A/N- Ok so here is the forth chapter. I'm thinking there are only going to be two more after this but who really knows. And finally this chapter explores what everyone wants SOME ACTION! lol. Sorry if it's a little unbelievable, but remember I'm a fifteen year old girl with little to no expirience. So I hope you like it, and if anyone is wondering I won't be updating until sometime next week because I'm headed to Las Vegas. So I hope you like it and, REVIEW.

Chapter Four

In the week following Hermione and my little dance my mind was securely focused on one thing, music. The way the music made her move and made her sway. The way the music took control of me and made me dance with her, and the way the music controlled me when I was dancing with her. The music stayed in my head all week and I didn't know if I wanted to keep it there or not.

When Friday rolled around I was fully ready to go to the club and dance with her one more time; to feel her in my arms again and tell her that I wanted her to be in those arms for the rest of our lives. But then fate intervened and reminded me that I wasn't aloud for my life to get that good. My mother died. It wasn't a slow and tragic death, but it also wasn't a gun to the head kind of death. She died peacefully in her sleep.

As horrible as it sounds I wasn't in a major trauma over it. My Mother and I had never been really close, and she would have liked to gone out unexpectedly. That was always the way my mother was, flashy. She liked to come in with a bang and go out with an even bigger one. Her death was the same way, shocking.

I didn't get to the club last night. It's not as if I was lying in my house heartbroken, but it was in some way, morally, wrong. I couldn't see myself out enjoying myself when my mother, someone who I was supposed to be close to, was lying in a grave. I knew even if society wouldn't look down on me God sure would.

My only hope was that she wouldn't go either. That she wouldn't go and think that I abandoned her, that I didn't care; because that fact was the farthest from the truth. I cared too much. I couldn't think or wonder about her without wanting to track her down and put her on the pedestal she deserves. I don't know what had gotten into me. The Draco Malfoy that every thought they knew wouldn't have cared about someone like her, someone with so called 'dirty' blood.

But I fell from her the moment I saw her dancing there. Love is a decision you make and I made it right there on the spot. But the most tragic part of my love story is that she might've never gotten the chance to hear that. I may never get the chance to hold her in my arms and whisper 'I love you'. I may have never gotten the chance to have a clichéd ending, a kiss in the rain, or even a look with a smile that lights up the room. She might've never gotten a chance to here the song that plays in my head every time I think about her. And she might've never known that I didn't get a job at the ministry because of the insane amount of money they offered me, but because of her, because even if I couldn't be with her I wouldn't have known she was just working two floors below me.

So I waited my next week in agony, but not for the reason that most thought. I waited in agony of the thought that she might turn me down and never hear all the things that I wanted us to become. I went to my first week of work and met my colleagues. They were enjoyable enough, but the thing that got me through those 6 days was the slight glimpses of her that I would see of her. Those beautiful moments got me through the days and that was enough.

On Friday I knew it was time; time to see her again, time to touch her again. It took me a while to get dressed and work up the nerve to get in my car and actually leave. By the time I got to the club my mental reassuring dialogue was starting to get annoying. My heart beat faster and faster as I walked in a approached the bar. My favorite bartender, Mike, was there.

"Your girl is here!" He shouted over the pounding music that was blaring out of the muggle speakers. "She's been here for hours." I gave him a look and he pointed towards the dance floor where I saw her. She was dancing with another guy and I felt the familiar swell of jealousy building up inside of me. But it didn't overload because I could tell that dancing with that man meant nothing. She was dancing as if no one was around her, that poor man was just a boy toy.

She looked so serene out there that I didn't know if I could interrupt, but my body couldn't handle seeing the object of desire dancing without me. So my legs moved fast and my heart even faster. The man saw me approach and held her a little closer as a sign that he wasn't letting her go without a fight. If it was a fight he wanted it was a fight he was going to get. But as I approached even farther the man quickly backed away in recognition of who I am. Hermione looked around startled. I bet at that point she had never had a man walk away from her while she was dancing.

And then she saw me, and a look came upon her face of pure shock and almost repulsion. That little bit of repulsion almost broke my heart right then and there, but then something happened that changed my life. She smiled. She smiled the brightest, most vibrant, and most alluring smile I'd ever see her smile. And my heart soared above everything that I had ever known.

We danced until the sun rose. And then it stopped: the sensation of her touch, the beat of the music, my deepest fantasy, all stopped with one shout.

"Come on you two its closing time!" Mike yelled from his position at the bar. For the first time since dancing I stopped and took a look around us. We were alone on the dance floor; we were alone in the bar. I looked at Hermione for some sign as of what to do. Was our relationship more than a mere fling on a dance floor, or was it what I hoped it was? She looked around for a minute and then looked at me straight in the eyes. I could tell that her mind was racing just as fast, or maybe even faster, than mine. She then got a familiar flicker in her eyes that I knew only Hermione could get.

"My place or yours?" A smirk slid across her face because she knew she was in control, and looking back on that moment she could have told me to do anything and I would have jumped to do it. She had full control over me than and she still does now. I took her around the waist and apperated to my apartment.

It wasn't a very big apartment as most would have thought. I never did like big houses. Space freaked me out. I always had too much space at the manor, but my parents liked space. And a small apartment in muggle London was enough rebellion for me. But that night Granger didn't get time to see my apartment. The moment we were in my apartment she was up against the wall.

She moaned slightly as I buried my face into her soft neck. That was the moan that drove me over the edge. Her moan wasn't a soft subtle moan, but that moan was deep, throaty, passionate moan that was filled with so much lust I thought I would explode. I could feel my blood rush downward and I stopped a moment in embarrassment. She must have realized, or for that matter felt, my embarrassment and flashed me a mischievous smile.

"Bedroom" She whispered into my ear, and we were off. Pieces of clothing were being ripped off spontaneously as we stumbled our way to my bedroom. When we arrived she laughed. "Green, I always thought your bedroom would be green."

"Oh, so you've thought about my bedroom have you?" I asked between planting soft kisses on her neck. She laughed and threw back her neck giving me easier access.

"More times than you would think" And with a last chuckle our bodies moved together and that's the way we spent the rest of that night, making sweet love in my apartment.