A/N: This is a short piece of work that contains two parts. Yes, this is an unusual pairing, but I have read some really good stories featuring them. I hope you all enjoy, however.

Betas: Many thanks to Krissy and krazyredhead0317 for both looking this over. I appreciate your help!

Warnings: Sexual Content ahead.

Disclaimer: JKR owns the world and characters of Harry Potter, not me. I am not making any money from the posting of this story.

Her Deepest Desires

"Harry?"

"Yes, Hermione?" Harry asked, looking up from his homework.

She bit her lip as she shifted in her seat. "Do you know where the Mirror of Erised is?"

Harry sent her a funny look. "No, I don't. Professor Dumbledore told me my first year that it had been moved. I don't know where to," He paused. "Why?"

"Oh, I was just wondering," she murmured, her cheeks growing red. "I had read about it in Hogwarts, A History, and was wondering where it was. I'd love to see it in person."

He shrugged. "Sorry, 'Mione."

She scowled at the use of that horrid nickname, but nodded. If she wanted to find the mirror, she'd have to do it on her own.

"Thanks anyways," she murmured.

That night, Hermione sneaked out of Gryffindor Tower. She was determined to find the Mirror of Erised. Ever since reading about, she wanted to see it. She wanted to know what she would see.

She had no idea what her deepest desire was. No clue at all, which made the Mirror that much more appealing.

So she started her search. She started in the dungeons and worked her way upwards. She checked every nook and cranny she could think of. Luckily, she didn't run into trouble, as she had the Marauder's Map on her.

As the night dragged on, Hermione grew tired. Checking the time, she saw it was now past one in the morning. She had classes in the morning and it wouldn't do for her to be late because of tiredness.

Just one more level, she thought to herself. And if she didn't see it, she'd turn in.

As she walked along the fourth corridor, she huffed. She would never find it. Suddenly, something caught her eye. There was a stone that seemed strangely out of place in the castle's wall.

Hermione quickly walked over to the wall and gently touched the funny looking stone. It suddenly moved, along with the stones surrounding it, revealing a small passageway.

Excitement bubbled up within her. She had definitely found something!

Walking into the passage, she cast a small Lumos spell. There were steps leading upwards. Carefully, she climbed them.

Hermione assumed that she must have been in one of the small towers of the school. A passage that was obviously abandoned, as there were cobwebs everywhere.

As she reached the top of the stairs, she held her breath. She glanced into the room.

There it was!

It stood tall in the center of the room. The gold trimmings sparkled as if they were brand new. She saw the words written on the top. "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi." She tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out what was written. "Oh!" She claimed, grinning. "I show not your face but your heart's desire. Well, that's silly. They've got the spaces all mixed up."

Moving towards the mirror, Hermione held her breath. She couldn't wait to see what it would reveal. She would finally know what she wanted most in the world.

As she stepped in front of the mirror, she closed her eyes. After waiting a few moments, she opened them.

Her jaw immediately dropped.

She was in a rather romantic position with someone she had never met before. She couldn't see his face, but from behind he had light coloured skin and dirty blonde hair. His hair was shoulder-length and his back was quite muscular.

The two of them were on a bed. He hovered over her, dipping his head low to plant kisses along her neck.

"Who is that?" she asked, peering closer at the mirror. Why couldn't he turn around so she could see his face?

Hermione watched eagerly, her own body stirring with desire. She sat down in front of the mirror, watching intently. It was like she was watching a Muggle porn movie. A small part of her protested that this was wrong, but she pushed that away.

The man turned, showing Hermione his face. She immediately gasped.

No… that couldn't be… Was it?

It was. She had seen him in the picture Harry had showed her last year. He was a part of the original Order of the Phoenix.

It was really him.

Her heart thudded in the chest as she realized a younger version of Alastor Moody stared back at her.

Her deepest desire was Alastor Moody.

Shaking her head, she tried to relax. Hermione knew that she admired the old Auror, but had never expected that she desired him that way.

But the more she thought about it, the more she realized he was a good fit for her. He was smart, both academically and in the real world. He always acted like he was tough and emotionless, but she had seen a more caring side to him.

When she was hurt during the Ministry battle last year, he had stepped in and dueled Dolohov. He had then stayed by her side, ensuring that she wasn't injured even more. He was the one who brought her to the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. She saw the care in his eyes.

