The Dragon of Hogwarts

The Dragon of Hogwarts

Chapter 10: The Bonding

Friday came like any other day, though Hermione carried the weight of its significance with her all through it. She bathed and dressed, like usual, and left her room to find Blaise waiting to walk her down to breakfast. Again, like usual.

She'd expected him to say or do something to remind her of the fact that they would be having sex that night, but he didn't. On the way to the Great Hall he'd only asked her opinion on an idea for their potion project.

They sat down at the Gryffindor table, and Hermione cautiously studied her friends out of the corner of her eye. But they too, acted as if nothing was different. Of course, Harry and Ron had no idea that she would be losing her virginity tonight, and she had no intention of telling them.

She forced herself to relax and eat. After a few minutes, she even started participating in the conversations going on around her. Blaise's hand found hers under the table and she had to suppress a small shiver of excitement.

All too soon, it was time to head to class. As they made their way out of the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall called out to her.

"I'll see you in Arithmancy," she told Blaise and waded through the sea of students toward her Transfiguration teacher.

"Yes Professor?" she asked.

The old woman's eyes glittered mischievously.

"Miss Granger, Please come by my office after classes today. I have something for you."

"I have a physical with Poppy after classes," she informed her.

"Oh, that's right. Well, come by after that then."

"Yes Professor," she said, and then hurried to her first class.

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The day seemed to fly by, and Hermione was a little concerned by the fact that none of her teachers assigned any homework. Surely they didn't all know about her and Blaise's weekend plans did they?

She pushed the disconcerting thought from her mind and headed to the infirmary.

Over the next half-hour, Hermione proceeded to undergo a type of torture she'd never known about. She had been stripped naked, forced to lie flat on her back on an uncomfortable table with her legs spread and held up by stirrups while Poppy poked and prodded her with cold instruments. It wasn't painful, just humiliating, and very uncomfortable.

To make it worse, she had to listen to the nurse prattle on and on about sex.

"Okay, Miss Granger, you can get dressed now," Poppy said, finally.

Hermione sighed with relief, and gratefully slipped her uniform back on.

She then had to drink seven different potions.

"For fertility," Poppy said, handing her the first vial.

As she made her way to Professor McGonagall's office, she felt decidedly queasy, and hoped that the feeling would pass.

No such luck.

McGonagall had gotten her a gift. Lingerie.

Her queasiness turned to full-blown nausea, and she shuddered at the knowing wink her Head of House gave her.

When Hermione finally made it back to the dorm, she collapsed on a sofa and threw her arm over her eyes.

"Hermione?" Blaise asked sounding concerned.

She sighed.

"I need to rest a minute, Blaise. I've had a rather trying afternoon," she said, not moving her arm.

Blaise lifted her feet then sat down and put them in his lap.

He removed her shoes then plucked at her stockings.

She hitched her skirt up enough so that he could see the tops of her thigh-highs, and bit back a moan at the feel of his warm hands sliding up her leg. He slowly pulled them off, allowing the tips of his fingers to trail along the bare skin of her leg.

Hermione moved her arm so that she could see what he would do next. The nausea had vanished at his touch, and a tight knot of tension now sat low in her belly.

He held out his hand, and she placed hers in it. She gasped when a slight tug from him sent her sprawling against him.

She pushed herself up, and he helped her settle in his lap with her legs straddling him.

He kissed her then, the heat of his lips almost scalding, and she jerked back.

"Too hot," she said with a frown, and he shut his eyes in concentration.

Blaise kissed her again, and this time it was still hot but not painfully so.

He parted her lips with his tongue, and moved his hands to her face, caressing her cheeks.

Her hands pulled at the front of his shirt, and she heard a thread break when she gave it a hard tug.

"Hey," he teased, breaking away to pull his shirt over his head before he lost any more buttons.

Hermione's mouth went dry and her hands began exploring his chest. She smoothed her fingers over the contours of his defined muscles, and ran her fingernails through the spattering of soft dark hairs. She felt his stomach muscles contract as her hands moved down his abdomen.

He kissed her again.

Blaise moved his hands to caress down her neck to her collarbone. His mouth left hers to follow the path his hands had taken with his scorching tongue. Meanwhile his hands moved to the buttons of her blouse, and before she could blink, it had joined his own on the floor.

His eyes began changing color at the sight of her white, cotton bra, against her tanned skin.

Blaise ran his hands up her sides to her bra, and quickly undid the clasp. He dropped the scrap of material to the floor so that his hands would be free to cup her breasts. He tested the weight of them, then began caressing and massaging them, while watching her face.

Hermione's eyes closed and her head fell back while her back arched involuntarily into his touch. She let out a small yelp as his hot lips closed over one nipple. Her hands threaded through his hair to hold him against her writhing body as his tongue ran back and forth across her nipple and one of his hands began drawing circles low on her stomach.

He pulled away suddenly, and stood up. She locked her legs around his waist and he carried her into his bedroom.

