One night only

Satin/Silk: So I decide to unmake One Night Only a one-shot. I fell in love with another song and had to bring Hermione and Draco back to the club. I hope you enjoy it. The song is Not Myself Tonight by Christina Aguilera

As well as I do not own any of the characters presented or implied in this chapter! They all belong to J.K. Rowling. Though there will be some OOCness due to the interpretation that I have to how they would react in this unlikely circumstance.

Summary: "The music's on and I'm dancing I'm normally in the corner just standing I'm feeling unusual I don't care cause this is my night"

Ps. still haven't read HP7 yet so don't spoil it for me.

One night only
Chapter two

At least she would always have that one night, if she ever needs to get away from the screaming of her own mind. After that thought, she was lost in the music again. Although she could feel him against her skin

She was getting married in less than a week. She was going to marry the man of her dreams. He was her soul mate. Despite that, she found herself once again on the dance floor. The music was different this time as a hypnotic beat pounded against her body. There were no couples slowly grinding against each other while the music took over them. The music was faster, more intense and it seemed to demand a lot more out of everyone.

She was there, standing almost still waiting for him to come. It was stupid and it was crazy. She was getting married but she couldn't dance with Ron. Harry and Ron had finally come around and wanted to do normal things. Clubs were normal. Drinking was normal. So was any form of partying. Hermione was excited at first because she would be finally able to share her newfound freedom with her friends. They after all were the people that mattered most to her.

It should of have been fun. She should have felt complete. She didn't and it wasn't. Ron gripped her hips trying to hold on for dear life and it didn't work. He wasn't him. Ron just couldn't move like he could. It was frustrating and embarrassing so she adjusted herself for Ron. Every time she did, she hated herself for it. Her freedom was being compromised by her husband to be. Her husband to be who couldn't do something as simple as keep up with her.

Even when Hermione slowed down and Ron was all over her. It wasn't his skin that she felt. It wasn't his sweet breath that enticed her nor was it his lips that she wanted to kiss. It was horrible. Each time she tried to convince herself that things would get better but they just got worse. To the point where Hermione said she didn't go out dancing anymore which was a lie.

She was ashamed of herself for resorting to lies to the two people that mattered the most to her. She couldn't tell them the truth though. The Golden Trio and the Slytherin Sex God were not enemies but they were not friends either. How would it sound? She could barely rationalize it in her own mind. Despite all that, she still managed to escape each night if only for a few hours and waited for him. It was ridiculous and possibly the stupidest thing that she had ever done. But she had to make the second skin go away. Even if that just meant she had to stare in his eyes for mere moments before she walked away. If only it meant that she proved to herself if no one else that she was not going crazy.

So she stood there waiting for him to show. Then suddenly the pace of the music changed. She couldn't deny her body as she moved without any hesitation to the music. The beat completely consumed her. It was as if she was someone completely different. It was someone that he only saw and he had missed it. He missed more than he would put words to.

He was engaged. Did he love her? Did he even like her? He didn't know but he didn't really care. He could not live out the rest of his days alone. He refused to and she was in a word perfect for him. And yet, he couldn't enjoy the perfect mate that he found. His mind was constantly on that night. On that dance and most important on that kiss. It haunted his dreams to the point where he hadn't slept in weeks. He came up with excuses but he could feel her. He wasn't much of a dancer but he wanted to be. He thought of several times to go back. He just wanted to see.

Something always came up at the last minute and he couldn't. That night, he didn't know. Everything just seemed to align for that one moment. He was stupid. He was insane. But she was a siren calling to him and his body couldn't resist. He wanted to dream for the first time in his life. He wanted to imagine what it could be if he just indulge in what couldn't be. He wasn't expecting a relationship from it. He wasn't going to give up it all just for a bit of her time. He was stupid but not completely bonkers. He still had a bit of the Malfoy sense to him. Siren or not, she was not going to possess his soul.

It felt different that night. Once again he stood out in a painfully obvious way but no one noticed him. He didn't mind because he was focused on one thing. She probably wasn't going to be there but he hardly believed that. Something had happened that night whether they wanted to admit or not. She had become a part of him and he wanted to get rid of her. The thought of her lips drove him crazy. Many sleepless nights spent in the bathroom just trying to get some kind of comfort. It never seemed to work.

He seemed to have waited for hours until he saw. She was just standing there and then suddenly she was dancing. Her hips were swaying and it was beautiful. He didn't even remember moving as he suddenly found himself attached to her. The music was faster and more intense than anything that he had ever heard. At first he thought he was going to struggle to keep up but it was the easiest thing. It was second nature and in no time they were in sync. It felt good.

Hermione had barely noticed that he was there until she had lifted her arms. She felt a hand go down the side of her body. The touches were clumsy or hesitate like Ron's. They were precise and sensual. She bit her lip to keep back the moan that her body was demanding that she produce. It was him.

She didn't want to look in case she was wrong. She only knew one way to test and so she switched it up. When she dipped, he dipped and when she went low. He made sure she didn't miss her target. The room very much faded as she pulled out all the bells and whistles to make sure. It wasn't until the song ended for just a moment for she turned to see. It was him. Her breath was caught.

They were glistening in the strobe lights and their eyes held the gaze. So much was said without a mouth opening. She couldn't stop herself, she threw her arms around him and he gripped her so tight. There was no space between them as another song started. The words beating in and out of their heads. The beat controlled them as they moved with such sensual precision that every couple was jealous. They were GODS amongst mortals and the passion was continuing to grow.

It was dangerous. They couldn't look away as their lips move close. Who were they?

Satin/Silk: So if you have the chance to listen to Not Myself Tonight while reading this chapter. I think you'll understand.