A/N: So it's been awhile since we've checked on our favorite Head students. Sorry about the wait, I apparently have a very short attention span. Well, here you go.
It was now three weeks into the school year, and Hermione was beyond frustrated. She so badly wanted one Theodore Nott, and her wet dreams about him were getting worse. She had sent an owl to Harry requesting some Muggle art supplies, not giving an explanation as to why she wanted them; she hoped a hobby would help keep her mind out of the gutter. He had wasted no time in sending them, as well as a short note as to how the Auror Academy was going. Harry was, of course, top of his class; also not surprising, Ron was the bottom. Hermione loved him like a brother, but the man was an idiot. She had been so proud of him for wanting to do something so extreme, but now she wondered why she hadn't tried to convince him to do something else. According to Harry, however, he was thinking about dropping out to help his brother George at the joke shop.
Ever since Fred had died in the Battle of Hogwarts, George was struggling to hold on and keep his business from floundering. Where he'd been such a people person before, he could barely speak to anyone now. Maybe Ron would do better there than in the Academy. She would always be a firm believer that he should have finished school, though. Then maybe he would have done better with all of the training.
As she was thinking about her two best guy friends, she started absentmindedly painting on a blank canvas. She was swirling some colors together, blending others, creating a work of art. Her mind switched to school and her Arithmancy project with Theo. They'd finished working out all of the equations that they would need for their presentation, they just needed to do some more research and write a few essays before coming up with what they wanted to say.
She was so excited to learn that Theo had a passion for school that rivaled hers; spending whatever time they both could studying together in their private library. Of course, they also had prefect meetings, and round schedules to write up in between, so they were kept busy. Hermione never put two people from the same house as partners for rounds, and Theo couldn't argue with the logic of making new friends. She did, however, always put the two of them together; which he very much enjoyed.
Hermione's hand continued to move across the canvas without thought. Her mind wandered off to Theo himself. He was so sexy. It was torture living so close to him, but not being able to touch him. She was almost to the point where she was ready to tell Theo about her attraction and see where it went. This idea was swiftly dismissed, however, at the possibility that he would laugh at her and shoot her down completely. She didn't have enough self-esteem to deal well with outright rejection, so she would just keep any naughty thoughts to herself.
She stopped painting, standing back to see what she'd created. She set down her supplies and had to hit herself in the head with her palm, as she looked at a classical-style painting of Theodore Nott. She used her wand to dry the painting, deciding to hide it in the back of her closet. She was so embarrassed; good thing he would never see it.
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Theo was starting to feel overwhelmed; not by school, by Hermione. He found himself sniffing the air as she passed like a dog in heat; finding any excuse to sit next to her: class, studying, a question; brushing up against her nonchalantly as they walked down the hall or sat close together. He was getting awfully tired of having to touch himself every morning, and was beginning to contemplate just telling her how he felt.
He brushed the idea off as silly, since girls were more interested in a relationship and he wasn't in that mindset. He was still holding out hope that she would want a purely physical relationship, but wasn't to the point where he could bring himself to so blatantly ask.
Theo was working on an assignment for Divination. The assignment was, surprisingly, to figure out who was most likely to die in their year. As there was no rhyme or reason to the subject, Theo was currently trying to map out the lives of everyone in his year. He'd used tea leaves on the few people that actually drank tea in the Great Hall, and used the crystal ball on everyone else. Even doing so, he was no closer to an answer. It seemed to him like everyone was destined to live in a Voldemort-free era, and that sounded like no one was likely to die.
Opting to write his essay with the conclusion that now that there was no longer a dark cloud hanging over the wizarding world, no one was likely to die in his year. He knew that it wouldn't be the answer that Professor Trelawny was hoping for, but hoped for decent marks on the paper anyway.
He was just finishing up when he heard Hermione open the door to her room. He poked his head out of the library to ask what she was up to, but saw she'd already gone downstairs to their commons. He shrugged and finished his essay. It wasn't due for another two weeks, but that would just give him time to revise it a few times before he turned it in.
He made his way to his room, deciding to turn in a bit early for the evening. More sleep than normal never hurt anyone, but he doubted he would actually get any more sleep. His dreams were picking up in both frequency and intensity. He had taken to setting up silencing charms around his room just to keep Hermione from possibly waking up from hearing something untoward from his room. He used the restroom and brushed his teeth before setting his nightly charm. It didn't take long to slip into another dream.
Theo knocked on the door to Hermione's room, not waiting for her to answer before barging in. She was sitting on the side of the bed in surprise at his rudeness, one hand covering her naked breasts and one frantically searching for a sheet to pull over her. Theo didn't give her the chance to hide herself completely from his view and walked right over to where she sat.
He yanked her body up to press against his, pulling her arms to her sides in the process. He pressed a hot kiss to her mouth, then to her throat, eliciting a moan from the witch. She started clutching at his clothes, trying desperately to rip them off of him in her haze. She gave up with her fumbling and vanished his clothes with a wave of her hand, using wandless magic.
He registered a slight surprise at that brief exposure to such an advanced form of magic, but forgot almost immediately why he had had the thought to begin with. He pushed the now writhing woman back against her bed, slowly lowering her onto the bedspread. She wriggled a bit under him, and pulled her panties off, leaving her completely bare for him to see. He didn't take the time to do so, as he was too busy nibbling at her neck as he pushed her legs apart.
He pushed the head of his cock against her opening, giving a few thrusts until he was in to the hilt. She had stopped breathing for a few seconds at the intrusion, loving the feel of how he stretched her until she felt like he would rip her apart. The two started moving; synchronized completely with every thrust.
The two shared a passionate kiss, right as Hermione reached her climax. Theo gave a shout at the feel of her gripping him like a glove. The imagery sent him over the edge as well. He grabbed the witch's leg and pushed it up, going deep for those final few thrusts before—
Theo was jerked out of his erotic dream right at the end, his pajama bottoms stuck to him. He was breathing heavily and gave a loud curse as he just stripped down to nothing, laying there in the cool air for a while before being able to fall back to sleep, just to have another one of those dreams.
A/N: please, review
