Touched By An Angel

What Do Angels Taste Of

Hermione sprang from the bed at a sprint deftly plucking a silk dressing gown from the back of the door and wrapping it around herself as she headed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

\"Good morning dear and what would you like for breakfast?\" asked Karl standing by the stove cooking a batch of pancakes.

\"No time to eat I\'m late,\" she replied downing a glass of grapefruit juice with a shudder.

\"Honestly dear it\'s only seven, Allen\'s not due until nine,\" argued her father, \"you\'ve got plenty of time to eat.\"

The young witch looked at her mother pleadingly, \"really dear you have no idea what a woman has to go through to prepare herself for the world outside. She has to shower, then tame the savage beast,\" she added looking at her daughters bedraggled mop, gaining her a scowl for her troubles. \"Then there\'s the makeup, followed by finding the perfect outfit, only to disregard it, then choose another six outfits before settling on the one she chose originally.\"

\"That seems to be an awful amount of trouble to go to just to show a new neighbour around the town,\" he said with a worried look on his face.

\"A extremely hot new neighbour who couldn\'t keep his eyes of her last night,\" addedHellen with a wicked smile on her face.

\"Mom,\" snapped the witch turning a nice shade of puce.

\"Do you know what you\'re getting yourself into,\" asked Karl turning to protective father mode.

\"I\'m spending the day with a man I like, who seems to like me too,\" she replied looking at her father. \"I don\'t know where it will lead, or how long it will take to get there, but believe me I\'m mature enough to deal with any situation that arises.\"

\"I know dear, I just care about you,\" he pulled his daughter into a hug and kissed her on the forehead.

\"I know,\" she said smiling up brightly at her father, \"but this is the first man that I\'ve liked, who seems to like me in return, please don\'t spoil it for me.\"

\"If he makes you happy then he\'s all right in my book,\" he allowed her to pull free and poured her a cup of coffee, \"you do realise he\'s a muggle?\"

\"So,\" she looked at her father with a confused look, \"I\'m not some pureblood supremacist, who thinks that muggles are an inferior race, do you really believe I would think any less of you because you\'re not a wizard?\"

Karl started to squirm slightly at his daughters scrutiny, \"you have been kind of avoiding us lately, we\'ve hardly seen you over the past two years.\"

Hermione pulled her father into a tight embrace, \"don\'t you ever think that I\'m ashamed of you, you and mom mean the world to me,I stay away to keep you safe. The Death Eaters are on the march again, I\'m a target for being a muggleborn, and also for being friends with The-Boy-Who-Lived, the more I\'m here the more danger I put you in.\"

\"Really dear, we would willingly put up with a little danger to see more of you,\" said her mother looking at her longingly.

\"Then that\'s settled, I\'ll spend the whole holiday here,\" she replied reaching a hand out to her mother and pulling her in for a group hug, \"I spend forty three weeks of the year with Harry and Ron, it\'s time we became reacquainted.\"

\"And this wouldn\'t have anything to do with an attractive young teacher that just moved next door?\" Asked her mother gently caressing her arm.

\"Really mom you\'re becoming far too cynical,\" she replied staring up at her parents wickedly.

\"So We\'ll take that as a partially,\" smiled Karl, \"only if it has, I could find myself warming to the guy.\"

Allen chuckled as he watched Hermione head for the shower, this was going to be really easy, the girl was almost gagging for it, and her parents were giving him the green light. All that he had to do now was convince the dark lord that it was his idea and he would be laughing.

\"So,\" saidHellen as she plugged in the hair straighteners, \"what image are you going for, sweet sixteen, sophisticated, or sex kitten?\"

\"Really mom, have you seen my wardrobe, where can I possibly find sex kitten in there?\" She sat at the dressing table to allow her mother to do her hair.

\"You never know what you\'ll find if you try hard enough,\" she replied smiling wickedly at her daughter.

Hermione sat looking at her mother calculatingly as she fussed with her mess of brown hair, humming to herself smugly, \"What?\" She asked eventually getting frustrated with her mother\'s knowing look.

\"So we settled for sex kitten right?\" And her mother shot out of the bedroom door.

Two minutes later she returned carrying five shopping bags, \"OK outfit number one,\" she said pulling a short black pleated mini skirt and a lilac halter neck top.

