Warning: This Chapter is NSFW!
"What do you mean you 'stayed the night?'"
Hermione paused, currently bent over Ginny and Harry's bathroom counter, leaning closer to the mirror to properly apply some borrowed eyeliner across her lower lid, the sharpened pencil poised just over her skin. "Well, technically speaking, it means I slept in a bed beside him. Though, to be fair, we didn't actually sleep very much."
"'Mione… Hermione… I… but you… Jesus Christ, you hardly know this man!" Harry stood in the doorway, his hands wringing like he was her father as opposed to best friend. She loved Harry, endlessly, but his almost paternal worry was sometimes, just sometimes, too much.
It came from a place of love. She knew that. He'd caught the aftermath of her less than smooth break up with Michael and, since then, seemed keen on protecting her heart on her behalf.
"Oh, I didn't tell you about the background check I ran on him?" Swiping the kohl along her lower lid, she did her best to refrain from rolling her eyes, lest she ruin the makeup she was hastily applying.
"You did?"
"Of course I fucking didn't, Harry. It was a date! A first date at that! I was just… going with the flow, carpe diem or whatever. I didn't intend on sleeping with him, but the hotel was nice—really fucking nice—and… Well, one thing led to another and the rest is history." Snapping the gold cap back on the pencil, she leaned back from the mirror, assessing her application from afar. "Huh, this stuff is nice. Yves Saint Lauren... Do you know how much Ginny spends on this?"
"Fifty bucks?"
"Fifty?!" Hermione eyed the pencil skeptically before she dropped it back into her far too organized makeup drawer, purposefully making sure it ended up in a place other than where she'd pulled it from. "Too rich for my blood."
"I don't bloody well know. I don't frequent the Nordstrom makeup counter. Shocking, I know."
"Truly."
"Anyways, can we please get back on topic?"
"Oh, right, of course." Her fingers were in her curls, primping the mess into a more acceptable state. She'd taken a shower this morning with Draco, which had turned into a near religious experience instead of an opportunity to clean each other up (to say she'd never look at shower heads the same way again was an understatement). Her curls had dried naturally due to the lack of product. It wasn't her intention, but with Ginny's limited supply of hair products, and what she could scrounge up from the trunk of her MINI, she was hoping to make it through brunch without looking like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. "Which topic was that again? How I'm amazing and brought not one, not two, but three pitchers or orange juice, or how you told me to show up a full two hours early to your fucking brunch?"
"I wouldn't have to lie to you if you'd show up on time, you know." Harry crossed his arms, the hint of the red and black tattoo ink on his forearms peeking out from beneath his henley. "But neither of those. I am referring to the topic of you shagging a complete stranger on your first date."
"Harry, you've known me for almost four years. Does this really surprise you?" Spinning around, she let her hands fall behind her to the quartz countertop, head tilting to the side as she leaned back, crossing her legs at her ankles.
He opened and closed his mouth not once, twice, or three times, but five. Five fucking instances, he'd thought of something to say but thought better, and while it wasn't perfect, Hermione considered that to be tremendous personal growth on his part.
She lifted her hand to silence him before he could spew some nonsense about being 'concerned for her' or wanting to make sure she wasn't 'acting foolish.' Newsflash: She was.. She didn't need verbal reminders of his love for her. She saw it in his actions, in the way he'd message her just to check in when she went radio silent. Not to mention the way he brought her lunch without asking and helped her with odd jobs around her apartment without giving her too much grief.
Her Payless flats slapped loudly against the tile as she crossed the bathroom to him and she took his hand, holding it gently between both of hers. "Harry, I appreciate your concern. I do—really." She held his gaze, thumb stroking gently over the top of his palm. "But I can make these choices on my own. I'm not asking you to like them, but you do need to be supportive of them." That wasn't too much to ask, was it? Surely not. "Because if you don't, I might have to murder you and take your place as your unborn baby's father and god only knows I'd make Ginny way happier than you could—even without a cock."
His lips lifted despite the obvious war that waged within his heart and he slipped his hand from between hers to cradle the side of her face, the rough pad of his thumb stroking across the high of her cheek bone. Emerald eyes, so big and beautiful and vibrant, poured into hers, speaking his silent concerns, reminding her that despite having been alone for almost half her life, she didn't have to be anymore.
He was there for her.
He'd always be there for her.
He was family.
With a heavy sigh, Harry let their gaze break, his eyes drifting shut as he shook his head ever so slightly before guiding her into his arms and pressing his lips against her forehead. His fingers slipped into her curls, holding her close as he looped his other arm over her shoulders. "Just be safe, okay?" The words were murmured against her skin, his lips not yet leaving her.
Her heart swelled, like the fucking Grinch, growing until she felt that tightness in her chest she'd begun to associate with the familial love he and Ginny both provided. "Yes, Dad."
