Can't Be Late
“Come on! We’re going to be late!” Hermione called.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Teddy replied, rolling his eyes good naturedly. He jogged a little to catch up to her, his hand hovering over the box of popcorn, trying to ensure none of the buttery goodness spilled over the multi-coloured carpet of the cinema.
“We’ve booked our seats,” he reminded her, “we won’t lose them.”
“I know, but we’ll miss the trailers.”
Teddy snorted. He should have known Hermione would love the trailers. He snagged her around the waist and drew her to him.
“I was hoping we wouldn’t see much of the movie at all, let alone the trailers.” He murmured in her ear.
She pushed at him half-heartedly while she laughed.
“So that’s why you said you’d take me to the movies? To snog in the back row?”
Teddy grinned. “And maybe cop a feel.”
She laughed again and swatted his arm lightly.
Teddy’s chest felt warm as he allowed her to tug them into the movie theater. He loved being with her in the muggle world. There was such a lightness to her when they were here. She dropped all of the reserve she held for her position as the Minister of Magic and all of the tension she had about their relationship melted away.
When news of their relationship had broken, reactions had been somewhat mixed. There had been a few extremists. A few dozen Howlers. But it had died down after a month or so when people realised Hermione had very little to do with Teddy as he grew up. Her position in the Ministry as the Head of Diplomacy and Creature Liaison’s had her out of London and the country more often than she was in it.
Harry had been a tough sell, but he had come around once he had seen just how much they genuinely loved each other. But even with the people they loved most accepting of their relationship, Hermione rarely allowed herself to relax fully.
But here and now, she was laughing and carefree. Her hair crinkled wildly around her smiling face, and a sparkle in her eye that told him she didn’t want to be anywhere else but here.
They made their way up the stairs to the back of the theater, and Teddy took the opportunity to pinch her bottom causing her to threaten him with a stinging hex. Since she was giggling as she told him off, Teddy was sure she wouldn’t go through with it.
The seats they had chosen were comfortable as they settled in, and luckily for them, there were hardly any other people in the theater. Teddy assumed it was because the movie they were here to see had been out for months already.
They had the entire back row to themselves, as well as a good few rows in front of them, so Teddy took the opportunity to put his feet up on the back of the chair in front of him.
“Teddy!” Hermione hissed. “You shouldn’t do that.”
“If someone comes to sit here, I’ll take them down. But are you really gonna make me sit here all cramped up for the entire movie?” He asked, employing his best set of puppy dog eyes―the ones Uncle George had taught him when he was six.
Hermione’s eyes trailed over him, from his feet, up his long legs and over his chest. She laid a hand on his thigh, suggestively close, but not quite close enough, as she leant in toward him.
“I suppose not. It would be a shame if you got a cramp after all.”
She squeezed his thigh and lifted her hand. Her fingers trailed across his leg lightly, he could feel them even through his jeans, just enough pressure that they sent a shiver running through him. Just as she reached the crease of his hip, the pressure went away and she snagged a handful of popcorn from the bucket he still held. She leant back in her seat with a smirk and popped a few kernels into her mouth.
“You’re a wretched tease.” He muttered.
Hermione shook her head. “A tease is someone who won’t deliver. And I do plan on making it worth your while.”
Teddy’s eyebrows rose, and his cock twitched hopefully in his trousers.
“At home.”
“How long is this movie again?”
Hermione shrugged even as her brown eyes danced. “Two and a bit hours. Give or take.”
Teddy’s head dropped back against the backrest of his chair and he groaned.