Hermione gaped at the outfit in her mothers hands, \"a bit too much for a day sight seeing,\" she suggested shocked that her mother would have brought her something so sexy.

\"Right, next,\" a wrap around denim mini skirt came out of the bag followed by a skin tight black crop top shirt that finished about three inches above the waistband of the skirt.

Hermione gulped, \"I think I can see a pattern her, I\'m not gonna get away without showing my panties off am I?\"

\"You\'ve got a beautiful body dear,\" replied Jennifer smiling wickedly, \"you really ought to show it off more, besides I\'ve got some rather sexy thongs that will go wonderfully with that skirt.\"

\"A thong,\" shouted Hermione gob smacked, \"you want me to wear a thong.\"

\"Shhh,\" her mother looked around nervously, \"we don\'t want your father finding out.\"

\"So you think I should wear a thong?\" Continued the young witch.

\"You\'re young and beautiful Hermione, lighten up, learn to live a little, you\'ll have enough time to be conservative when you get to my age,\"Hellen smiled down at her daughter.

\"So you think I\'m a tight ass,\" asked the young witch rather miffed at her mother.

\"You could always prove me wrong,\" smiled the elder woman smiling wickedly, \"I mean what do you have to lose, apart from your virginity,\"

\"So you want me to jump him the minute he walks through the door?\" She asked a look of shear astonishment on her face.

\"No,\" replied her mother, \"if you want Allan to be a keeper then you have to take your time, make sure he\'s totally hooked on you before you give too much away.\"

Allan walked down the stairs and out of the front door beforeHellen could reveal her secrets for gaining a mans interest, or they chose an outfit for Hermione. I mean half of the fun is in the anticipation, the thrill of the unknown. He already knew more than he would liked to have known, the Granger girl was a virgin, Potter and Weasley must be gay to ignore such a wondrous gift just staring them in the face.

He liked his lips with delight, Hermione was a virgin and he was going to take it, he could almost taste he sweet juices running down his chin, as his mouth watered of its own volition. All that he had to do know was convince the old snake that it was his idea and he would be laughing.

He took the coast road down to the sea front and stopped outside a coffee shop. He sat watching the couples playing in the sand while he drank his coffee. He smiled contentedly to himself, not one of those girls could hold a candle to his Hermione. He was pulled out of his retrieve by that last thought, when had he started thinking of her as his, it stunned him to admit that found the idea pleasing, he wanted the filthy mudblood to be his, and he found himself affronted by the use of that derogatory term.

This sudden turn of events startled himself slightly, what\'s going on, why should I be bothered about insulting a muggleborn, it\'s just that you realise that if you use that term in front of the girl the game is up, his subconscious bailed him out. He smiled to himself happy to accept that explanation even if he didn\'t really believe it for a minute.

Allan walked up to the door with butterflies forming in his stomach, inside was a young woman who had spent the last two hours preparing herself for him, and she normally took as much care about her appearance as she did throwing a can in the trash. The anticipation was killing him, once again his mouth watered of is own accord, he felt like a teenage boy going on a date with the prom queen. He wanted this so bad that he could taste it, he was so wound up that it would take all his effort not to jump her the minute he walked through the door.

He closed his eyes and thought back to the conversation he had just had with the dark lord, he had convinced the old coot that he was perusing Hermione under duress, that there was no way he would go anywhere near the filthy mudblood if it was up to him. The term felt caustic on his tongue, how could anything about this girl be dirty she was pure and chased a vision of beauty, an angel and he was desperate to gain a taste of such perfection.

He rang the doorbell and waited with anticipation for her to answer, his heart started beating frantically in his chest. It was hard to believe that a simple girl could effect such a hardened player of the game as him. He had never been given over to matters of the heart, sure he knew all about lust, the heating of the groin, a watering mouth and the rest but this playing of his heartstrings was something completely new and it frightened him as much as it intrigued him. Allan Jameson after only a week of existence was taking him somewhere that Lucius Malfoy hadn\'t in forty odd years of his life.

\"Hi Allen,\" called the vision standing in the door, if the outfits had looked sexy while Jennifer held them up, it was nothing to the way the one looked painted to her delicate body. The skirt was a short plaid mini that clung tightly to the curves of her upper thighs, the top was a beige jumper that hugged her stomach like a possessive lover wanting to feel and touch ever inch of her flesh. The material flared to a loose fitting collar that fell absentmindedly of one shoulder affording him a view of the curve of her upper breast.

