Touched By An Angel

Touched

“Good evening,” he said as Karl Granger opened the door, he held out the two bottles of wine, “I didn’t know what we would be eating so I brought both.”

“Thank you,” said the host, “But you really didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense,” replied the wizard, “it’s the least I could do to repay your generous hospitality.”

“Then Thank you,” said Karl taking the wine from him, “I’ll go and let them breathe, please the ladies are waiting in the lounge.”

He opened the door to the lounge and walked in, a broad smile filled his face she had chosen the cheongsam dress and material clung to her body in all the right places showing of her wonderful figure to its full effect. “Helen, thank you once again for your gracious hospitality, I’m truly grateful that I don’t have to spend my first night in a strange town by myself.”

“You’re most welcome,” she replied blushing slightly as he kissed the back of her hand, “may I introduce my daughter, Hermione, Hermione this is Allen Jameson, please keep him company while I check on the dinner.”

“Hermione,” said taking her hand and kissing the back of it, “an enchanting name for such an exquisite creature,” he purred never taking his eyes of hers.

Hermione’s cheeks turned a light shade of puce as she smiled deeply at him, “thank you Mr Jameson, and welcome to our home.”

“Allen please,” he said, “I’ll have enough of Mr Jameson once the school year starts.”

“Allen then,” she obliged, unable to pull her eyes from his gaze, “tell me what subject you teach.”

“I teach English, Hermione, or at least I will.”

“English,” she replied I just love the romantic poets.

He closed his eyes and started

ALILY-GIRL, not made for this world\'s pain,

With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,

And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears

Like bluest water seen through mists of rain:

Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,

Red underlip drawn in for fear of love,

And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove,

Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.

Yet, though my lips shall praise her without cease,

Even to kiss her feet I am not bold,

Being o\'ershadowed by the wings of awe,

Like Dante, when he stood with Beatrice

Beneath the flaming Lion\'s breast, and saw

The seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold.

She smiles at him, “an attempt at flattery, I’m afraid my eyes are brown.”

“I am not bold enough to re-write Oscar Wilde, even when faced with such beauty,” she said smiling deeply into her eyes.

“You father tells me you go to boarding school, that must be quite an experience,” he said trying to build on the conversation.

“Yes, it’s based in an old castle on the west coast of Scotland, it’s a really beautiful place.”

“It sounds enchanting,” he said with a real sparkle in his eyes, “it must be really easy to learn in a place like that.”

“Oh it is,” she sighs, “I love nothing more than to spend the days walking through the shelves of the old library reading the books that were created centuries ago but my two best friends Harry and Ron are hopeless they wouldn’t study at all if it wasn’t for me.”

“So Harry, is he your boyfriend,” he asks smiling deeply to himself , it is only the first day of the holidays and already she is telling him about The-Boy-Who-Lived.

A deep blush fills her face, “no neither of them are my boyfriend, I’ve known them since I was eleven they are like brothers to me.”

“There must be a boyfriend though seeing as it’s a mixed school,” he asks inches from her face looking totally engrossed in everything she has to say.

“No boys don’t seem that interested in me,” she replies almost squirming.

“I know boys can be put off by exquisite beauty,” he replies, “They find it rather threatening especially when great beauty is allied with an outstanding intellect.”

“How do you know I have a great intellect?” she asks looking at him curiously

“How do I know that snow is white, or that seawater is salty.” He retorts, staring longingly into her eyes.

“I would say that you have seen snow and taste seawater,” she replied, with a puzzled look on her face.

“And tonight I have had the pleasure of experiencing both your beauty and intellect,” he said as he traced his hand down the side of her cheek.

She shiver ran through her body a the feel of his touch, “are you trying to seduce me Mr Jameson?” she asked smiling at him wickedly.

“Would it offend you if I was?” he asked finally removing his hand from her velvet flesh.

Hermione thought for a moment, “no but I would like to know one way or the other, so I know how to respond to your comments, are they harmless flattery or the heartfelt yearnings of someone who truly believes what he is saying.”

