A/N: Draco and Hermione's marriages are rocky and they begin to have an affair to find a release. This is not a Dramione as it was originally intended to be. So if this was what you were looking for turn back. Read & Review. Check out my other fics.

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With one last thrust, Draco finds his release in the woman lying under him. They both let out one last sigh today as he rolls off her. Draco stares up at the ceiling panting as the girl's messy brown hair tickles his face. She grabs at her locks, pulling her hair to lie under her head. She leans over the bed and grabs a cigarette and her lighter. In one swift motion, fumes are wafting from the end of the stick as she takes in a long drag. Draco can see the wisps of smoke spiral up to the ceiling as the smell replaces the smell of sex in the room.

After every night with her, he always wonders how it got this far. The two of them were unhappy in their marriages, that was for sure. And they weren't getting much better based on the increased frequency of these type of nights.

They had just been sitting at a bar like old friends, and downing a few too many drinks. Eventually the conversation strayed to their failing marriages. Then after one long look, their lips met in a sloppy kiss. They then stumbled blindly to the nearest inn and woke up the next morning in each others arms.

They should have stopped after that night, just gone back to their lives. But now walls were broken. They found solace and comfort in each other and a way to just forget. So they continued their meetings, in the same inn as on the first night.

The girl exhales into the air and then offers the cancer stick to Draco. Taking it gingerly, he balances it between his lips and breathes in. He still isn't used to the way it coats his tongue but he takes a few more puffs before he feeling the rush from the addicting drug. He only started because of her, this is what she did after every session too.

They never really speak afterwards, just lying down to come off the high, deaf to the silence as they are both focused in their own worlds. This leaves Draco to think about his wife. Pansy used to wonder where he went on these nights but after awhile she just stopped asking. No one wanted to say anything about the affair but they both knew. And they both just pretended nothing was wrong. He wonders what the girl tells her husband, but it wasn't that type of relationship that he could ask.

The bed shifts as the girl rises from the bed. He flinches as the cool air touches his exposed skin. He turns eyes towards the clock on the night table - 3:30. She moves around the room picking up her dress that he had just torn off her an hour ago. She mutters to herself, "Ron will be waking up soon", while slipping her earrings back into her ears.

He watches her silently from the bed, nodding slightly while he finishes the cigarette. Slipping on her shoes, she heads towards the door. While walking through the doorframe, she calls out "Goodnight Draco."

Into the empty room, he whispers, "Goodnight Hermione."