"It's my turn to ask," Pansy said, her black raven hair perfectly styled. "You wasted your last turn with a lame question, Blaise, so it's mine now."
"Come on, I was just curious!" Blaise protested.
"Asking about your lowest scores in Potions is lame, Blaise," Pansy teased. "Daphne, don't even get me started about your question, first kisses, please; we're older now, it's time for more interesting topics."
The group erupted in laughter as Daphne threw a crumpled napkin at Pansy, hitting her square in the chest. "I was being nice! We don't want Granger running away from us," she said, smiling warmly at Hermione and rubbing her hand on her arm.
If someone had told Hermione Granger that years after the Battle of Hogwarts, she would find herself part of the Slytherins' inner circle, she wouldn't have believed it. Yet, here she was, enjoying their weekly Sunday drinks at a trendy bar in Central London.
During their 8th year, the Slytherins, along with students from other houses, were forced to return to Hogwarts as part of their probation sentence. Headmistress McGonagall, recognizing the war's toll, implemented a revolutionary approach. She abolished the traditional house system, creating a new dynamic where all students from that year were united, houseless, and equal. They wore black ties as a reminder of the fallen and to mourn together.
Initially, the grief and rivalry were overwhelming. However, as they shared the same tower and dorm, Hermione discovered a sense of familiarity and unity with her former enemies. The Slytherins became her family, and she found solace in their company.
"You're like a toothache, Daphne – sweet but annoying," Pansy joked.
She smiled warmly at Daphne and leaned in, resting her head on her shoulder. Daphne wrapped her in a tight hug, making Pansy roll her eyes.
"Ugh, disgustingly sweet," Pansy said, taking a sip of her martini.
Draco seized the opportunity to shift the attention to himself. "Weirdest place you've had sex?" he asked, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face.
The group cheered, approving the question, except for Hermione, who felt her cheeks flush. She wasn't prudish, but her friends' crudeness always made her blush.
"Good one, Draco!" Theo said, raising his tumbler of firewhiskey in a toast.
"And to make things more... interesting, as Pansy put it, I believe an add-on should be 'with who'," Blaise added, munching on peanuts from the table.
The group's laughter and cheers filled the air as they clinked their glasses. Pansy grinned, her black hair gleaming in the dim light. "Oh, I'll go first," she said, her voice husky. "Let's just say it involved a certain blond-haired Slytherin."
The group erupted in whistles. Pansy winked at Draco, her eyes sparkling. "The stadium stand, Quidditch World Cup, before our fourth year, darling?"
Draco's sly smile broadened, and he nodded, his gaze locked on Pansy. Despite their complicated past, their interaction now seemed affectionate, like that of siblings.
"Good times, Pans," Draco said, clinking his glass against hers.
Blaise took his turn, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Susan Bones, St. Mungo's, last month."
The group gasped, and Daphne shrieked, "BONES!"
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "St. Mungo's?"
Blaise's laughter filled the room as he revealed, "You see, Susan and I are both apprentices there during this rotation, and well, I don't recommend sitting in the green chairs on the third floor."
The group erupted into laughter again, with Theo playfully hitting Blaise on the arm. "You bastard!" Theo exclaimed, grinning.
Blaise chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "What can I say? I'm a man of needs."
Pansy giggled, shaking her head. "Blaise, you scoundrel."
Daphne snorted. "Only you, Blaise, only you would turn a waiting room into a romantic tryst."
Draco raised his glass. "To Blaise's... creative approaches!" They all cheered and took a sip of their drinks.
Draco turned to Daphne, "Your turn, love. Who and where?"
Daphne cleared her throat, her expression unreadable. "Well, Theo and I... indulged in the Headmaster's office during seventh year." The group paused, surprised by her matter-of-fact tone. "I guess that's a bit unusual, don't you think?" she added, raising an eyebrow and turned to Theo, a sly smile spreading across her face. "I suppose yours is the same?"
Theo smiled back, his eyes sparkling. "While fucking in the Headmaster's office was certainly... unconventional, I have an even weirder place to share."
He finished his drink and signaled the bartender for another. "My family's crypt, on top of my father's coffin. And, I might add, with a Muggle prostitute."
The group's laughter and gasps filled the air at Theo's unconventional story.
Draco's eyes narrowed, intrigued. "Why?"
Theo shrugged, a nonchalant smile spreading across his face. "Satisfaction, Draco. More than the act itself, it was the fact that I was paying for sex with a Muggle, and doing it on top of my father's coffin."
The group's laughter died down, replaced by an uncomfortable silence.
Draco's gaze intensified. "You wanted to make him suffer?"
Theo's smile grew wider. "Make him pay, even in death. It was a pisser, a way to assert my dominance over him, to prove I could take what was mine."
Hermione's eyes widened, shocked by Theo's words. "Theo, that's... twisted."
Daphne placed a hand on Hermione's arm, her voice soft. "Theo's got a point, though. It's about control and power."
Pansy nodded in agreement. "And the irony of using a Muggle prostitute on his father's grave? That's just deliciously dark."
Hermione felt a twinge of discomfort, but she pushed aside her judgment. She couldn't deny Theo's troubled past. His father, Thoros Nott, a notorious pure-blood and Death Eater, had tormented Theo mercilessly. The memory of Thoros's cruelty made Hermione's stomach turn.
Pansy deftly changed the subject, asking Draco, "And where, Draco? I doubt it was the same as mine."
Draco grinned. "Ah, Gringotts, during the summer vacations before our sixth year. Fleur Delacour and I were interns, and... well, let's just say we got familiar."
He turned to Hermione, a playful glint in his eye. "Don't tell your brother-in-law, Granger. Fleur would kill me."
Daphne intervened, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Astoria would kill you, too, if she found out!"
Draco chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "Ah, but there are things Astoria doesn't need to know, my dear."
Pansy chimed in, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Yeah, like how we all think she's a bitch. Sorry, Daph, but Astoria's a complete bitch."
The rest of the group laughed, and Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. She knew about Pansy’s blunt honesty, but she hadn't expected it.
Daphne rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Oh, Pansy, you're such a sweetheart."
Draco raised his glass in a toast. "To secrets and scandals! May they always remain buried."
