The Piano Bar

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger was young, only 25, and had a fantastic job. She landed the job at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as the Transfiguration Professor when Professor McGonnagel retired and also the head of the Ravenclaw house. Hermione had attended Hogwarts when she was younger with her two best friends, Ron and Ginny Weasley. They were the closest thing she had to family as she had been orphaned when she was in her first year at Hogwarts. Her parents were killed in a plane crash when they were returning from France from a dental seminar. Hermione never thought she would ever get over her grief and if it wasn't for Ginny's parents, she probably wouldn't have.

They took her in and she lived with them until she took the post at Hogwarts. She was extremely grateful to her surrogate family. Her and Ginny developed a close relationship, just like sisters.

The only thing that was missing in Hermione's life was a partner. She just couldn't find that one perfect man whom she would want to spend the rest of her life with. She had dated plenty of men, mostly due to Ginny's encouragement, but none of them had that spark.

Ginny often teased her that her standards were way too high. It was easy for Ginny, she was stunningly beautiful, a model for a fashion magazine, and she had a great outgoing personality. She snagged up her partner straight away. His name was Colin Crevey, he was a photographer at the magazine and his personality was as sunny and bright as hers. They were the same age and even though they both attended Hogwarts, they didn't fall in love till they started working.

Hermione still hoped. She had faith that one day her knight in shining armour would come and whisk her away.

It was the holiday season at Hogwarts, the children started school on September 1st which meant there were two weeks left before she had to be ready, even though she was already organised and set for the new year. Hermione stayed on campus most of the time now, with Ginny away a lot with fashion shoots, it was too lonely at the Burrow. She had just had a lovely dinner with the remaining staff and Professor Dumbledore at Hogwarts and then she felt like a drink so she went down to the Three broomsticks since it was only 6pm. Rosemerta had decided to put in a piano bar and it was delightful, Hermione loved going down there and just sitting and watching and listening to the piano player. Rosemerta had different people play on different nights but Hermione found she liked the man who played on Monday nights. He was an older gentlemen, named Ben, who played some muggle music, which she still remembered from her youth with her parents. She enjoyed coming down here as it was her time to think about her mum and dad without upsetting Molly or Arthur.

They thought that if she was thinking about them, they had failed somehow and even after many arguments to the contrary, Hermione just thought it easier not to upset them.

It wasn't very busy tonight and Hermione ordered her favourite drink and then made her way to her table. The table was a booth, situated slightly at the back but with a good view of the Piano player. She sat down and took a sip of her Banana Daiquiri and leant back in the soft leather seat. She closed her eyes and let the liquid slide down her throat and the music caress her ears. She wanted to think about nothing, just relax and enjoy herself. She stretched her legs out under the table and slipped her shoes off. It wasn't very busy tonight so the atmosphere was relaxed.

She had a feeling that she was being watched and she opened her eyes. She looked across the floor and saw a man sitting at a table looking at her. He was stunningly good looking, he had black hair that sat as a mess on top of his head. From the distance that she was sitting at, he looked fairly well built. He was wearing a black button up shirt that was undone at the top revealing his tanned skin. She couldn't make out any other features as he was too far away and he was staring at her. She made her eyes divert back to the piano player but kept him in her peripheral vision. She felt around for her shoes when she saw him get up from his seat, she couldn't find the left one and she quickly glanced under the table to find it. She stuffed her foot into it and then looked up to see, no-one. She looked left to right but she couldn't see him anywhere.

That would be right, the only half decent male around here and I scare him off without even trying.

She turned back around to face the piano player and then jumped slightly when another Banana daiquiri was offered to her.

"Oh..." she was lost for words.

"Hi, did I pick it right, a Banana Daiquiri?" Hermione looked at the stunning man standing in front of her table and noticed he had the most unbelievably gorgeous emerald, green eyes. He was smiling and his whole face lit up. She realised that she hadn't answered his question and tried to find her voice.

"umm, sorry, yeah you got the drink right. Thank you." She smiled and motioned for him to take a seat at her table.

The man smiled and sat down and then put his hand out to introduce himself.

"Hello, I'm Harry Potter." She shook his hand and then introduced herself to him.

"Hi, Harry, I'm Hermione Granger, but call me Hermione please." Harry smiled and then laughed at her introduction. She sounded nervous and she fumbled over her name. After a few drinks, the conversation flowed easily between the two strangers.

"So tell me what do you do Harry?"

