Anticipation coiled in the pit of his stomach like a cat would curl up in front of a raging fire. Today, he would see her. He loved how her dark hair hung loosely down her back, how her hazel eyes lit up when she was talking about something she loved and was passionate about. Teddy had never once spoken about his infatuation, not even to his godfather Harry. He had however often daydreamed about how he would tell Harry:

"Harry… Can I talk to you? Man to man?"

"Of course you can. You don't need to ask."

"I... I think I'm in thatwordIshouldn'tuseunlessI'…"

"Oh?" Harry would inquire. "Do I know her?"

"Yes, you do actually…" At this point Teddy's hair would turn a deep red, as would his cheeks in embarrassment.

"I do? Who is it?" Harry's green eyes would pierce into Teddy's, curious as to why he's become so embarrassed.

"It's… Her…mi…one."

"Oh!" Harry would exclaim, not expecting that to be his answer. He would look intently at his flushed godson. "Are you sure it's not just a teenage crush?"

Harry." Teddy would respond, his face serious. "I'm 20 years old. The time of teenage crushes has well and truly passed."

There the daydream would end, his mind travelling to thoughts of Hermione, her hair, her eyes, her curvaceous form. He knew he shouldn't look at her the way he did, but he couldn't help it. In his eyes, she was beautiful, and all he wanted was her, more than he'd wanted anything in his life.

As he lay in bed on a night; he imagined how he could seduce her, how she would be oh so willing. He wanted her so badly it made him ache. Just thinking about her aroused him, his heart would start to race; sweat beaded on his forehead as he attempted to control his urges. "Oh… fuck." He whispered. The fantasy in his head became increasingly more vivid. To the point where it felt as though Hermione was there, kissing him, touching him. Teddy would lay breathless and panting, cheeks flushed and his hand wet and sticky. He'd moan, not in pleasure, but in disgust. He shouldn't even be thinking of his godfather's best friend in such a sexual capacity, let alone masturbating to thoughts of her.

He pushed the thoughts of Hermione out his mind as he dressed, not too casual, but not too smart either. A mix of the two. A black shirt with a pink tie, black skinny jeans and converse trainers. He tried to tame his mass of thick brown hair, but to no avail. So instead of wasting the precious minutes before Hermione turned up fussing over uncontrollable hair, he pulled his wand out and cast a cleaning spell. His apartment immediately straightened out. Everything in its correct place. It looked as though nothing had ever been touched.

A knock at the door signaled Hermione's arrival. Teddy jumped. She was early. He walked to the door; and opened it slowly, not wanting to seem too eager.

"Hermione." He smiled, pulling the door wide open. "Come in."