Chapter Thirteen
Hermione gasped, her stomach was suddenly full of butterflies, she almost didn't dare to turn around. Tentatively she turned to look up into those hypnotizing eyes.
"We meet again," The stranger said as his strong arms held her around the waist. "Shall we dance?" he asked gently.
Hermione gulped, and then nodded nervously, she felt like a school girl again; her throat had gone dry and for a moment she seemed to have lost the power of speech.
The man led her in a slow and sensual dance, their bodies moved together in unison, and Hermione felt she couldn't tear her eyes away from his. He smiled and ran his teeth over his bottom lip as though he knew exactly how he was affecting her. Hermione felt a burning desire rushing through her blood, her delicate smooth skin had raised into goosebumps as intense excitement took her over.
"Wh... Who are you?" Hermione asked quietly when she finally managed to find the words.
"Maybe I should be insulted," The man said with a cheeky grin, "I really would have expected you, out of everybody else, to have read my book by now. If you get the chance I would really suggest that you pick a copy up. All of your answers can be found within it's pages. It's called 'A Dragon Can Change it's Spots'. I am not going to tell you anything further until you read it." With that he held her tighter and the chemistry between them intensified. He pulled her ever closer until she leant her head against his chest. He smelled heavenly, and it felt so natural to Hermione to feel his body pressed against her own. He bent down and passionately kissed her on the neck, his tongue tracing little circles on her velvet soft skin. Shivers of passion ran down her body and she let out a gentle moan.
Hermione felt him stiffen as their bodies moved together. She knew now that he was feeling as aroused as she was., and she dug her fingernails into his back inadvertently. His face moved up from her neck and soon they were face to face, she could feel his hot breath brush against the sensitive skin of her parted lips. She caught the scent of spearmint on his breath as he closed his lips around hers, and she melted as they explored each others mouths with passion. The kiss became hard and so did he, she felt him press against her stomach. Hermione put her arms around his head, her hands entwined in his hair. She wanted him so badly, she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone before. "I don't even know him!" she thought for a split second, "I don't care." Her following thought added as she realized the music had stopped.
When at last the lingering kiss had ended, Hermione opened her eyes, The strangers mask had slipped during their passionate exchange. For the first time Hermione looked up into the face of the man whom she wanted more than anything in the whole world.
"Oh my lord," Hermione screamed in surprise, "D..."
"Obliviate temperalis!" her partner uttered as quick as lightening and the last ten seconds of Hermione's memory was erased.