After their encounter with Draco earlier in the week, Blaise had returned his room to normal. Now, she was pleasantly surprised to see it all decorated again. Silver and black were the most predominate colors, and almost every piece of cloth was satin. The only lights were soft candles, and Hermione realized he must have put a warming charm on the room, for it was the middle of January and his fireplace stood cold and empty.

Even as dark as it was, Hermione could still see him very well. As he gently set her on her feet, and began removing her skirt, it suddenly occurred to her that she wasn't nervous at all. That was really strange. However, when Blaise slipped off her underwear, and carried her to the bed, all thoughts left her mind.

The cool satin felt glorious on her heated skin, and she propped herself up on her elbows so that she could watch him.

Blaise held her gaze as he slipped off his pants, and then his own underwear.

Her eyes quickly moved to take in his impressive erection, and she licked her lips unconsciously.

He groaned, and crawled onto the bed. He held himself up over her, and then captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Hermione tilted her head and opened her mouth to him. They both groaned as he slowly lowered his body onto hers, touching skin to skin for the first time.

Hermione ran her hands all over his back until, finally feeling brave enough; she slipped them down to grab hold of his butt. When she slipped a hand between them, and took hold of him, he started his purring again, and she almost laughed.

Blaise gently, but firmly, took Hermione's hand off of him, and started kissing down her body. Hermione gasped, and clutched the sheets with her hands as he ran his tongue across her abdomen, swirling it in her belly button.

He pushed her legs up, bending her knees, and opened them to his gaze. Hermione was reminded of the physical she'd had earlier, and was about to tell him to stop when she felt his tongue touch her.

She almost screamed. The pleasure was so intense. Her head tossed from side to side and she felt his fingers join his mouth. It wasn't long before that tight knot in her belly burst and she felt like she was flying on the dragon in her dream again.

She must have blacked out; because she opened her eyes a few minutes later to see Blaise stretched out beside her, absently stroking her hair.

When he saw she was awake, he pulled her on top of him, and started raining kisses all over her face.

"I'm sorry, my love, but this is going to hurt," he whispered.

She stared into his green-gold eyes.

"I know, it's supposed to hurt the first time," she said.

"Yes, but even more than that. I'm a bit bigger than other guys, and because of the specifics of the bonding I can't be as gentle with you as I want to."

She blinked at him, waiting to feel fear but none came.

Hermione nodded her assent, and Blaise quickly flipped them over so that he was on top.

He lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Just keep remembering how good it felt a few minutes ago. Once this next part is over, I swear I'll make it up to you."

He kissed her again.

"All weekend," he added.

He pushed her legs opened again, and his hand resumed its earlier position between her thighs. His fingers were stretching her, almost to the point of pain.

Then he removed his hand, and positioned himself at her opening.

Hermione shut her eyes, and braced herself. She was surprised to feel his lips on hers again, gently engaging her mouth in a distracting kiss.

Her eyes opened, and she looked at him questioningly.

"Just relax," he whispered against her mouth.

Hermione forced herself to relax and put all her attention on his lips.

When he entered her, it was sudden, and though she was expecting it, she still cried out in shock. Blaise was softly chanting something in what sounding like Gaelic, as he worked his way into her.

He hesitated when he reached her barrier and kissed her again. He swallowed her shriek of pain, as he buried himself all the way into her. Hermione felt something rip inside of her and tears stung her eyes.

His whole body was tense as he held completely still, continuing his chant. She stared into his eyes, which were now colored with swirls of gold, green, and blue.

Hermione let go of the sheet she'd been clutching, and began running her hands over his back and sides. She pressed her fingers harder into his skin and was rewarded by feeling some of the tension in his muscles leave under her ministrations.

He ended his chant and kissed her again. She stiffened as he began moving, but then his fingers found that special spot between her legs, and the pain was suddenly pushed aside by an intense wave of pleasure.

She matched him thrust per thrust and soon felt herself flying again. As she came down, she watched his face. His eyes were tightly shut in concentration as he pounded into her. She reached up and took his face in her hands, pulling him down for a kiss.

He suddenly pulled away from her, throwing his head back. With an inhuman growl, he gave three final thrusts, and Hermione felt the heat of his essence fill her.

At the precise moment he filled her, she felt a bond flare into life between the two of them, as if a channel had been cut between their souls, allowing a bit of her to seep into him, and a bit of him into her. It was like a blinding white heat that roared inside her and exploded in a flash of heightened awareness.

Suddenly she could feel him. There was a new warm space deep within her being that was Blaise. She knew he felt content, and grateful that he had found her. She knew that if she wanted to, she could talk to him there, without speaking.

"Blaise?" she thought at him, and was almost immediately assaulted by a wave of exhaustion.

"I can hear you," he replied in her mind.

"It's very tiring to communicate that way, until you're used to it," he whispered, and rolled over, pulling her against him.

It was more than telepathy, though. She could send and receive thoughts, pictures, feelings, and ideas.

Hundreds of questions popped into her head, but the exhaustion won out, and she soon felt herself falling asleep.

"You should rest up," Blaise said, kissing her head. "You're going to need it to get through this weekend."

End Chapter 10