The group clinked their glasses together.
Blaise cleared his throat, eager to ask the next question. "I think it's my turn now.”
Pansy stopped him abruptly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hold on, Blaise! Granger hasn't answered yet!"
The group turned to Hermione, who blushed again. "I pass on this one," she said, trying to deflect attention.
The group groaned in unison. "Come on, Granger!" Pansy teased.
Blaise chimed in, "We all aired out our dirty laundry! Theo even paid for sex!"
Theo turned to Blaise, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I didn't pay because I can’t get it on my own, Blaise. I did it to make a point."
Blaise waved his hand dismissively. "Regardless, you paid for sex."
Theo's eyes locked onto Blaise, a sly smile spreading across his face. "You lost your virginity last year, Zabini. And out of the three females at this table, I've slept with two."
The group fell silent, stunned by Theo's revelation. Daphne's eyes widened, and Pansy's mouth dropped open. Draco's grin returned, and he chuckled, "Well, well, well..."
Hermione's face turned bright red as she whispered, "Really?"
Theo shrugged, unrepentant.
Hermione turned to Daphne, seeking confirmation. She nodded subtly and touched Theo's hand, a silent understanding between them.
Daphne spoke up, addressing the table, "Everyone knows I lost my virginity to him in fifth year."
The group nodded, some with knowing smiles. Pansy's eyes sparkled with a dreamy look, resting her chin on her hands. "And he was my first time... in third year, the Slytherine common room."
Hermione's eyes locked onto Theo, a hint of curiosity and concern. “Did you... make it a thing to take every girl's virginity?"
Theo burst into laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, Granger, no! I just took those two, and well, a Ravenclaw girl in seventh year, that's all."
The group chuckled, and Draco shook his head, a wry smile on his face. "I thought I was Pansy's first, but of course, Theo got to her first."
Theo took a sip of his drink, his expression smug. "Sorry, Draco.”
Blaise chimed in, a hint of jealousy in his voice. "You know, I was kind of jealous of how much ass you got in school, Theo. It's always the quiet ones, right?"
The group burst into laughter, and Theo grinned, taking another sip of his drink.
Pansy playfully teased, "Blaise, you're just mad because Theo was the one scoring all the goals."
As the group laughed, a voice behind Hermione said, "Who was scoring all the goals?"
Hermione turned around to see Astoria Greengrass making her way to their table. Pansy rolled her eyes, and Draco nudged her.
"Be nice, Pans," he whispered, standing up to greet his girlfriend with a kiss on the cheek.
Draco offered Astoria the only remaining chair, which happened to be next to Hermione. She internally groaned, not fond of the wealthy and spoiled witch.
Astoria smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hello, everyone. What's all the commotion about?"
Pansy muttered under her breath, "Just Theo sharing his conquests, Astoria."
Astoria's gaze landed on Theo, a hint of interest in her voice. "Oh, Theo, tell me more about these 'conquests' of yours."
Theo's smile tightened, and he shook his head.
Everyone knew about Astoria's unrequited crush on Theo during their school days. But what they didn't know was the extent of her betrayal. In seventh year, Astoria had ratted out Theo to the Carrows, revealing his secret aid to injured students.
The Carrows, fueled by Astoria's information, had Theo's father take him from Hogwarts, forcing him to work for the Dark Lord and take the mark.
Draco's decision to date Astoria after Theo's fall was a low blow.
Astoria, oblivious to the tension, continued to probe, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Oh, Theo, I'm sure it's just a fascinating story. Do tell."
Pansy's eyes narrowed, sensing the undercurrents. She shot Draco a warning glance,
cleared his throat, changing the subject. "Actually, Granger was going to tell us about the craziest place she had sex."
Astoria's face contorted in surprise. "Granger? But she's a virgin!"
Hermione's face paled, and she choked on her drink. Daphne patted her back, concern etched on her face.
Theo handed Hermione a handkerchief, his expression sympathetic.
“And how on Salazar’s name would you know that?” Pansy said, rolling her eyes at her.
Astoria, once again, seemed oblivious to the tension, shrugged and flipped her hair, saying, "Oh, Gabrielle told me!"
Hermione's eyes widened in shock. How did Gabrielle Delacour know about her sex life? The fact that she was a virgin was private, and whether it was true or not was none of Astoria's business, let alone Gabrielle's.
Daphne intervened, her voice firm. "Gabrielle is full of shit, Tori. You know better."
Astoria shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. She snatched Draco's drink from his hand. "No, no, it's true! Ron told her!"
Hermione's face burned with embarrassment as Astoria's malice-filled words hung in the air. "Right, Granger? You're saving yourself or some Muggle thing like that?"
The truth was far more complicated. Hermione's relationship with Ron was something she was very conflicted about. After the war, they had tried to make things work, but their schedules had been chaotic. Ron was signed with the Chudley Cannons, traveling constantly, and their time together was limited.
Intimacy was something they struggled with. Hermione had initiated intimacy, wanting to take their relationship to the next level. However, Ron had stopped her, citing that sex would change their relationship forever. At first, his hesitation had been sweet, but now it only annoyed her.
The fact that Astoria and Gabrielle knew about their private matters was the final straw. Hermione's anger and humiliation simmered, threatening to boil over.
Hermione's eyes flashed with anger. "It's none of your business, Astoria."
Astoria laughed, her voice dripping with condescension. "Don't be embarrassed, Granger. Being a virgin is sweet, but you should know that men have needs. They can't wait forever."
Blaise chimed in, his voice loud and boisterous. "Fuck yeah!"
Pansy's gaze locked onto Hermione, her expression incredulous. "Wait a minute, is this true? You and Weasley never...?"
The table fell silent, all eyes on Hermione. She felt her face burn with humiliation as Pansy's question hung in the air.
Hermione's eyes darted around the table, searching for an escape
Pansy's eyes widened in realization of her indiscretion, and she shook her head, biting her lip. She was about to apologize when Astoria spoke up.
"Yes, Pansy, it's true. Granger's still a virgin," Astoria said, her voice dripping with malice.
The table fell silent, and Hermione's face burned with humiliation.