"I'm actually between jobs at the moment, I just moved here from America and I am hoping to land a job in this lovely little village of yours." Harry was so easy to talk too, Hermione found herself waiting on his every word. They talked about their childhood lives and Hermione told him about her muggle parents and how they died. He was very sympathetic to her as he had also lost his muggle parents, even though he still had his Godfather. The drinks continued to flow while they talked about their friends and their hobbies and the conversation of where Harry would be staying in London, came up.

"That's great, have you found somewhere to live yet?"

"Yeah actually, I got a nice little house down on Hobbit Drive, it's off the main road, do you know it?" Hermione nodded enthusiastically while she finished her drink. She then told him a friend of hers lived in number 50.

"Really, that's amazing, I bought the house up for sale, down this end of the street, number 12."

"Well, when I visit my friend I will have to pop in, won't I?" Harry smiled and the expression on his face changed. He looked serious all of a sudden, he looked down at his watch and noticed it was close to 11pm.

"Hermione would I be too forward to ask if you could join me for something to eat, I have been moving all day and I haven't had lunch or dinner?" Hermione smiled and nodded. She picked up her bag and followed him out of the bar.

"Harry, I have eaten dinner, but I am happy to join you." Harry stopped and looked at her with sympathetic eyes, "Sorry, Hermione, now I will bore you to death while you watch me eat?" Hermione laughed at him and grabbed his arm. He immediately placed his hand over hers to hold her in place. She felt the blood rushing to her face but she tried to ignore it.

"I promise I won't be bored to death Harry, I would love to sit and watch you eat." Harry laughed this time and pulled her along with him towards a small bakery that was at the end of his street.

"Harry, it after 11 the Bakery is closed."

"Yeah so it is, looks like I will have to wait to go home before I eat, never mind, what would you like to do?" Hermione smiled at him and hoped she wouldn't sound too forward.

"How about you let me make you something to eat, we are right near your house anyway?" Harry smiled, instantly understanding what she had in mind. He leant forward and kissed her on the cheek, "I thought you'd never ask."

Harry led Hermione down Hobbit Drive towards his new home.

"I have to apologise for the state of my house, I only moved in today and there are boxes everywhere." Hermione smiled but then thought about the reason they were going to his house anyway.

"Harry, what about food?" Harry laughed and pulled her in closer to his body.

"Hermione, one thing you will have to get used to with me is that food is a priority." Hermione laughed and for the first time in her life she felt complete. She normally couldn't hold a conversation with most men as she was quite intelligent and that scared most men off. The ones who weren't scared off were definitely not her type. She was starting to feel that she would be left on the shelf and then a strange man walked into the Piano Bar and for some reason, he stole her heart.

They had reached his house and even though it was quite late at night, she could see it was beautiful. The house looked like a little chocolate box house straight out of a fairytale book. There was a little white picket fence that ran around the whole house and a large verandah around the front. There were small rose bushes planted along the side of the house and the front fence in as many colours as you could imagine. It was absolutely stunning and to top it off there was a small wooden table and chair set in the corner of the garden under a huge willow tree.

"Oh Harry, this house is absolutely stunning. I love that Willow tree, it is beautiful." Harry had removed her arm from his and she dropped her hand down but instead he pulled her to his side with his arm around her shoulder. She fit into his body like a glove and he was completely amazed. He had never met anyone like this exquisite woman in all his life and she was standing here at his home with him. He couldn't believe his luck.

"I am glad you like it Hermione, it was one of the reasons I bought the house. The other reasons are inside, come in and I will show you." Hermione smiled and was led by Harry into the house.

Hermione walked in through the thresh hold and was surprised by what she saw. The walls were all sandstone and there was a huge fireplace on the wall facing the door. In front of the fireplace sat a large chocolate brown lounge suite with huge arm chairs on either side which matched the exposed wooden beams. In between the lounge, stood a carved, wooden coffee table with a white woolen rug underneath it.

The windows were large and open and she was sure that the sunlight would stream through during the day. She wandered over to the right side of the room where another large window sat and under the window, there was a small wooden desk with some antique pieces placed on it. She ran her fingers along the intricate pattern of the timber desk. She continued walking around the lounge room and then came to the kitchen area. Again, this room was all sandstone and even though the benches and furniture were all wooden, it looked very modern. There were boxes placed all over the floor near the cupboards and Hermione was reminded of the fact he had just moved in.

