LIFETIME MATE

Chapter Six

The following day, after sleeping the morning away, Hermione, Ron and Lavender spent their day browsing the shops in London and starting in on their Christmas shopping. Loaded down with packages later in the afternoon, they all agreed to meet in the lobby around nine-o-clock to go back to the club, as they wanted to rest before then.

Hermione undressed then crawled under the covers to get some much needed rest. Her dreams filled with memories of Draco.

She awoke a couple of hours later, sweating underneath the covers. “Four more days.” She said to herself out loud, as she pulled herself out of bed. ‘Four more days and the restlessness and sexual tension will go away, for awhile anyway.’ She thought to herself.

She laid out her outfit for the night, what little of it there was, and went to have a long cool shower. She let the cool water cascade down her back as she leaned her hands against the cool tiles. Her memories going back to another shower in her seventh year at Hogwarts. It was the first time she was ‘in heat’, and Draco had been there for her. She smiled remembering the condition they were in after three days of continuous sex. She missed him. She mentally shook herself and turned off the water.

She scrubbed herself dry and slipped on her black thong panties, and walked around the room, semi-nude as she dried and fluffed her hair, and put on some make-up. She slowly slipped on her clothes and smiled to herself, leather, she always felt raunchy in leather. She slipped on her three inch heels and put on her long leather coat over her outfit. She looked back then waved her hand across the room, where everything righted itself and things were put away, just in case she did bring someone back.

It was about ten minutes after nine when she strutted over to Ron and Lavender who were waiting in the lobby. She had closed her coat, so they could not see what she was wearing, although they could see a bit of cleavage showing at the top opening of the coat. “You are wearing something under that coat, aren’t you ‘Mione?” Ron asked as he tried to peak in.

Hermione laughed , “Of course I am. But tonight, I’m going to find someone. This outfit will assure me of that.”


The three of them walked to the club arm in arm, with Ron in the middle. They entered the club to a full house. As they waited in line to check in their coats, Hermione glanced around at the people. “Uh, Hermione, your coat.” Ron said as he nudged her to get her attention.

“Okay.” She unbuttoned her coat and handed it over to Ron, who gaped at the large expanse of skin showing, as was most of the other men who were in line. She wore a short black leather mini-skirt, about a handswidth above her knees, making her legs look long, sleek and very sexy. Her top was also made of black leather. It was a halter top with underbust seams that seemed to push up and push together her breasts. The bottom of the top was a couple of inches above her navel, showing a large expanse of her firm stomach.

Ron swallowed and handed her coat to the girl at the coat check. He watched a Hermione and Lavender made their way to the bar, wishing that he could take them back to the hotel with him again.

“So, what should be the signal tonight ‘Mione?” Ron asked.

“Maybe I don’t want to be rescued tonight.” Hermione sighed. “Although last night was amazing, I need to find someone whll sll screw me senseless, one on one.”

“Okay fine. But we’ll be here if you need a hand.” Ron said grudgedly, smiling suggestively.

The three of them found a table near the back of the bar, then Hermione watched as Ron and Lavender made their way to the dance floor. She looked around until her eyes stopped to find a pair of green eyes looking intently at her. The eye contact was broken when someone stood in her way to ask her to dance.

“Sure.” She said as she got up and looked back, but the guy with the green eyes wasn’t there anymore. She looked up to see her dance partner, he was nice enough looking, but no sparks. He tried to pull her close, but she drew back. The tug of war kept up until the song ended. She stepped back and walked to the ladies room, where she tried to cool her heated skin with a damp cloth.

After she collected herself and touched up her hair, she made her way to the bar to get another drink. She walked along near the railing, when she suddenly stopped. She sniffed the air and followed her nose to a smell she hasn’t sensed in a long time. She walked on, the smell getting stronger until she came to the back of a tall black haired man. She looked him up and down, to the longish black hair, to the broad shoulders underneath a dress shirt, then down to the snug black jeans. She leaned in closer, closing her eyes, smelling him. She felt the heat start to pool between her legs at his nearness.

She touched her hand to his back. “Excuse me,” he turned around for her to look into the same green eyes as earlier. “But do I know you from somewhere?”

He looked her up and down, much the same way she had to him earlier. “I don’t think so. I think I would remember you if we had met before.” He leaned back against the railing, giving her a steely look.

“Sorry, you just reminded me of someone I used to know.” She said sadly. She shook her head then turned her back on him to go sit with Ron and Lavender, the stranger watching her leather clad backside.

Hermione sat down quietly and sipped her drink, her mind in turmoil. The memories of Draco sti still strong from her dreams this afternoon, then she sensed that he was here tonight.

“Hermione, are you okay?” Ron asked as he sat beside her.

“Hmm.....oh yeah, I’m okay. I think I’m going to head back to the hotel. I don’t think I’m up to this tonight.”

“What happened, you were okay awhile ago?” Ron asked.

Hermione looked into Ron’s eyes. “It’s Draco. I’ve been thinking of him all day, then just now, I thought this man was him, his smell was just like his.”