"I mean it, 'Mione." He pulled back, guiding her head to tilt back so he could look her in the eye once more. "Be safe—smart, even."
She could feel unwanted tears prick her eyes. The emotional toll of his friendship still felt like too much after all these years. She'd struggled with her own self worth after her parents' passing, constantly striving to better herself as a means of making them proud. She was her own worst critic, she knew this. Hearing his words of concern (and at times, affirmation) felt overwhelming sometimes, especially when she was riddled with self-doubt that whispered in her ear that she was failing a little too often.
"Okay, okay! That's enough of that." Patting his chest, Hermione dislodged herself from his hold. Her hands smoothed the gaudy floral dress she'd found stuffed in the trunk of her car, long forgotten after her Easter vacation in Monterey with the Potters. "You've got guests showing up any minute and I'm fairly certain there is a lot more food to be prepped."
Slipping past Harry, she moved from the bathroom, taking several quick breaths to harness her runaway emotions. Breaking down before his party because she was thankful for his friendship was honestly the absolute last thing she needed.
"Who all did you all invite anyway?" Opening the bedroom door, she paused to take one last look in the standing mirror, making sure the Downy spray she'd pilfered from their laundry room had done its job of smoothing the wrinkles from her dress before she slipped from the room.
"The usual bunch. Dean, Seamus, Eric from accounting, Dorcas, Ella-Mae—"
Ella-Mae.
God. If it were possible to dislike her, Hermione would positively, absolutely hate that woman.
It wasn't that she was Theo's baby-mama, though that small fact didn't help. It was that she was absolutely fucking perfect. Looks. Personality. Charm. The whole fucking package! And, she was nice. Not like fake nice, but she was the kind of person who brought over homemade chicken noodle soup when someone was sick because she was genuinely concerned. The kind of nice that bought good gifts for everyone on their birthday instead of a gift card to Starbucks. The kind of nice that Hermione wanted to be, but wasn't capable of.
"—and Eli, of course. Oh I think Theo is coming by, too."
She nearly tripped down the stairs, her hand curling tighter around the railing. "Theo?" Her voice cracked, and if Harry were more astute, he might've picked up on the almost panicked tone coloring her words. "Oh, that's… Uh, weird."
"Yeah. I guess they're doing the kid exchange today and Ginny figured why not invite him." Harry moved beside her when they reached the bottom of the stairs, his arm looping around her shoulders. "Why? Got a thing for him now, too?"
"Ha! Yeah… Right." Hermione did her best to suppress her nervous laughter, opting to cover it with a cough as they moved into the open concept kitchen-living space on the ground floor of their home.
She knew brunch was a bad idea, what with all the people, and the delicious (see: calorie heavy) food that was sure to be present. But seeing Theo after spending the night with Draco seemed like a poor decision—especially because she rarely kept her hands to herself around him.
"Go fish."
"Bullshit!"
"Hermione Jean!"
"What?!" Looking up from the set of Sponge-Bob playing cards, Hermione twisted in the tiny chair that she'd managed to fold herself into fifteen minutes earlier when Teddy and Eli begged (more like demanded) her to join them for a round of Go Fish.
Apparently Eli had never played before, no surprise there, and Teddy was intent on teaching the four-year-old. Eli, however, looked as if he'd rather make fucked up origami out of the playing cards instead of learning how to play the game.
"Language." Ginny widened her eyes as she gestured to the now giggling boys that sat opposite the small folding table. "You're playing with children."
"Yeah? Well, they're also liars." Turning around to face the pair once more, she pointed two fingers at her own eyes before turning the gesture on them. "I'm watching you two, you know? I can see when you're not telling the truth and guess what? I've got Santa on speed dial."
"Oh, for fuck's sake." She heard a sigh from somewhere behind her before the distinct stomps of her footfalls approached like some sort of angry redheaded rhinoceros. "That's enough of that. Auntie Minnie needs to come join the grown-ups like a real adult."
"But Aunt Giiiinny." Teddy pouted, his little nose wrinkling as his lips pulled downward.
Eli mimicked the older boy, large forest green eyes widening as he looked up. "Auntie Ginny, please?"
Eli Nott. Sweet, innocent, baby angel, Eli. Hermione almost loved him as much as she adored Teddy, especially when he turned those big, beautiful eyes on anyone other than herself. She'd never meant to fall for the little boy. She'd kept him at arm's length for a while, not wanting to complicate her fuck-buddy situation, but… he was so fucking cute.
Dirty blond hair, big green eyes, and dimples, God, how could she not want to just eat him alive when he had dimples? So, instead of avoiding the boy, she'd found herself treating him no different than her adopted nephew—showering him with love, affection, gifts, and loads of candy. It wasn't her problem if he had a sugar high after their get-together, that mess was on Ella-Mae and Theo.
