The Dragon of Hogwarts

The Dragon of Hogwarts

Chapter 11: The Day After

As wonderful as the weekend had been, Monday was awful! It seemed to Hermione as if everyone in the entire school knew that she and Blaise had had sex. Of course that wasn't the case at all. Some of the teachers knew, along with Harry and Ron, but no one else did. If any of the other students noticed the absence of their Head boy and girl this weekend, they didn't comment on it.

Hermione knew that she was blushing as she sat down with Blaise to breakfast. She hadn't wanted to come down, but Blaise had pointed out that they'd have to face everyone eventually and might as well just get it over with.

"Everyone knows," she whispered to him.

He grabbed her hand beneath the table, and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "You're just being paranoid, no one knows." His warm breath tickled her ear, and she shivered at his touch.

"McGonagall knows. And so do they," Hermione said gesturing to Harry and Ron.

Other than the requisite 'good morning' her two best friends hadn't said much.

Blaise glanced up at the Head table and grimaced when the Transfiguration Professor winked at him.

"Well, who cares? It's not their business, it's ours," he said, then turned his attention to his plate. He didn't release her hand though and Hermione was grateful for that.

She soon forgot her embarrassment though. Picking at her food, she watched Blaise out of the corner of her eye. Her tongue came out to wet her lips as she watched him eat, remembering the feel of his mouth on her. She barely suppressed a moan, and soon Blaise was leaning over to whisper again.

"If you keep looking at me like that, everyone will know because I'll have to take you right here on the table."

A stab of desire shot through her at his words and she had to bite back another moan when he placed her hand against his arousal. A squeak sounded from across the table, and they looked up to see a very flustered Ginny.

"I dropped my fork," she explained, then got up and moved down next to Lavender.

Hermione snatched her hand back and turned her most intense concentration on what remained of her scrambled eggs.

She could hear Blaise laughing under his breath and couldn't help a small smile herself.

All too soon it was time for classes.

"See you at lunch," Blaise said, and casually dropped a kiss on her mouth.

Hermione heard Lavender gasp behind her, and did her best not to react. Parvati grabbed her arm, and started pulling her out of the Great Hall.

"Sorry guys, girl talk," she heard Lavender say to Harry and Ron, before taking her other arm. They walked quickly away from the throng of students, and pulled her into an empty hallway.

"So it's true? You and Blaise are really an item?" Parvati asked eagerly.

Hermione groaned mentally, and tried to shake free of their grips.

"I don't really want to discuss it right now," she said, hoping that the two biggest gossips of the school would leave it alone. She should have known better.

"Ginny saw you feeling him up under the table during breakfast," Lavender said, ignoring what Hermione had said.

Parvati squealed.

"Oh, Hermione! Have you done it yet?" she asked.

Hermione opened her mouth but no words came out.

"Of course she has. Look at her," Lavender pointed a finger at her, "I knew the minute she walked into the Great Hall that she'd had sex."

Hermione's jaw dropped, and she froze in shock. "I don't look any different," she protested hoarsely.

Lavender looked at her as if she had forgotten Hermione was there. "Of course you don't 'look' different. I can tell because I have the 'sight'," she said, smugly.

Hermione took that moment to break away from them.

"We'll continue this conversation later!" Parvati called after her as she dashed to Charms.

"I can hardly wait," she muttered under her breath.

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The day toiled on endlessly. Hermione had never been so distracted in her life. If she wasn't thinking about Lavender and Parvati and what they were spreading around the school, then she was thinking of Blaise and all the things she wanted to do with him.

Her thoughts drifted to her baby brother and she put a hand to her stomach.

Could she be pregnant yet? She was so consumed by that question that she skipped Care of Magical Creatures class to visit with Poppy in the infirmary.

"I wondered how long it would take you to come and see me," the old nurse said.

Hermione almost immediately regretted going to the Hospital Wing, as she was again subjected to a physical, and no, she was not pregnant yet.

"Looks like you'll have to keep trying," Poppy commented, with a wink.

Hermione gave her a strained smile then hurried toward lunch. Blaise was already eating and he looked up at her in concern.

"You would not believe the things I've heard today," he said as she sank down beside him.

"What things?" she asked, as sense of dread in her stomach.

"I heard you were in the hospital wing because you were pregnant. Are you?"

He looked very calm, but Hermione could feel the anticipation coming off of him in waves.

"Not yet," she said and nearly choked on his disappointment.

She leaned against him and started rubbing small circles on his back.

"We knew it probably wouldn't happen right away," she pointed out.

Blaise nodded and leaned into her touch. She smiled when he started softly purring and jumped when Harry and Ron suddenly sat down across from them.

"Well?" Ron asked.

Hermione didn't have to ask what he was talking about. If Blaise had heard the rumor then he and Harry had probably heard it too.

"I'm not pregnant," she said, flatly.

It amused her to see both of her friends blush and look away.

"Oh really. It doesn't usually happen right away," she turned to Blaise, "we have plenty of time, please don't be upset."

The look in his dark blue eyes was so unsure the she couldn't stop herself from giving him a reassuring kiss.

"Do you have to do that at the table?" Harry groused.

At first Hermione was embarrassed by her action, but then she saw that the sparkle had returned to his eyes and was glad that she'd kissed him.

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"Hermione, wake up," Harry said in a loud whisper as he poked her in the arm with a quill.

"Ow, what?" she asked with a yawn.

"You slept through History of Magic," Ron informed her with a grin.

Hermione set up straight, her eyes widening in horror.

"Oh, no! Did you take notes?" she asked him anxiously.

Ron snorted.

"Yeah, after six months of not taking notes in this class, I finally decided to start today," he said, sarcastically.

"It's not like you haven't read all about the lesson yet anyway," Harry pointed out.

