Fire and the Dragon

A/N:Ok, here it is, the chapter I am sure many of you have been waiting for. Smut, but only a bit, actually 98% of the chapter. Thank you for the positive reviews and support. Not easy to write and take care of: husband home for holidays, demanding/lovable 4 yr old boy, and my own pregnant self...lol. I can\'t believe we hit the 10,000 hits mark! YAY!! thank you so much for reading!!! Ok, grab something cold to drink and lets go.



















Ch. 21 Sexual Healing



Hermione and Severus were sitting in front of the fireplace. It was not lit as it was the middle of May, but it was still their favorite location to be together. Hermione’s stomach was to the point of bulging.



She still had a month to go, but Severus began to see her as a walking time bomb. They were cuddled together on the loveseat that Hermione had transfigured out of the two chairs.



Currently, they were in a heated snogging session. Severus had his arms pulling Hermione as close as possible. He moved his head to her neck and began to nibble the pulsing vein. Cautiously, partly without thinking, he slowly slid his hand up her stomach.



With a yelp, she jumped away and blushed. She sat on the opposite side of the couch, absentmindedly rubbing her arms and biting her bottom lip. “I’m sorry, Severus.” She said, avoiding his gaze.



Severus merely sighed and took her hand. “Hermione, we have discussed this before. Our relationship needn’t ever reach a more physical level, you merely need to inform me as you just did. It is alright and I apologize for overstepping your boundaries.”



He stood and stretched. “Where are you going?” Hermione asked, fearful that she had angered him. He smiled down at her, “I have late rounds tonight; I must retire early to be rested. Goodnight.” He said as he kissed her hand.



He turned and closed the bathroom door behind him as he entered his rooms. Hermione stayed on the couch, deep in thought. After several minutes of silence, she tilted her head up, calling on every ounce of her Gryffindor courage, and walked into Severus’ rooms.



The unexpected intrusion forced Severus to jump out of bed and point his wand at the unwanted visitor. He immediately lowered his wand upon discovering a very determined Hermione staring at him.



“Hermione? Is everything alright?” he asked, his voice full of worry. She nodded her head.



“Yes, Severus, you were just wrong.” She stated bluntly. Severus looked at her with indifference. “And what, pray tell, was I wrong about?”



“You can not let it be ‘alright’ for me to run from much physical contact with you.” She held up her hand to silence Severus as he was about to interrupt. “It is not alright, because if you say it is, I just may get the idea that it is ok to keep running.”



Her eyes were shining in the twilight and Severus thought she had never looked more beautiful. She lifted her chin even more in an attempt to feign courage. “I don’t want to run anymore, Severus.” She whispered in the dark.



His heart was pounding, surely she could not mean… “What are you implying, Hermione?” he asked as he took the six or seven steps to reach her. She reached out to grab his hand.



“Touch me, Severus.” She nervously placed his hand over her breast. His breaths were becoming shorter as his erection started to grow. He looked into her eyes, “Are you sure you are ready for this?”



She shook her head. “No, but I may never be ready. I love you, and I trust you.” Severus guided her to the edge of the bed. His tone was serious as he addressed her.



“Hermione, if we proceed with this, you will set the pace and take control. If, at any point, you wish to halt, you must inform me of such and I promise you that we will cease at once.”



She nodded her head and timidly put her hand on his shoulder as they both leaned in and their lips met in gentle passion. The gentle kisses soon turned into desperate explorations of each other’s mouths. Each touch of skin was like fire.



Her hands were roaming all over his chest and back. His hands were slowly and teasingly rubbing her back, inching every closer to her aching breasts. She pushed him back far enough to give her room to remove her shirt.



Her entire upper body was exposed to him as she never wore a bra under her pajamas. “So beautiful,” he whispered as his hands made their way to carefully massage her chest. She moaned slightly against his touch and returned to kissing him, making her way down to suckle his neck.



Severus nudged her head up and reciprocated the attention on her neck, his hands lowering themselves to rest on her hips. Slowly, she lay back on the bed. The sensation of his lips on her neck and hands on her breasts was almost too much.



She opened her eyes noticed the tent in his pajama pants. Her curiosity overtook her. “Can I touch it?” she asked, her innocent eyes full of wonder. “Please do.” He smirked at her.



He growled low in his chest as her small hand cupped his penis, which was so hard it was painful. She tensed when she felt how big he was. He looked down upon her. “Hermione?”



“I’m afraid.” She choked out, “Just give me a minute.” She was breathing erratically. Severus shook his head, “Might I suggest something to help?” Severus purred in her ear. She nodded her head.