Astoria continued, her voice growing louder. "You know, Granger, Theo is willing to sleep with every living thing. Maybe he'll do it for you! Go, Theo, deflower her!"
Astoria's joke fell flat, and the group's reactions ranged from shock to discomfort. Draco cleared his throat, his voice firm.
"That's enough, Astoria. Let's go."
Astoria looked at Draco like he was crazy, unaware of the harm she had caused. She shrugged and followed Draco out of the bar, not after saying a quick good night to the group.
The rest of the Slytherines breathed a collective sigh of relief as the door closed behind them. Pansy's eyes locked onto Hermione's, filled with apology and concern. "Hermione, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to—"
Hermione shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's okay, Pansy."
Daphne ran her hand comfortingly along Hermione's arm. "It's true, then? You never... with Ron?"
Hermione shook her head again, her face still burning with embarrassment. "He says it would ruin the relationship. We'd be going too fast."
Pansy raised an eyebrow, her skeptical expression a gentle prod. "Too fast? You've been together since the war. That's three years now."
Hermione's cheeks grew hotter, but Daphne's words offered comfort. "I'm sure Ron's just being cautious, Hermione. He cares about you deeply."
Blaise let out a loud snore, and then said, "Or maybe he's getting it somewhere else, am I right?" He raised his hand for a high-five, grinning at Theo.
Theo glared at him, his expression serious. "You've had enough drinking, Zabini. Maybe it's time to go home."
Before Blaise could respond, Theo grasped his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. Blaise nodded, and Theo's eyes locked onto Hermione's for a brief moment.
His gaze was intense, but Hermione couldn't read his expression. Theo's voice was low and smooth as he said, "Ladies, as always, a pleasure."
With that, Theo led Blaise out of the bar, leaving the girls in an uncomfortable silence. As the door closed behind them, Pansy turned to Hermione and whispered, "Are you alright?"
Hermione shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears. "I don't know, Pansy. I feel so embarrassed."
Pansy's expression softened. "Don't listen to Blaise, he was drunk. Like Daphne said, I'm sure Ron is just cautious. He cares about you deeply."
But Hermione's tears continued to fall. "It's not just that, Pansy. I want to have sex. I thought I wanted it with Ron, but...he makes me feel unworthy. Like having sex with me is a burden."
Her friend’s faces fell, their expressions filled with concern. Daphne reached out and hugged Hermione tightly.
"Oh, Hermione, we're here for you. You deserve to feel loved and desired."
Hermione's tears flowed freely as she confessed her deepest fears. She was tired of waiting, tired of feeling unworthy. "I have a plan," she said, determination etched on her face, wiping away the tears with Theo’s handkerchief.
Both girls leaned in, intrigued. "What is it?" Pansy asked.
"I'm going to surprise Ron next weekend at his apartment," Hermione said, a hint of excitement in her voice.
Pansy's expression turned cautious. "Surprises can come from both ways, Granger."
Hermione looked at her confused, but Daphne intervened. "Don't listen to her, Hermione. Tell us your plan."
Hermione took a deep breath and shared her idea. Her friends listened intently, their faces a mix of concern and encouragement.
The plan was simple: surprise Ron next weekend, knowing he'd be in London for Harry's birthday on Saturday. They would go to his apartment on Friday, with a nice set of underwear she'd bought from a luxurious store in Paris.
Hermione looked at her friends, her eyes searching for reassurance. "How... I mean, what does it feel like?"
Daphne and Pansy exchanged a knowing glance. Daphne spoke up, a gentle smile on her face. "Well, I was extremely lucky. Theo was... wonderful."
Pansy nodded in agreement. "Yes, with me too. He was extremely caring, and... well, he took care of me."
Hermione's eyes widened, her mind racing with questions. She knew it might hurt, and she felt a pang of discomfort.
Daphne sensed her unease and added, "I'm sure Ron will take care of you too, Hermione. Make it special."
Hermione felt a surge of determination. She would do this, for herself and for Ron.
The rest of the week was a blur as Hermione's excitement clouded every aspect of her actions. On Friday, both Pansy and Daphne Floo-called her, sending their best wishes. Pansy's voice was laced with amusement, "For the love of Salazar, remember the contraceptive charm!" Daphne's advice was more heartfelt, "Just enjoy it, Hermione."
As the time approached, Hermione took a long, soothing shower, meticulously shaving every hair out of place. She spent an inordinate amount of time styling her hair, coaxing it into sensual curls that framed her face. Her makeup was subtle yet effective, accentuating her features and elongating her lashes.
While dressing in the provocative set she'd bought from the Parisian boutique, Hermione felt a newfound sense of confidence. The navy lace of the provocative set contrasted stunningly with her skin, accentuating her curves. The outfit left little to imagination, and she reveled in its empowering sensation. For the first time, she felt truly sexy, powerful, and like a woman.
She slipped on a pair of high heels, the click of the shoes on the floor echoing through the silence.Smiling at her reflection, Hermione touched up her hair one more time. She slipped on a coat from her closet.
With one last glance in the mirror, Hermione left her flat, her heart racing with anticipation. The Floo Network whirled to life, and she disappeared into the flames, bound for Ron's apartment.
The journey was brief, and soon Hermione stood outside Ron's fireplace, her world coming crashing down. The image would burn in her brain forever: Ron sitting on his couch, naked, with Gabrielle Delacourt standing over him, also naked. They were too invested in each other to even hear the Floo Network activating.
Hermione felt like fainting, her legs trembling beneath her. She grabbed onto the wall to steady herself, but in her distress, she knocked over some frames from the mantle above the fireplace. They crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.
The sound broke the spell, and Ron's eyes snapped towards her. Gabrielle's head turned, her expression a mixture of surprise and guilt. Ron's face contorted in horror as he realized Hermione had walked in on them.
"Hermione, oh God, I—"
Hermione's vision blurred, and she felt herself stumbling backwards. She couldn't bear to hear Ron's excuses or explanations. The pain and betrayal were too overwhelming.
As she turned to flee, Gabrielle stood before her, naked and unapologetic. She began searching for her clothes.
Ron grabbed his shirt and covered his front, trying to explain. "Hermione, it's not what it looks like! I'm just practicing, for the real thing with you!"