Allan stood there lost in contemplation for what seemed an age drinking in the vision that beheld his eyes, \"she truly is a goddess, Venus and Aphrodite pale by comparison,\" he thought.

\"Why thank you kind sir,\" she replied with a pleased look on her face.

He looked at her confused, \"I didn\'t realise I\'d said that out loud,\" he qualified.

\"Then it\'s even more appreciated because it was said without trying to garner favour,\" she replied her smile broadening, she turned and walked back into the house, \"do we have time for a cup of coffee or are you in a hurry?\"

\"I am yours for as long as you want me,\" he replied.

\"You should be careful what you promise, I might have to hold you to them,\" she said looking at him seductively.

His stomach flipped a somersault in his chest at the look she gave him, he was going to enjoy devouring this beauty, \"I was counting on it,\" he replied in a seductive purr.

A shiver ran down her spine at the effect his voice was having on her body, he could reach in and take her now she would probably surrender her flower to him willingly, giving herself over to the caresses of his skilled fingers. No her mother was right you have to build up the need, the dependency before someone can become truly addicted, and he was determined to have this goddess craving his touch.

\"So you\'ve decided to pursue me after all,\" she stated turning to lean against the work top.

A low guttural growl left his lips, does she know what she doing, he stood desperately trying to dampen the need to take her on the kitchen table. \"My dear,\" he finally said, \"a relationship with you will be difficult, I am a twenty two year old school teacher and you are a sixteen year old school girl.\" She made to interrupt him, but he held up a hand to stop her protestations, \"I know that you are above the age of consent and I am not your teacher, it is these two points that give me the courage to act on the feelings I have already gained for you. You must realise that public opinion will be against us, and that we may have to ride a storm of jibes and innuendo from closed minded busybodies.\"

\"Could our relationship cost you your job?\"

\"I\'ve got a first from Cambridge, I\'d have tons of offers from industry, if the headmaster proves to be affect by the scandal.\"

\"So you would give up your career for me?\" There was a look of disbelief evident on her face.

A sweet smile filled his lips and a look of sheer devotion his eyes, \"I would take on the Trojan army single handily for you.\"

\"Well you might have to,\" she said coyly, \"I hear Paris is extremely interested.\"

\"He\'s too late,\" he replied closing the distance and wrapping his arms around her waist, \"you belong to me know.\"

Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked him in the face, \"so you think you own me.\"

\"In as much as I belong to you, my heart is already lost to me, it lays captive in your hands.\"

\"I will care for it, and treat it with respect,\" she replied, pulling him into a tight embrace. She sighed deeply into his ear, \"I don\'t know this is all happening so quickly, I feel like I\'m being carried away on a tidal wave.\"

\"I\'ve had my fair share of women,\" he felt her tense at this statement, \"but I always thought that love was a concept made up by fiction writers. I had never had anybody that played with my heart strings the way that you do. I thought I would go through life never really experiencing love, but now I\'m sitting back and welcoming it in.\" He closed his eyes and cringed, had he gone too far, would she really believe that the man standing in front of her could fall in love so quickly.

She flushed deeply at is statement of impending love before pulling from his embrace, \"coffee,\" she said looking back at him.

His eyes followed heraround the kitchen, unable to remove his gaze from the vision before him, her hands trembled as she poured a jug of filtered water into the percolator, \"sorry I\'m staring,\" he said turning to look out the window.

\"D-don\'t be,\" she said, \"I enjoy it.\"

\"You enjoy being stared at by older men?\" He asked with a wicked look in his eye.

She shook her head, \"I enjoy being looked at by you, it sends shivers down my spine.\"

\"If that\'s so what happens when I touch you,\" he walked over and ran his hand down her cheek. Her body shook in response as she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.

\"Allan,\" she half sobbed, \"Be gentle with me, I\'ve never done this before.\"

\"Done what?\" He asked in surprise.

\"Well anything,\" a blush filled her cheeks, \"I\'ve never had a boyfriend.\"

He looked at her dumbfounded,\" what are they feeding those boys up there, surely they\'ve noticed you beauty?\"

An undignified snort sounded from her noise, she covered it with her hand, \"I\'m sorry that wasn\'t very lady like.\"

\"Don\'t be,\" he replied, \"it\'s you I want to get to know not some Victorian view of how you are supposed to act.\"

\"What if you don\'t like the real me?\"

\"That will never happen,\" he pulled her into an embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head.