He started to answer her question but she placed her finger on his lips, “please think carefully before answering that question, for my heart is fragile and not used to such attention, please do not entangle it unless you are willing to nurture it appropriately.”

He fought hard not to show the surge of wonton lust that was surging through his body. He was a Slytherin a master of the game no body had ever played Lucius Malfoy, but it one evening this sixteen-year-old mudblood had wrapped him around her little finger, he was falling faster than peregrine falcon and he had no way of putting the breaks on.

He smiled at her sedately, “I would say that will sleep on it but I believe sleep with probably evade me tonight.”

Hermione blushed again and he wished with all his might that one of her parents would walk back into the room to keep him from acting on his urges.

Just then, Helen Granger opened the door and smiled at the young couple sitting in front of her, “if you would like to come through to the dinning room I’m ready to serve dinner,” she said before walking back the way she came.

He stood and held out his hand for her to take, she placed her hand on top of his and the made their way to the dinning room. Once at the table he pulled out the chair and beckoned her to sit, he then walked over to the other side of the table and waited foe her mother to sit before taking his own chair.

The meal went well they talked amiably about current affairs their work the hopes for the coming year and all the normal chitchat.

Eventually he rose to leave, “Helen, Karl thank you for inviting me into your home and such a wonderful meal, I will have to repay the complement once I get settled, Hermione thank you for your wonderful company it has been a real pleasure, but know I feel I should go before I outstay my welcome.”

Helen rose, walked over and kissed him on the cheek, “Allen you will never outstay your welcome here, come over anytime even if it’s just for a chat.” She turned and looked at her daughter, “Hermione you have nothing planned for tomorrow why don’t you take Allen and show him the sights of our little town.”

What the hell is she doing thought the wizard, could she really be that blind, she had left him alone in a room with her daughter for an hour before the meal then again for half an hour after. Could she not see that he was all over her like a cheap suit in the rain? Then all of a sudden it dawned on him, they were fed up of their daughter spending all of her holidays with her two best friends, maybe if she made a friend at home she would be more inclined to spend her holidays here. Did they really believe that he was just lonely that he was just after a friend in his new town? They did seem very prim and proper maybe it never dawned on them that he would want their daughter as more than just a companion. Had they even noticed that she had changed over the past year, that the little girl that no boy would ever look, at was now a woman who could wrap one of the greatest lovers in the wizarding world around her little finger?

She smiled at her mother brightly, “I would be only too happy to show Allen the sights if he’s interested.”

He bowed deeply kissing her hand again, “my dear I’m at your service.”

She giggles at his dramatics, “nine o’clock then,” she says before leaving the room and bounding up the stairs.

He races across the distance between the two houses and bolts up the stairs and sits in the control chair. He rewinds the disc until the moment she enters the room, this is the glory of DVD ram you can record and watch the disc at he same time.

The door opens she twirls around and falls dramatically onto the bed next to her great cat, “oh he’s wonderful Crookshanks, handsome, cleaver, and such a flirt, but does he truly mean the things he says. I could find myself falling in love with him if I let it happen, but should I trust him with my heart will he look after it.” She stares at the cat for a while as if expecting it to answer, “you no help,” she chastises before turning on her back and staring at the ceiling.

Allen smiled wickedly to himself, for the first time in ages he was looking forward to the morning. He promised himself that before the day was over he would have a taste of her sweet muggle flesh.

He sat in silence watching as she climbed of the bed and walked over to the wardrobe. She removed a hanger and painstakingly undid all of the small buttons down the front of her dress. He found that he was holding his breath as she let the silk garment slide of her shoulders and placed it on the hanger. Her stared longingly at the sheer perfection of her porcelain skin, he could have sat there lost in the beauty of her body forever.

She was tall about five foot nine, her hair now fell in loose auburn ringlets constantly brushing the flawless skin of her shoulders. Her breasts were slightly smaller than average, high and firm just the way he liked them. Her body tapered down to a small waist, before rolling into glorious full hips then curving down into a curvaceous pair of legs. He watched enthralled as she prepared for bed then finally turned of the light.