Hermione looked at him like he was crazy. Her eyes widened in horror, and she threw a stinging Jinx at his groin. Ron doubled over, clutching himself in agony.
“Forget about me, you bastard! Don’t ever try to talk to me again” Hermione spat, her voice venomous.
Gabrielle slipped into her clothes, her movements fluid and confident. She turned to Hermione and said, "You're welcome to him, dear.”
With a flick of her wand, Gabrielle disappeared, leaving Hermione and Ron in stunned silence.
Hermione's eyes never left the spot where Gabrielle had stood. She felt a wave of revulsion wash over her, followed by a deep sadness.
Ron, still clutching his groin, looked up at Hermione with a mixture of pain and desperation in his eyes. "Hermione, please—"
But Hermione just turned and walked away, leaving Ron and his lies behind.
Hermione stood in front of Theo's flat, wondering how she'd apparated there. She hadn't intentionally targeted a specific location; she'd just let her emotions guide her. The voices of Pansy and Daphne echoed in her mind, praising Theo's kindness and sweetness.
Determined to lose her virginity and exact revenge on Ron, Hermione steeled herself and knocked on the door. She had no idea if Theo was even home; he was usually traveling for his Curse-Breaking work. But here she was, standing outside his doorstep.
At the second knock, Theo opened the door, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. He hadn't expected a visitor, but his face softened upon seeing Hermione. A gentle smile spread across his lips, only to fade into concern as he noticed her red-rimmed eyes.
"Granger?" he said, his voice low and gentle, his brow furrowed in worry.
Without another word, Theo stepped aside, allowing her to enter. He gestured for her to come in, his eyes never leaving hers.
As Hermione stepped inside, Theo closed the door behind her, his movements quiet and considerate. He followed her into the apartment, his eyes fixed on her, sensing that something was amiss.
Hermione entered the apartment, her eyes widening as she took in the stylish yet cozy space. It was like a design magazine come to life, with books and plants filling every corner. She couldn't help but notice the irony - Theo, the Curse-Breaker, had a green thumb, despite not being fond of Herbology.
As she turned to face Theo, she felt a flutter in her chest. He was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, and his eyes fixed intently on her. His brown curls were perfectly messy, and his eyes sparkled behind reading glasses. Hermione's eyes widened in surprise - she had no idea Theo wore glasses.
"Can I get you a drink?" Theo asked, his voice low and gentle.
Hermione looked at him, her mind racing. She had come here for revenge and to lose her virginity, but now, faced with Theo's kind eyes and warm smile, she felt uncertain.
"Yes," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "A drink would be nice."
Theo nodded, his eyes still locked onto hers, and pushed off the doorframe. He moved with a fluid, effortless stride.
"What can I get you? Tea, coffee, or something stronger?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.
As Hermione hesitated, Theo's eyes seemed to bore into her soul. She felt a shiver run down her spine. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, but she knew she couldn't turn back now.
Theo's presence was unnerving, yet comforting. He seemed to understand her turmoil, and his gentle demeanor put her at ease.
Hermione asked for something stronger, and Theo nodded, "I was about to have a nightcap myself. Do you prefer wine over firewhiskey, right?"
She smiled, "Whatever you're having is fine."
Theo smiled back and poured two glasses of wine. He handed one to Hermione, gesturing for her to sit on the plush leather brown couch. He took the seat in the leather chair, resting his glass on the reading table beside it.
Theo removed his glasses, and his eyes crinkled at the corners as he asked, "Do you mind if I smoke?"
"No, I don't mind," she said, her voice soft.
Theo nodded and pulled out a silver cigarette case from his pocket. He selected a cigarette, lit it, and took a slow drag. The room filled with the scent of tobacco and cinnamon.
Theo exhaled a stream of smoke. "So, Hermione, what brings you here tonight? You didn't just drop by out of the blue, did you?"
Hermione took a sip of her wine, trying to play it cool. "Oh, no particular reason. Just thought I'd stop by and say hi." Hermione took another sip. The rich, full-bodied flavor danced on her palate, with hints of oak and berries. The smooth finish left her wanting another sip. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste.
Theo chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Just say hi? With a look like you've lost your last Galleon?"
Hermione laughed, feeling a bit more at ease. "Maybe I just wanted some fresh air... and wine."
Theo grinned. "Fresh air? In my flat? With all the smoke from my cigarettes?”
Hermione playfully rolled her eyes.
Theo laughed, softly, "What's really going on? You didn't just drop by to have a glass of wine."
Hermione hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But Theo's warm gaze relaxed her a little bit. "Honesty time?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Theo nodded, his expression serious. "Always."
Hermione took a deep breath and blurted out, "I want you to have sex with me."
The room fell silent, the only sound was the gentle hum of the candles. Theo's eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable. Hermione's heart raced, her palms growing sweaty.
Theo's expression remained serious, "Ok...," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "I think we need to talk about this."
Hermione stood abruptly, her face flushing. she didn't know what type of answer she expected, but it wasn't this. "You know what? This was a mistake. I'm sorry. I'll leave."
She turned to make a hasty exit, but Theo caught up to her, his hand on her arm. "Wait, wait, Granger. Breathe. I think we need to talk a little more."
Hermione shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's nothing to talk about. It's obvious you don't want to... I mean, why would you? I'm just little Goody Two-Shoes Hermione with bushy hair."
Theo's grip on her arm tightened. "Hermione, stop. That's not true"
Hermione pulled away, her eyes welling up with tears. "You don't understand. I'm just... I'm just confused, okay? And I thought maybe... maybe you could help me figure things out."
Theo's expression softened, his voice gentle. "Granger, I'm happy to listen. And I'm willing to help if I can. But we need to talk about this."
Hermione hesitated, her shoulders sagging. "Fine. But just for a minute."
Theo nodded, gesturing for her to sit back down. "Let's talk."
Hermione's voice trembled as she said, "I want to have sex."
Theo's voice remained level, but a hint of curiosity crept in. "What about Weasley?"
Hermione's face twisted in anger. "Ron is a cheating bastard. I want to have sex, and I want it with you."