Hermione watched as Moody returned his attention to her in the mirror. His hands roamed her body as he kissed his way down her body. Both of his hands cupped her breasts, and his thumbs flicked over her nipples, causing them to stiffen into peaks.

Hermione felt her own nipples tighten. She bit her lip as desire coursed through her. She wanted Moody… She wanted to feel his hands on her body… her real body, not the one in the mirror.

Moody moved his head between her legs. The mirror Hermione arched her back as she tangled her hands in his hair.

She bit her lip as she watched. She moved her own hands lower, slipping them beneath her waistband. She was unsurprised to find herself wet. Watching Moody worship her own body turned her on more than she could admit. She slipped one finger into her heat and slowly moved it in and out. Her thumb flicked her clit as she continued to watch Moody and herself.

He was thrusting into her now. Her head was rolled back in what appeared to be pleasure. One of his hands gripped her waist as the other cupped her breast.

Hermione watched the muscles in his back bunched and relaxed with every move. The Moody she saw must have been in his early Auror days as he was very muscular.

Her own fingers worked quickly. As Moody increased his thrusts, Hermione increased her own. She wanted to come at the same time as him. There was something intimate about it. Her face felt flush as she felt the growing sensation between her legs.

Moody climaxed, his body shuddering in pleasure. Mirror Hermione followed suit, thrusting her hips against him. Her arms snaked their way around his neck.

Hermione gasped as her own body shuddered. "Alastor," she moaned his name as she came, arching her body as her head fell backwards.

She lay there on the dusty floor as the spasms abated. Once she caught her breath, she sat upwards and looked back towards the mirror. She and Moody were still kissing, and it seemed they were getting ready for another round.

Utterly spent, Hermione stood. She wiped her hands on her skirt, getting rid of the dust and ejaculation fluids. She smiled to herself as she glanced at the mirror once more. She looked so happy.

Full of bliss, Hermione returned to Gryffindor Tower, knowing that she would return the following night.

Hermione returned to the mirror the next four nights in a row. She grew more and more attached to the man in the mirror. Young Moody seemed to be a thorough lover, one that always left both her and the mirror Hermione wanting more.

However, on the fifth night, Hermione was disappointed to find the mirror wasn't there.

She stood in the dusty, old tower, a frown etched onto her face.

"It's been moved, Miss Granger."

She turned abruptly, embarrassed to see Professor Dumbledore standing in the doorway.

"It's no longer on school grounds." He looked at her with sympathetic eyes.

"Sir, couldn't I just see it one last time?" Hermione asked, hating how her voice sounded. She hated how desperate she sounded and felt.

"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, but that won't be happening. I understand the lure of the mirror, truly I do, but it's for the best. Many waste their days in front of it, and I would hate to see that happen to you."

"But it's the only way," Hermione murmured, trailing off. Heat coloured her cheeks.

"I know, Miss Granger," he said sympathetically. He crossed the room and placed a gentle hand on the shoulder. "The mirror shows us what we desire. Oftentimes, it is not something we can realistically attain."

Hermione knew that he was right. There was no way she'd be able to be with the Moody she wanted. The one she knew wasn't the man she desired. There was no way Moody would even contemplate a relationship with her. And Hermione knew there were no more time turners in existence.

There was no way she'd be with Moody. Her heart ached with the knowledge.

"I apologise, Miss Granger," Professor Dumbledore said. "It's for the best, as you'll see in time."

Hermione nodded. "If you'll excuse me, sir, I think I'll go to bed now."

"Sleep well, Miss Granger." He watched as she turned and left the tower.

She sniffled as she returned to Gryffindor Tower. Hermione knew she shouldn't have looked in the mirror, but her curiosity had been too great. She hadn't been able to resist, and look where it landed her.

With a broken heart.

She knew she'd be able to move on in time, but it still hurt. It hurt knowing she'd be around Moody, but not in the way she truly wanted.

Curiosity certainly did kill the cat in this case.

Hermione headed to bed that night with a heavy heart. Lying in bed, she closed her eyes. At least she would still see Moody in her dreams.

And who knows, maybe someday she will see the Mirror of Erised once more.