A/N: I don't own the characters, just the plot… sigh…

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Hermione sat in her spot under the weeping willow, ready to watch her mystery man and preparing herself to ask who her mystery man was.

Hermione wondered where her mystery man was, and as if on cue he appeared and did his dance for her. He glided over the water, skimming over the top and creating beautiful patterns with the ripples. He did loops in the air, and turned and twirled as if choreographed, like all his performances. It was beautiful to watch, and Hermione was in a trance.

But before the man finished his dance, Hermione stepped out from under the weeping willow and let her presence be known.

"Hey," She called out, barely audible. But the man heard and turned his head her way. He slowed down and hovered over the water, looking at her. Then he turned his broom and flew towards her. Hermione's breath caught in her throat and she never felt as nervous as she did then.

The man flew faster and picked her up from where she was. Shock rushed through Hermione, followed closely by panic. Where was she taking her? Who was he? All Hermione could do was hold on tight to the well muscled torso of the man. She closed her eyes, being afraid of heights. Hermione tried to scream for help but no sound came out. What have I gotten myself into?

"Hey," the voice was soft and deep, pleasant to the ears. "Don't worry, I won't drop you." Hermione opened her eyes, tears spilling. She tried to peek up the hood, but it was too dark to see the man's face. "Were you watching me?" the man asked her in the same soft voice. Hermione could only nod, fear still evident in her eyes.

One of his hands reached up to wipe the tears falling from her eyes. Hermione managed to whisper, "Who are you?"

"Well, I don't think I want to tell you right now. You are?"

"Hermione. Hermione Granger." She said, holding tightly onto his clothes.

"Hermione. Such a beautiful name." He said. "Thank you." She whispered back. "Where are you taking me?"

"On a ride. Would you like that?"

"I don't know…" Hermione closed her eyes and leaned against the man's strong chest.

"Why? Are you afraid of heights?" the man seemed amused. Hermione nodded into his chest. "Don't be," the man said and moved her body so she was sitting in front of him. Hermione gasped and leaned back, grasping onto his firm thighs for dear life. "Don't…" was all Hermione could let out. Tears were streaming out of her eyes now.

"Okay, okay." The man chuckled. "We'll land now, before my legs lose their blood." Once her feet touched ground, she fell to the ground and started crying into her knees. The man knelt beside her and she threw herself at him, crying into his chest.

The man smiled and ran his hand through her hair. 'Who knew Granger was scared of heights?' the man thought. They were back in the spot where the man picked Hermione up. "Hey, you okay?" the man asked Hermione. She looked up, face all red and blotchy. She looked relieved that they were back on solid ground. "Don't do that again." She scowled. The man laughed. "Okay, I won't. I'll ask next time." "I don't want to, and after what you did, I'll never get on a broom again!" Hermione said. The man just laughed harder.

"What's so funny?" Hermione asked. "Nothing," the man answered.

"We should be getting back, it's late." He said. Hermione nodded and smiled as the man offered his hand to Hermione. She took it and stood up with his help and dusted herself off.

"Why won't you tell me your name?" Hermione asked.

"I just don't want to." He answered.

"Can I at least see your face?" Hermione asked, trying to peek under the hood.

"No, you can't. I just think that you won't come anymore if you know who I am." He said, turning away.

"Oh," Hermione felt put out. "When will I know who you are?" She asked.

"I don't know." He answered slowly. "Maybe you won't."

"No, I want to know who you are. Right now." She said, raising her voice a little louder at the last sentence.

He chuckled. "And if I don't want to tell you who I am?" He said.

"Well, I will know. I just don't know how." Hermione frowned.

"Well, I'm going back. See you soon, Hermione." And the man took off on his broom.

'Wow that was interesting.' Hermione thought. 'I still don't know who my mystery man is.' Hermione sighed and turned back to the castle, thinking of what just happened. She didn't notice someone watching her from one of the towers on a broom.

"Sweet dreams, Hermione Granger."

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A/N: How was it? I don't know, I don't like this chappie. But I like the fact that people say that it's a beautiful story! What's a beta reader? Can someone be my beta reader?

Rebeltawn: I don't know, I'm thinking of some steamy scenes for this, but I guess you're right. This doesn't seem to fit in R. But the story isn't finished yet! There will be some steamy stuff some time later, so it will fit the category.

Maggie: Hermione's reminiscing. It's the part where she, well, just read on okay? =)