Suffocate
Chapter Three

Satin/Silk: Hey guys! I am so glad that I have two reviews thus far. Now onward to part two of Told You So inspired chapters. I am also glad that people like my personal writing style.

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.

Warning: Language!

Summary: "'Cause I can't breathe when you talk to me, I can't breathe when you're touching me. I suffocate when you're away from me so much love you take from me .I'm going out of my mind."

Suffocate
Chapter Three

She was the Queen of logic, rationale and practicality and so she had thought. They had been her best friends but they deserted her so easily. They had done it so often the last few weeks that she was not completely surprised that she had been at a lost all day. She hardly noticed Malfoy's expression as the world around her seemed too fade. She couldn't think of him or how he must have felt. Nor could her mind even begin to ponder how it looked to him. She was dead. Her mind was nothing without logic, rationale and practicality.

And she was sure that her performance showed it. Work had been a disaster or so she would assume. She was on autopilot and she barely knew the day had gone by. Nor had she known where she was until she was standing in the middle of the floor. Was she in her robes for work, was she in muggle clothes or was she naked? The hell if she knew. Her mind snapped all at once as the beat surrounded her.

When had the beat become her only hope? When had the beat become the thing that she could count on? She didn't know and a part of her never wanted to know. She was soaking wet and she didn't care. Nor did anyone else, as the music pulled them into another world and all cares fell to their mundane existence. The beat was familiar as she waited for the heat of the music to beguile her and force her once again into the realm that she knew best.

It was their song. The song that started this whole mess and she didn't know what to do. Her mouth moved to a smile but the sob at the back of her throat stopped it. He wasn't supposed to be getting married. Ronald wasn't supposed to be getting married and not so happy about it the day after they broken up. He wasn't supposed to fuck some damn Slytherin princess and marry her in a week's time.

Hermione's knees felt like they were going to start caving in underneath her but she couldn't. The words were pounding inside of her skull as she remembered how it felt when Malfoy touched. She remembered her nervous voice when she realized he was touching her and moving with her. She remembered their perfection as they moved in such coordination! Not only was he in tuned to her every movement but he made her feel whole that day. Not only had he made her forget about that day when her fiancé refused her normacy of lives but he made her forget the war.

Hell, she could barely remember the last time that she had thought of that damn war. Her vision was gone and so she just closed her eyes. She didn't need them anymore. The music would guide her in this carnal pleasure. The music would protect her from the outside world if only for a moment. Merlin only knew how much she needed that moment. Merlin only knew.

And it had been Malfoy that had plagued her thoughts from that moment on. It had been Malfoy that she had hoped to see that second night and the night after that until he finally emerged. He had been her knight, he had been the reason for her breath during the day and he had been the reason she pushed through the mundane of everything. He had been her reason and now he was her reason of pain. Or maybe he wasn't. She had broken Ron's heart and not him. She had chosen to dance with him instead of Ron. She had made the brave push to something new, exciting and possibly real. So why was she so upset?

It had barely been two full days; could she really have that many doubts? Could the freckle face of a past lover really haunt her so severely? She couldn't answer the question. Logic, rationale and practicality refused to speak to her. Not that she could blame them. She broke her mate's heart for another man but now that man was marrying someone else. The first boy that she had ever really loved was getting married to someone else. She was interested or possibly intrigued by another but Ron still had her heart.

Ron still held that key and he hadn't given it back. But the bastard had the audacity to marry even though he held such a beautiful part of her captive? The tears were hot, painful and full of malice as they rolled her cheek. She thought her skin would melt from the intensity. Merlin, why?

Maybe that was why it hurt so damn much. She didn't love Malfoy. And she sure as hell didn't think that he loved her. He was intrigued at best. He was damn good in bed and he was damn good on the dance floor but was there more? The sensuality that he could cause in her was wonderful but it wasn't enough. She knew that and he knew that. Or if he didn't, he had to be coming to the conclusion very soon.

She quickly pushed reality out of her mind. For once in her life, she didn't want to think. She didn't want to ponder, calculate or try to foresee why things were going as they were. She just wanted to dance until she couldn't move. She wanted the music to cradle her like a second skin and she wanted the heat of her excursion to warm her. Music could be her lover. She laughed bitterly at the thought as the thrust of her hips were in time with the music. Merlin, why?

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She had been in a daze when she left and he had been as well. Of course the daze that Draco was in was one of pure anger. He wanted nothing more than to find Weasley and beat the shit out of him. Of course, Malfoy knew that Weasley had not been the one at fault. He and Granger were the horrible ones. They had both dumped their fiancés for each other and it would be the scandal of the year if anyone found out. Hell, what had they been thinking?

Malfoy couldn't speak for her but the few seconds before the tap had come, he had thought that maybe it was possible. It could have been possible to start a relationship on passion and the fire of such bliss could manifest into more. It was hard to believe but it was true! Malfoy was thinking that he could have fallen for Granger. He would have been like a leaf in the Fall air but then the letter came. The way that Granger had looked when she read the letter killed it all.

