A Girl Out of Time

It was a few hours later that Hermione became aware of her surroundings again. She could feel herself tingling from head to toe; could feel her heart beat in tandem with another. She slowly realized that she was feeling two heartbeats inside her. Before she could panic, Hermione became attentive of the warm body pressed snuggly against her own and blushed at the intimate position she found herself in with her oldest friend. Her hearts picked up the pace as both adrenaline and arousal shot through her system.

The arm wrapped around her tightened slightly, and the Doctor murmured low and husky into her ear, “Relax Hermione, everything is fine. Rest a bit longer and then we’ll talk.”

She shivered and pressed closer, “You smell nice,” she yawned before drifting off into sleep again.

The Doctor nuzzled her hair, a smirk in place as he whispered, “so do you luv, so do you.”

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Hermione sat up suddenly, her senses alerting to the change in room. As she looked around, she realized she was alone and immediately missed the presence of the Doctor. She stood carefully and gripping the wall tightly, she waited for the dizziness to pass and her legs to bear her weight. She made her way shakily to the loo, where she relieved herself and then took a hot shower.

It was when she stepped out of the shower that she realized she had nothing clean to put on and only a small towel to dry off with. Cursing her inattentiveness, Hermione decided to chance searching the room for some clothing, hoping to be dressed before the Doctor returned.

She was rummaging through the wardrobe when she heard a strangled gasp from behind her. Grabbing the first item – a white dress shirt – she could find, Hermione whirled around holding the shirt in front of her.

Before she turned, the Doctor had gotten an eyeful of her wet curls tumbling down her naked back; and his gaze drifted down to her pert buttocks, strong thighs and shapely calves. She was magnificent, and soon to be all his.

Hermione was about to scold him in outrage, when her protest died even before reaching her lips at the sight of his eyes. They were dilated with obvious lust and some shock at her forwardness in wandering around nude.

She also noticed his hands were trembling slightly, causing the tea set he carried to rattle. As calmly as she could, Hermione half turned away from him to pull the dress shirt over her body. It hung almost to her knees and she had to roll up the sleeves to keep her hands free. She didn’t know it, but she looked completely delectable.

Once dressed, Hermione crossed the room, and retrieved the tea set before it crashed to the floor and placed on a side table. Smiling hesitantly at the Doctor, she asked, “do you have my wand?”

Startled out of his stupor, the Doctor looked wildly at her for a moment, before stuttering, “I…that is…oh…here…” as he fished it out of a pocket.

“Thank you,” Hermione reached over and plucked it from his hands, and waved it at the room. The bedding became instantly refreshed and neatly made; while a fresh scent faintly resembling pine filled the room. “Ah, much better,” she grinned.

The Doctor flopped into a nearby chair and stared at her in astonishment. Hermione smiled genially at him, “I believe we have a few things to discuss.”