It had been surprisingly difficult for Hermione to say goodbye the next morning. Harry had hugged her tightly and made her promise no less than six times that she would keep in contact with him. Theo just rolled his eyes at Harry's antics, but hugged his sister too and told her that he would 'check up' on her regularly. When Hermione asked him what he meant exactly, Theo just smiled enigmatically which made Hermione feel a bit uneasy. Blaise and Dean gave her a box of sugar quills and promised to keep Potter and Theo out of trouble. Hermione had expected to see Draco, but he wasn't there, which made Hermione both irritated and relieved. Perhaps she was reading more into Draco's interest than what was really there. Returning to Seattle was probably a good thing.
Being able to apparate long distances was helpful, but Kingsley had managed to get permission for Hermione to portkey to MACUSA's headquarters, and from there she could apparate home easily. When she arrived back in Seattle she was happy to be back, but found herself missing England. Entering her home, she'd noticed that nothing seemed out of place. Smirking to herself she silently sent out a modified 'aparecium' charm to amplify any electronic devices within her apartment. Hermione had purposely left the wards down to see if her theory proved correct, so when four new electronic signatures appeared, Hermione wasn't surprised. It would seem that Julian Sark had decided to enter her home and place electronic listening and surveillance devices. She quickly deactivated them and then placed them into an enchanted lock box for safe keeping.
When she was satisfied her home was free of any surveillance devices, Hermione went to take a shower. When she got out she checked her answering machine, there were three messages from Gemma, wanting to know when she'd be home as the gang was going out Friday for their friend Jeremy's twenty-first birthday. The group would be meeting at the Q to drink and dance the night away. Gemma had gotten them a reserved private area, which was a plus because the dance floor was always packed on the weekends.
Hermione called her friend to RSVP for Friday, telling Gemma she would be at the club around 10pm as she needed get her things for classes earlier in the day and had a meeting with her Professor who was heading up her research project. They were meeting for dinner around six, but it wouldn't take more than a couple hours. Gemma asked her how the rest of her holidays went, to which Hermione replied 'quiet, just took some time for me.' Hermione had missed Gemma's bubbly personality and love of life. She would miss her friend when she returned to the magical world.
Friday had come quickly and Hermione found herself hurrying home to get ready for the night. She showered and dressed in her favorite black leather pants, stiletto boots with a nice cushioning charm for comfort and a Slytherin green silk halter top that was open at the back just below her shoulder blades and had a tear drop opening in the front. She didn't need to wear a bra, but she did place glamours over her scars from the war. Putting on her black leather jacket, she grabbed the keys to her Jensen and took off for the club.
The atmosphere was hopping and the floor was packed with gyrating bodies dancing to the music infused with a mind-numbing base rhythm. When Hermione found her friends, they were in their private booth, drinking shots of top shelf tequila. When Gemma saw Hermione she squealed running over and grabbing the little witch in a crushing hug. Hermione smiled at her friend who was already quite drunk. Walking over to Jeremy, who was there with his boyfriend Steven, Hermione kissed his cheek and gave him his birthday present. Jeremy opened the wrapping with a flourish and jumped up kissing Hermione and thanking her profusely for the new Rolex watch. Jeremy had been ogling the watch all year, and Hermione could well afford to pamper her friends. Putting the watch on, he proclaimed Hermione his best friend and grabbed her, heading for the dance floor.
What most people in the Wizarding World didn't know was Hermione loved clubbing. She had done it in London before the war with her one muggle friend whom she had taken dance with over the summers. Seattle had some of the best clubs around and Hermione, who had taken dance since she was young, was quite proficient at all forms of dance. As she and Jeremy moved seductively to the music, one song turned into two, which melted into five. It was towards the end of the last song Hermione felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention. She smirked as she felt strong arms envelope her from behind pulling her into a hard muscular body. Warm breath ghosted on her neck when she heard the words, "Fancy seeing you here, Miss Wilkins."
Hermione tilted her head back as Julian Sark moved his body in time with hers. It would seem the international terrorist wasn't shy about making his intentions known, as Hermione could feel evidence of his arousal quite prominently against her backside. He moved with her effortlessly, so Hermione closed her eyes letting the music wash over her and allowed her inhibitions to relax. Strong hands tightened on her hips as Julian pushed himself harder into Hermione, letting her feel every inch of him. Merlin but the man was packing!
