Chapter Seven
Hermione arrived by cab at The Wiccan Kitchen, it was a new restaurant on the outskirts of wizard London, and it was usually almost impossible to get reservations, but when a table is booked by 'Harry Potter' somehow there is always a table free.
Ginny was expecting her first child and the couple spoke of little else over dinner. Hermione couldn't help but feel slightly lonely as she played gooseberry to the almost unbearably happy couple, but she did enjoy catching up with them and the food was fantastic. By the end of the evening Hermione was exhausted and after bidding farewell to Harry and Ginny she crawled into a taxi and tried to stay awake as she was driven back to The Leaky Cauldron.
Her feet struggled to follow one another up the steps to her room, and after a quick shower, she snuggled down into the large bed and was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Hermione found herself back at Hogwarts, she was in the room of requirements, which at this time had arranged itself as a vast reference library, she was all alone and she could smell the intoxicating aroma of new parchment, she stood before a bookshelf that reached up higher than the eyes could see, the room was lit with hundreds of floating lanterns and the air was warm and inviting.
Suddenly Hermione became aware that she was not alone, there was someone standing directly behind her. A pair of strong hands clasped gently over her eyes.
"Guess who?" A sexy voice whispered quietly into her ear. Warm breath lingering on her delicate earlobe. Her body quivered and her breathing quickened.
"I don't know." She gasped, but she thought she recognised the voice.
"Keep your eyes closed." The voice commanded and she did as she was told. The strong hands trailed gently down her face, and neck, caressing her soft skin as they slid down to her shoulders before firmly turning her body round. She fought back the urge to open her eyes and without another word a pair of soft firm lips parted her own, a gentle tongue exploring the warm interior of her mouth, she squirmed with ardour and felt all her strength leave her as the minty tongue gave her waves of delight. Then suddenly an alarm sounded, and the amorous stranger seemed to disappear without a trace. The siren grew louder and louder until...
"Damn!" Hermione growled as she hit the snooze button on her alarm clock.
This wasn't the first dream she had had in which she had encountered the stranger, but it was the first time the two of them had shared a kiss. "I must be getting really desperate." Hermione thought to herself, before lifting herself up on her elbows and sighing with wanting.