Wolfram and Hart's New Guest

By jessebelle

A/N: Sorry for the cliffie, but it was in too good of place to stop and I really wanted to see who you guys came up with as our mystery man. I know who it is, but do you? Nope, but if you continue to read, you will. And sorry about the wait, too. I saw the GOF movie, loved it, and had to write one of my other stories. But, I did come back to this one and this chapter is a favorite of mine. So, enjoy the story!

Previously:..

She was lost in her thoughts when a hand rested itself of her bare back. She shivered and turned around, expecting it to be Angel. Instead, a British voice dispelled that idea quickly.

"Well what do we have here?"

She finally faced the man and found herself lost in the bluest eyes imaginable.

"A gorgeous girl sitting by her lonesome; I'm sure I can fix that."

Hermione's gaze finally moved from his eyes to the rest of his face, and his body. They were as nice as his eyes. He was tall, tanned and absolutely gorgeous. His most distinctive feature was his hair. It was bright red and held back by a leather strip. It reminded her of the Weasleys, but she'd meet Ron's brothers and none of them looked like this. All coherent thought left her mind when he sat down right next to her.

Feeling a bit adventurous, it had to be the club, Hermione leaned forward. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

He grinned, she swooned. "Well, first I thought I'd ask you to dance, maybe buy you a drink to cool down, and then we'd sit down and talk about what it's like here in America because it's obvious you're from the mother country like myself."'

Hermione opened her mouth to respond when Angel made his re-arrival. "Hermione and-" He looked surprised at the red head who was flirting with his charge.

"William." He answered with a smile at Hermione.

"Angel, this is William. William, this is Angel."

The dark vampire nodded. "Pleasure; Mione, can I talk to you for a second?"

Hermione noticed something in Angel's demeanor had changed. She gave a look to William. "Sure, I'll be right back."

Will nodded and sat down, guarding the table. Hermione followed Angel to a corner where they could hear over the music. "What's the matter?"

Angel winced. "I'm sorry, but something came up that I have to deal with. I don't ant to spoil your night, it's still early. Why don't you stay here with," he looked at the red head at the table, "William, and I'll send someone to pick you up later, say, midnight?"

Hermione thought about it and nodded. "If you're sure?"

Angel smiled and gave her a hug. "Positive, your cousin would have killed me if I'd even thought of taking you home when you've just met a guy."

The two shared a smile and Angel reached into his coat and pulled out a cell phone. "Here, I was planning on getting you one anyway, but take mine for the night."

Hermione took it. "Thank you, now, go do what ever it is you're have to do. And be safe." She hugged him and kissed his cheek.

Angel gave her a look. "Shouldn't I be telling you that?"

She shook her head. "Nope, because you know I'm a safe, responsible woman that can take care of herself."

Angel smiled and gave her a look. "Right, well, go have fun."

Hermione grinned and looked over to the table and caught eyes with William. "Oh, I will." Then she walked back to the table.

Angel smirked, at that moment she looked just like Cordelia, stalking her man. He sighed, thinking of his friend before turning around and leaving. He had some demons to deal with.

"Everything all right?" William asked as she sat down at the table.

Hermione smiled. "Yes, he just had to go, an emergency at work."

"But you're staying?"

Hermione smiled shyly. "I figured the night wasn't over yet."

The grin that passed over William's face could only be described as predatory and Hermione could feel the heat rising in the room. "No, I think it's only just begun." He stood up and held out his hand. "Dance?"

Hermione smiled and took it, standing up. "I'd love to."

As they moved to the middle of the dance floor, the bodies parted before them like the red sea. When they reached a spot, William pulled her close and they started to sway to the music.

Hermione moved with the grace of a feline to the beat. She didn't know what had come over her, but she liked it. In William's arms the rest of the world slipped away. No more Voldemort, no more worry, just the incredible feeling of being wrapped in his muscular arms. The sounds of the club had dulled and she could feel his warm breath on her neck. Then the music changed to a slower pace. William pulled her closer to his chest and she could hear his heartbeat in his chest, smell the sweat and his scent; pure man. She looked up into his eyes, and he looked back.

They kept their eyes on each other for the rest of the night while they danced. She was getting a little dizzy due to his intense stare, but never wanted to look away. She felt like he was looking into her soul, and she could look into his. He was passionate, a gentlemen, intelligent, a gentle soul, and best of all, he was staring right at her. Then without warning, he struck, and what she didn't realize until later, was that she'd gotten him too. But all she could feel was his lips on hers, their tongues dueling and clashing with need. His kiss was all consuming, and she could feel it all the way down to the tips of her toes.

He pulled away and they stood, panting and catching their breath. "That was-"

"-intense." Then with a courage she didn't know she possessed she pulled him down and back to her lips. This time was even better. They continued moving in a dance, but it was so much more then that. They explored, her hands feeling just how well his body compared to his kiss and his hands going places that none had ever been, his kisses as well. His touch made her gasp, and she could feel his chest shake as he chuckled. At first she felt annoyed, angry he was laughing at her, but then his lips found her neck and all coherent thought. She moaned as he dragged his teeth across her pulse point, bring forth another chuckle, but this time she wasn't upset, she just held his head harder to her neck while her other hand snacked down and brushed across a very, very nice bum. She would have lagged at his reaction, but didn't have a chance as she felt him being torn from her.

"What in the Bloody Hell is this?"

She looked up in shock at Spike, holding William, whom he'd pulled from her. She was bout to ask that very question when a brown eye caught hers and suddenly Xander was there, checking her out, worry etched all over his face. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" then Xander moved her to get a good look at her neck, checking for…

"No bite marks, but she'll definitely have a hickie in the morning."

Spike nodded as e released William, who'd been fighting back.

"What the Hell?" Hermione walked over to the red head and made sure he was okay. "I am soo sorry. I don't know what these two idiots were thinking but…" She turned to glare at Xander and Spike.

William looked p at Spike and Xander too, and recognized the looks on their faces; worry and protectiveness. It was the same way he and his brothers looked when their sister was anywhere near a guy.

"Its fine, they were just worried about you."

Hermione smiled at William. "Thanks for understanding, but it's Not Fine." At the last part she turned to glare at the boys.

Spike stepped forward, an apologetic look on his face. "Pet, I'm sorry. Angel sent us to get you and we saw you here, with-" He trailed off awkwardly.

"Yeah, Mione, we just didn't think we'd find you, ah-"

"Okay, I get it, but I'm still angry." Then her eyes widened.

"What time is it?"

Spike smirked. "Time for Cinderella to leave the ball before her ride turns into a pumpkin. Now, say goodbye to Prince Charming and let's go." Hermione turned to William with a helpless look as she was dragged away.

"Will I ever see you again?"

She shouted her answer across the dance floor. "I don't know!"

"What's your name?" She could hear his question, and screamed her answer, but she was already by the door now and could tell from the look on his face that he couldn't understand her. She got one last glimpse of Prince Charming, her Adonis, before she was dragged out the door by Spike and Xander; the look on his face, his intense blue eyes seared into her memory.

Hee. Hee. Hee... Sorry about that. Don't you girls all just want William? I know i do. WIll Hermione ever see William again? Will William ever figure out her name? What will Hermione do to Xander and Spike? And who are Hermione's tutors? Find out next time on One Life to Live. I mean General Hospital. Oh never mind, just read the next chappie! toodles! jessebelle