE”, he collapsed on top of her.
She thought it was over, maybe he was asleep. She scrambled out from under him and tried to sneak away only to be tackled from behind a few steps later.
“You little bitch, I give you my essence and you run away!” he held her in place while he searched for something. When he lifted his arm, Hermione shrieked silently at the sharp rock he was aiming at her chest, he took a good swing and plummeted her square in the chest with all his strength.
She felt all the air leave her. Having, apparently, a better idea, he turned the rock over. Using it as a quill, he carved into her chest. ‘Mine’ “There, now everyone will know how much we belong to each other.”
She heard him whisper something about seeing her tomorrow before the gentle ‘pop’ of apparition told her he was gone. She felt so weak, she was bleeding from everywhere it felt. She tried to stand but fell back to the ground instantly. She began to crawl to the lit street. Surely someone would pass her and take her to St. Mungo’s. She saw the billowing of robes as her hand touched the cool pavement and heard someone utter “Ms. Granger?” before her entire world went black.
Severus Snape was on his usual nightly wanderings of deserted London. It was his time to brood and think. Finally being free of the dark lord’s service, and no longer being needed by anybody, he spent lots of nights walking about town, observing the muggles. During the day he was required to teach those dunderheads at Hogwarts again…why oh why did he let Minerva talk him into teaching again. He sighed at his weakness.
As he passed a darkened alley, something caught his eye. A hand followed by a shadow on the ground. Annoyed by this interruption, he went to grab the drunk and pummel him into the next era. Much to his surprise, he pulled out a nearly unconscious female body. Badly broken and bloody.
He hadn’t seen a woman in such a state since the fall of Voldemort. He brushed some hair out of her face and nearly fell over. “Ms. Granger?” he got no response as the girl slipped out of phase. He quickly covered her with his robe and gathered her in his arms. He turned on the spot and got her to St. Mungo’s as fast as the wind would take him. He would find out what happened to this poor girl, but first she needed to be healed and aurors put out on patrol incase it was a rogue deatheater. He pitied the man who had done this.
A/N: I will try to update as soon as possible. It is just late and pregnancy hormones are screaming for sleep. I will finish this fic, if only for one person I have decided! Forgive the short chapters I am getting back into writing...goodnight!