Hermione gave him a look.

"Fine, I'll just borrow Blaise's," she huffed and started gathering her things to leave.

She looked down at the parchment that she'd been sleeping on and was amused to see that she'd written Hermione Zabini all over it. That amusement quickly fled, however, when she heard a gasp of shock. She turned her head to see Lavender looking over her shoulder and reading her doodles.

She quickly stuffed the parchment in her bag, and turned to face the gossip queen, ready to deny everything.

"You're engaged!" she said with such conviction, it raised the hair on Hermione's arm.

She opened her mouth to deny this, but just like earlier in the day, no words would come. Hermione was a horrible liar and had spent so many years doing anything to avoid it that she just couldn't think of one. Besides the answer was written all over her face, and a couple of people turned to stare at her.

"Show me the ring," Lavender demanded and Hermione reluctantly pulled the necklace she'd been wearing it on out of her shirt. A couple of other girls gathered close to see the ring and Hermione felt a flush of pride at hearing their ecstatic approvals.

She glanced over at Harry and Ron to see what they thought of this, but they just looked bored.

"Hermione, we're going to be late for potions," Harry whined.

Hermione stuffed the necklace back in her shirt and got to her feet.

"You might as well put it on your finger. The whole school will know by dinner," Lavender's warning chased her as she walked with Harry toward the dungeons.

Harry stopped her before they reached the final set of stairs. "You're not the first couple in our year to get engaged. People will probably make a big deal about it for a little while, but it'll die down. You'll see," Harry assured her.

She gave him a hug in thanks, and they hurried to Potions.

She stopped just outside of the classroom, and took off her necklace. Sliding the engagement ring off, she quickly slipped it onto her ring finger and put the necklace back on.

Straightening her shoulders, she walked into the classroom, and sat on the stool next to Blaise, who was setting up for the day. No one seemed to notice the ring, although to Hermione it felt like she had a huge sign over her head that said she was engaged.

She turned to ask Blaise about what they'd been working on and saw that she'd been wrong. Someone had noticed the ring and was staring at her with gold-green eyes that burned with hunger, and not for food.

"Blaise?" she asked uncertain and was hit with answering bolt of lust.

He reached for her, but she stepped away. "We can't, not here," she whispered.

He turned away from her and crossed his arms across his chest. She was terrified to see him start shaking and realized that he was on the verge of changing into his dragon form.

She turned her gaze to Professor Snape, who took one look at Blaise then dashed into his storeroom. A few seconds later he emerged with a potion vial filled with black liquid and handed it to her.

"I don't dare get close to him while he's like this," he explained.

Hermione nodded, and grabbed the vial.

"Blaise?"

He whirled around to face her and she was surprised to see that his skin was turning green.

"I need you to drink this," she said handing him the vial.

He quickly downed it and sighed in relief. However, Hermione saw that though he had taken the potion, his skin was still green.

She looked at Snape.

"What are you looking at, get back to work!" he bellowed to the room. Every student instantly became absorbed in his or her own projects.

Satisfied, Snape turned to her. "He's too big to change in the castle. Get him to your room before the potion wears off," he commanded, and began to walk away.

Hermione reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"What do I do with him when I get there?" she asked, anxiously.

"You have to keep him from changing," he hissed.

"And how do I do that?"

Snape gave her a very evil grin and then bent over to whisper in her ear.

"Fuck him."

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Hermione's face was still red as she hurried Blaise up the stairs to their room.

The door had barely shut behind them before he was tearing off her clothes. Standing before him completely naked, a thrill ran through her and the lust she'd felt in the Potion's Classroom returned full force.

He slammed her against the wall and Hermione felt a flood of wetness between her legs.

His eyes were pure gold now, and the thought occurred to Hermione that she couldn't stop him if she wanted to. That ought to have bothered her more than it did, but at this particular moment she wanted him so badly that she didn't care.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying desperately to get closer to him.

He kissed her hard before ripping off his own pants and underwear, unable to bear it much longer.

Blaise barely had the presence of mind to check with his fingers to make sure she was ready for him before he started working his way into her. Hermione felt an orgasm rip through her when he finally plunged all the way in, and cried out at the pleasure.

He didn't last long, and soon they were sliding to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

She held his head to her breast as he fought to get his breathing under control, pleased to see that his skin had returned to its rightful shade.

"I'm sorry," he gasped out, raising his dark blue eyes to look at her.

"I'm not," she whispered and kissed him.

He pulled back to study her.

"I hurt you," he said, raising a hand to a burn on her chest.

She looked down at it in surprise.

"I didn't even feel it," she told him.

Of course, now that she was aware of it, it started throbbing in pain.

Blaise immediately leaned forward to heal it, but she stopped him with a hand to his chest.

"Take me to bed and do it?" she asked, softly.

He nodded, the green slipping back into his eyes, and swung her up into his arms.

Blaise gently laid her on his bed, and crawled on beside her.

He healed the burn on her chest and, even though she insisted he hadn't hurt her there, he moved his healing tongue between her legs.

He brought her twice that way, then made love to her properly two more times before passing out in exhaustion.

Hermione felt wide awake and glanced at the clock on his wall. It was six-thirty. She and Blaise had been making love for four hours.

She quietly slipped out of bed and went to her room to clean up. As she walked to the bathroom, she looked at her bed all made up. She hadn't slept in it since Thursday night. She briefly wondered what the house elves must think, but shrugged it off.

It really didn't matter. Their secret was out anyway.

A shower and change of clothes later, and Hermione felt like a new woman.

Deciding to go to the kitchens to get food for her and Blaise, she opened her bedroom door, and was surprised to see Ginny waiting for her in one of the chairs in the common room.

Ginny stuck her chin out defiantly and said, "You've got a lot of explaining to do, missy."

End chapter 11