Chapter 12
Hermione’s heels clicked on the floor, the sharp rhythm echoing in the deserted castle. They had sneaked away from the party, almost unnoticed. Almost, because Ginny had seen her furtively slip through the door and had winked at her, a devilish smile quirking her lips up.
Hermione had no idea what Theo had in mind, but he was planning something and the anticipation was flapping its wings in her stomach.
Theo had his wand out, tip alight, while he led her through the corridors. Finally they made a turn and she realized where they were.
“The library is closed at this hour, Theo,” she whispered, almost chuckling. Theo looked over his shoulder, a mischievous grin lighting up his face.
“I’m counting on it, Princess.”
When they reached the door, Theo murmured an Unlocking Charm and pushed it open, gently pulling Hermione inside behind him. Candles lit around them, as if welcoming a good friend. He shut the wooden door and cast a series of basic Confounding Charms on it to keep people away, then turned around and pulled her in his arms. He captured her lips and nipped at them slowly, savoring every inch before gently sliding his tongue along her entrance. Hermione opened for him, pushing into his body, closer, closer, harder. Theo let his hands down her back and up again, lingering on the jeweled straps of her dress. It dawned on him that she wasn’t wearing a bra under that thing and his body immediately responded. Hermione felt it and moaned, pressing even more into him.
Theo hooked his hands behind her thighs and hoisted her up, the dress bunching up her legs and pooling around his waist. He walked towards an isle between two sections and pressed her against the shelves, his mouth moving down her jaw and throat, until he reached her collarbone and those thin, useless straps. He took one with his teeth and moved it aside on her shoulder. The silky fabric slid on her chest, the hard peaks of her breasts already visible. He wanted to devour her.
“Theo,” she breathed, one hand running through his hair, the other pushing the robe from his shoulders. Theo discarded it quickly, after gently setting her on her feet. He reached out for her again, unable to stay away from her delicious skin, his lips still drawing a path on the exposed curve of her breasts. One hand pressing on her back, he touched the side of her thigh with the other. He grasped the thin fabric of her dress and pulled it up, until his fingers found her skin. He trailed up and inward. He wanted to feel her. He reached the apex of her legs and almost passed out when he found no fabric barrier there. She was completely naked under that scrap of green silk. Suddenly, his desire flared, blood rushing to his already rock hard cock and he looked up in her hazy eyes.
“Hermione,” he whispered, almost asking permission. She only nodded, flushed and wanting, her hand reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
“Are you sure?” he asked, searching her eyes for any sign of doubt.
“I’m yours, Theo,” she replied, caressing his cheek.
After an heartbeat, Theo growled and his fingers left her legs, immediately flying to the straps of her dress. He pushed them both down her shoulders and slowly tugged the fabric down her sides. It fell to the floor with a single swish, leaving her bare in front of him, emerald waves pooling at her feet. Theo took his time drinking her in, his darkened eyes traveling down her body, taking in as much of her as possible in the soft golden candle light.
“Are you even real?” he murmured, caressing her skin, almost trembling with reverence. Hermione sighed when his fingers reached the under curve of her breast and her eyes rolled back in her head with smoldering pleasure. Her arms moved on instinct and she gently tugged at the silk collar of his still way-too-buttoned shirt. Theo leaned in to kiss her, the most barely there of touches.
“Wait, I need to make this right,” he whispered, and stepped away from her, leaving her body exposed to the cold air of the library. Hermione shivered at the loss of closeness, her skin covered in goosebumps. Theo draped his robes on the floor, between the two rows of shelves and murmured some charms. When he turned, he didn’t hesitate and cradled her in his arms, carefully guiding her to lie down on his makeshift bed. Hermione was completely and utterly molten into his hands and lied on her back, a familiar Cushioning Charm shielding her from the cold, hard floor.
Theo straightened, his breath itching when he looked at her again before him. Her hair was a wild halo around her rosy face, her lips already swollen from their kissing. Her full breasts were peaked and she was squeezing her toned thighs together.
