A Silent Wish

At a Glance

The music was blaring and the room was dimly lit with flashing floodlights of all colors. Hermione sat at a table in the corner while her friends danced the night away. She loved to dance and have fun, but the foam, now at her knees, was not very inviting. Slippery floor in heals? I don't think so, she thought to herself. She had enough trouble in heals as it was.

Another reason she didn't like the idea of heading out to the floor was that all night, she had sensed eyes were watching her. She did not know whom, but she didn't like it. She would casually glance around, but found no one staring directly at her. Soon, the foam would be at waist level, and she didn't like the potential danger of someone slipping her under at waist level.

Searching the area again, Hermione saw Ginny dancing with another man. She stood at about his shoulders and she had her head on his chest, dancing with the rhythm. Hermione never approved of dancing with other people you didn't know in a place like this, but she had no control over what her friend did. She never felt that it was safe, but then again, she was an over cautious person.

Looking around some more, she found Harry and Ron doing strange stunts on the floor. She couldn't quite see what it was, but the crowd was drawing in around them. Hermione watched as the crowd eventually blocked her view. She tried to crane her neck to where she could see, but they were coming in too fast and too thick. She brought her knees to her chin and positioned her feet to where she could stand on the chair. As she stood, she held the table with her hands to stable her balance. She rested her eyes on the spot where Harry and Ron where, but all she could see was a big puff of foam. Slowly and hesitantly, she jumped off of the chair and landed in the foam. The foam felt cold against her legs and she walked carefully so as to not fall. To her surprise, the footing was smooth and she found it was easy to walk through it.

As she approached the crowd, Hermione could hear them chant, "Go! Go! Go!"

Hermione slowly made her way through the crowd to the front. She could now see the reason for the puffed foam. There, in the middle of the crowd, Harry and Ron were…break dancing?

Harry was starting off with a worm, which he wasn't too bad at. Ron, on the other hand, was pathetically trying to do a head spin. Better keep it to Harry, Hermione thought as Harry stopped Ron casually and performed the stunt with ease. She felt embarrassed for Ron, but she couldn't help but laugh. Hey, the crowd loved the entertainment, so what could she do but watch in amusement as well?

After their show, Harry and Ron gave dramatic bows and the crowd roared with laughter. Everyone clapped and whistled. The crowd eventually cleared after a few pats-on-the-backs and a couple of compliments.

"Wow, I didn't know you two could do that," Hermione told them with an impressive smile.

"Well, living in the Muggle world taught me a few things," Harry said with a proud smile. Hermione shook her head and returned a smile.

"Yea, Harry has been trying to teach me, but as you can tell, I still need work," Ron said with an embarrassed smile.

"No, you did fine, no one is perfect," Hermione told her with a reassuring smile.

Ron blushed and said, "Well, I know someone."

It was a childish compliment, but Hermione couldn't help but smile. He needed work on his charm, but he was getting there.

"Well, thank you, Ron," Hermione said with a pat on his shoulder.

There was an awkward moment of silence before Ginny came over with a huge grin. The boys turned their attention to her and Hermione slowly slipped away.

Hermione had lost her table in all the excitement and dim lighting and looked around frantically for it. She was slowly getting more and more uncomfortable as the people got closer and closer around her. People bumped into her as she tried to get through the crowd, but the more she tried to get out, the denser it got. She tried retracing her steps, but she couldn't find them.

Hermione had just started to hyperventilate when she felt the touch of cool hands on her shoulders and her breath stopped. She made to turn her head to see who it was, but as she did, she felt one of the hands place a hand on her cheek to stop her. The hand was even colder on her face then on her shoulders.

Reluctantly, she turned her head back to where her eyes looked directly in front of her. She could tell this man meant business and she wasn't willing to take the risk of pissing him off.

After putting his hand back on to her shoulder, he slowly began to move them down her arms. She shivered at his touch and he said, "Just feel the rhythm," into her ear. His breath was like ice and made her shiver more.

