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The Fallback

Johnny Storm stood in front of her in her doorway with a pathetic excuse of a bouquet of flowers. Merlin! Did he tear those flowers out of the ground? She could swear that she saw roots and dirt hanging from them under the…was that wet newspaper? Hermione truly didn't know what she was looking at in that moment. She was still half asleep. What time was it? She looked at her clock and saw that it was three in the morning.

"…and, of course, I thought of you! You lucky woman." He tried to walk into her flat, but she stopped him.

Pushing him back into the hallway, she said, "Wait, I just want to get things understood. You and I have had only one really bad date, correct?"

"It wasn't that bad…"

"You set my furniture on fire and blamed it on the burritos you had at lunch."

"Uh, yeah."

"You think little of me and I think less of you."

"Oh come on! I'm a great guy!" He attempted to go into the flat again. And again, she pushed him back into the hallway.

"You're a bigger idiot than even I gave you credit for being." When he tried yet again to go into the flat, she snapped, "You try that again and I'm going to yell for someone you really don't want to meet."

He snorted and said, "Yeah, like you have a guy here. It's the reason I thought I could come here in the first place."

Hermione's eyes narrowed at those words. "James!"

There was silence that followed. Johnny relaxed and was about to say that he knew she was lying. But then a big hulk of a man came strolling out of the bedroom. What's more, he was butt naked with a metal left arm. Johnny's eyes went wide as the dark-haired man slipped an arm around her waist.

"Apparently, my appeal as a woman has been reduced down to that of a booty call. Please, if you could to tell this emotional Neanderthal to forget I exist least I set him on fire with something that won't treat him as well as the flames he usually uses."

Bucky frowned. "A booty call?"

"A woman available for convenient sex," she explained to him. "Darcy told me the meaning back when I told her about this…person."

James was now glaring at a sweating Johnny. "She's mine."

"Judging by his reaction, he wasn't on the mailing list for this announcement," Hermione pointed out, as she saw the other man sweat even more.

Stepping back now, he was holding his hands out as almost a shield against their glares. "You know what? It was a mistake! Sorry! I'll just…" He pointed towards the front of the building. "I'll just show myself out!" And he ran for it.

Pulling her back from the doorway gently, he murmured, "Let's get back to bed."

She was frowning to herself. "Was it just me or did he look a lot like Steve?"

"Nah," he answered, as he shut the door and locked it up. "Steve's shorter."

It was with a soft sigh that Hermione wrapped her arms around him. "I'm awake again."

Smiling, he scooped her up off her feet, taking her back to the bed. Just as they reached the bed, the phone started to ring. It was with a thoughtless spell that she turned off the ringer and the two went back to their own pleasurable ministrations.

Meanwhile, back in London. Ron was on the phone wondering where Hermione was and why she wasn't answering the phone. Probably reading another book, he thought with a roll of his eyes. His mother had encouraged him to get back in contact with Hermione, when he had told her about how his latest relationship had fallen apart rather badly. She had always been his go to girl and this time would be no different. He looked at the time and saw that he had been listening to the ringing for at least five minutes. He ended up hanging up with the thought, well, it was her loss.

TBC…

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