Ron clutched her hand, “‘Mione, Draco is dead. It couldn’t possibly be him.”

“I know that, I’m just feeling......oh, I don’t know how I feel. You think after eight years I would be over this.” Hermione cried feeling frustrated.

You You have to get on with your life Hermione. There will never be another Draco....thank god.” Ron smirked, “but there may be someone else out there for you that would make you happy.”

Hermione smiled and kissed Ron’s cheek. “Thanks Ron, for everything. I’ll stay for awhile longer. After all I haven’t danced with one of my best friends yet.” She teased.

Ron stood up. “No time like the present.” He said as he held out his hand. Lavender smiled and waved them off and said she would order their next round of drinks.

They danced the one song, then Lavender came out to join them for the next couple. When they finally got back to their table, they were laughing and sat down heavily wiping the sweat from their necks.

Hermione sipped her drink and gazed at the dancers. Her eyes fell on the green eyes of the stranger off to the side. She watched as he downed his drink and walk towards her, never breaking eye contact. He stopped beside their table and touched her hand. “Dance with me?” He asked.

Hermione nodded, feeling the jolt of chemistry from his touch. She took his hand as he led the way to the dance floor, where he gathered her close in his arms. She slid her one hand up his arm to place on his broad shoulders, while the other nestled in his hand.

“Sor“Sorry if I seemed rude earlier, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.” Hermione said.

“No problem. So who was this person you thought I might be?”

“Someone who I was supposed to marry a long time ago, he died a week before our wedding.”

“Sorry.”

“That’s okay. Anyway, it’s time I got on with my life. So, do you come here often?” Hermione smiled at the cliche pick up line.

He smiled back at her. “No, haven’t been here in years.”

“Me neither, it’s been about nine or ten years for me. By the way, my name is Hermione.”

“Chase.”

“So Chase, are you married?”

“No.”

“Girlfriend?”

“No.” He smiled at the relieved look on her face. He took her hand that was in his and placed it on his shoulders, as he put his arm around her, stroking the bare skin at her back, pulling her closer to his length.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck as she twirled the ends of his hair around her fingers. He leaned in close to lick the lobe of her ear, his hot breath sending tingles up and down her spine. She closed her eyes as she felt his lips and tongue run along the side of her neck. He nibbled his way up her neck, to her chin then to her waiting mouth. Just before he touched his lips to hers, he looked into her eyes to see the desire mirrored in her eyes.

She licked her suddenly dry lips. He watched her tongue daut aut and groaned as he took her mouth, and ravished it with his lips and tongue. Her hands went to the back of his head to bring him closer as she took what he gave.

When they came up for air, she stroked her hand against his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. She smiled through her swollen kissed lips. “Chase. I know we just met, but I have an indecent proposal for you.”

“Oh, and what would that be?” He asked as he kissed the corner of her mouth.

“Well, I have a hotel room for a couple of days. Stay with me. I want to feel more of you, taste you.”

“You don’t even know me, I could be a serial killer or something.” He smirked.

Hermione smiled back and looked into his eyes. “No, I don’t think so. And no, I don’t know you. I just want your body for those days, nothing more right now, no commitments, no strings. I’ve never done this before with someone I don’t know that well, but I know you won’t regret it.” She hesitated, unsure. “So, what do you say Chase. Are you ‘up’ for it?” She smirked.

He looked at her, the promise in her eyes. “Well, what does this....” he pulled her hips to his, his erection pressing against her lower belly. “.....tell you.”

She ground her hips to his as she kissed him passionately. She pulled away and grabbed his hand, as they walked towards Ron and Lavender.

“Ron, Lavender, I’m heading back to the h.” .” She leaned down to kiss Ron’s cheek and whispered, “I’ll be busy for the next few days....so don’t call me.” She smiled as she walked away leaving a bemused couple at the table.

The were waiting for their coats when Chase nodded over to Ron, “Whose that guy?”

Hermione smiled, “He’s a good friend, he’s been there for me through some tough times.”

“How good of a friend?” He asked smirking.

“If you’re asking if we slept together, truthfully, the answer in yes, twice. More for companionship than anything. We’ve been friends since we were about eleven years old.” She said as she slipped on her long leather jacket. They walked out to the brisk chill air. “Is that a problem for you?”

“No.” He wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked to the hotel. “We just met, why should it matter.”

She led him to the elevator as she unbuttoned her jacket. “How about we’ll leave our personal lives out of this. For the next couple of days, I want you in my bed, to do with what I please.” She smirked suggestively.

He backed her up against the wall of the elevator, his face so close, their breaths mingled, “So, in other words, you want me to be your boy-toy for the next couple of days?” She nodded and ran her hand down to his straining erection in his pants, as she stroked him, feeling him push against her hand.

He closed his eyes then opened them, his breathing ragged. Right before he took possession of her mouth, he said, “I could live with that.” His hand overlapped hers while she stroked up and down. She was just about to unzip his jeans when the elevator jostled them, signaling they were on the seventh floor already.