Learning

Hermione sauntered to her chambers thinking of the scorching kiss shared between her and John. She wasn't aware of the person following her until she reached the picture of the stag that was her room. She whispered her password to the picture and the portal to her chambers opened. The person followed behind her quickly before the picture swung closed. The lights were out in her room. It was completely dark and she knew that the person had followed her into the room. Hermione knew immediately knew who it was as they advanced on her in the dark.

His smell was unmistakable. The burning of his eyes scarred her and conditioned a response in Hermione manifested as a shiver. Hermione's back was turned on the guest. She had stopped in the middle of the room to catch her breath as his hand caught her arm and spun her around. He pulled her against him.

His lean body felt sturdy and she could feel his deliberate hands on her lower back and where her breast met her rib cage. Each touch was warm, like bathwater, but Hermione panted mostly from his kiss. First it was sweet. Lip to lip, flesh barely touching flesh. Gradually and knowingly, the kiss opened up at his dictation. His lips claimed hers and he hummed softly. Her bottom lip vibrated and her knees almost collapsed from under her weight. He held her gently, pulling her closer to his hot but manly form. Every mouthful seemed as if his body burned with more excitement. Her capacity was sweltering from his touch. Soon Hermione felt soft, textured flesh assault her mouth. His flesh caressed her own flesh and tickled the roof of her mouth.

Moans escaped Hermione between kisses and John became so bold as to move his hand up her thin, silk blouse and fondle her sinuous breast and firm nipple. Her breaths came faster and faster. His followed suit and the pleasure overtook his body.

Hermione thought that it was so easy to arouse a man, but then realizing that it hadn't required much for her to become enraptured, she began to play with the top of his pants. He groaned. She felt the fire burn harder in him.

"Hermione," he said. "The more and more that I talked to you tonight, the more I realized how easy it is for me to fall in love with you. I admire your ability to be yourself and your aptitude for witchcraft, which seems to be your passion. You must have put a spell on me."

"Thank you," Hermione said bashfully. "I don't know why this feels so good though. We barely know each other. Somehow, though, it feels as if I knew you before now."

"Perhaps we knew each other in a past life," he joked. She felt his smile in the dark. His smile was like a ray of light. It glimmered in the dimness. "I want to show you something."

Hermione waited. She sensed him move his hand to his pocket and pull something small out. She heard a click, click and a light flamed in the blackness. She stared at the light. Was this what he wanted to show her? A lighter? She had seen it earlier. She could produce fire with one simple spell and her wand. It didn't impress her that much.

"Watch," he said sensing her impatience. He waved his hand over the lighter and his hand appeared to twist in an unnatural way as he lifted the fire from the lighter into his hand. He cupped the fire in two hands and melded the fireball into a flower, then a giant squid, a cat, a wolf, a heart and a lightening bolt.

Hermione found this amusing and giggled, but then she remembered Harry Potter. A tear came to her eye.

"Wow, I didn't realize it would move you that much."

"No, no, John," Hermione sniffled with a smile. "The lightening bolt just reminds me of old friends."

"They must have been close friends?" Hermione started to cry and leaned on his shoulder, shaking despite herself.

"I didn't mean for this to upset you," John said. "I thought that these were happy memories for you."

"They are happy memories," Hermione wailed. "They are the happiest."

"Ah," he said obviously not understanding the paradox. "I see."