A:N/This is just a little something between Hermione and Theodore Nott for Thanksgiving. Happy Turkey Day everyone! Let us be thankful for the food in our stomachs and hope everyone is getting something to eat on this glorious day. Anyways, for my readers who have been wondering why I haven't updated, it's because I have been really sick. Still am. I coughed so much I could barely get a breath in, but I'm getting better. I should update He Loves Me, He Loves You Not soon. I've been sort of working on that. Anyone who hasn't read my stories I encourage to read. Now let me shut my mouth and let you get started reading.
Thankful for Bookworms
Dumbledore had issued that there should be a Thanksgiving break due to all of the hard work. Though they weren't American, people shrugged off the fact and decided to enjoy the break in the comfort of their homes. That is, most decided to go. This excluded Hermione. She didn't know who else had stayed. She would've gone home, but her parents were unprepared for the sudden break and had made plans. "We can always cancel." They had said, but they had been so excited about whatever it was they were doing she said no.
No one in Gryffindor had stayed. She lied and told Harry and Ron that she was going home with her parents so that they wouldn't feel the need to stay. The two both went to the Weasleys with promises to write if she got bored reading books.
She was currently putting her things into her bag, though, as she'd just finished the work due by the end of break. Shaking her head to herself, she wondered if there would be a letter awaiting her when she got back to the common room from Harry and Ron with their papers stuffed inside and a promise to buy her favorite chocolates at Honeyduke's if she helped them out of their jam. The thought made her laugh aloud as she was on her way to the library. "What's so funny?" A voice behind her said. She turned around. It was Blaise Zabini. She shook her head, "Nothing."
She continued walking, now hearing footsteps beside her. "Can I help you Zabini?" She asked eyebrow raised.
"Actually Granger, you can. Slow down, will you? You sure are fast for such a small person." She kept walking. "Sit with the Slytherins today at the feast." That made her stop.
"What?" She asked incredulously.
"Sit with us today at the feast. My friends want to meet you. We figure it's Thanksgiving so we give thanks for-"
"Bookworms?" She interrupted.
"No." He rolled his eyes, "I was going to say we give thanks for the beautiful ladies in our presence, but you know if you give thanks for bookworms then talk to Theo. He's Slytherin's secret bookworm."
She looked at him suspiciously. "I'll sit with you...I suppose. I mean, everyone in Gryffindor has decided to go home for the short holiday. Malfoy isn't here, is he?"
He smirked, "Not a fan? No, he isn't here. Didn't you notice he hasn't been picking on you? Transferred to Durmstrang."
Her jaw dropped, "Really? I just figured he was waiting until something made us cry so that he could wipe our tears with a shard of glass or something as sinister as he is. Ron and Harry both said he was off running with ferrets or torturing anything that ate them."
Blaise laughed. "If there's truth in that statement, I want pictures. I'll see you at the feast?"
She nodded with a small smile, "You will."
Hermione walked to the library thinking over the conversation. "I was going to say we give thanks for the beautiful ladies in our presence, but you know if you give thanks for bookworms then talk to Theo. He's Slytherin's secret bookworm." Theo...Theo...where had sure she heard the name? Then it clicked, Theodore Nott! He was the son of a death eater. Poor guy probably had it hard. It was a known thing that he was one of the only students who declared Switzerland in the war.
She walked in and turned her book into Madame Pince. She walked over to the potion's section and grabbed a book titled Potions and Effects. Turning around, she bumped into Theodore Nott himself. "Oh!" She said surprised.
He raised and eyebrow and brushed past her with a small, "Excuse me."
She rolled her eyes thinking, Get some manners!
"Sorry," Theo said, obviously amused about something.
"What?" she asked confused about why he was smirking.
"Nothing, but I thank you for reminding me about my manners."
Her eyes widened. I said that out loud?
"Yeah, you did." He said, still standing there.
I've really got to stop saying my thoughts out loud.
"I would agree. Who knows what may slip out?" He was still smirking. She looked up and chocolate met ice. She stared for a bit until the stare was broken by a cough.
They both looked at the intruder and saw a smirking Blaise Zabini. "Hey Granger. Come on Theo." Theo walked over. "See you at dinner Gran-Hermione."
They walked away, but not before she heard a distinct, "We will?"
"We will?" Theo asked Blaise on their way to the dungeons. They had to dress formally for the feast the house elves would make.
"Yeah, I invited her to eat with us. Don't you like her?"
Theo blushed and pushed him in the shoulder, "I...I..I-"
"-am deeply in love with her," Blaise finished for him.
"Yeah. I mean no! Yeah, she is kind of pretty. And yeah she's got one hell of a punch. And yeah her eyes are the emblem of perfection. And yeah I may have kind of liked her since fourth year, but-"
"You've got to kiss her tonight." Blaise interrupted, "Show you're interested before Weasel and Potter show up. Otherwise, you won't get a chance."
They walked into the room they shared with the other seventh years. Theo looked at what he was supposed to wear that night. Formal attire was a must for feasts, but they were actually allowed to take off their robes for this one.
Blaise was going to wear a black tuxedo with a red tie and vest to match Daphne Greengrass' red sequined dress. Theo was wearing the same except with a light blue vest and a black tie.
He started getting dressed and his mind drifted off to Hermione. Why was she going to sit with the Slytherins? Didn't all the Gryffindors hate Slytherins? Would he kiss her tonight? Would she pull away if he did? Would he ask her for a dance? There was only six students staying for break...he would ask her.
Hermione couldn't stop thinking about Theo. She had just finished getting dressed and was on her way to the Great hall. She was wearing a light blue dress held up by straps tied in a halter style. She walked in and saw everyone having a good time. Everyone was already there. Blaise, Daphne, Ernie, Mandy, and last but not least, Theo.
Everyone looked good. Mandy was wearing a long yellow dress and Ernie wore a tux to match. Hermione was surprised, she didn't know they were together. She walked over to the group of Slytherins and was even more surprised when Daphne gave her a hug, "You look great."
"You do too," Hermione looked at her red dress. It fit Daphne perfectly and still left a lot to the imagination.
Hermione looked at Theo and laughed. They were wearing the same colors. He looked at his outfit, "I didn't think I looked too bad."
"No, you look great! It's just sort of ironic that we have on the same colors."
"Yeah, Blaise picked it out..." Theo trailed off and looked at Blaise suspiciously.
Blaise smiled, "You haven't told me I look good tonight." He pretended to be offended.
"You look great Blaise."
"You also look ravishing."
"Thanks," she beamed.
Dumbledore stood from the small table they were gathered around and said, "All greetings have been said. Let us eat." Food appeared, but Hermione couldn't help thinking that the House Elves must've forgotten the students were leaving as every inch on the table was taken up by some platter of food.
Hermione looked at Theo and smiled. He met her eyes and they stared a bit. She broke the connection and stood quickly, "I'm going to get a bit of fresh air." She left quicker then she stood up. Theo followed after with an excuse of going to the bathroom.
I'm so confused. Do I like him? Yes. No. Maybe? He has amazing eyes. I had always thought he was cute. Meeting him in the library could have been fate. Who knows? It's Thanksgiving and I'm not thankful because I'm so confused.
"Then don't be." A voice behind her said. She turned to see Theo standing there with a dreamy kind of look on his face.
"Don't be what?" She asked. Then she realized it, she had been talking out loud. Her eyes widened.
He chuckled. She started walking away but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. "Sorry," he muttered right before he bent down to kiss her. He had only one thought when he pulled away from the kiss. She kissed back! "So," he smirked, "What are you thankful for?"
Hermione thought for a moment and remembering Blaise's words, she smiled. "Bookworms."