Theo's expression changed, a flash of anger crossing his face. He quickly regained his calm, a mask of control in his features. Hermione studied Theo for a few seconds, her voice barely a whisper.
"You knew?"
Theo took a deep breath. "Not really, I saw them in a game in Bordeaux a few months back. Bill and Fleur were there too. Weasley and Gabrielle seemed... close, but nothing more. Then I saw Gabrielle with another wizard at a bar later last night. I thought maybe I was wrong, but after what Astoria said... I started to wonder again."
Hermione nodded, her face flushing with embarrassment at being played. She felt betrayed, knowing that most of the Weasley clan likely knew about Ron's infidelity.
Theo's voice was honest, his hands warm on her shoulders. "I'm sorry, Granger."
Hermione's shoulders sagged, her eyes downcast. "I want to have sex with you."
"Why me?" Theo asked, his eyes narrowing.
Hermione's voice barely above a whisper. "You're perfect, Theo. Daphne and Pansy said you're sweet and caring. I assumed... I assumed you would do the same for me."
Theo's expression softened, his voice gentle. "Granger, I'm flattered, but…”
Hermione's face flushed, her eyes welling up with tears and cut him off. "I'm an idiot. I assumed wrong. I'm sorry."
Theo's hands reached out, but Hermione pulled away. "No, I need to leave. Now."
Theo blocked the door, his hands grasping her shoulders. "Wait, Hermione. Don't go."
Hermione looked away, but Theo searched her eyes, his expression gentle. "I'm flattered, Hermione. Truly, I am, but I am afraid you might regret this, me, in the morning when your anger is gone."
Hermione's voice barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry to put you in this position."
Theo's grip softened. "Why are you apologizing? You're not apologizing for your desires, are you?"
Hermione took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Theo's. "It's just... I want control over my body. Power. I've always felt like I've been living someone else's life. And when Daphne said you were sweet and caring... I assumed you'd understand."
Theo's expression changed from flattery to curiosity.
Hermione's voice trembled. "I want to lose my virginity. And I want it to be with you."
Theo's eyes narrowed. "Why?"
Hermione's shoulders sagged. "I don't know. I just... I thought you'd be the one person who'd understand. Who'd care."
Theo's grip on her shoulders relaxed. "Granger, you're not making sense. What do you mean by 'control and power'?"
Hermione's voice barely above a whisper, "I want to be in control of my own body. My own life. And I thought... I thought you'd be the one person who'd let me."
Theo's eyes locked onto Hermione's, his gaze softening. He gently moved the curls away from her face, his fingers tracing her jawline.
"Hermione, you're a brilliant witch, and you could have any wizard you want," Theo said, his voice gentle. "It's just... I didn't expect you to want me."
Hermione's voice trembled. "That's a lie. Not even my boyfriend wants me."
Theo's expression changed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Weasley doesn't count, Granger. Just because he has a wand doesn't make him worthy of you. And besides, you were every boy's dream during school. I'm not exaggerating when I say my 13-year-old self would have been obsessed with you."
Hermione's face flushed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Theo's voice took on a nostalgic tone.
"You were the focus of all my fantasies growing up. The brightest witch of our age, beautiful, intelligent, and kind. I had a crush on you, Granger."
Hermione's breath caught in her throat as Theo's words washed over her. She felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of surprise and vulnerability.
" I need to know you're sure about this," Theo said, his voice low and husky. "I don't want you to regret this in the morning."
Hermione's voice trembled. "You really thought of me like that?"
Theo's gaze intensified, his eyes burning with desire. "You have no idea, Granger.."
Hermione blushed, her gaze dropping to the floor. Theo smiled again, lifting her chin, their eyes meeting.
"Granger, are you a Legilimens?" he asked, his voice low.
Hermione crooked her head, confused. "What? Why?"
"Are you?" he asked again, his eyes locked onto hers.
Hermione hesitated. She had basic Legilimency skills, but she was no expert. "I manage," she said.
Theo nodded. "Good. Take a peek inside my mind."
Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she considered his request. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a dash of trepidation.
Hermione fumbled with her hands searching for her wand, but Theo was faster, placing his own in her shaky hand. She felt a spark of electricity through her body. The magic of his wand accepted her, and Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine.
She looked down at her hand, her eyes wide with surprise, but Theo just smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Compatible magic," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I always wondered..."
The room fell silent, the only sound was the gentle hum of the candles. Theo's grip on her hand tightened, and he pointed the wand at his own forehead. "Go on," he said, his voice low and inviting.
Hermione took a shaky breath, her heart racing. "Legilimens," she said, her voice clear and steady.
As she touched Theo's mind, visions flooded her consciousness. She saw herself in the Hogwarts library, her skirt shorter than she remembered, her shirt tighter. She was walking with a book in her hand, and Theo was sitting on her favorite spot, watching her with an intensity that made her skin prickle.
Hermione's eyes dropped to the floor, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She felt a surge of desire, a longing she couldn't ignore. Without thinking, she dropped the book and leaned forward, her skirt rising up to reveal a pair of Slytherin green knickers.
Theo's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with a fire that made her heart race. Hermione felt like she was melting into his gaze, her very soul exposed.
In the vision, Theo stood up, his eyes locked onto Hermione's. He walked towards her, his movements deliberate and seductive. Hermione's heart racing, she felt a shiver run down her spine as he stood behind her.
Theo's lips trailed kisses along her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Hermione allowed him, making more room for him, her body surrendering to his touch. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour.
Hermione gasped at his touch, her breath catching in her throat. She turned around, her eyes meeting Theo's. Their lips met in a kiss full of passion, their tongues entwining in a sensual dance.
Theo grabbed Hermione, pushing her against the bookcase behind her. Kisses trailed down her neck, his hands exposing her chest. Revealing a lacy green bra that matched the knickers.
Hermione's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She felt a rush of desire, her body aflame with passion.
In the vision, Hermione's hands reached up, grasping Theo's shoulders, pulling him closer. Their lips devoured each other, their bodies pressed together in a fiery embrace.
Hermione's mind reeled, her thoughts fragmented. She felt like she was living the vision, her body responding to Theo's touch.