Before Ginny could break their hearts any further, Hermione set her cards on the table and snatched her champagne flute, taking a large gulp of the mimosa as she unfolded herself from the chair. "It's alright, boys. We knew this would happen. I'm afraid my time has come to join the ranks." She lifted her hand to her head in a mock salute. "I'll miss you both… Pray for my safety."
"God speed!" Teddy returned the gesture, trying his best to keep his face void of emotion as he watched his Aunt tug Hermione backwards by the crook of her arm.
Eli, who clearly had a lot to learn still, broke into a fit of giggles, his little hands crinkling the cards. "You're so silly, Minnie!"
Hermione stumbled backward, lips turned upwards in a wide grin as Ginny navigated her through the sitting area towards the kitchen where the adults gathered about the kitchen island.
"How many have you had?" Just as the champagne flute touched her lips, Ginny took it before Hermione had a chance to drain it, quizzically cocking her brow.
Too many. That would be the proper answer.
"I don't know… like… two?" Okay, probably double that, but she was allowed to self-medicate! Ginny didn't know the specifics about her arrangement with Theo and was happily married to her best friend, but there was no freaking way she hadn't noticed how utterly delicious he looked today.
Fitted jeans, a simple grey shirt that hugged his chest just right, and a dark brown leather jacket. The outfit itself wasn't exactly something to write home about, but it was everything else. His hair was casually done, looking as if he'd woken up and only run pomade through it with his fingers, and a layer of stubble covered his cheeks.
She couldn't help but wonder what it might feel like against her thighs and her—
"Hermione! I was just telling Theo and Ron about that Thai place you recommended in Sunnyvale. What was the name again?" Ella-Mae was leaning against the island, clutching a cucumber-mint water, her perfectly manicured fingernails tapping lightly against the glass as her blue eyes lifted to the ceiling in thought. "Ramen? No, that's Japanese not Thai… Shoot."
"Rama," Theo supplied before Hermione could get the word off her tongue.
Ella-Mae snapped her fingers, head bobbing. "Yes! That's it—wait, have you been there?"
"Yeah, Theo. Have you?" Hermione was going to kill him. Murder was still illegal, but she could claim it was the mimosa's fault. No one would hold her accountable for her actions.
"No! No... I just—" He cleared his throat, lifting his Bloody Mary to his lips to take a quick drink. "I've heard things, that's all. This isn't the first time you've raved about it. Remember?"
"Huh… Not really. Oh well, regardless, you really ought to go Ron!" Reaching out she laid a hand on the redhead's arm affectionately. "Maybe Hermione could take you before you head back to Boston?"
Fuck! She was in on it, too. Ginny and Harry had clearly sunk their claws into her and converted her to the 'Ron+Hermione' bandwagon.
"It's Chicago but uh… Sure?" Ron glanced at Hermione over the rim of his mimosa, eyes widening as he lifted the glass to tip back its contents. It was clearly no secret that their friend group was trying to push them together, but they'd gone from subtle to damn near in their faces about it. "Sounds fun."
"Oh! Good!" Ella-Mae clapped, a small squeal of excitement tickling her tone.
"On that note, I'm going to go pee." Hermione forced a smile at E.M. as she began to back away. God, she needed more champagne if she was going to make it through anymore of this awkward mess, but Ginny was clearly intent on cutting her off.
Catching Theo's attention, Hermione rolled her eyes to convey her annoyance with the entire situation before she spun on her heel and made a beeline for the staircase.
Could she use the bathroom on the first floor? Sure. But why on Earth would she do that when she could sneak upstairs and take her sweet ass time. Hopefully it would give Ron a chance to dislodge himself from the overenthusiastic blonde.
She didn't mind E.M.'s happy-go-lucky attitude on most occasions, but it was nearly impossible to refrain from being her usual sarcastic self when she was half a bottle deep.
Taking the stairs two at a time, Hermione reached the top quickly before she moved down the hall, sneaking past Teddy's room where the boys had apparently snuck off to after their card game ended prematurely. She'd almost made it to the bathroom, just a few feet from the door, when she heard the familiar whisper of her name from the other end of the hallway.
Theo was just behind her, that same mischievous glint in his beautiful eyes that made her stomach clench in anticipation.
This was it.
This was what she was trying to hide from.
He was the precise reason why she'd drank so fucking much.
She held no loyalty to him, after all, they were just sleeping together. God only knew the string of women and men that came and went from his bedroom, but as he approached, the distance between them rapidly closing, she couldn't deny the small twinge of guilt that ate at the very centre of her chest.
