A/N – I appreciate all the love I have been shown but I edited this a bit and hopefully this makes a bit more sense. I combined both chapters and did a read-through of it. I'm in the process of writing chapter two and hopefully it should be posted soon. As always, I do not own anything associated with J.K. Rowling or Warner Brothers.

Songs that inspired this chapter:
ZAYN and Taylor Swift - I Don't Want To Live Forever

Little Mix feat. Jason Derulo – Secret Love Song

They were hidden. She took a deep sigh of relief. The last thing she needed was for someone to find out what they were doing. She looked at him and smiled weakly and said in his ear, "This can't last forever." He looked down at her slowly and he nodded in agreement before burying his face into her auburn hair. "That's true," he whispered.

She sighed again and wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his strong chest. "They can't catch us," she mumbled into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, "That's true too." Silver eyes flashed before they closed and he just held onto her. She tilted her head upwards and whispered, "But I don't want to stop." He looked down at her surprised. "A month ago, you didn't want to have anything to do with this." She smiled shyly and quipped back, "I've changed my mind."

He grinned back at her and descended on her and began to kiss her feverishly. The broom closet they had found was tight and they were pressed together closely. He pinned her to the back of the closet as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She tilted her head and deepened the kiss. A moan slid from his lips and he pressed his already cock into her center and ground slowly against her. If either of their spouses were to find out, they'd be done. At this point he didn't care, he just wanted to feel her against him. The illicitness of this affair was more than enough to keep him coming back.

Her marriage was failing. She thought she had wanted the same things as he did but as time wore on she realized that they weren't on the same page. The jealousy he had felt as a child for her intelligence never had completely gone away. He didn't understand her ambition. She hadn't been looking for anything but he had just appeared, looking just as miserable as she was and it just happened. A torrid affair that Rita Skeeter would eat up. Which brought them to today. She could hear the strains of the band. It wasn't a constant meet up but they had slipped away from the party and ran into each other and ended up in this broom closet. She snapped away from her thoughts as he pinched her nipples. A moan whispered past her lips, knowing she had to keep it down. They couldn't be caught.

Her long skirt hiked at her waist and pooled down past her bottom. He grinned at the moan and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "One day I will make you scream," he nipped at her ear and groaned when she pushed herself into his cock. "Fuck," he whispered into his ear, "this." He pushed her knickers aside, as she undid his trousers. Her back arched as she ground herself against him, trying to get closer. "One day love, we will have more time and I will show you what I can do with your body." Her cheeks went red, "Just fuck me already." Her clear brown eyes bore into his silver ones and he slammed himself into her.

The rhythm was punishing but she loved it. She was sick of the sweetness, the non-changing sex life. It was never the same position with Draco. He pounded himself into her, going faster with every thrust. Any thoughts of her husband disappeared and she enjoyed the man in front of her. Her nails dug into his shoulders. The pace quickening, unable to control her moaning. Her overworked mind finally shutting down as she met his thrusts with her hips.

Her back arched up against the wall he took the opportunity to bite her collarbone. She was getting close. It didn't take her much, he didn't want to think of how boring Weasley was if she came so easily and so quickly. Not that he didn't enjoy it, he just thought it wasn't right. She was so willing. So, keen for knowledge. Her moaned into the collarbone and began to get closer to the end. Her head slammed back into the broom closet. His eyes blurred as he groaned out through his orgasm. He refused to stop, relishing every feeling that it brought on. She came shortly after, digging her fingers even further. She was going to leave marks. He wished to Christ he didn't have to hide them and she didn't have to hide the bite marks he left on her.

She whimpered, weak at the knees. She unwrapped herself from around him and straightened her dress. She was wearing green. She wasn't sure if it was rebellion or if she had gotten sick of the Gryffindor red she had once worn with pride. Another sign she was slipping away from her husband. He had complained about the color, thinking she looked too much like a Slytherin. She rolled her eyes as Draco pulled up his pants.

"I suppose we should get back, they'll be looking for us..." She bit her lower lip. He looked down at her and watched her carefully, "Yes, I suppose we should." He returned to his full height and hit his head against a rail. A wince and he heard her giggle. He grinned lopsidedly at her and something in her heart melted at that very moment. "I'll leave first," he murmured. "Wait for five minutes and go find Weasel. Your lips are swollen," he grinned. She shoved him, "Fine. But do hurry up with it. He'll have every Auror in the building looking for me before too long."

