The Big 4-0

Four

   His hands gripped his hair, nearly pulling it from his scalp. The nightstand mocked him as hepaced in front of it, the red digital display of his clock ticking off the minutes until sunrise. 

   He'd been at this for hours, ever since he arrived home from work. The proof he needed was rightthere in front of him, but he was almost refusing to admit it to himself. 

   The pin. 

   A glimpse of her small, Bon Appetite membership pin had flashed at him from the inside of herwork jacket as she walked out of his office all flustered. And now all manner of things werefloating through his head. The practical part of him realised that there was a high possibility thatshe could actually be part of his reality, not just his fantasy ... 

   The other part of him refused to believe that the woman he'd been having sex with could quitepossibly be her... 

   Hermione Granger. 

   Had he felt her and been inside of her and fucked her to within an inch of his life, and never evenknown? Had she surrounded him and urged him on with her body? Had she been the one to moanfor him and buck against his hips, letting him sink deeper into her? 

   The way he felt in the blackout room with his partner, it was like they belonged together. Andadmittedly, that's how he also felt when he looked at Granger. 

   Yet, she was the worst kind of off-limits known to man. She was the girl he loved to hate for solong, and then she became an acquaintance and now finally, a work colleague and almost a friend...but that tension had always been there ... 

   That delicious tension ... 

   Everything about the situation screamed for them to never even go there. He knew using theblackout room was going to come back and bite him on the arse, but he never expected this. Eventhough he wanted to know who she was, he didn't.

   He loved the anonymous feeling, knowing she would never know anything about him. He lovedthe excitement and challenge of using his other senses to give a woman satisfaction. But if itwasn't her, his bood boiled at the thought of Granger being in the room with someone else, anyoneelse but him. 

   Maybe she was just a member of the club and it was just a coincidence? Maybe they hadn't beenpaired together at all? Maybe Granger had found her new man at the same place, but it wasn'tDraco? 

   He'd given in her preferences ... they were all her ... she'd have done the same ... preferences ...what were hers? Someone that didn't look like him? 

   No, that thought wouldn't do. It made his skin crawl and his blood boil. He couldn't her out of hishead. Everything about her surrounded him. Her body, her hair, her scent ... 

   Jasmine ... 

    Yes, Granger did smell of it, didn't she ... surrounded by it, just like his secret Witch ... 

   The idea still stuck around of another man touching her, moving inside of her, and it had his handsclenching into fists. Why the fuck was she even going to a place like Bon Appetite? He was sureher parents raised her much better than that. 

   What the fuck was he doing in a place like Bon Appetite? 

   Giving in to fantasies and natural curiosities ... 

   Surely you would know if it was Granger you've been fucking ... 

   He closed his eyes and let the images from the blackout room replay in my mind, putting Granger'sface on the woman writhing underneath him. Something he had thought about so often.