Hermione was reading on her favorite seat, a plush green armchair, in the Head’s common room. She adored these rare moments of peace. Utter quiet, no trolls in the dungeon, no dark lords to defeat, just Hermione & her book.
A loud crash sounded — as if someone barreled head first into the door of the common room.
Hermione sighed. Her moment was too good to be true.
“GRANGER!” She heard Theo yell, loud pounds accompanying his booming voice. “GRANGER LET ME IN! THIS IS URGENT! GRANGER!”
“Godric’s sake Theo I’m coming!” Hermione snapped as she opened the door.
Theo was panting, he leaned one hand against the doorframe and clutched his chest with the other. “I” he panted “do not” he coughed “recommend sprinting” another gulp of air “here from the Great Hall.”
“Why did you run here Theo?” Hermione asked, rolling her eyes. Theo was the most theatrical person she knew. If he was being this dramatic, she could not imagine what he must need from her.
He looked up at her, eyes glimmering with mischief. “I have a secret.”
“THEO DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” Hermione heard someone – no, not someone, Draco - yell from down the hall.
Theo yelped and ran inside, slamming the door behind him. He pressed his weight against it, as if he could prevent the angry Malfoy heir from entering.
“So, this secret. Say some ponce we both know, blonde and rich and all, was interested in bedding a witch we also both know.” Theo said, speaking so quickly Hermione thought he might have truly hit his head on the door.
“Let’s also assume this witch wants to bed him as well. Both of these halfwits have been pining over each other, right? Sexual tension everywhere, friends feel awkward. You get the gist. I should tell the witch, should I not?” He continued, still speaking at the speed of light.
“THEO!” Hermione heard Draco yell through the door, he was pounding on the door as well. She worried he may soon blast it down, depending on how much he wanted to keep this secret.
“I don’t think that would be wise Theo. You may not live to see the aftermath.” Hermione said.
Theo smirked, still pressed against the door shaking courtesy of Draco’s fists. “Quickly Hermione, yes or no? I’d be doing them both a favor!”
“Fine, yes! I don’t know.” She exclaimed.
“Great. Great! Draco wants to shag you!” Theo said, promptly removing himself from the door and opening it. Draco, who had been leaning against it, stumbled in and glared at Theo. “You two have much to discuss! Bye!” He saluted Hermione and ran out, shutting the door behind him.
Draco finally looked at Hermione, who’s mouth was hanging open, eyes wide in disbelief.
“I am going to kill him.” Draco said, eyes wide as well, but in horror at his secret having been divulged.
“Forget him,” Hermione breathed. She strode over to Draco, grabbed his robes and smashed her lips against his.
Draco’s eyes remained open for a second, not believing that this goddess was kissing him. He gave in, putting a hand around her neck and kissing back just as strongly.
A few hours later, after multiple rounds of lovemaking, Draco stared at the sleeping witch beside him. She nuzzled against his bare chest with very little covering her exposed backside.
Draco sighed at the sight & made a mental note to thank Theo after exacting his revenge.