Description: Hermione has been developing some rather mature emotions and feelings towards Hagrid... She isn't quite sure how to handle them, as she doesn't want to destroy their friendship. The twist? Hagrid feels the same way for Hermione... How will Hogwarts react?!

Hogwarts

Hermione's 6th year

The sun rose into the most beautiful shades of blue and orange. The light shine upon Hermione in bed. She slept so peacefully. The cold in the girls dormitories caused her nipples to pucker ever so slightly. Or was it the cold?

Her eyes fluttered open from her erotic dream.

"Oh my," she started, quite scared from the overwhelming emotions. What had she dreamed? Hagrid caressing her milky skin. His furry lips chasing her goosebumped thighs. His massive fingers inside her-

"Oh! Such unholy thoughts!" She nearly screamed. None of the other girls were there due to their camping trip, thank goodness. She couldn't bear to explain what her sudden rattling was about.

A walk. That's what she needed. Just to clear her mind and get her thoughts in order. So she changed into her jeans and a pink sweatshirt and laced up her sneakers. She made her way out of the castle with no troubles and just walked.

She trekked the grounds of her beloved school with her hands shoved into her pockets. Just a simple act helped so much.

How could she have feelings for him? He was like an uncle to her! More than twice her age! But his eyes, so beady and kind. The way they traced her body in her dream. She was hypnotized by their magnetic affect. This couldn't be! She could never be with him, it isn't meant to be.

"Hiya, Hermione!" Called a familiar voice, awaking her from her reverie. When she looked up to see her caller she nearly fainted.

"Oh! Hi, Hagrid! I was, uh, just thinking about us - I mean you," she shot her head down, face burning with mortification.

"Tha's a bit funny, 'cuz I was jus' thinkin' a you..." He trailed off looking quite sheepish.

"Well... Perhaps I should go, I have a charms exam to study fo-" and with her goodbye Hagrid cut her off with a passionate kiss. A kiss she couldn't fight, nor wanted to. She kissed him back. A kiss that was more of a tango of tongues, than the battle of a kiss she and Krum had shared. They were meant to fit together perfectly. The kiss was more than a kiss... It was a promise. It was a promise of pure passion for each other. His massive height made it necessary for him to kneel down to exchange saliva.

"I've bin wantin' ta do tha' fer a long time," he whispered.

"I'm happy to oblige you," she replied.

"When can we meet again, me love?" He inquired.

"Soon. I promise, quite soon," she vowed. She then ran back to the castle with a feeling of warmth within.