Title: Indiscretion

Author: Knife Hand

Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated

Spoilers: All books/movies.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Summary: One night. Two people. Their own little word. (Short one shot)


Still breathing heavily, they rolled apart, their sweat soaked bodies cooling rapidly in the chill air of the room. For a moment they both just lay there, letting their overheated, naked bodies cool and their heart rates fall, before pulling the sheets over themselves and she curled up with her head on his shoulder, her leg thrown over his upper thighs.

"We really need to stop doing this." Hermione said, snuggling up against his chest.

"Do you really want to stop?" Harry asked.

This was as much part of the routine as the fancy muggle hotel room, the dinner and the sex. Every time she says they need to stop but every three months they still meet up for their one night together.

In the morning they would both put their wedding rings back on and go back to the real world. He would go back to being the most respected Auror rapid response team leader. Back to Ginny who, like her mother, was more interested in running the house than she was in him.

She would go back to the recently founded, by her, Magical Research Institute as head researcher. Back to Ron still treated her more like a best friend than her husband, only touching her romantically once a week out of some sense of husbandly obligation.

In the morning she would shower first and then leave while he was in the shower. They would not talk to each other, no tenderness, no acknowledgement. Tomorrow it would be back to their mostly happy lives. The night it is just them.

Harry wakes to the feel of Hermione rising to go for her shower. Their night is over. They probably will not see each other for another three months. Apart from these nights they only saw each other at the Weasley Family events.

The End.