One night only

Satin/Silk: Chapter three anyone?

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.

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

Who was she? The question pounded harder in her head than the techno beat. She didn't have the answer. It was almost a relief as they danced. Their bodies had moved in such perfect time that it should have been a crime. The way his body felt against her, the way his body made her wants to moan so deeply and yet so softly in his ear made feel so. Damn, she couldn't even put words to describe how she felt. He was something. God, he was something.

Something was the only thing that she could use to describe why. Why she was where she all of a sudden. She hadn't been drunk but she might have been. The way his lips felt on her skins was enough to make her intoxicated for weeks. She could barely remember what happened when the song had ended. She could barely remember what happened when their lips had finally parted. He was her drug.

The light made its way through the small, barely decorated room. There was loneliness to the room that embodied how Hermione felt after the war. She could never bring herself to put color to the walls or hang a picture. Every picture that she own only brought tears to her eyes. She had enough of tears and it didn't matter. She was getting married, wasn't she? Of course, and dancing with Malfoy would just be a dream. A dirty little dream that she would suppress as the years went by.

Her eyes opened softly as her senses slowly came to her. When they did, she wished that they hadn't. There was skin on her skin. It was not the haunting sense of Malfoy left on her skin but actually skin. Skin that warmed her and made her feel safe. It was the sort of skin that she did not want to identify who it belong to. She closed her eyes as if closing them would make it all go away. Such a childish thing to do and she should have been past that point but she wasn't.

An arm snaked around her bare waist in a familiar fashion. Even his touch was intoxicating. She had gone home with him? Who was she?

He had slept. He had slept for the first time in a very long time. It felt good. Even before she haunted him, he didn't know the last time that he had slept. The images of his darken deeds and deaths of comrades were too much for him to bear. He barely made it through the day with all those haunting nights and sleep gave him no pleasure. No pleasure until that moment. He even smiled. Not scowl but actually grinned as his eyes opened slowly.

All he saw was brown. His eyes focused and he realized that they were a dark brown in the shape of eyes. His mind froze as he felt cold in his belly. It wasn't fear exactly but a feeling of what had he done? A feeling that he hadn't felt in such a long time; it took him by surprise. It was her.

Their eyes stared deeply into the other without words spoken. They weren't in the clubs anymore. They couldn't kiss and walk away after a dance. They had touched, kissed and tasted. Things had changed between them in a dangerous way. Their minds both whirling in ways that they couldn't control and it was painful. Even as they searched for a way to live with what happen, they yearned for more. Hermione's hand shakily reached to touch his cheek. Malfoy's eyes so heavily focus on her lips.

They were bruised and redder than they should have been. He could hardly remember kissing them that much. He had bitten her and she had scratched the hell out of his back. He remembered that. The thought of him inside of her and her moaning his name was almost too much for her. His eyes went back to her and she was reliving it as well. There was even a blush on her cheeks. It was cute.

Cute, he questioned himself. Malfoy men did not use the word cute to describe anything. But it was. Her hand was still suspended in air and he did the only thing that made sense. He kissed her. She kissed him back for a second. His hands tightly grasping her face and he kissed the daylights out of her. It was when she felt dizzy that she found the strength. She slapped him.

In his eyes flickered an emotion that she hadn't seen in years! He looked like he hated her. But the hatred turned into hungry as he licked his lips. She shook her head numbly not able to find the words. She looked down, as tears welled up in her eyes. Who was she? Why did she only want more?

He saw the pain in her eyes and the hurt that made her whole body shake. He felt sorry for her. He did something uncharacteristic of him as he pulled her close. He hugged her tightly as she cried against his shoulder. He didn't like the sound of her tears but he rather her cry on his shoulder than anywhere else. He felt possessive of her but he couldn't have her. He didn't like the feeling but he knew that she would destroy him if he let her.

He hissed quietly to himself as her fingertips rubbed against a cut. She didn't seem to notice as her hysterical sobs turned into soft steady breaths. She fell asleep. He would leave her there in the painful memories that would return when she awake. He felt horrible for it but he couldn't stay there. He couldn't wake up to her brown eyes again in fear that he just might make love to her again and again.

Even as she lay there, he just wanted another taste. The sweet pleasure that only her lips could bestow. It drove him crazy. He swore that he wouldn't let her destroy him but somehow she already had. As soon as he moved to leave, she grabbed hold of him subconsciously.

"Let me go." She whimpered.

It was the most pitiful noise that he had ever heard. He lay beside her. He held her and took in all the warmth. They were small and almost insignificant pleasures that her body gave him by being there. So this was what it was like, he thought to himself as he soon faded back into sleep.

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It was later in the afternoon when Hermione awake again. She felt horrible but better at the same time. He was there. He was the first thing she saw and it made her happy but confused. Why hadn't he left? Their bodies were completely entangled with each other that it was a wonder there was room to breathe. He was enchanting and beautiful. She couldn't believe that she had brought him home with her. What was done was done and there was no point in crying over it.

It took what seemed like hours for Hermione to untangle herself from Malfoy. She put on her favorite fluffy pink robe and moves through her small flat quietly. He seemed like a sound sleeper but she didn't want to be rude.

Her flat wasn't her home but a place for privacy. Something that she was surprised that she wanted after the war; it was so uncharacteristic of her. She thought that afterward she would cry in Ron's arms and she would spend the most of the time with him. She was wrong; she wanted to get away if only for a day. She hadn't been the only one that felt that way.

They were still worried though and if she stayed away to long, Ron would come looking for her. He was faithful that way but was that enough? Before she would never question it but some things had changed. She felt disgusted at herself as she made her tea. She slipped the engagement ring off of her finger. She didn't deserve to wear it. She threw it and covered her face with her hands.

"Watch where you throw things," the voice startled her.

As soon as Hermione left him, Malfoy's body realize the lost of warmth. He saw that she was gone and did the only thing that seemed right. He started to dress and excuse himself from the house. He could have apparated but he wasn't quite ready to come face to face with his fiancée. She was probably worried sick about him and he scoffed at the thought. He didn't really want to think about that or what he would have to face when he continued down the hall. It was such a mundane task and yet he was enjoyed by it. It was just a moment longer that he didn't have to go back and pretend. And yet, he knew down in his heard that he would have to eventually. That was just the way that things had to be.

Malfoy had been so caught up in his thoughts that he hardly noticed the ring that had been launched at his head. He ducked just in time and picked it up to see what it was. Granger seemed shocked and yet took pleasure in his action. They didn't speak any words as he simply handed her the ring. She took it and looked him deep in their eyes.

"Coffee," Hermione barely registered that she spoke.

Malfoy shook his head. He looked her over and saw that she was just in a robe. It was painful to know that he knew exactly what was underneath the robe. He looked away and Hermione slipped the ring on her finger. It was time to be normal. He looked back at her and would have said something if she hadn't spoken first.

"Malfoy, we need to t-" Before she could finish, his finger was to her lips.

"Tonight," He said softly and with that he left.

Hermione stared down at the ring and was unsure if she could do that again. And yet, she couldn't not say goodbye. She looked up as she heard the door close. But they were meant to be and it was time they wake up from this dream.

Satin/Silk: Yay for the second to last chapter. I am trying to find a song to inspire the last chapter, it was to be amazing.