When Hermione turned around to face the man whose body felt like sin personified, she caught her breath on the heated electric blue gaze that caught her own. He was wearing a black silk shirt and leather trousers much like her own. The leather doing nothing to hide the prominent bulge as he wrapped an arm around her waist and slowly undulated his hips into hers. The dance floor was dark, and Hermione could barely make out the forms of other dancers as their bodies mimicked the most basic carnal motions. This man before her was pure raw sex as he smirked at her while he moved her expertly against his body tighter, causing her to toss her head back wantonly. Lips...fuck his lips were kissing and biting on her neck and Hermione was trying to stay in control, but this man was like a drug on two legs. How did she think she'd ever be able to resist?
Julian Sark had been waiting for this moment for over two weeks. Ever since he'd met the beautiful English woman he'd done nothing but fantasize about her. Having her over him, under him, it didn't matter. He hadn't fucked another woman since because frankly, all he could see was amber eyes and a perfectly formed pink bow mouth. He had left Irina's box in the safe house where Irina kept many of her most valuable possessions. He wasn't worried about much of anything right now because he had his hands full of the object of his obsession. Everything about Mia Wilkins called to him on a primal level. He had placed surveillance bugs in her house, which she had promptly disposed of the moment she'd returned home earlier this week according to his contact, whom Sark had hired to watch the woman. Somehow, she had been in England for the last two weeks, a lucky discovery from one of Sark's men that he'd sent to do a background on Mia Wilkins. What he'd discovered hadn't been surprising. Twenty-two, wealthy, orphaned and home schooled. The girl was a veritable prodigy and was definitely hiding something. When his contact had seen her in London, he thought he had recognized her from somewhere and told Sark that he'd need some additional time to get in touch with one of his more underground contacts to verify if his suspicions were true. To say that Julian Sark was intrigued would've been an understatement.
When the song finally stopped, Hermione suddenly came to her senses and tried to extricate herself from the man holding onto her, but apparently Julian Sark had a different agenda in mind. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he firmly guided Hermione back to her friends who had been drinking and laughing but now were fixated on the gorgeous Adonis currently attached to her hip. Gemma, recognizing Julian, jumped up to greet the man much to his consternation and Hermione's amusement. When Julian had to release Hermione to give Gemma a 'proper' hello, Hermione took her spot back next to Jeremy who was giving her the stink eye and looking over at Julian Sark like he was a piece of prime cut raw meat. Hermione just raised an eyebrow at her friends antics, while the blonde Adonis, noticing there were no empty seats, confidently moved over to Hermione, and resettled her on his lap, to the amused chuckles of all her friends.
Hermione just glared at the blonde but he looked completely unrepentant. Sitting her more firmly on his lap and wrapping a possessive arm around her waist, Julian Sark proceeded to spend the next 30 minutes charming the pants off her friends, and Hermione had no doubt the man could have had anyone in the club, male or female, in his bed by the end of the night. The thought both infuriated and aroused her because he kept looking over at her with his Malfoy smirk and his gorgeous blue eyes like he knew exactly what she was thinking. Arrogant bastard.
When shots resumed, and everyone was drinking tequila again, Gemma suggested a round robin...everyone would have to take a shot and kiss the person next to them. Hermione glared at her friend who just blew her a kiss in return much to the amusement of a certain blonde who was silently chuckling at the childish display. He hadn't said so much as two words to Hermione since they'd sat down, but he was friendly and engaging to everyone else. She was starting to get pissed, which Hermione thought was positively his intention. Finally when the round robin came to them, Julian took the first shot and then bit into his lime before he kissed Hermione. The kiss ended before it really began and blue eyes just smirked in a silent unspoken challenge, much like the first night they'd met when he had kissed her hand in parting. Smirking internally, Hermione grabbed a lime and placed it right between Julian's lips. A raised eyebrow mocked her momentarily until she took her shot and then crashed her lips to his, pulling and sucking on the lime and him. His hand grabbed her arse in a vice grip, as Hermione continued the kiss until she bit down on Julian's lip hard enough to draw blood and then regally pulled away, sucking the lime into her mouth.