“Theo, please,” she whispered, reaching up with her arms. He could hear the want in her voice and it made him twitch in his pants.
Theo started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his wide chest and narrow hips. He heard her hold her breath when his long fingers pushed down his slacks and boxers together, in a single movement that left him exposed to her glittering eyes. He observed her pupils dilate and her gaze roam on his body, just as his had moments before and when she took her lower lip between her teeth he almost came there and then.
Keeping himself together by sheer will, Theo lowered on his knees and slowly crawled over her, until their noses grazed. He felt Hermione’s hands tentatively trace the hard lines of his abdomen, then up his chest and shoulders, then down his sides and the crests of his hips, while he captured her lips with his hungry mouth. He rested his weight on one palm, while the other slid along her thigh, and up, and down front, until he reached her soft trail of curls between her legs. He gently nudged them apart and Hermione opened unquestioningly to him. Theo nestled between her creamy thighs and his index finger wandered down her slick slit. She was dripping for him and he didn’t know how long he would be able to resist anymore. He wanted her so badly around him it hurt.
Slowly, he pushed two fingers inside her, warmth and wetness enveloping his digits like honey. He circled her clit with his thumb, his movements soft and light, coaxing delicious moans from her lips. Hermione arched in his hand and he felt her walls tighten. He lowered his mouth to capture her nipple, tongue swirling around the hard, sensitive flesh. He had barely grazed it with his teeth when she cried out her pleasure, clenching around his fingers rhythmically.
Theo waited for the waves to ebb slightly, before angling the tip of his cock at her entrance, tickling her sensitive, swollen sex.
“Look at me,” he whispered. Hermione’s lids immediately fluttered open and locked eyes with him, almost marveled. Theo wanted her to see everything in his irises: the need, the want, the ache for her, his fear of loosing her, his fierce desire to take care of her, his fragile balance between happiness and darkness. He was bare before her in this moment of utmost connection and intimacy, in more ways than just his naked body. And he had never felt more real and more himself before.
He guided her legs around his waist and rested his hands on her backside, splaying his fingers on her skin possessively. He slowly pushed inside, inch by aching inch, clenching his teeth to resist the urge of burying himself into her in a single thrust. He’d had sex before, in America, with girls that hadn’t meant enough to him. It had felt good, but this, this was pure ecstasy. When he gave the final push and her farrowed brows smoothed, Theo stilled and savored the feeling of her heat around him, exhaling and kissing the crook of her neck. When he moved back a little to push inside again, she held her breath. He did it again, and again, gentle but steady, and by the third thrust Hermione was moaning, her legs drawing him nearer, her hips accompanying his movements and slightly getting him deeper.
Suddenly, she widened her thighs. He sank to the hilt and growled, feral with desire. He felt his climax build in his veins, a taut cord pulling and pulling in his lower belly. Kissing her deeply, he captured her nipple between his thumb and index and pinched it, twisting it slightly.
“Theo!” she cried, her head tilting back, her throat exposed and arched.
She was close and he would be right behind.
“Come for me, Granger,” he murmured in the shell of her ear and his low, dark voice was her undoing. The moment he felt her squeeze him inside her tight cunt, he lost it. He thrusted harder and faster, riding her pleasure, and fell over the edge, shuddering all over, spilling inside her with ragged breaths.
The wave quieted and the thrusting stopped, but their hearts were beating like drums in their close-together chests. Hermione could feel the faint thudding of his ribs against hers, and curled into his arms when he pulled out and lied beside her. She rested her head on his chest, eyes closed, while he caressed her wild curls.
“Hermione,” he whispered in the dim light of their sanctuary.
She looked up at him, sensing what was coming, her heart beating even wilder, wings of a bird flapping against a cage. She reached a hand to his cheek, gently guiding his gaze down to hers. The words were already there, floating in his ocean of blue.
“I love you.”
His voice was raw with feelings, exposed and vulnerable. He was handing her his very soul and it felt like the most wonderful kind of joy she had ever experienced.
She smiled, her fingertips tracing his cheekbone.
“I love you, Theo.”