Rainy Night

"Is that some sought of compliment?" She inquired with confusion marred on her face.

"You can say so." He grinned widely, revealing his sharp canines in the process.

Parting their gaze, she questioned. "Aside from that, how do they look in their true form."

Servyn exhaled, turning towards the fire, he answered."The Witches skins are in contrast to those of the humans. They are more whitish in complexion, though it is only a slight difference." He paused.

"The is no distinctive way you can tell a witch from a human, that is why they are had to catch, and they blend in naturally with the humans than the demons do." Servyn explained.

"And as for the demons." He added with a small grimace. "When the are in their true form, they posses horns, and their canines elongates into fangs."

"Their eyes sometimes change into a deeper shade of the colour of red." He seconded.

"Have you perhaps seen one?" She questioned.

"Alot." He simply said.

Hermione wanted asking yet another question, but she held it back so he would not think of her as a disturber, because she can really be one when her curiosities gets to her. She had bothered him enough for one day already, he should get a break.

"There are many of them imprisoned and tortured in the castle. They are hunted by the hunters on the king's orders. So I get to see them almost everyday." Servyn divulged the information, surprising her.

Hermione nodded slowly. She did not ask the details because she already was aware of that. The reason they are being imprisoned is to be killed.

Finally, she yawned feeling sleepy. Looking out the window to check but was disappointed, the rain had not ceased yet. She sighed out, glancing around to find a place of comfort that she can lay.

Servyn noticed her drowsy state. He picked up his clothes and wrapped them in form of a pillow. Placing it on the floor near her, he motioned for her to make use of it.

Hermione silently looked over at him but he was looking at the fire Infront of them. "Thank you." She mouthed in appreciation before laying down and placing her head on it, she shut her eyes.

Half asleep he heard her whisper. "Good night."

He did not say anything and just watched her as she drifted deeper into her slumber, with an undecipherable glint in his eyes.

. . .

The next morning, the yellow brightness of the sun replaced that of the moonlight as it shone brightly on Hermione's face.

Her eyes faltered open to see a huge palm blocking the sun rays from hitting her.

"Good morning." He enthusiastically greeted, bringing his hand back to himself.

"Good morning." She reciprocated, still looking drowsy from the sleep.

"You look more majestic when you sleep." Servyn hollered.

"Since it is coming from a royal, I must trust your words." Hermione said which made him laugh at her reply.

It was her first time seeing him laugh and not give those smirking chuckles he usually does. She inwardly pondered on what the reason for his good mood could be today.

Her eyes rummaged over his morning look, his shiny black hair was tossled roughly. It added more shade to his beauty, making him look dangerously handsome. Not to exclude his deep yet husky voice that sounded like a sinful temptation in her eardrums.

Being with this man was not safe at all, not only for her mind but for her body as well. He had a certain effect on her which she can not deny. First he took her mind, now it was her body.

Hermione could not deny the reaction her body has towards him, strange feelings that she had never felt before. Even the way her toes curl whenever she had thoughts about him. Just like now.

Hermione released the tension on her toes, gathering her mind in place, not letting this feelings to get ahead of her. What is supposed to be next? Her heart? Never! She would never let that happen.

She had never crumbled those walls to any man, and she would not let this one crumble it either.

Servyn stood up, offering his hand to Hermione.

She looked at his wide open palm first before reluctantly placing her hand in his. She felt herself being pulled and she assisted by standing up straight.

Servyn then squatted to pick up his clothes.

Hermione wondered if he got any sleep last night, he looked like he did, but something told her he did not.

He stood putting his clothes on, using his hands he straightened the rumples that were caused on it.

"I am sorry about that." Hermione apologized awkwardly.

A smug smile played on his lips. "You do not have to worry about this." He replied.

"Thank you, again." She breathed.

Servyn simply nodded at her words of gratitude. He began walking out of the cabin and Hermione did not hesitate to follow behind him.

The ground was still wet from the previous night's rain, but yet the sun still shone brightly, making one doubt the weather. She threaded carefully, avoiding the mud on the way.

This time, Servyn accompanied her all the way to her neighborhood again. Hermione suddenly felt that she forgot something. Oh! It was her neighbors. It had been a short while but it felt like a very long time without them, she was happy that she atleast rested from their prying eyes. She was back now, their eyes could finally feed. Sigh.

They watched her as she proceeded with Servyn to her doorstep.

"Will you like to come in for a cup of tea?" Hermione asked out of curtsey, she did not really mean it, because she knew he would refuse.

Servyn chose to not disappoint her as he refused. "It is alright, I shall take my leave now."

Hermione was somehow relieved and thought this to be the last time they will ever see each other again, but her hopes were completely dashed when she heard his deep voice echoe.

"I will send someone to come pick you up this evening, we shall have dinner together at the royal castle." Hermione almost fainted from his statement.