Fire and the Dragon

A/N: Ok, ok. So this chapter has a bit of drama followed by a bit of humor. I do not want this story to focus on the rape, but on the change in Hermione and Severus and the growth they make together. Thanks to my reviewers. We are not even half way done yet...I don\'t think, well maybe we are. Maybe I should have planned better, but I am just letting the muses take the story and run.









Ch. 9 Pissed Off



“How could they let this happen?” a very angry Harry Potter paced about the headmistress’ office. “Did that quack hospital even think to give her a morning after potion or anything???” His hands were waving in the air erratically.



Severus, who had been watching the proceedings quietly from his corner, spoke up. “Of course they did, Mr. Potter. She had also been taking regular doses of norgestimate ethinyl estradiol for years apparently. That is what is so vexing.”



“norgesti-what??” Harry replied, looking from professor to professor. Severus sighed impatiently. “The PILL, Potter.” Realization dawned on Harry finally and he settled down a little. “Then, how could she be pregnant?”



“How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter. He too couldn’t add things together off the Quidditch pitch.” Harry began to scowl at the older man, his right hand twitching towards his wand. Severus paid no attention and continued, “Obviously, Mr. Weasley performed some spell or act in his intoxicated state to ensure this would happen.”



McGonagall nodded her head in agreement and told Harry and Severus to both sit down. She smiled sadly at the men. Harry’s legs were bouncing up and down, a futile attempt to hide his anger. “He did this to her on purpose. Son of a bitch.”



“Please contain yourself, Potter, your anger is not contributing any solution to this problem.” Severus told him coolly, though inside he was seething. That bastard was going to have his come uppance; whether through ministry or his own justice.



Harry’s head snapped up, “Well, she doesn’t have to keep it does she? She can get rid of it!” Severus cringed, out of all the evil he had seen in the world, he still could not believe women would do such a thing to their own flesh and blood. Though considering the circumstances, he could sympathize.



“Yes, Mr. Potter. As unlikely as she is to want that spawn inside of her, it is still going to be HER choice as to whether or not she wants to ‘get rid of it’ as you so eloquently put it.” In his mind, however, Severus knew he would try to convince her otherwise.



The headmistress left it in Severus and Harry’s capable hands to speak with Hermione about all of her options. She had stressed the word ‘ALL’ and bade them to please control the mutual loathing long enough to accomplish something. The men made their way to the hospital wing.



They walked in to find a very distressed Pomfrey. “She’s gone. I left to attend to a Quidditch injury, when I got back, she was gone.” The poor woman was on the verge of tears.



“What do you mean she’s gone?” Severus and Harry both shouted together. Before she could talk again, however, Severus had billowed through the door. Harry followed shortly after.



Through the castle they hastened. Severus had a good idea of where she might be. It was her safe haven: her room. They got there and used Severus’ rooms to enter hers. There she was, standing over her bed where a book lay. Her wand in her hand, pointed directly at her abdomen.



Severus slowly approached her, careful not to trip on any of the scattered books about the room. He was about 3 feet from her. “SECTUMSEMP OOPH”. Severus knocked her to the ground as the sparks from the flubbed spell shot across the room, exploding the chair in front of Harry.



“Get off me!” she screamed. Severus had her pinned to the floor, completely at a loss for what he had nearly seen her do. “You foolish girl! What were you thinking? You could have severed your entire abdomen.” He was using his full voice.



“I have to get this thing out of me! GET IT OUT!!!” she was hysterical. The look in her eyes was wild and haunted. Severus slowly let her up. She backed into the wall, bent over, wand pointed on the two intruders.



“Ms. Granger, there are safer methods if you do not wish to have the child.” Severus began. “You could kill yourself. You can not sever your abdomen in an attempt to remove the baby.”



“Better dead than to have HIS parasite sucking my life out.” She spat. “BACK OFF POTTER,” she screamed as Harry made a move to go to her. Harry remained silent by the fireplace, never had he seen Hermione lose control so badly. He did not know what to do.



Severus moved slowly towards the crazed girl. He knew her to be exceedingly quick and efficient with her wand. “There is a potion, Hermione, which will rid you of this unwanted child.” He told her calmly. “It shall only take a month to brew. If, at that time, you still want to flush out this ‘parasite’ then you will have your chance.”



Hermione’s wand began to lower towards the ground as she took in what the potions master was saying. When she dropped it, both men made an audible sound of relief and began to approach her.



Harry picked her wand up and put it in her night table drawer. His eyes spilled over with tears of relief and, without thinking, went to hug her. She flinched away and ran to the lavatory.



Severus watched with interest as the young wizard followed her. Apparently he had tired of Hermione flinching away all the time. Severus watched from the lavatory doorway as Harry gently put his hands on Hermione’s shoulders, a grip just strong enough to hold her still.



“Let me go, Harry,” she said. Severus saw the signs of her nausea and knew what was coming. Oh this was going to be good.



“No, Hermione. You have to stop shutting people out. You are my sister and I love you. Time to pull out our Gryffindor courage and move on!” he had her a mere inches from his face.



“It’s not that, Harry, I just, I think…” she didn’t even finish her sentence before she began to vomit. Ugly green projectile puke covered the young auror. He jumped back, disgusted. Arms held humorously high by his sides.



“Oh, I’m so sorry, Harry.” Hermione began to cry. Clear exhaustion written on her face, and a bit of humiliation. Harry muttered something about it being okay and he would see her later before leaving. Hopefully to shower before work.



Hermione looked at the mess that extended from her room, through the bathroom, and into Professor Snape’s room. “I-I-I’m terribly sorry, Professor.” She sobbed. “I’ll cl-clean it up.”



Severus had to struggle to hide his amusement. “It is alright Mr. Granger, I shall have it taken care of.” He turned his nose up. “However, I really was not planning on having to have the rugs cleaned.”



After scourgifing the best he could, and after Hermione took a bath, he helped her into bed. She passed out almost before her head touched the pillow. Severus shook his head at the absurd round bed once again and went to his rooms.



He shut the doors, placed a silencing charm on them and began to laugh whole-heartedly. Maybe it was from the expelled stress of the afternoon, or maybe it was years of waiting for vindication, because never in his whole life would Severus Snape forget the look of James Potter’s son being covered in vomit.









A/A/N: To those who want her to keep the baby, don\'t worry, I am 5 months pregnant and will not kill off Hermione\'s baby. It is something to write that I know about. To those who want her to kill it, I\'m sorry,but,this baby has a plan. It was one of the few \'for sure\' ideas for this story.