He had been so angry that he grunted at everyone. Not snapped! Not sneered! He motherfucking grunted like a damn beast of the jungle. What was he? He was a Malfoy! Sophisticated, the best of the best and he had been grunted like a motherfucking beast! Did she have any idea? Of course not, she was too busy crying over the lost of Weasley. The more he thought about her being upset, the more he wanted to beat the shit of the freckled bastard.

It wasn't until much later in the evening when he had calmed to a certain level. He allowed his mind to let go of its poison of choice. He thought about it sincerely. He wouldn't really care if he found out that Tori had gotten engage all of a sudden. It would just confirm the rumors and thoughts that she could have been cheating. Not that he would blame her. It was the way of the lifestyle of the higher class. He had said when they were engaged that he would try to care for her and only her but he had broken that vow.

So if she had sought the company of someone else, he wouldn't have the right to be angry nor would he care. He hadn't loved her nor had he really tried to form a real romantic attachment to Tori but Granger had. She and Weasley had been in love as long as he could remember. Even if the two idiots had never had the balls to say it until it was almost too late. He remembered how happy their faces had looked in the paper when their engagement had been announced.

So love was a different matter all together. So perhaps, he had been wrong to be so quick to anger. He didn't understand how she felt or how she could feel at this startling discovery so maybe she had every right to react the way that she did. Malfoy took a deep sigh when he came to that realization. He had to give her the chance to explain herself.

It wasn't hard for someone in his class with his high standing to find out where she worked. Of course by the time that he arrived to her office, she had gone for the day. He left for her flat immediately not caring for the rumors that could start. Hell, most of them would probably be true. She hadn't been there either and so Malfoy went to the one place that he knew she would be.

He had almost laughed when he realized what song had been playing. It was the song from their second encounter and he looked for her. Just as he thought, there were guys trying desperately to get close enough to savor her touch. Of course, the heat that her hip produced was too much for their dicks to handle. No one could handle her but him and it gave him a sense of pride. He went to claim what was his.

He paused as he drew near and saw that she was hysterical. She had been crying for what seemed like hours and he didn't know if she would ever stop. Maybe that was forced the other guys away. He shook his head; it didn't matter why they couldn't get close to her. It didn't matter why they hadn't tried to console her. It wasn't their job to take care of her. It was his. Oh Merlin, God help them, Malfoy thought to himself.

She was too far gone for words and he doubted that she would welcome any in her state. So he did the only thing that would reach her. He moved with her and at first she resisted. And then suddenly she realized the familiarity of his touch, his scent and they become one as they moved. The sob stopped as he moved his hands to her hips and he could sense a certain bit of peace pulse through her. It surprised him and somehow it didn't.

When she stopped shaking as much, he moved her chin to his. He captured her lips in the best kiss that he had ever given her. It lit something in them both and he knew that he wouldn't give her up without a fight. He didn't care what that meant and maybe that wasn't important. She was his.

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Numb was probably the best way to describe her condition when she woke up the next morning. Her body felt heavy and she could hardly move her limbs. It only took her a second to realize that she was completely naked. Panic arose in her until that scent hit her. It was Malfoy, it was just Malfoy and her whole body relaxed. His arms were tightly wrapped around her as he spooned her.

The sun poured into their room and she felt so safe in his arms. She glanced at her clock and cursed when she noticed the time. Before Hermione could get out of her bed and reach for her wand. Malfoy's hand was drawing it back into the bed. His weight shifted and she felt free from his embrace.

She turned to look at him with anger and surprise. She had work and she couldn't just stay in bed with him all day. She wanted to. Merlin knew that she did but she couldn't abandon her responsibilities for him. It just wasn't who she was. But the look on his face made her hate him instantly. She didn't know what he had done but she knew that she wouldn't like it. His face twisted up in amusement and she wanted nothing more than to slap that smirk off his face.

"Where do you think you're going Granger?"

"Work," She said in a flat tone and he pushed her hair out of her face.

"Wrong," He said it so simply.

"Wrong?" She was annoyed and she could barely hide it.

"I sent an owl saying you were sick,"

"You did WHAT?" She almost shrieked.

"You were having a breakdown in the middle of the dance floor yesterday or did you forget, Granger,"

She paused. Why did her last name sound so sexy on his tongue? She mentally shook her head, she had to focus. She wanted to argue, tell him that he had no right. She wanted to say so many things to him when the door to her bedroom flew open.

"Hermione, have you seen the …." The words stopped.

Malfoy turned his head and saw none other than Golden Boy Harry Bloody Potter. Well it seemed like the cat was out of the bag.

"And to think that you would have went to work and missed all of this," Hermione groaned.

Satin/Silk: I would have gone further but I am starting to get tired. So I hope this is what you wanted. They will have that talk eventually if other things don't keep happening.