Warning: Rated M for Mature. Enjoy Part 1 of my new story. Let me know how you like it, hate it, or otherwise fangirl over it. Either way: send all the loves.

Loki walked the cold empty streets of London. Puddles splashed beneath his feet, another rain storm had drowned the city in a cold stupor, bringing the night to an early close. He loved the smells that grasped his senses after a good storm. The smells of the earth, the smells of fresh air. It was at times like this he loved to walk Midgard. When the city slept, and the night was his to roam. It was a night just like this that he met a beautiful creature, so full of a wild thirst for knowledge and a curious affinity for the magic arts.

Hermione, she had said her name was. Hermione Granger.

And she was beautiful. Loki had never seen such beauty in a human, but the creature he had met that night was beyond comparison. Her hair was beautiful, the way it fell about her shoulder in the moonlight. Her nose was pink, from the chill, and her cheeks flush. Where she stood, alone in the forest, she could not see him. He was the master of hiding, wasn't he. But he watched her, from his place behind the large tree, Loki longed for the human girl.

After what seemed an eternity in the darkness. The girl spoke, Loki started, but soon realized that the human talked to herself. With a raise of her hand, Loki saw she held a very fine, polished stick. Curious, he watched on. AS he watched he learned the extraordinary about this beautiful creature. She was, in fact, a mortal witch.

As she spoke to the air, waving her wand, Loki watched as the girl then vanished before his eyes. Approving of her excellent skills, Loki uttered words of his own upon his thin lips, waving his fingers. She appeared after a blink, Loki nearly moaned at the sight before him. This creature stood tall, her flesh exposed to the moonlight. She stood before Loki, in matching bra and panties. As she waved her wand across her skin, a smell began to waft towards him. A sweet floral fragrance. She was bathing herself in the woods.

"What a pretty smell." Loki could keep his tongue silent no more. Stepping from behind the tree he approached the startled creature, frozen to the spot as he approached.

"Wh-who are you?" she stammered, her cheeks ablaze as Loki walked tall towards her.

She made to raise her wand, but Loki's strong hand stopped her wrist. He held her firm, his green eyes glowing. Terror filled her pretty features, draining her face of color.

"I am not going to harm you." Loki smiled down at her, but she did not look relieved. Loki tried a different approach. "I am Loki, son of Odin. You do not need fear me."

She went lax, her expression shaken. Her eyes looking up at Loki questioningly.

"Loki? The god of mischief?"

This warm creature spoke the words that warmed Loki all the way to his bones. Hand still holding firm to her wrist, he reached his second hand, caressing her soft cheek. Her skin was smooth against his fingertips. A smile crept upon his mouth. His whole body shivered.

"Tell me, beautiful creature, what do they call you?" Loki asked, his words eased from his tongue. His green eyes locked with the eyes of the girl before him.

"Hermione. Hermione Granger."