\"I\'m bossy,\" she squeaked surprised at his actions.

\"I could do with a firm hand, I\'m a hopeless case at times,\" he said moving his hand in a circular motion across her back.

\"I\'ve got a hairstring temper.\"

\"I can argue with the best of them, the trick is always to make it up before you go to bed.\"

She smiled into his chest, \"my favourite thing to do in the world is be curled up in a chair with a book.\"

\"Well I\'m sure I can come up with something to top that,\" he purred seductively.

She squeaked again and squatted him on the arm, \"I was being serious,\" she said, \"I don\'t need you to make fun of me.\"

\"I wasn\'t,\" he said looking down at her with passion in his eyes, \"I enjoy reading to it\'s up there amongst my favourite things to do, but spending time with you is quickly moving it down the list.\"

\"Oh,\" she mumbled into his chest, she raised her head to look him in the eye, \"then I\'m sorry I hit you.\"

A broad smile filled his face, \"don\'t be, I rather enjoyed it.\"

\"Oh you,\" she blushed, throwing gentle punches at his arms and head.

Allan keeled over pulling Hermione down with him, after several minutes she stopped her assault seeing a broad smile playing on his lips. \"You Allan Jameson, are far too kinky for your own good,\" she said squatting him one last time across the ear.

\"And you Hermione Granger are far too Beautiful for yours,\" he replied reaching up and pecking her on the noise, a smile on his lips spreading further.

\"Right,\" she said, \"lets see if you like being tickled as much, she lowered her hands to his sides and started to tickle him.

He squirmed around uncontrollably until he captured her hands then rolled her onto her back, \"for that my dear prepare to die.\"

Hermione wriggled like mad as his hands tormented under her arms, she thrashed about tears running down her cheeks, \"stop, stop, I surrender.\"

He smiled down at her triumphantly, \"and what prize do I get as the victor?\"

He was lost in her beauty as she gave the matter some thought, her nose wrinkled with concentration, \"you sir may claim a kiss as your prize.\"

He covered her mouth with his and gently started to ply tender kisses across their surface, she melted into his mouth her lips hunger for his touch. He took this as a sign to continue he increased the intensity of his searching he opened his mouth and traced her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. He felt her body tremble beneath him at the feel of his touch, a soft gurgling grown left her lips.

He rolled of her before the kiss became overwhelming, and gave a hearty sigh, \"I have tasted the lips of an angel I can die a happy man,\" he proclaimed.

She rose herself up on her elbow looking into his eyes, \"you better not I\'ve got plans for you Allan Jameson.\"

He looked at he coyly, \"should I be worried?\"

She squatted him around the head again, and a broad smile filled his face. She looked down at him with a furrowed brow, \"I\'ll have to remember that\'s not a punishment\"

He frowned at her, \"please don\'t.\"

She smirked down at him and struck him on the arm again.

Her mood went sombre as he looked into her eyes, \"I-I\'m keeping a secret from you, something I think you should know if we are to be serious.\"

He pulled her on top of him once again, \"you my dear can tell me anything.\"

She worried her bottom lip while she thought, \"I\'d rather show you could we go to London for the day?\"

\"I am naught but you humble servant,\" he replied theoretically, \"I will do what ever the lady requests.\"

\"Just my luck,\" she scoffed indignantly, \"I\'ve gone and latched onto a drama queen.\"

\"I\'ll give you drama queen,\" he said, and started tickling her sides again.

\"NO, no stop, I\'m sorry I didn\'t mean it,\" she squealed through fits of laughter.

\"You know the forfeit,\" he replied, and she covered his lips with hers.

This time with her on top he allowed her to chose the pace of the kiss, her lips were urgent searching out the touch of his skin, her tongue reached out and traced the surface of his lip, his mouth opened allowing her access her tongue as she increased the pace of the kiss her lips devouring his with passion heat and hunger until she finally collapsed on top of him.

\"What do they taste like?\" She asked whispering in his ear trying to regain her breath.

\"Who?\"

\"Angels,\"

\"Oh peppermint,\" she burst out giggling on his chest.