A Girl Out of Time

Hermione moaned as she responded to the Doctor’s kiss, snaking her hands up his arms to wrap around his neck and tangle in his dark hair. She was in bliss, like she had been waiting for the this moment her whole life. As their tongues tangled together, exploring the others mouth, a trickle of rational thought broke through Hermione’s daze. Reluctantly she sighed and pulled back from the handsome man holding her.

The Doctor refused to release Hermione, securing one hand in her curls; he pulled her back for another toe-curling kiss. He massaged her scalp with the hand laced in her hair as the other firmly trailed down her body, brushing the side of her breast and hip before gripping her arse securely.

Hermione resisted his advances for a moment and the Doctor squeezed her ass in warning to stop her struggles. He easily dominated her, as she melted into him. Desperate for air, she finally broke the kiss to burrow her head into his chest panting hard. She could feel him nuzzle her hair as he murmured, “You’re my soul mate, love; we belong together. I’m not letting you go, Hermione; I love you.”

His arms had shifted to cradle her securely to him. Hermione could sense his muscles bunching as he shifted slightly, and felt awe at how fit his body was. When she pressed closer to the Doctor, she could feel the bulge in his pants firm against her groin, and she let out a small whimper.

As the Doctor whispered his love into her ear, Hermione stiffened, and pushed back against him to stare up at him in astonishment. “You love me?” she couldn’t make sense of it at first. He brushed a finger tenderly over her face, “Yes Hermione, I love – almost from the moment I first saw you. I have been waiting all these years for your transformation, so I could claim you as my soul mate. My love is very real – it’s not based on false estimates of your beauty, (which you are), or your character or even your intelligence – I know you bone deep…we have always been meant for each other.”

By this time, he had maneuvered them onto the bed, resting at the headboard with Hermione cradled on his lap. “Sweetheart, I know this is sudden for you, but I know you feel the same pull towards me as I do towards you.”

Hermione stared into the Doctor’s deep brown eyes that now glittered with amber – she was slightly reminded of Bill or Remus, and realized that werewolves and Time Lords weren’t that different when it came to claiming mates. She nodded slowly, “Yes, Doctor, I do feel the pull. I have resisted for so long, thinking you could never feel the same. It hurt so much to know you’d leave eventually and I’d never see you again.” A solitary tear trickled down her face and the Doctor gently brushed it away with a fingertip. “I will never leave you. All the other companions were only ever temporary guests until I found you. Even if we somehow get separated, we will always find our way back to each other. You can put your worries to rest love. I’m here to stay.”

She suddenly sat up, “Oh, Merlin, with all this transformation stuff going on, I completely forgot about Harry, the Horcruxes, and Voldemort and…and…” The Doctor placed a finger over her lips, “Shh, pet…I found a few useful bits that should help, and I’m staying to see this war through with you – baring the odd side trip to locate items we might need, I’m here for the long haul.”

Hermione let out a gust of relief, “Thank you.” She snuggled back into the Doctor’s arms, “I love you too.”