Hermione was shocked by his question. "Do you have a place to stay?" rang in her mind for the following seconds as she processed her response. She did not know what she was going to do for a while, and he seemed like a nice enough guy to allow herself to stay with him. However, she just met him and doesn't know what kind of guy he really is.
Damien looked at her confused, it was taking her a while to respond. Hermione thought a little bit longer and realized she was a witch, and as long as she had her wand, she would be perfectly okay with it.
"No, Damien, I do not have a place to stay... I just got here, remember? You did catch my fall," Hermione blushed as she accepted his offer. She felt him let loose the breath he was holding while waiting for her response. He looked over and grinned at her.
"Don't worry, I promise I won't do anything, but um... you need to hold on okay?" He asked as he brought his arm around her waist, ready for apparation. He felt her delicate hands on his wrist and he brought the two of them into his flat he was staying at.
First impressions always stick in Hermione's mind. And from the first impressions of his flat, she felt more comfortable around him. Everything was in its own place, the large cherry bookcase was full of books organized by size perfectly on their shelves. The furniture was arranged perfectly in the living room, with a beautiful fireplace being the main feature of the room.
Damien chuckled lightly as she took in the beauty of the room. He walked out of the room into the kitchen and pulled out a couple mugs. "Hermione? Would you like coffee or tea?" he called out to her.
"Coffee please!" he heard her sweet voice respond back to him. He already knew she would want a coffee, and knew how she liked it too, but he had to hold back the urge to make the perfect cup for her. Levitating the cups just so, he brought in her coffee to her, as she was reading the titles of all the books in the bookcase.
"There are a lot of muggle books here," she whispered to herself. She jumped slightly when she saw the floating coffee next to her. She pulled her wand out and added the perfect amount of cream and sugar. "Thank you, and quite a display you have here."
"I'll be honest and say I have not read most of these, and that they are mostly for show. My mother likes to keep appearances, even if they may lead people to think otherwise." He stopped talking almost immediately. He feared he may have said too much, so he look a sheepish look towards her, checking her reaction.
"That's pretty common where I come from. I knew wizards who only befriended who their parents wanted them to, just to keep their images up." Hermione's mind wandered to all the witches and wizards she had met through her years at Hogwarts who would call her "mudblood" only because it was what their families would expect of them. But she knew better, some hated to do it.
Damien sighed a content sigh and faked a yawn. "It's getting late, would you like me to show you the bathroom and where you will stay, as well as where I am staying just in case you don't trust me or need me for something?"
"Sure, that would be lovely... It's been a pretty long day for me, so why not?" Hermione followed in his lead as he lead her down a hallway. There were beautiful paintings decorating the walls, each framed perfectly. Hermione leaned in close to see if she could recognize the signature when Damien pulled her into a room.
"This is the bathroom, there are extra towels in the cupboard over there. The room next to this one is your bedroom and mine the the one on the end. If you would like, I will allow you to take a shower first, just knock on my door when I am able to take one as well." He walked out of the room and shut the door, and she heard him lock it for her privacy.
Hermione figured it would be good to take a shower to remove the floo powder from herself as well as relax before bed. She was finally in Australia, without having Harry to bug her all the time. Hermione climbed in the shower and was enchanted with the tiles of the shower. Each one was heat sensitive and changed color depending on the temperature. The whole shower changed colors before her eyes, and she nearly forgot to wash her hair, as she was having fun touching tiles and making the water cold and hot, just to entertain herself.
She suddenly remembered she forgot to bring her shampoo or her body wash with her into the shower, so she had to summon it to her. Luckily she got her own, and not his. She washed her hair, loving how wonderful it felt to just massage her scalp, and wondered if the rest of her body would enjoy a firmer wash. Once her hair was rinsed fully, she lathered herself with her body wash, massaging all the spots that ached from stress. She rolled her neck around as she felt it loosen from the hot water and her touch. Her hands worked down her arms, and jumped to her belly. Slowly she lathered herself up towards her supple breasts, massaging them and teasing the nipples. She gasped in pleasure, something she was not expecting, and her mind instantly remembered the one thing she remembered to bring with her, just in case.
