The Fire Within

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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"You're wearing far too many clothes," Hermione spoke, drawing his attention and her gaze was so fiery and heated, he wondered if it were possible for her to set someone ablaze with her eyes alone.

An amused smiled pulled at his face as he moved to hover over her, his knees between her legs and his hands on either side of her head.

"And what are you going to do about it?" He questioned.

A frown of concentration appeared on her face and just as he was about to ask her what she was doing, her wand flew into the room and landed in her hand, and with a flick, the rest of his clothing suddenly disappeared, leaving him naked. He looked down at himself in surprise and then back to her glowing eyes in amusement.

"Wasn't expecting that," he chuckled.

She shrugged and dropped her wand, letting roll off the bed and onto the ground as she pulled him down to her and kissed him with so much hunger, so much passion and fire, he wondered if she were trying to burn him alive.

They shuffled slightly, moving up the bed until Hermione's head was resting on the pillows and he pulled back to look at her. Her hand came up to his face, her thumb softly running over his cheek and she stared into his amber eyes and he stared into hers.

"Who is this?" She asked.

Seeming to understand her question, he answered. "It's us, me. I'm me and he's me, too."

She stared at him for a little longer before nodding and pulling him back down to kiss her. She wound her arms around his neck and when he settled himself in the cradle of her thighs, she pushed at him and rolled him onto his back so she straddled him. She sat up slightly to look down at him and his hand came up to her hair, finding the clip and removing it so the rest of her hair fell down her back and spilled over her shoulders in messy, wild curls. He threw the clip to the floor and buried his hands in her hair, the soft strands getting tangled around his fingers.

"I much prefer your hair like this," he told her when she raised an eyebrow.

"You're the first," she replied, bending to place a chaste kiss to his mouth.

"Err, I don't have anything with me," he told her, looking a little embarrassed.

She looked confused until she understood his meaning and she chuckled at him, shaking her head lightly.

"I'm on the Contraception Potion; it's one hundred percent effective. There are different versions, but the one I'm on I only have to take once a month. Luckily for you, my last dose was due two days ago, so I'm good for a while."

He raised an eyebrow and she shrugged in response, before a worried look crossed her face.

"What it is?"

She worried at her lip with her teeth and with his hands still in her hair, he massaged her scalp.

"I don't want to hurt you," she admitted.

"You won't hurt me."

"My fire might, I'm sure you've noticed my body temperature and I know you've seen the holes I've burnt into the bedding. In situations like this, I've been known to actually burn people."

"Hermione, you're forgetting I have fire, too. I'm a hellhound, I'm fire-proof; you can't hurt me. I promise you won't hurt me."

She made to argue but he just pulled her down to kiss him, distracting her from her worries. She shuffled slightly and lifted her body off him so her hand could snake between them and she gripped the hardened length in her hot hand and he hissed against her mouth as she worked him over, learning quickly how he liked to be touched by listening and paying attention to his reactions.