The stranger let out a soft breath, whether from nervousness or something else she wasn't sure. His blue eyes flicked to her and back over to her companion. "I know you're both probably nervous." He placated, showing his open palms. It might have been more effective if he didn't have a large, sharp looking hunk of round metal strapped to his arm. Sequel to Cracking Glass.

"Curious," He murmured taking a few steps towards where she stood, "Time travel, as I recall. Curious that I should remember such a thing now, when only moments before I knew you only as the girl I had met in the hall." In which Hermione learns that books aren't just for transporting the imagination, and that even good little boys can grow up into something else entirely. Prequel.

A trip to Mexico allows Hermione to let her hair down. But will one night turn into something more? HG/GeorgeW