Eventually she hobbled out of the shower and dried off, brushed her teeth, and did a drying spell to the bathroom, to remove the steam she had created. She tiptoed down to Damien's room and tapped gently on the door. She heard something shifting from within, and figured it would be best to go into her own room to relax a bit more.
Hearing a gently tapping on the door, Damien knew it was time to take his shower. He hoisted himself off his bed and went to his closet to pick out a pair of sleep pants to wear after his shower. He shuffled slowly, tired from a long and eventful day. He went to knock on Hermione's door when he noticed it was slightly cracked. Instinct told him to just push it open enough to poke his head in to say good night, which he was about to, when he heard a soft gentle moan from the room.
Damien's eyes widened when he listened a bit closer and heard a gentle buzzing sound. He had an idea of what she was doing, and he felt what it was doing to him. He lightly pushed on the door, allowing it to open up just a tiny bit more so he could be able to see the bed.
There, he found his beautiful guest laying on top of the covers naked, teasing her nether regions with the strangest contraption he had ever seen. He watched as she pulled it away from her, and instantly realized it was a muggle vibrator. He watched as she continued to please herself with the device, and it was getting more and more painful for him to stand and watch.
He quickly moved into the bathroom silently, trying his best not to let her know he was there. He turned the water on in the shower and hoped in instantly. He allowed the warm water to run down his naked toned body. His hand moved down to his very errect phallus and he grabbed ahold. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander to what was going on in the next room, eager to please himself as well.
He pictured himself in the room with her, with her knowing who he really was. Kisses would be trailed down her body, stopping at her soft and warm folds, where he would give one last kiss. Her hands would reach down and grab his shoulders, pulling his face up towards her. He would kiss her passionately, and just as he would break the kiss, she would beg with her eyes to him to continue. He would slide his hard cock deep inside her slowly, not to hurt her. He would shower her neck in kisses as he would begin to thrust his length fully, making her hips buck up to meet him for more. Her moans would drive him wild, and he would resist the urge to take her wildly. Her nails would dig into his back and she would come closer to her peak.
And he heard her orgasm.
And he too orgasmed.
Taking deep breaths, he realized that her finishing up in the next room pulled him back to reality. He quickly scrubbed the cum off his abs, and quickly soaped up and rinsed off. He dried himself up as well as the bathroom, pulled his pajama pants on and took a long look in the mirror.
He knew it was coming, so he gripped the bathroom sink, bracing himself for it. He forced himself to watch as his skin began to bubble, his dark hair turning lighter and lighter, a strong jaw bone emerging, and his eyes turning back to their original color. He shook his head in disgust. There was no way that she would want him like this, but this was who he really was. Would she believe he is different now? Questions raced through his mind as he contemplated telling her who he really was. Before he could make an idiot out of himself, he splashed cold water on his face.
"Not tonight, but soon. I cannot keep lying to her." He said to himself in the mirror. Taking a couple breaths to stabilize himself, he then left the bathroom and made the short trip to his room. He paused briefly at Hermione's door, peering in, only to see her alseep. "Good night, Angel," he whispered very quietly, knowing that his voice was not the same. He moved away and into his room, locking it securely, to make sure she could not discover the truth. Crawling into bed, he sighed once more, thinking of what had happened, hoping his shower fantasy could become reality.
Hermione rolled over when she heard something at the door. She caught a glimpse of what appeared to be light blonde hair moving away from the crack in the door. Could he have a roommate he forgot to tell me about? She then paled, realizing that the door was cracked that if there was a roommate, they could have just heard her whole session while Damien was in the shower. She made it a mental note to ask him in the morning, but part of her wanted to believe this was all a dream, and that she was really in her own flat.
But she was not so lucky.