Authors Note: I was cleaning my room and found an old notebook with this little story in it and decided to upload it. I hope you guys like it and tell me your thoughts on this, I'd greatly appreciate it. Anyway, this I a one-shot, but depending on the reactions I'm getting, I might consider doing a sequel (already have an idea ; ) ). Have fun reading!

She stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her and examined herself in the mirror. 'Is that really me?' she thought as she touched her hair that was now the deepest black she had ever seen. She ran her fingers over her face, touching, feeling, trying to believe that it was really herself she was seeing. Her nose was now a bit smaller, cheekbones higher and chin slimmer. The only thing that was still the same in her face were here hazel eyes, although she usually wears coloured contacts during the day. She blow-dried her hair into the curls that were almost natural and once she was completely dried off, she dropped the towel and her gaze immediately fell upon the scar beneath her left breast. The scar was relatively thin and about four inches long. She quickly pushed away the memory of the day she got this permanent mark. As she turned she saw the tattoo on her right shoulder, the black thorned rose which bled. She was proud of it, for it reminded her of the pain, a pain that she does not want to forget. She can't allow herself to forget all the pain and the death she had felt and seen. She looked into her eyes in the mirror again and she saw hatred, hatred towards both sides, the light and the dark, they were all the same, they all killed and tortured innocent people. She was now on neither side as she has run away from the war over five years ago when she was eighteen. Now, at almost twenty-four, she had her own life with a job and a home. Her life was fairly normal, she had a job as a secretary in a local law firm, she knew she was overqualified for the job but what the heck, she had no energy for a job that fit her qualifications. She shook her head one last time to get rid of the bad memories that constantly came flooding back and got dressed. Before she left her bathroom she took one last look into the mirror and thought 'Off to another night, Hermione'.

After Hermione ran away she changed her appearance. She fled to a small village in northern England and stayed there for a year and a half with a nice old lady she knew as Anne. Then she decided to move back to London and live in the muggle world- she didn't even talk to her parents except for birthday wishes and Christmas cards, occasionally Hermione received a postcard from them when they were on holidays, but that was it.

Hermione lived in a small apartment with one bathroom, one bedroom and a kitchen-living room combo. The furniture was made of light wood and looked very modern, she liked clear structures and lines. Her living-room had one blood-red wall, while the others were held in a light cream tone. The walls in the bedroom were of a light grey, except the wall behind the bed, that wall was dark green which matched well with the silver bed. It was a perfectly muggle household, she swore off magic (almost) completely, but kept her wand in a drawer of her dresser beneath her socks. Being who she was, she had a corner of her living room covered with bookcases all the way up to the ceiling, filled to the brim with books.

Hermione barely had any friends, she got along quite well with her colleagues at work and every once in a while she went out drinking and/or clubbing and went home with somebody else. One thing she never did was take somebody back to her apartment and into her own private world.