He rolled his eyes, "Yes, I know the drill. Mister protective Weasel." He huffed and turned towards the door. He looked back for one more moment and said quietly, "Hermione, I'm filing for divorce on Monday." He exited the broom closet and left her stunned and unsure of what to say or to do.

Hermione sat in the broom closet for a moment. She pressed a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes. Draco was leaving Astoria? This was never supposed to be anything more than a tryst when they could find the time. A hidden affair that stemmed back from unspoken attraction throughout the years. She chewed on her lower lip nervously and then shook her head, as if to shake the thought out of her head. She knew deep down that she could never leave Ronald. She had fancied the idea in her head, to leave him and to be with Draco. To no longer hide in the shadows. It killed her a little every day but she had made her own bed. She would live with it.

She smoothed her dress back out, patted her hair and stood up straight as an arrow. The strains of the ballroom could be heard and she knew her husband would be looking for her soon. She stepped out and softly shut the door and walked towards the ballroom and the sounds of the orchestra. With a glance to her watch, she realized it was almost time for her and Ron to dance in celebration. This night was for him and she was proud of him. She just silently prayed that he could keep his jealousy under control and hadn't imbibed in too much alcohol. She plastered on a smile and entered the ballroom.

Draco stood in the corner, nursing a scotch. He did not know when and he did not understand how but at some point, he had fallen in love with the woman he despised as a child. The one that would consistently trump him in everything. Even now, she had managed to keep herself unattached from the situation. He knew that this was only supposed to be an occasional thing but he was sick of hiding behind the curtains. He was sick of looking at Astoria in disdain. His silver eyes immediately went to her when she stepped into the ballroom. Had she worn green intentionally? To torment him? He growled and tossed back the rest of his scotch and went to look for another.

Hermione took Ron's hand with a smile, "Are you ready for this? This is your night Ron." She squeezed her hand making the best appearance to be the doting wife, everyone expected her to be. They began spinning around the ballroom in time with the music. "Where were you?" He asked with a slur in his voice. He had been drinking and she resisted the urge to bonk him over the head. "I went to the wash room to fix my dress Ronald." She tried to keep the annoyance out of her voice. "Why'd you do that 'Mione? You look fine." With a roll of her eyes, he dipped her as an "Oooh," came from the crowd. They had both improved on their dancing skills since they had attended Hogwarts.

The song lasted longer than she wanted and she drifted back into her thoughts. She had married too young, she realized that now. She and Ron were two completely different people and not compatible for each other. She needed passion and intelligence. Something that Draco provided her, behind closed doors. She and Ron parted as the dance ended. She curtsied as he tried not to topple over when he bowed. A small smile on her face, though it not intended for him.

Draco still had not found more scotch and saw Weasel and Hermione part. He went up boldly, drawing upon her Gryffindor courage, "A turn on the dance floor?" He asked politely. Ron turned back to him and snarled, "Sod off Ma-," he was cut off by Hermione. With a raised eyebrow, "We're no longer enemies Ronald. It would be good for me to take a turn with D-Malfoy. Keeping up the good image is still important," a weak smile was sent to Ron. "Keep your hands off my wife Malfoy," and with that Ron stalked off to find Harry.

Draco pulled her elegantly into his arms as they begin to dance. "What are you doing?" She hissed, "You know better." He rolled his eyes, "It's exactly as you said. It'll look good for our image. Are you leaving him?" She resisted the urge to stomp on his foot and pouted, "You know very well, I can't. The possibility of me leaving him is not even the realm of possibility. I'm running for Minister next year," she whispered lowly. "This wasn't supposed to last Malfoy. We're done. I can't do it anymore," he felt his heart begin to break. "You can't be serious," he hissed back. "I am absolutely serious. This is becoming too much of a headache and too much of a problem. I'm done."

The song ended and she drew back. "No more hiding," she said softly and walked away from him. She turned and went back towards the doors, wanting to leave. Draco ran a hand through his hair and huffed. This was not going to last. He would make sure of that.

A small ladybug flew off his shoulder and began to follow Hermione out of the ballroom.