Harry then took her down the back of the house to the bedroom area. There were four rooms all together and each had a special feeling about it. The last room, near the bathroom, was his room. It had boxes on the side but otherwise the room seemed finished.

She looked over at Harry and raised and eyebrow.

"I wanted at least two rooms finished before I went out tonight, so I voted on the lounge and my bedroom." Hermione smiled and brushed her hand along the side of his bed. The covering felt soft and silky and she turned to look at Harry and he was leaning against the door frame. His eyes were filled with desire and she melted in them. He walked over to her and then lifted his hand to brush a lock of hair away from her face and she leant into his touch. His hand cupped the side of her face and she felt him leaning into her. Her hands lifted up to his chest and she continued one hand up to entangle in his hair.

Harry moved forward and gently pressed his lips to hers. He pulled her body into his and she could feel his excitement. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this but for some reason she didn't want him to stop. He slowly massaged her lips with his until he felt her tongue touch his bottom lip. He opened his mouth to accept the invitation and was amazed at the feelings that were coursing through his body. The kiss intensified and before they both knew it, Hermione was being lowered down onto his bed. Harry broke the kiss and looked at the woman laying on his bed. She was exquisite and he couldn't believe she was here with him. Her golden, brown hair was sprayed out on the white satin pillows and her cheeks were flushed pink. She looked a vision. The words slipped out before Harry could filter his mouth.

"You are so beautiful, Hermione." She scrunched up her nose and before she could argue with him he kissed her again. This time the kiss was more fervent and passionate. His hands traveled down the side of her body and he heard her intake of breath when he brushed the side of her breasts. His hand took a hold of her jumper and before he pulled it up, he pulled back from the kiss and searched her eyes for permission.

"Are you sure about this Hermione?" She nodded but before he resumed the kiss she spoke,

"Harry I have never done this on a first date before." Her eyes were worried that he would think she was some tramp.

"Neither have I Hermione, but I don't want to fight it." Hermione smiled and nodded her head and then stretched up to him and kissed him. It didn't take too long for their clothes to be scattered around the floor and the heat building up between them was becoming to strong to ignore. Harry kissed her neck and traveled down to her breasts, tasting her and committing it to memory. He took in one at a time, giving equal attention to both of the rock hard nipples. The sounds coming out of her mouth were inspiring him to push on. Hermione's hands ran over his back and down to grab his butt. The motion forced his member into her crutch and they both gasped. Harry's hand traveled down to between her legs and he gently opened them. He positioned himself at her entrance and when he felt the heat emanating from her onto him, he almost came right then. He pushed into her wet velvet folds and the feeling was so over whelming that they both moaned and groaned in pleasure. Harry's movements were slow and rhythmic at first but as the feeling in his core was getting tighter and tighter, threatening to spill over, his thrusts were getting faster and faster. Hermione was keeping up with his movements and when she started to tighten around him and she threw her head back into the pillows, with his name on her lips, he followed her into ecstasy. They both trembled in each others arms and Harry moved over and rolled in next to her body. He positioned himself with her body in next to his and her head on his arm. He held her tight like he never wanted to let her go.

Hermione was laying there thinking about how wonderful Harry was to her and then she felt awkward. Should she leave or will that look bad. Harry must have sensed her discomfort and he held her a little tighter.

"Hermione, please stay with me tonight, don't leave?" Hermione twisted her head to look him in the eye and seeing that he was being sincere, she nodded and snuggled into his side. After a few minutes Harry felt Hermione start to tremble and he snapped his eyes open to look down at her and then he heard a low laugh that grew into a hysterical laugh. He looked at her and of course, when someone is laughing that hard, its hard to resist, so Harry found himself laughing too.

"What is so funny Hermione?" Hermione wiped away the tears that had flowed out following her laugh and she composed herself to speak.

"It's just that I have never done this before and now I am snuggling with a man that I met tonight who I think I could never forget. It's just funny to me." Hermione calmed down and look back at Harry's face, his expression was filled with desire again.

"Hermione, I WILL never forget you either, I find this amazing, that we only met tonight yet I feel as if I have known you all my life." Hermione was watching him and she saw his honesty but also she saw how tired he looked. She leant up and kissed him again and told him to sleep. She repositioned herself so she could out his head on her chest and she rubbed his back. He nodded and it wasn't long before he fell into a deep sleep. Hermione watched him for a while, the moon light was streaming in through the bare window, and she couldn't believe how her luck had changed. She went to sleep with a smile on her face for the first time in a long time.