Hey guys! Here's another chapter for my lovely readers. I'm still writing the Dramione version, not yet happy with what I've got for it. BUT. Here's the Theomione. I think I'll do between five and seven chapters more, and this version will be complete. No need for a whole new drama. Plus, I'd like to pursue a challenge one of my readers, 23Nelly, has presented me with. Anyways, here we go.

Chapter 21

Theodore woke Tuesday morning with a ridiculous smile on his face. Hermione had reluctantly gone to classes this morning, braving the day with a slight hangover. He, however, had decided to stay in bed for another few hours much to Hermione's distaste. He had tried to persuade her to join him, pulling out his charm and cocky grins but Hermione had gathered her books, and with a chaste kiss, had left him. He wasn't surprised, due to Hermione's love for all things academic-but his pride definitely took a hit as she hadn't seem at all perturbed by his methods of persuasion. Perhaps they could use that academic love of hers in the bedroom sometime, or maybe even an empty classroom…

Theo groaned, rolling over on the bed. Her side of his bed had grown cold, but still smelled of her. He breathed in deeply. "You're such a sap." He muttered to himself. He couldn't stop that goofy smile from returning, shaking his head. "You've lost your touch, dear boy." He rolled back onto his back, throwing his arm over his eyes.

He heard his door open, and he breathed in sharply-hope creeping into his body. He moved his arm slightly, peeking at the intruder.

"Hey, Theodore." Pansy greeted, moving towards his bed.

Theodore's hard-on instantly disappeared. He returned his arm back over his eyes.

"Anything you need, Pansy?" Theodore sighed heavily.

Pansy sat on the edge of his bed, chuckling quietly. "Still sleeping in the nude, darling?"

Theodore clutched the sheet firmly, pulling it up higher his torso with his free hand. "As always." He answered warily.

Pansy eyed Theodore more closely. His hair was disheveled, sticking up in random patches. His toned body tense, being caressed by the silk blue sheets. She could make out the outline of his lower half easily through the thin material, and she knew she was not a happy sight for him.

"Not happy to see me, Theodore?" Pansy pouted easily, her hand skimming his thigh.

Theodore's leg tensed, and he flinched at the contact. "Something you need?"

"You." Pansy purred, inching closer to his form.

Theodore's arm slid off his eyes, and he pushed himself into a sitting position. "Not that again, Pansy. You know I won't romp in the sheets with you." He flippantly stated, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"And why was that?" She asked between clenched teeth.

Theodore sighed. "Multiple reasons. The main one being you're Draco's shag, not mine."

"I don't belong to anyone, Nott." Pansy said slyly, leaning forward to kiss his jaw.

Theodore moved his head just out of reach, so Pansy's kiss landed on the side of his neck. "Not that you wouldn't like to. Let me guess, Draco isn't putting out again." He replied, his eyebrow rising in question.

Pansy's face reddened in anger and embarrassment. "I'm done with him. He's gotten too boring." Pansy crawled over Theodore's lap to straddle him. "But I hear you can get very…creative." She whispered huskily into his ear.

Any other time, Theodore probably would have just given in to Pansy. After all, his reputation did precede him. However, he was given hope that he could be different. As false as that hope seemed to him, he knew that if he did become Pansy's plaything for the morning, that he would lose Hermione Granger completely. He wasn't ready for that. Pansy had tried to fool around with him on various occasions, usually once things weren't panning out for her and Draco. It seemed he was always second best when it came to the Malfoy. He just wasn't sure what angle he was going to have to use in order to get her off of him.

Pansy had kissed a trail of wet kisses up his neck at this point, her hands slightly scratching down his abdomen. Theodore moved his head away, preventing her from kissing his lips.

"No, Pansy." Theodore grunted, grabbing her wrists to stop their journey towards his thighs.

Pansy laughed quietly, "Don't play games with me, Nott. You don't have to play hard to get, I want you rough and dominant. I hear you like that game, maybe add some handcuffs…"

Theodore flinched at her brazen words. "I'm not playing. I'm serious. Get off before I remove you by force."

"Don't tease me like that, Nott." Pansy murmured, grinding onto his lap.

Theodore roughly grabbed Pansy's upper arms, easily twisting them both so that she landed beneath him on the bed on her back. She arched her back, thrusting her ample cleavage into his face. "That's better." She whispered.

He felt her legs wrap around his waist, trying to pull him closer. He shook his head, freeing her arms as he tried to sit up. He grabbed her ankles, pulling them apart so that he could sit back on his heels. Pansy unbuttoned several of her blouse's buttons eagerly. "You've had a head start. You're already naked for me."

Theodore groaned. "Fuck. No, Pansy." He twisted himself off the bed, falling onto the floor with the sheet. He quickly stood, wrapping it around his waist.

Pansy huffed, "Get back here and finish what you started."

"I didn't start anything! You tried to! I do not want to shag, Pansy." Theodore yelled, walking backwards towards his bedroom door.

Pansy's face contorted in rage. She hastily redid her buttons, rolling off the bed onto her feet gracefully. She straightened her skirt and blouse as she strode towards him. "If you're too much of a wanker to do the job, I'll find someone else. And to think, you're the infamous 'sex' god." Pansy snarled, grabbing the door handle and roughly pulling it open.

Theodore moved aside as she stormed out of his room, slamming the door shut behind her. Theodore ran his hands through his hair, falling backwards onto his bed. "Not anymore. That's not me." He murmured harshly, trying to convince himself. The door knob turned once more, and Theodore tensed. Round two of Pansy.

"Hey, sexy." Hermione smiled easily, tossing her bag onto his floor as she briskly walked towards him.

Theodore sat up, a tight smile on his lips. He reached out for her, as she walked into his arms and gave him a passionate kiss. "Classes were very boring without you." She murmured against his lips.

Theodore smiled, pulling away slightly. "Oh really? Well, it was you who insisted you simply had to go."

"I'm glad I did. We had two quizzes and four assignments due, Theo. You're falling behind." She tutted, running her hands through his thick hair.

He leaned his forehead against hers. "I know. I'll make it up. Word of honor."

She kissed him again, purring. "You better."

"Or what, Miss Granger?" Theodore arched an eyebrow in amusement.

Hermione giggled. "No sex." She shrugged easily, giving him another kiss.

"What a typical woman, using sex as a weapon." Theodore laughed heartily, pulling her down onto the bed with him.

Hermione laughed with him, snuggling next to him. He put his arms around her, holding her to him as his fingers gently stroked her arm. Hermione kissed his chest. "You know, we're going to have to talk about lastnight."

"I know." Theodore agreed.

"But…?" Hermione trailed off.

He smiled sadly at her. "Not now, okay? I've missed you."

Hermione smiled brightly, "Did you?"

"Extremely so. I've become a sap." Theodore chuckled, ruffling her hair.

Hermione hid her face against his shoulder. "I missed you too." She whispered shyly.

Ta da! There you are. What a sneakysnake that Pansy! What does she think she's doing?! D' you think Hermione will find out that Pansy tried to seduce Theo? Or will Pansy twist the story to her favor? Da da dada daaaa! I'm sorry it's not so long. I promised a reader I'd upload today, so here it is. BTW!

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