“Perhaps it would be prudent for you to be on top in the ‘dominating’ position this first time?” He told her, understanding that she would have to take the lead in order to go through with this.



Hermione smiled as they switched and she continued to stroke him through his pants. Severus longed more contact. He lifted his hips and shimmied his pants off. Hermione marveled at his elegant beauty.



Her fingers traced every scar, such a brave man. She kissed a trail from his neck to just above his penis. She laid her head on his stomach and looked at it. She had the sudden, unexplainable urge to lick the glistening drop from the end.



Severus hissed at the sudden contact. The sight of Hermione licking the tip of his cock’s head was the sexiest and most seductive thing he had ever seen. She did not stop with the tip; she kissed and licked the entire length.



She had rotated so that her hips and bum were wiggling in the air close to his side. His hands began to rub her legs, slowly moving up to the apex of her thighs. He slid past her mound, barely brushing his hand against it.



He hooked his index fingers into the waistband of her bottoms. She broke away from kissing his manhood to shyly assist him. When her pants were on the floor with the other clothes, they lay skin to skin, gently swapping sweet, tender kisses.



“May I touch you here?” Severus asked as he moved his hand down her rounded tummy to her womanly curls. She gulped loudly and told him, “Yes,” in a husky voice. He captured her mouth once again.



His fingers gently parted her warm, wet folds. Carefully and purposefully exploring every crevice, when he reached her opening, he hesitated before plunging one, then two fingers into her channel.



She gasped at the feeling. She had not thought it would feel so amazing. A warm, anxious feeling began to build inside of her as Severus rubbed the inside of her vagina.



Severus could feel her fingernails digging into his arms and decided to stop. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked. He nearly came all over himself when she took his fingers and sucked them into her mouth.



Their breathing was erratic. Severus looked deep into Hermione’s eyes, asking permission for this final act. She answered him by grabbing his penis and positioning it at her entrance.



That was all the coaxing he needed. He kissed her mouth eagerly as he slowly began to push into her tight hole. “So wet, ugh, so tight.” He groaned into her hair.



Hermione felt completely filled, the warm feeling still building inside her. Severus stopped when he had pushed all the way in. He waited for her to adjust to his size before beginning to thrust slowly and steadily.



The rotating motion of his hips ensured that he hit her sweet spot every time he pumped in. Before long, Hermione was mewling and writhing beneath him. Without warning, it felt as though fireworks had gone off deep in her abdomen.



She came with a small shout, her eyes flew open and her mouth formed an ‘O’. The feeling of her muscles contracting around his cock forced Severus to join her over the edge. With a final thrust and moan, he emptied into her.



He collapsed beside her, careful to avoid squishing her. She opened her eyes again to look at him, he kissed her nose. “Are you well? You are not hurt are you?” he asked her as he noticed her trembling.



She was crying now, “No, it was just so wonderful.” He rubbed her forehead and stayed cuddled close to her. She wrapped her arms around his waist. “I can help you with your rounds tonight so it does not take as long.”



He thanked her and got up to get clean and dress. Hermione got up as well to get ready to help him with his rounds. She was smiling softly. She chose a loose fitting set of robes and some comfortable trainers.



They decided to split up to do the rounds in order to cut the time in half. Severus began in the dungeons while Hermione volunteered to start at the top, they would meet in the middle in a little over an hour.



Hermione was happily looking in every niche and hidden corner that she knew of for students out of bed. She was about two floors from the meeting point with Severus and had only found one young couple hidden away with a naughty agenda.



She turned the corner to get to the moving staircase when she heard a soft ‘pop’. She spun around, thinking someone had apparated, only to feel her leg being drenched in something wet and warm.



Before she could even begin to move again, a sharp, intense pain stabbed her abdomen. She dropped her wand and doubled over. “Damn. Son of a bitch.” She muttered.



She stood up, grabbed her stomach, and whispered, “Severus…” Another pain shortly hit her hard. She fell to the ground in pain, panicking, it was not supposed to be happening this soon or this hard and fast.



Severus was impatiently waiting for Hermione to arrive on the fourth floor corridor. “Blasted witch,” he whispered to himself. She was probably letting some dunderheads off the hood right about now.



A shout from above moved him into swift action. He ran up the stairs, wand at the ready. When he reached the sixth floor entrance, he saw Hermione sitting in the floor, clutching her abdomen, surrounded by a pool of some liquid.



“Oh shit.” He muttered as he ran to the girl.