He began to move to the music and moved his hands to hers. She took the chance to glance down at his hands. They were pale with a large ring on his right middle finger. It was a large emerald with an inscription around it, but she didn't have time to read it. The thing that caught her eye was the ring on his left ring finger. Is that a…but his movement caught her off guard. Her pulled her closer to him so they were touching.

Her body stiffened as he did this and he responded by giving soft chuckle only she could hear.

He moved his hands professionally from her hands up to her waist as the foam reached her hips.

Hermione still hadn't moved, so he firmly placed his hands on her hips and gently pushed her hips into the rhythm with him.

Somehow, the rhythm was relaxing and everyone around her disappeared as she closed her eyes. His hands seemed to disappear, along with his touch. A sweet aroma filled her nostrils and her breathing slowed and became deeper. Hermione's head fell back in comfort and she found the nice calm of warmth. A strange breeze brushed across her right cheek and she welcomed it with a low sigh.

The breeze continued on to her collarbone where it sat there briefly before moving across her chest and finally resting on her belly. There was a slight pressure on her stomach and she relaxed completely against the warmth.

Hermione felt the pressure from her left hip disintegrate and slowly passed over her lower abdomen up to her belly.

Her neck slacked to her left, leaving her neck open for attack. The next thing she knew, she felt a minor pressure on her neck. It moved up and down her neck, pecking her here and there. She replied with a soft moan.

The sound of a muffled laughter brought her out of her trance. The hot breath on her ear brought all the blaring music came rushing back and she slowly opened her eyes to feel hair other then hers brush her shoulder. The floodlights almost blinded her, but she still smelt the sweet aroma in her nostrils.

As if sensing her arrival the modern world, he drew back slightly so as to not give away his identity. Instead, he brought his lips to her ear and breathed into it again, but at a better angle.

She felt his hot breath on her ear and her own breath became shorter and quicker.

Hermione didn't know what it was that made her feel like this, but she wasn't sure she liked it.

She brought her hands from the top of his hands on her belly slowly over her own hips to his thighs and up to his hips. She felt as he moved under her hands along with her beat.

After a moment, he took his hands from her belly and placed them on top of hers. When she felt his hands, they were no longer cold, but hot to the touch.

He moved her hands from him, back to her hips. From her hips, up to her chest and over her shoulder to his face. Hermione could feel his strong features under her hands.

Her hands lay on his cheeks as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes to imagine as he placed his hands in her hair.

As she slowly passed gently over his jaw, she could tell it was loose in relaxation. His eyes were closed in dream. His jaw line was firm and well formed. His nose was thin and slightly long. And his lips were gentle, but demanding.

Hermione moved her hands back passed his cheek and toward his ear. Past his ear she ran her fingers when there was a sharp pain in her wrist from his hands.

He brought her hands back in front of her and she cringed in pain. He didn't have to say anything, the message was clear; his hair was not to be touched. She didn't know why, but she wasn't planning on finding out.

"Hermione!" Hermione heard in the distance.

Without a word, the man was gone and she almost lost her balance. She turned around quickly to try to get a glimpse at him, but he was nowhere to be found.

She was both relieved and disappointed at the same time. He made her feel uncomfortable, yes, but he also made her feel wanted. Not in the way of friends, but wanted. She had never felt that way.

"Hermione, where have you been? You seemed to just disappear," Harry said with Ron at his feet.

Hermione found herself staring in the direction of the crowd.

"Hermione?" Ron said, snapping her out of her trance.

"Oh, what? Yeah, sorry, I decided to go out on the dance floor. I guess I got lost," she said turning her head to them briefly before turning back toward the crowd.

Harry and Ron gave each other curious looks.

"Come on Hermione, let's go," Harry said and put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her gently away as she continued to stare.

Just as she was about to turn away, she saw a pair of cold eyes. Their eyes locked for a moment before they were gone.