Tonight was one of those nights, she dressed in low-rise, fitted jeans, a blood-red corsage type of top and black high heels. Hermione waltzed out of her apartment with a smug look on her face and her head held high. The club she went to was called 'The Hot Spot', the bouncer nodded to her as a greeting, letting her pass without a thinking twice. She gave him a sexy smile and walked into the club. The room was very dark but she could make out quite a few people dancing but her attention was always on the bar at first. "Double tequila, please." She told the barkeeper. He sat the glass along with a slice of lemon and a salt shaker in front of her. Hermione wet the back of her hand with the lemon and shook some salt over the spot. She then licked the white crystals off, downed the clear liquid and finally bit into the juicy lemon as a reward. She savoured the taste, tequila was her favourite drink. She finally slid off the barstool and went towards the dance floor, once there, she let the music take control of her movements. She moved to the beat, alone at first but soon enough a tall man came up to her and they started dancing together. They moved their hips to the beat, grinding them together from time to time, he put one hand down to her waist and pulled her even closer. They danced like this for quite some time until they had to take a break because they were out of breath. She motioned for him to accompany her to the bar for another round of tequila, or two, or maybe even three. She could not make out his face in the dark but saw that he was a head taller than she and he had broad shoulders. After a couple more tequilas she started to feel a little drunk, which was exactly what she was going for tonight. "What's your name?" he breathed into Hermione's ear. "Call me Mia" she answered "How 'bout you?" she asked in return. "Call me Dray." He answered and pulled her onto the dance floor again, they continued to dance and drink for several hours until they both felt quite aroused. Hermione thought that if he did not start anything soon she would go mad, and as if he could read her mind Dray pulled her closer to him and connected their lips, sharing a kiss that was at first hesitant but grew more passionate by the second. They managed to move off the dance-floor and towards a wall where he pinned her against, all the while kissing. Their hands roamed each others bodies and Dray placed hot, wet kisses down Hermione's neck, leaving red marks every once in a while. They pulled apart breathlessly and Hermione could make out his face, then it hit her. She knew this guy, it was Draco Malfoy! Her mouth dropped open slightly and she was shocked. He must have sensed something because he asked her if something was wrong. She paused 'What's wrong? God, he's Malfoy!' she thought 'I can't go back now! What'll I do? I'm horny as hell, he obviously doesn't recognise me and he's totally hot! What the heck!' "Nothing's wrong." She answered and crushed her mouth to his again, wrapping one leg around his to pull him closer. He groaned slightly as he felt her breasts tightly against him and their groins together. He pulled away slightly "Let's go somewhere else." He got out and she nodded. "Your place? Mine's so far away." He said. Normally she wouldn't have agreed but she wanted him NOW. She took him by the hand and together they ran towards her apartment, every so often stopping and kissing. Once they reached the apartment she barely had time to close the door before Draco started to rid them of their clothes. They were only in their undergarments before they even reached the bedroom. He pushed her on the bed and crawled towards her, eyes glazed with lust. Then Hermione's gaze fell upon his now bare arm – the Dark Mark! So it was true! Somehow this turned her on even more, she flipped them over and straddled him coming down to lock their lips again. Quickly they removed their last bits of clothing and she lowered herself on him and they got used to the feeling of each other before they found their rhythm. Hermione couldn't suppress low moans, hearing them made Draco go wild. Hermione would not have expected that it would be so easy to have sex with her former mortal enemy. It fact, she really enjoyed it, REALLY enjoyed it. She loved the feeling of being in control of him, being able to change the speed and intensity at any time. Or she could stop it all together, which was not what she intended to do. Draco's hands massaged her breasts while she ran hers up and down his firm chest. She couldn't explain herself why she loved this so much, this was the best sex she had ever had, even though she's drunk out of her mind. She slowed down as she could tell that he would be coming soon to tease him. He felt this and growled at her, pulling her closer and turning them around, being in control now. He gave her a crushing kiss that almost sent her flying over the edge and together they came, screaming out the other's name. He collapsed onto her with his hands on either side of her and rested his forehead against hers. They shared a slow, sensual kiss before he rolled off of her and they drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Draco awoke to find himself in a strange bed with a naked and very sexy woman next to him, he smiled at himself. 'That was one great night.' He thought as he replayed the actions of the night in his mind. He looked around the room, thought about what kind of person lived here. 'Hhmm, grey walls, almost silver and a green one? If I didn't know better I'd say she was a Slytherin.' He thought and looked down at her sleeping face, almost angelic. 'No, definitely not a Slytherin. That's weird, I slept with a muggle and I don't regret it at all, something about her made me forget my vow never to sleep with anyone else but a pureblood.' Draco sighed and put one hand behind his head and closed his eyes again. 'But I'm still a Death Eater, that hasn't changed.' With that he drifted off to sleep again.

Hermione awoke from pleasant dreams, dreams in which she had had the most magnificent sex of her life with no other than Draco Malfoy, she turned to lay on her side and saw that he was really sleeping beside her. She smiled slowly 'Oh my god, I can't believe this night really happened.' She thought and looked at his right arm, which was lying next to her. She looked at the Dark Mark that had sort of fascinated her the night before, she couldn't explain why it had turned her on even further. She guessed that it had to do with the fact that she – like any other girl – had a faible for bad guys. It wasn't like she approved of the things the Death Eaters have done, she had never been a friend of their side, there was just something to it. She couldn't help herself but to reach out and touch it. Hermione ran her fingers across the skull and the snake. She was so busy examining it that she didn't notice that Draco had woken up and was looking at her, curiously. She looked up as she felt his gaze on her and blushed slightly. "Oh!" she exclaimed "I- I'm sorry." She stammered, blushing further. Draco laughed slightly "No need to excuse yourself." He said and smiled. 'I've never seen him smile before.' Hermione thought. She looked down at the Dark Mark again "Are you a Death – " she stopped herself, he thought that she was a muggle, she couldn't know about Death Eaters! But he wasn't stupid and knew what she had started to ask. His eyes widened slightly "You're a witch?" he asked stunned. "Yeah, Malfoy, I am." She admitted. He straightened up "Wait, I didn't tell you my last name." Hermione blushed again. "Um, you didn't?" she asked meekly and he shot her a look. "All right, I – we've met before, but that was a really long time ago." She said and looked down again. Draco placed a finger to her chin and lifted it a bit staring at her face and seemed to try to remember where they have met. "I don't remember ever seeing you before, Mia" he said suspiciously. "You wouldn't, I left the wizarding world over five years ago and I've changed, a lot." Draco opened his mouth to speak but before he got out any words she was talking again. "I'm not going to tell you why I left or how I know you." He nodded slowly and accepted it because he heard the finality in her words. He moved closer to her "But then you owe me another round." He said smirking, she smiled up at him as he moved even closer and captured her mouth in a kiss, fevering and urgent with need and want. This time it was even better because they weren't under the influence of alcohol anymore, they took their time to make sure the other was having a really good time. Somehow they didn't want to get this over with so fast, even though it was just a 'one – night – stand'. Hermione allowed herself to scream out the name 'Draco' when she reached her climax this time, this pleased him, hearing her scream his real name made him feel so great, it sounded so good coming from her luscious mouth.

