A/N: I got this idea when I was with my girlfriend and she also did the beta reading. Thanks dear! *kiss*

Warning warning… This is SLASH and there are some bad bad language too. No action tho.. yet anyway! I don't know. We'll see what they decide to do!

Disclaimer: Everything that you recognize from the Harry Potter books belong to J.K. Rowling. I wrote the poem at the beginning and Marilyn is my creation!

Dark Angel

Call Me

~*~

her touch like angel wings
on my bare skin
with feathery movements
tickling, caressing… seducing
funny that a fallen angel
can send me so high above
funny i don't miss her more
now that i'm alone

~*~

"You want a smoke?"

Hermione looked up from her book and found a girl, a very… interestingly looking girl sitting next to her. She had seen those Gothic types before but this muddled creation of a tutu, striped socks, a pair of wings and enough make-up to last Hermione for an entire lifetime had something special about her. Maybe she really is an angel, an angel in a really comical disguise. Though it works; nobody would really take her for an angel. Hermione could probably go outside wearing her wizarding clothes and just earn a few stares from old ladies or maybe even from some kid who are jealous of her extraordinary outfit.

"No thank you, I don't smoke."

For some reason the girl gave Hermione a bright smile and leaned a bit closer. "I guessed that, you don't look like a person who smokes. Good that I was right, I don't smoke either; so I wouldn't have any cigarettes to give."

"Why did you ask then?"

"Good ice breaker don't you think, I could've asked what you were reading but it often seems that people get annoyed by that. If you are disturbing a person while they are reading you shouldn't remind them of that fact."

Hermione couldn't help smiling. There was something so natural about the girl, she spoke so freely; almost like a child. Still she had an aura of ripeness surrounding her presence. "But you are reminding me now."

"Well, at this point you should be so charmed of my exceptional personality that you forget to be annoyed."

Another bright smile.

Oh, speaking freely indeed. Hermione lift one eyebrow and stayed quiet. The gesture seemed to be enough for an answer because the girl continued the conversation.

"Why not? Don't you think I can see that you are gay?"

"So what if I am? If you are gay yourself you should know that we don't go around and…"

"And what? Fuck everyone."

"Well, if you now have to use such vulgar language."

"Vulgar? Have you ever fucked? There's nothing vulgar about it, just…" The girl moved even closer and whispered the last words while looking Hermione straight in the eyes. "…pure… raw… desire..."

Before Hermione had time to react the girl stood up and placed a piece of paper above her book. "My phone number, you can call if you want to. Ask for Marilyn." Then she turned around and started to walk away. Hermione sat there watching the wings bounce a bit with every step before the girl, Marilyn, was out of sight.

**TBC**