The vision shattered, and Hermione found herself in the potions classroom. The air was thick with humidity, the steam from the cauldrons hanging heavy over the students. Theo sat in his usual spot, his face blissful, his eyes closed.
Hermione's heart raced as she knelt beside him. She saw herself in the vision, her own face full of desire, her eyes locked onto Theo's. Theo's hand guided her movements, his fingers tracing her jawline.
Hermione's gasp echoed in her mind, the sound her own voice made. She felt a rush of embarrassment, her cheeks burning with shame.
The vision shattered again, leaving Hermione breathless and disoriented. This time, she found herself sitting in the Slytherin common room, the Black Lake gleaming in the distance. The room was cold, the fire burning low. Hermione was naked, sprawled over a settee, her hair a halo of curls.
Theo knelt before her, his face hidden between her legs. Hermione's moans echoed in her mind, her hand running down his curls. She looked at him, and something inside her shifted.
She felt sexy, beautiful, even. In the vision, Hermione smiled, her voice sultry. "Be a good boy, Theo. Make me cum."
The vision ended abruptly, leaving Hermione gasping for air. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet... desired.
Theo's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "Granger?" he whispered, his voice low and husky.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she met Theo's gaze. She felt like she was drowning in his eyes, her emotions raw and exposed.
Her lips crashed onto his, their mouths devouring each other in a fierce, passionate kiss. She had thrown herself at him, her body surrendering to her desires.
Theo responded with equal fervor, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. Their lips moved in perfect sync, their tongues entwining in a sensual dance.
The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intensity of their kiss. Hermione felt like she was drowning in Theo's passion, her heart racing with excitement.
Their lips parted for a moment, and Theo's eyes locked onto Hermione's. "Granger," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Hermione's response was immediate, her lips crashing onto his once more. The kiss deepened, their passion igniting like a wildfire.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. Only the two of them, lost in their own private universe of desire and passion.
Theo slowly separated himself from Hermione's lips, his eyes burning with intensity. He took a step back, his voice low and husky.
"If you're sure, then there's no going back," he said, his words hanging in the air. "I want to be a gentleman, Granger. I want you to be sure."
Hermione's heart raced as she met Theo's gaze. She felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness. Theo's voice dropped to a whisper.
"I've been waiting for this since I was 13 years old, Granger. I've dreamed of you, fantasized about you. And now, finally, you're standing in front of me, wanting me too."
Theo's eyes seemed to bore into Hermione's soul, searching for any sign of uncertainty. But Hermione knew her mind. She was ready.
She took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sure, Theo. I want this. I want you."
Theo's face softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He took a step closer, his voice low and gentle.
"Granger, I promise you, I'll make this unforgettable”.
Hermione's eyes locked onto Theo's, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like your visions?"
Theo's smile was mischievous, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, Hermione, it will be so much better."
He kissed her again, his hands moving to the front of her coat, opening it to reveal the lacy set she was wearing. Theo's murmur was low and husky. "Merlin, Granger, you are going to kill me."
Hermione's heart raced as Theo's lips devoured hers once more. She threw her hand around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. Theo grabbed her, his arms wrapping around her like a vice.
He murmured against her lips, "Hold tight."
The pull of Apparation made Hermione dizzy, but she looked around, realizing they were no longer in the living room. They stood in Theo's bedroom, the room dimly lit by soft candles.
Hermione's eyes locked onto Theo's, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what was happening, and she was ready.
Theo's eyes burned with desire, his voice low and husky.
"Are you sure, Granger? You want this, with me?"
Hermione bit her lip, nodding eagerly. Theo's smile was shy, making him look boyish, young, and endearing.
He kissed her once more, his lips devouring hers. As they kissed, Theo removed her coat, leaving her bare in her lacy set. Hermione frowned, noticing that Theo was still fully dressed in brown slacks and a button-down, even with a vest.
She tried to fumble with the buckle of his pants, but Theo stopped her, his patience evident. "This is about you, Granger," he whispered, his voice low and gentle.
Kissing her down her neck, he pushed her gently to the bed. Hermione rested on her elbows, her heart racing with excitement.
Theo descended, leaving a trail of kisses from her neck, down the middle of her chest, her navel, and a kiss on each pelvic bone. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her body arching beneath his touch.
Theo's hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour. His lips traced her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
Hermione felt like she was melting into his touch, her very soul exposed. She knew that she was ready, that she wanted this, with him.
Hermione threw her head back, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She realized that Theo's ceiling was charmed to resemble a starry night sky. The constellations twinkled above her, a celestial canvas.
She would have spent more time studying the sky above her, but Theo's lips crashed onto hers, and she gasped. Her eyes met his, and she saw the intensity of his desire.
Theo stood, removing his vest and shirt, leaving his chest bare. Hermione's gaze fell upon the scars that marred his skin. She had seen him shirtless a few times on trips to the beach and lake, but he had always glamoured them away.
Now, seeing them for the first time, Hermione's chest constricted. She knew that those scars were from his father's abuse.
Theo immediately sensed her change in mood and smiled endearingly. "If we're doing this, Granger, I want it to be real. With the real me, no glamour."
Hermione nodded, her heart racing. She reached out, her hand brushing against the scars on his chest. Theo's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with emotion.
Without hesitation, Hermione removed her own glamour spell. The Mudblood scar on her arm still lingered, and the raised skin on her chest and side from Dolohov's curse during the Department of Magic attack was now on full display.
Theo's eyes widened, his gaze tracing the scars on her skin. For a moment, they just looked at each other, their eyes locked in a deep understanding.
Theo's voice was low. "You are so beautiful, Hermione."
His words were a gentle caress, a soothing balm to her soul. Hermione's heart melted at his sincerity, her love for him overflowing.
Theo's eyes burned with desire, his voice taking on a sultry tone. "Now, be a good girl and show me how you get off."
Hermione's breath caught in her throat as Theo's words sent shivers down her spine. She felt a rush of excitement, her body responding to his command.
Without hesitation, Hermione reached for the lace of her underwear, her fingers tracing the delicate fabric. Theo's eyes watched her every move, his gaze intense and hungry.
As she slowly undid the lace, Hermione's heart pounded in her chest. She felt like she was surrendering to Theo's desire, to his love.