Hermione got up and reached for her panties and Draco's dress shirt, she put it on and closed only a few buttons and walked into the kitchen to make some breakfast. He pulled on his boxer briefs and his jeans and followed her. Normally, he would have just gotten dressed and left after a 'one – night – stand', but this was different, this woman was intriguing so he stayed for breakfast.

She smiled as she heard him enter the kitchen behind her and turned around to hand him a muffin. "It's not much, but I haven't been shopping in a while. The coffee's coming right up." She told him and they sat down at her small table. "Why won't you tell me?" he asked her and she could tell that he didn't like it at all that she didn't tell him who she really was. "It's better this way, trust me." She told him. Soon they finished breakfast and Draco stood up "I have to go now, I have an appointment in an hour." He stated and walked towards Hermione. "I'll be needing my shirt back, you know." He started to unbutton it but Hermione put her hand on top of his and smirked slightly. "No, no, no." She laughed "You know where this would lead." "You think I'm walking through the streets like this?" he asked, one eyebrow raised. She just said one word "Apparate." And stood up as well to meet his gaze. "Care to do this again sometime?" Draco asked Hermione and she cocked her head at him. "Well, I don't know about you but I'm going dancing tonight, again." She answered with a smirk on her face that was worthy of the name 'Malfoy smirk'. He nodded slowly and a smirk spread across his face, too. Then, with a 'pop', he disapparated.

Hermione smiled and shook her head when Draco was gone. 'This is so weird.' She thought 'I really enjoyed this night and wouldn't say no if this would ever happen again.' Hermione walked over to her bathroom to take a shower. Once there she undressed and turned the water on, she waited for the water to heat up and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run down her body. She closed her eyes and sighed, once again she wondered why she had enjoyed the last night so much, better yet, why she wanted it to happen again. Didn't she know that they hate each other? And once Draco knows who she really is, they can't repeat this anymore, for then he won't want anything more to do with her. That's why she must keep him from knowing who she really is, under all circumstances.

After showering she thoroughly dried herself and put on comfortable jeans and a green T-Shirt. Hermione decided to go shopping, she had nothing else to do on Saturdays. She grabbed her purse and left her apartment to go to the next tube station. The train ride was short, only ten minutes, but she didn't want to walk today.

Once she reached her destination she wandered around pretty aimlessly, here and there she stopped to look at displays and she sometimes went into a store to buy random things. She bought a shirt a scarf and a sweater. All of a sudden Hermione came to a halt – she was standing right in front of 'The Leaky Cauldron'! 'Oh my god' she thought 'I haven't been here in over five years!' Hermione bit her lip 'It wouldn't hurt to just take a look, would it? I- I mean I have no clue what's been going on in the wizarding world.' Taking a deep breath she walked inside. The innkeeper greeted her as he did with any other customer as she passed him to get to the stone wall that was the only barrier between muggle London and Diagon Alley. Then she remembered that she didn't have her wand to open the gate, defeated she stared at the brick wall and it opened. A young wizard stepped through, whom she did not recognize and she hurried through before the bricks moved back into place.

Another Authors Note: This is not really a cliff-hanger, is it? Again, I'm definitely considering a sequel. But I can't promise you that I will put it up very soon, frankly because I didn't start writing it yet and I'm kind of a slow writer. Please review!!!!