The heated and shocked stares from her friends caused Hermione to feel triumphant momentarily, until she looked down at the blonde who was holding her and she saw the barely restrained passion blazing from his eyes. His hand was still clamped onto her arse, but Hermione could tell it was taking every ounce of control the man possessed not to ravish her on the spot. She raised an eyebrow back in silent challenge, fisted the small surveillance device that she had pulled out of her boot while she'd been snogging the smug git, and placed the object into his hand never breaking eye contact. Julian's eyes widened infinitesimally, before his hand closed around the object. Hermione leaned over and whispered so lowly only he could hear, "If you ever break into my home again uninvited, you will find out exactly how dangerous I can be."
Blue eyes met amber ones, neither looking away nor giving an inch until Julian suddenly stood up with his arms full of the goddess staring at him and proceeded to drag her out of the club to the cheers of her friends. When they'd reached the back door of the club, Julian put Hermione down on her feet and tilted his head in an unspoken question. When the minx smirked at him, he'd thought he had his answer. Grabbing her hand, Julian Sark moved out into the private alley where his BMW was parked. Unlocking the passenger side door he moved to guide Mia into the seat but she shook her head. Growling at being thwarted, Julian moved and picked up the little minx until her legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed her savagely. Tongues battled and lips were pulled and bitten until Hermione had to move back a bit and breathe.
"My sexy Mia," Julian Sark purred in a way that made Hermione's knickers cream instantly, "If you don't get into this car right now I'm going to ravish you right here on the hood of my car...and as much as I find the thought appealing, having you spread out before me right now...I'd rather take you home and ravish you in a proper bed where I can give your delectable body the undivided attention it deserves."
Hermione might of actually whimpered, she couldn't say for sure but that had to be the fucking sexiest thing she'd ever heard. Grabbing the back of Julian's head and gripping her hand in his curls, she kissed him for all she was worth. The response was immediate as the Adonis groaned into her mouth and bent down effectively trapping her into the car before she knew what had happened. Lips detached, door closed and Julian Sark was in the driver seat speeding through downtown Seattle like the devil was at his heels. His eyes were focused on the road but his right hand was more focused on rubbing the seam between Hermione's trousers. It was if he didn't want to give her a moment to change her mind, and it was like he knew if some part of him was intimately touching her, she wouldn't be able to resist him.
When they reached Mia's home, Sark pulled into her driveway and shut the car off before he got out and moved like lightening to the other side of the car. Opening the door, he gave Mia his hand and when she was fully standing in front of him he smirked openly...confirming to her that he had been in her home. Smug git didn't even need to ask for directions. Lifting her hand and placing a heated kiss on the back of her knuckles, reminiscent of the night they met, Julian guided Hermione towards the front door, standing directly behind her as she unlocked the bolt and opened the door.
In a flash the door slammed closed and Hermione was lifted against the door, with her legs wrapped around Julian's waist while he kissed her lips, down her throat and sucked hard on her pulse point, causing her to moan in want and buck her hips against him. He moved back and walked straight into her bedroom, never breaking the kiss. When they got to Hermione's bed, Julian held her as he guided her body back on the bed so that her hips cradled his erection, which was literally bursting to be freed from its confines.
At the first touch of his body on top of hers and his erection pushing into her core, Hermione's head flew back on a loud moan. Julian's lips trailed down her neck, as he undid the back of her blouse and moved the fabric down to take one nipple into his mouth. Hermione bucked up at the sensation of his mouth engulfing her breast. His eyes were fixated on hers and the electric blue looked nearly black with desire and unbridled want.
Hermione couldn't tell you how they'd ended up out of their clothes, but they did eventually. Julian Sark worked her body like a Stradivarius, each pull and push of his lips cause Hermione to moan. Each nip, suck and lick caused Hermione to plead. And each undulation of fullness and release caused Hermione to beg until she screamed out in rapture, again and again and again. There was no reprieve from his desire and Hermione couldn't remember how many times she had come that night. All she could remember was the desperation she felt every time they came together, it was like a raging inferno full of unbearable heat and yearning. When he licked her core she felt like her insides were seconds away from combusting and when he filled her up so completely, she thought she wouldn't be able to breathe from the sheer unparalleled pleasure of being stretched to her very limits.
Julian Sark was having an existential crisis. In all his twenty-six years he had never allowed himself to give into feelings like he was doing right now. It was like this woman was oxygen and he needed her to breathe. His body was made for her pleasure and as he watched her fall apart over and over again, Julian wondered if there would ever be another for him like this...in this way and it scared him, panicked him and made him want to run. As he looked into the drowsy and sated amber eyes of the goddess beneath him, he knew he was well and royally fucked.
