He had kissed her in his sleep, mistaking her soft flesh and firm breast for those he had touched many decades ago. He had often thought about those nights during his darkest times, when the need for a woman became overwhelming. He believed that his dreams had come true and that Hermione had returned to him. He had loved those shy and inexperienced kisses, the way in his sleep he had heard her moan. He knew how hot and ready she was for him and nothing was going to stop him from taking her. There was only one doubt he couldn't get out of his mind: was it really happening? And if it was true, who the hell was under him? It couldn't be Hermione, she was gone...