It was almost midnight and she got out of the club, needing to get some fresh air. She put her bag on the pavement and carefully sat on it because her feet were killing her. She rubbed her temples, took a deep breath and was about to get up when she saw something that nearly made her heart stop.
"Dr...Draco?", she looked up and said to the man standing under the street light. "Draco, is that... It can't be you!"
The man offered his hand to her but she hesitated before taking it. He pulled her to her feet and then got closer to her, putting his arms on either sides of her body.
"It's me princess... I'm here", he whispered in her ear.
"What... How?", she asked looking into his eyes.
"Do you believe in magic, Hermione?", he laughed.
She smiled, "I believe in you..."
"If you had one wish right now, what would it be?"
"What are you talking about? What's happening Dray?"
He held her closer, "You have three wishes and the first two don't count baby... That's what's happening".
"I... I wish that I could be in some other time and place, with someone else's soul and someone else's face.", she said with tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry I left you, we'll meet again soon though", he leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. He ended the kiss just as she had started deepening it and she whimpered in protest.
He winked at her, and in a flash he was gone, leaving nothing but glitter in the air. She stood there stunned for a few minutes and then went back to the club, deciding she had too much to drink.
She danced to the music, grinding her body against a woman who had been checking her out ever since she walked in when she felt someone else's hands on her body. It was a man, but she couldn't tell more. She wanted to turn around so that she could see his face, but her body wouldn't follow her mind.
"Just let go, Hermione...", he whispered with his deep, baritone voice. His hands on her body, his lips near her ear and his voice in her head... Time stopped for her, it was like they were alone in the room. He was everything... Mesmerising, hypnotising, intoxicating... She was ready to do whatever he asked of her, all she wanted was to completely surrender to him. When he put his hand on her inner thighs she sighed and when the tips of his fingers touched the soft lips of her pussy, she moaned. His lips were on her neck now, nibbling on the sensitive flesh there, and she was nothing but his. He started massaging her cunt lips and her clit, getting her wetter and wetter, but when she was about to climax he stopped, leaving her breathless with her inner walls spasming lightly.
Dazed and confused she turned around, coming face to face with the man who made her feel hornier than she's ever felt before. Although her current body was much taller -about 5' 8"- and she was in high heels the man was still taller. He had a thin but toned body and he was wearing a black suit. He looked about 50, maybe a bit younger... He had long black hair streaked with gray, deep dark eyes and a large nose. He seemed very familiar but she just couldn't remember where she'd seen him before.
He took her in his arms and lead her outside. It was as if they were floating instead of walking, she felt so light. Like she had no body... He held her even tighter and buried his face in her hair. Suddenly they weren't outside the club anymore. They were at a forest... Was it the Forest of Dean? He slowly pulled away from her but remained close to her. They looked in each other's eyes and she could see hesitation in his onyx orbs. She wanted to be with this man so much it hurt. She needed him...
"Please...", she whispered and before he got a chance to reply her lips were on his. It was a soft, tender kiss that offered more comfort than passion. For the first time in ages, she felt peaceful. Without putting much thought to it, she cast a non-verbal Divesto and she stood bare before him. He opened his eyes and seeing her he tried to pull away. She clung to him and begged him not to stop kissing her but he moved away. Holding her hands in his larger ones, he spoke softly "This is neither the time, nor the place Hermione."
He started walking away and she attempted to follow him but he told her not to. "I have to leave, Hermione. I can't stay any longer."
"Please, don't leave like that! Don't leave me...", she cried.
He stopped for a moment and turned around, "This isn't the end Hermione... Just promise me you won't give up on me, ever."
She ran to him, "I promise! Just don't-
go...", she said but he was gone before she finished her sentence.
A voice from behind startled her, "Hay gorgeous!".
She turned around and saw someone she hadn't seen in 25 years, "F-Fred? Is that you? It can't be you!"
Ignoring her questions, he continued speaking, "Did you mean what you said before?"
"What?", she asked confused.
"That wish you made... Do you remember?"
Unsure, she replied "Uhh... Yeah... What's going on?"
"Well sweetheart, it's your lucky day."
"What do you mean? Just please answer me!", she yelled.
"Hay, no need to raise our voices. Never know who could be listening... Look, I'm doing you a favor here. Six hours ago you made a wish-"
"SIX HOURS AGO?", Hermione shouted.
"Shh! Don't shout girl! Like I said, you made a wish. Did you mean it?"
"Absolutely.", she replied with no hesitation.
"What if I told you that I can make your wish come true but you had to give me something?"
"Nothing's free. What do you want? I doubt it's money.", she said.
"You're right, it's not money. The price is much more."
"I can give up my marriage, my family, my friends, my job, everything I own. Nothing matters."
"How 'bout your soul?", he asked curiously.
Hermione didn't know how to respond. Living without a soul would be...not living. "No. I can't give up my soul."
"No! What-What's life without love, without a heart? No, no way!"
He looked disappointed, "I suppose your mind is out of the-". He suddenly froze and looked up. After a few moments he spoke, "Hold on a second", and went behind a tree. A few minutes later he returned with a smile on his face. "It seems that there's been a change in our plans. No need to worry, it's a pleasant one. The reason we came to you is because you wished for something you desperately wanted to come true. In wizards and witches, their magic fuels their desire and we -or others like us- appear. Normally, we make the wishes come true in exchange for the person's heart, mind or soul. However, it seems that we have an offering.", he explained.
"An offering? Someone offered their soul?", she asked perplexed.
"Her life. Which is mind, heart and body. More than enough! So, we can either kill two birds with one stone by making both your wishes come true or I leave both of you to your misery. Your call."
"I-I'm drunk. Should you be asking me now?"
"There's no should 'Mione. Only can and will. So what will it be? The clock's ticking, you have to make a choice.", he said coming closer and closer.
She tried to think but it was as if her mind was blocked, "I-I...Uhh... My head feels like it's going to explode!".
He took a step back, "Alright, no pressure. Although you really have to hurry. You may want to wait but Miss Anna South is standing on the edge of a roof as we speak. The faster you think the faster her suffering ends.".
"Okay, okay! I'll do it.", she said nervously.
"You won't regret this", he smiled at her. "Just repeat your wish and leave the rest to me, alright?"
Taking a deep breath, she spoke "I wish... I wish that I could be in some other time and place, with someone else's soul-"
"No!", he interrupted her. "You're keeping your soul, remember? Change the "soul" part."
"I wish that I could be in some other time and place, with someone else's family and someone else's face.", she said as clearly as possible and then everything went black. Before she passed out though, she heard Fred telling her something that sounded like "Wise choice of words".