The air was thick with tension as Hermione finally slipped off her underwear. Theo's eyes roamed her body, his gaze devouring her.
With a gentle smile, Theo reached out and took Hermione's hand, leading her to the edge of the bed. "Come here, love," he whispered.
Theo kneeled in front of her, parting her legs open, he leaned forward, rasing her right leg over his shoulder, giving him more access, he took a deep breath and his eyes rolled back.
“Fuck, Granger, you smell devine” his voice full of desire. Without wasting any second he dived in his tongue burying into her cunt. Hermione screamed out his name, arching her back as she cried out. His tongue lapped around her clit. She tried to close her legs, but having her leg on his shoulder, and Theo’s hands around her behind spreading her open, made it impossible. He was spreading her legs wide so he could devour her easier, the taste of her flooding his tongue nearly driving him insane.
Hermione moaned, grabbing Theo’s hair, pulling it hard. He groaned hard against her clit, go figure Theo liked pained during sex. Her hips involuntarily started to move, grinding against his mouth, wanting more, craving for more.
Theo smiled, raising his head to look at Hermione, his mouth glistening with her arousal, he has never looked more beautiful, “You greedy girl.” he said, “so wet, so ready for me.”
Hermione whimpered at the sound of his voice, she tried to say something, but words failed to articulate. Any rational thoughts slipped out of her mind, incoherent words escaped from her lips, asking for more.
Theo chuckled against her, sending shivers down her spine. His green eyes sparkled with amusement, a smirk formed on his beautiful sinful mouth. She planted a small skin on the feverish skin on her inner thigh and without warning introduced one of his long fingers in her heated center.
Hermione's words were lost in gasps and moans, and Theo smiled, “So tight, my beautiful Golden Girl, so tight yet so wet for me.”
She wanted to smack the smirk off his face, but at the same time, was desperate to kiss him again, to drown in him. The pleasure is too much, his finger moved inside of her, expanding her. The world around her started to blur. it was all too much, she felt herself clench around his finger, and with a final moan she came undone. His mouth made contact with her again, licking and circling her clit with the tip of his tongue, extending the waves of pleasure.
As Hermione finally caught her breath, she gazed at Theo.A lump formed in her throat at the sight of him, and a smile started to spread across his face, showing off those perfect teeth.
His canines were a bit longer, giving him this wolfish grin that made him look like he was always craving something more. His eyes sparkled with desire, his gaze burning with intensity.
Theo's smile deepened, “So beautiful, and so good”
Quickly, Theo shed his slacks, revealing his breathtaking body, scars and all. For this night, at least, he was hers, and she felt a sense of freedom from her worries. Her thoughts of Ron, his infidelities, and her doubts vanished, replaced by the warmth of Theo's gaze.
Before her lay a man who saw her, truly saw her, and wanted her. The way he looked at her made her feel special, desired, and cherished.
Theo's lips traced her skin, leaving a trail of kisses on her stomach, her scars, her breasts. He murmured compliments and promises, his voice a gentle caress.
"You're perfect, Hermione," he whispered. "Your skin is warm, your taste is delicious."
Hermione was lost in the depths of his eyes, her soul surrendering to his love. Theo's touch ignited a fire within her, melting her fears and doubts.
In this moment, she was his, and he was hers.
Theo positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locking onto Hermione's. With a gentle gaze, he sought her silent permission.
Hermione's fingers grazed his cheek, and Theo leaned into her touch, closing his eyes. For a moment, he savored the tender moment, the intimacy of their connection.
After a second, he opened his eyes, the bright green captivating her. Hermione nodded, and Theo's face lit up with confirmation.
Theo cast the contraceptive charm, a warm glow spreading through her belly. The gentle spell reassured them both.
With a deep breath, Theo sank into her, their bodies merging together. Hermione felt a sudden pang of discomfort, a painful sting.
She closed her eyes, and her body instinctively clenched around him. Theo's lips brushed against her cheeks, gentle and soothing.
Tears escaped her closed eyes, and Theo's soothing voice whispered against her skin, "I'm sorry, love. It will end soon, I promise." He kissed her again, his touch reassuring.
Gently, he moved, easing her discomfort. Hermione's heart swelled with love and gratitude for Theo's care. She knew he would never intentionally hurt her.
The pain eased with each gentle thrust, transforming into pleasure. Hermione moaned loudly, and slowly moved her hips, meeting Theo's.
Theo groaned, his lips claiming hers in a fierce kiss. As they moved together, Theo's whispers of comfort and love calmed her nerves.
In this moment, Hermione felt invincible, her world reduced to the two of them. Their bodies merged, the corners of Theo's mouth curled up, and his eyes crinkled at the edges, etching a map of pure pleasure.
Time dissolved, leaving only the gentle rhythm of their love. Hermione felt whole, complete in a way she never had before.
She felt Theo's body tense and relaxed, his muscles flexing beneath her touch. In this surrender, she found freedom.
Hermione felt the familiar build-up in her stomach, her body tensing around Theo. She clung to him, holding him closer, as the intensity grew.
Theo's pace quickened, his movements becoming more urgent. Hermione's vision began to blur, stars twinkling at the edges of her consciousness.
The pleasure was too much, too intense. Hermione felt her walls, built to protect her heart, begin to shatter.
In one final, deep thrust, Theo broke through her defenses. Hermione's world exploded into a million pieces, her body surrendering to the pure, unadulterated joy.
As she trembled in his arms, Hermione felt Theo release his own pleasure into her. He gasped for air, his forehead resting against hers. They both caught their breaths, the only sound the gentle rhythm of their hearts.
Theo looked down at the place where they remained united, and murmured, "Fuck, you're so hot."
Hermione's face flushed with a deep blush, and Theo's eyes met hers. She felt shy, exposed, but there was nowhere to hide.
Theo smiled, his boyish grin melting her heart. They both chuckled, the tension easing.
Hermione hid her face against his chest, feeling safe. Theo kissed the top of her head, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
In this moment, they were wrapped in a cocoon of intimacy, their hearts beating as one. Hermione felt cherished, adored, and completely herself.
As they lingered in the aftermath, Theo's voice whispered against her ear, "Are you okay?"
