Summer of emerald silk and black lace

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter, for I am not JK Rowling, as much as I would like to be I am not. I own none of the characters, and the only thing I do own is the order that the words are placed in and the story line

Prologue

She ran the beautiful silk across her fingers; it was like water running over her hands. Softness that only the finest of silk could posses.

She sat alone at the window of her Victorian house in central London, she watched as cars passed and late night walkers wandered the streets, how peaceful it was at this time of night, how peaceful it was when the children and the parents were asleep in bed, when the vindictive old fools lay alone in their neat comfortable beds away from the excitement and thrill that fills the streets for those young enough to care.

It was midnight, the witching hour; she smiled softly as she remembered how that term had meant so much to her for a summer.

The soft silk shone in the light of a passing cars head lights, emerald, the brightest emerald she had ever seen. She closed her eyes and let the soft silk slip out of her hands and onto her lap as her aged eyes closed for what could be their last time, as she remembered back to the summer before her seventh year, remembered back to the summer that had changed her life for ever.

The gentle ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway was the only sound that could be heard in the deathly quiet house.

'The children are nestled all snug in their beds, unaware of the thrill and excitement that others seek, late at night in the witching hour, unaware of the thrill of passion and lust that creeps within un knowing hearts.' The gentle voice filled her head and she remembered the warmth of his arms around her as they stood silently watching over the muggle world.

Hermione's worn old hands rested gently on the emerald silk that sat in her lap, seemingly innocent, except for the memories that came with it, that stirred within the aged woman's mind, the memories of heated summer nights laying on a bed with her enemy, the only clothes they wore were emerald silk and black lace.

A/N If you have read the previous version of this story you could tell that I have completely re written it, I wasn't happy with the last one so I wrote it again.

Please review it, which would make me VERY happy.