You guys are so sweet! Thank you for the reviews! This chapter contains a little more smut. Do you think I should change the rating? Hope you like it, even though it was written in some haste.

/Linda

Chapter 5

Harry and Hermione were walking hand in hand from the restaurant, where they had been sharing a wonderful dinner made of pasta, exotic vegetables and different kinds of shellfish. They had split a bottle of white wine and were trying to walk it off a little before starting to work at their case; the disappearance of Mr. Goodwill, head of the Department of Mysteries.

Watching the night club form straight ahead of them they both corrected their clothes and prepared to enter it. The guards outside checked them and let them in, wishing them a joyful evening.

"Oh my, it really is a popular place," Hermione stated as she saw all the people inside, her grip around Harry's hand hardening, and she hurried to move a little closer to him. Harry smiled proudly and led the way to the bar.

"Two Margheritas please," he told the bartender, earning an appreciative look from Hermione. They talked casually to some people around and behind the bar, trying to get some information from them without making it obvious that they were working. After managing to find out that one unknown man usually visited the night club right after his meal at the exclusive restaurant up on the mountain, and then had his private driver take him home at exactly the same time each day, 1 a.m., they sat down at a table and quietly sipped their drinks.

"Hermione?" Harry inquired gently. She looked up from her glass into his eyes.

"Would you like to dance?" She started smiling and Harry could see the sparkle in her eyes, making them glow in the dim light of the club.

"I thought you would never ask." Slowly making their way to the dance floor they noticed that several people were looking at them and whispering to each other. Harry noticed Hermione tense a little but he stroke her hand with his thumb, reassuring her that everything was fine.

"You get used to it after a while; wherever I go people will start gossiping instantly. Just ignore them," he told her before he got a hold of her waist and started moving their bodies to the slow beats of the music. Hermione hugged him tight and let her head rest on his shoulder, facing his neck. She could feel the faint smell of his cologne and closed her eyes, thinking about what she wanted to happen between them that never could. One of Harry's hand found the small of Hermione's back, pressing her lightly against him, while the other caressed her neck and hair. He bent down and kissed her cheek, making her smile sweetly.

Feeling like the king of the world Harry raised Hermione's face to his own, not thinking about anything but her eyes and the way she felt in his arms, and kissed her like he had never kissed a woman before. He put all his love into it, wanting her to feel what he felt for her. 'Oh God, I love you so much!' he thought, and suddenly snatched his lips away from hers as if she had burnt him. 'I love her? I love her! This isn't just an act, I really love her!' Hermione looked at him quizzically, sadness visible in her eyes because of Harry's rejection. He looked her over and grinned like a madman before practically jumping her, pouring kisses all over her face, throat and neck. At his display of want Hermione felt her knees threatening to buckle and she moaned loudly into Harry's ear, causing him to catch her lips with his own. Several minutes later they slowly and reluctantly ended the kiss, realizing that they had to start looking for the mysterious person. Asking the bartender about it he kindly pointed the man out. He was sitting at a table, looking rich but shabby, with a beer in his hand and two blonde girls in his lap. Harry pointed out a table next to Mr. X and he and Hermione sat down after ordering new drinks.

"Do you think he recognizes us?" Hermione whispered in Harry's ear while discretely looking at the man at the table next to them.

"No, he hasn't paid any attention to us at all. Usually we at least withdraw a few looks but not from this one."

"Do you think you can lean in a little closer to hear his name, or anything at all about him?"

"I'll try." Harry leaned back in his chair and tried to eavesdrop on the conversation. He managed to snatch up a few things that he decided were enough for tonight. Holding his arm out he caught Hermione as she came to him without hesitation and they started dancing again.

Both were soon wrapped up in each other and when another slow song was played it was Hermione who took the first step and reached up to kiss Harry fully on the lips. The boldness took him by surprise but he had no time to dwell on it since Hermione pressed her body against his, taking a hold of his rear with firm hands. Not complaining at all, Harry moved his hands from her waist to slip them under her top, the feeling of her skin making his mind reel.

"Hermione, you have no idea what you do to me. It doesn't matter that this is supposed to be an act, when a beautiful woman do this I can't stop myself," he softly spoke into her ear, making Hermione shudder.

"I wouldn't do anything I didn't feel like doing Harry," she replied, and Harry couldn't help but kiss her again. He kissed her lips and her neck. Feeling like gambling he moved his lips to kiss her collarbone and down her cleavage, as far as the material would allow him. He had counted on her stopping him but when he glanced up he could see that Hermione's head had fallen back and she was breathing heavily. 'Jackpot,' Harry thought before continuing the teasing. Hermione reached down to bring Harry's face back up to her own.

"Harry..." she managed to moan into his ear when she felt him press his pelvis into her hips.

"Harry, let's go home." Harry felt like he had stepped into a cold shower, but when he looked into Hermione's lust filled eyes again he felt his fire reignite and, suddenly in a hurry, started dragging her to the exit, making Hermione giggle.

Finally outside, they started making out again. Hermione felt her back being pressed into something hard and realized that she was leaning against a palm tree. Steering Harry right again they somehow managed to get back to the bungalow. Harry couldn't think at all, he was driven by emotions now, and he started to slowly undress Hermione while leading her outside towards the pool. Once they reached it he surprised her by leading her to the Jacuzzi. They were both completely naked now and Harry took one step back, never letting go of Hermione's hand, to look at her exquisite body.

"You are perfect," he whispered before kissing her into oblivion. He reached down and lifted her up to carry her into the bath. The inevitable happened and they made sweet and slow love, first in the Jacuzzi and then several times in the bed, until both were utterly spent. They fell asleep in each others arms, both happier than ever before, ready for another adventure in the morning.