Drabble 09: He was an idiot, and their dance would never end.
Set: AU where Draco and Hermione are just two lovers who never actually date apparently.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Not, not, not, not mine.
Music and alcohol pounded through his veins deliciously.
But he hated it there.
The voice over the speakers was sweet and soft yet bitter and harsh. There was so much pain.
But he never experienced that. He was happy all the time.
He saw her in a blur of soft colors and harsh lights. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
But he had seen better.
The stupidity that alcohol brings was not on his side tonight, for he went right up to the sinfully beautiful dancing girl.
But he had been drunker and more stupid than this before.
In a whirl of flashing lights, hot breath, and light touches, they were both hooked.
But of course he could always stop this if he wanted to.
Her fingers were on his chest, his hands were roaming her body. He knew all the correct places to carress and kiss.
But he had never been with her before.
Her light moans were loud in his ear as their night ended.
But he liked the sound.
He left the apartment, pocketing the key. The hypnotic dance they did every night should have gotten tiring by now.
But Draco and Hermione were always different.
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