Hermione nodded, and Theo moved, making her groan slightly due to her soreness. He stood up and headed to the bathroom, not before murmuring a quick spell to vanish their juices.
Hermione felt blissful, and she finally understood why Pansy and Daphne protected him so much, talking highly of him. He was... really perfect.
Hermione blushed again when Theo returned, wearing only boxer briefs, which hung low on his hips. He carried a towel, which he used to gently press against her core, warming her soreness.
Theo's eyes locked onto hers, filled with concern and love. "Better?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.
Hermione nodded, her heart overflowing with emotion. Theo's tender touch and loving gaze made her feel seen, heard, and cherished.
"Thank you, Theo," Hermione whispered, her voice barely audible. "This was... perfect."
Theo's lips met hers again, gentle and soothing. Hermione's eyes grew heavy, her eyelids drooping as she surrendered to the warmth of his touch.
Theo's fingers wove through her hair, calming her mind. He murmured a soft tune, the melody vaguely familiar, yet soothing.
As the music washed over her, Hermione's thoughts began to fade. Sleep's gentle grasp enveloped her, and she drifted away, lulled by Theo's gentle tune.
The last memory before she fell asleep was the soft humming, a lullaby of love and comfort. Theo's voice whispered in her ear, "Sleep, love."
She slipped into a peaceful slumber, cradled in Theo's arms.
As she slept, Theo's eyes watched over her, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.
Sunday drinks arrived, and Hermione felt nervous for the first time in a long while. She hadn't seen Theo since Friday night, and the anticipation was building.
The next morning, Hermione woke up to find Theo in the bathroom, the sound of the shower a gentle hum. On the bed, a pain-relieving potion waited for her, alongside a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. She recognized them as Theo's, but when she put them on, she realized he had adjusted them to fit her perfectly.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat. No one had ever taken the time to tailor clothes for her before. Theo's thoughtfulness sent a flutter through her chest.
Suddenly, the sound of the shower stopped, and Hermione felt a rush of nerves. She grabbed the first wand she saw and Disapparated, finding herself back in her flat.
Only then did she realize it was Theo's wand she held, not hers. Hermione's cheeks flushed as she looked around her flat, feeling a little foolish.
Hermione tried to visit Theo's place later that day, but the Floo Connection was closed. She felt anxious, wondering if she might have done something wrong.
After taking a shower, Hermione mustered her courage and tried again. This time, the flames roared to life, and she entered the living room.
"Theo?" she called out, but the place was empty.
Hermione wandered around the room, searching for any sign of Theo. That's when she spotted a note on the coffee table.
Granger, if you stop by, make yourself at home. I was called to a job in Leeds. I'll be back on Sunday.
Take care of my wand, you little thief.
Please don't overthink things. You're getting caught up in your own thoughts. I'm fine, and everything is okay. We'll talk more on Sunday drinks. Just relax and enjoy your day. You're on my mind, and I can't wait to see you.
Love, T
Hermione took a deep breath, trying to shake off her overthinking. She entered the bar, and the low lights enveloped her. Making her way to their usual table, she found Pansy and Daphne already seated, chatting.
Pansy's eyes locked onto Hermione, and a mischievous Cheshire cat grin spread across her face. "Well, well, you look properly shagged. I get it, things went well!"
Daphne stood up and enveloped Hermione in a warm hug. "Are you okay, Hermione?"
Hermione smiled, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. "I'm fine, Daphne. I had...a wonderful night."
Just as she was about to share more with her friends, the door swung open, and Draco, Astoria, and Blaise walked in. The group's arrival added a new dynamic to the evening.
Draco's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in Hermione's appearance. "Hermione, are you alright ?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Pansy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's going on, Draco? Why are you asking?"
Draco shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. "Nothing, just...concerned."
Astoria chimed in, her voice dripping with snootiness. "Oh, Granger, I am so sorry. You must know Gaby is mortified! I didn't mean to spill the beans, but I just couldn't help it!"
Hermione's eyes widened, understanding dawning on her. Astoria must have told Draco about her encounter with Ron and Gabrielle.
“What?” Blaise asked, and gestured to the bartender, ordering their drinks. Hermione hesitated, unsure how much to reveal.
Astoria chimed in again, "Don't be embarrassed, Hermione! I told Gaby you'd understand. She's really sorry!"
Daphne's face contorted in confusion. "What the hell happened?"
Draco cleared his throat, "I think we should leave the subject alone."
Astoria protested, "No, Draco! She needs to confide in her friends! We're here for her! I mean, walking in on your boyfriend with another witch is...heartbreaking."
The group fell silent, with Pansy gasping softly. Daphne's hand instinctively touched Hermione's, offering comfort.
Draco sighed, "Astoria, for the love of Merlin, shut up!"
Just then, Theo appeared, his eyes scanning the group before landing on Hermione. "Hello, everyone," he said, his voice warm.
Instead of sitting next to Blaise, Theo sat beside Hermione, his presence a comforting warmth. Hermione's heart skipped a beat as their arms touched.
"What's going on?" Theo asked, his eyes scanning the group.
Astoria explained, "Oh, you know, Hermione walking in on Ron and Gaby, but Gaby is really sorry."
Theo lazily rested his arm on Hermione's chair, his presence reassuring. "Yeah, that bastard got what he deserved."
Hermione looked at him, surprised by his question. Theo smiled, his eyes sparkling. "Let's just say he won't be playing the next game."
Daphne gasped, shocked by Theo's statement. Blaise chimed in, "Hey, hold up! How did you know?"
Theo quipped, "Better to shut his mouth and save his braincells."
With a flourish, Theo pulled out Hermione's wand from his pocket and placed it in front of her. "Here, love."
Hermione's eyes met Theo's, and she smiled, her heart full. Together, they shared a tender moment, their connection palpable.
The group looked around, surprised by the sudden display of affection. Pansy asked, "What the hell happened?"
Hermione looked up at Theo, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think I've found the man I was saving myself for," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The group gasped, surprised by her revelation. Pansy exclaimed, "Really?"
Daphne smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "We knew it!"
Blaise chuckled, "About time, too."
Theo's face lit up with a warm smile, as he pressed his lips against hers.