"Heeeey there." Smooth. Real fucking smooth. She should teach classes on the ability not look like a fucking idiot in front of insanely handsome men. "What's up?"
Theo put his finger to his lips as he tip-toed past the open bedroom door. Once within arm's reach, he pulled her to him, his hands sliding across her hips, fingers splayed wide over her arse as he brought their bodies together in the hallway. His mouth found hers easily, the soft pillow of his lips made her knees buckle. Her hands found his broad shoulders, clinging to them so she didn't melt in the middle of Harry and Ginny's hallway.
He lifted her like she weighed nothing, cradling her body to his as he pushed her against the wall, nearly knocking down a lovely family portrait of the Potters from last spring. His kiss was frantic, as if he hadn't just been with her three nights prior, like he'd missed the touch and feel of her skin beneath his fingertips.
"Theo—we can't." Despite her words, her lips moved against his, hands sliding through his hair, ruining what little semblance of order it had. "We're in the—ah!—hallway." His teeth nipped at her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as his hands gripped the bottom of her dress, sliding the fabric higher and higher and higher until she felt the warmth of his fingers on her ass. "Someone could… find us."
Theo grunted softly against her lips, his hips pushing mercilessly against hers, grinding his straining erection into her core leaving zero questions about his intentions. He wanted her, preferably now. "I can fix that." Pulling back from their kiss, he looked down the hallway, eyes flickering to the bathroom door that lay ajar just across the hall, and then over to a shut door opposite of it. "Perfect." He eased her body up higher, arms locking tighter as he moved down the hall.
She let out a small squeak, her arms tightening around his neck as an unintended laugh bubbled up her throat. Jesus, this was absolutely not what she expected when she agreed to come over, not that she minded, but definitely not her envisioned day.
Theo carried them across the hall , stumbling only slightly under her weight as his shoulder crashed into the opposite wall, knocking several pictures askew. "Fucking hell."
"Careful!" Hermione pressed on the wall, palm pushing against the plaster to prevent him from guiding her directly into it. "Despite popular belief, I am breakable, you know?"
Theo's fingers dug into her ass, his grip borderline painful. "Oh, I don't know about that… You can take a bit of pain." His voice was low, dripping with the promise of what he was going to do to her once he got her out of the hallway and alone.
Stumbling towards the door, Theo fumbled with the knob, only managing to twist it just enough to let them inside before he let it snap shut with a soft kick of his heel.
His mouth was on her neck, all teeth and tongue, as he worked down her exposed skin until he could mouth at the tops of her breasts with a renewed hunger. And despite how fucking badly she wanted this, how great his cock felt grinding into her most intimate parts, she couldn't ignore the ebb of shame that tugged on her heart strings.
She'd slept with Draco less than twenty-four fucking hours ago.
This morning she rode his cock in a posh hotel room and then held his face between her thighs in the shower. She'd cried out his name and saw the galaxies bloom behind her lids. She'd welcomed the morning sun with a fucking fantastic orgasm and didn't regret a single part of her time with the blond. She had nothing to be ashamed of, she wasn't dating Theo, she owed him no explanation.
But logic, however infallible, didn't matter when it came to matters of the heart.
"Theo, stop." She pushed lightly on his shoulders. "Theo… Theo, please." His kisses moved further south, chin pushing the neckline of her dress lower until he could wrap his lips around her nipple through the flimsy see through fabric of her bralette. "Theo stop!"
He set her down immediately, his hands lifting as he took a step back, putting a respectable amount of space between them. "What? Did I… Is everything okay?" Concern swirled in his eyes, overpowering the glassy lust that had colored them moments earlier. "I'm sorry if I—"
"I fucked someone else." God, she was a piece of shit. She didn't deserve someone like Theo. Someone who respected her boundaries. Someone who didn't hesitate at her request to stop, no matter how far they'd gone. Someone who cared about her, despite her numerous flaws.
"I'm sorry—what?"
"I fucked someone… last night. I… uh… I went on a date and slept with someone." Her teeth worried her bottom lip as she dropped her eyes from his face to burn holes into the carpet. She was prepared for shame, prepared to take the brunt of his anger, prepared to be told she was a slut, or slag—she could vaguely remember Ginny using that word once or twice. Regardless of the slur, she was ready to take whatever he'd give. "I just thought you ought to know… before this—"
"Did you enjoy it?"
Her mind screeched to a halt, wayward thoughts freeze framing mid-sentence in her mind as her brow furrowed. Her fingers flexed at her sides, eyes slowly lifting up his body. Starting at the toes of his boots, she moved up his lean legs, across his abdomen, before finally settling on his face, which held an almost predatory smile.
"Uh… Come again?"
Theo moved slowly, one hand smoothing his rumpled hair down as the other reached for her, fingers hovering just over her hip, waiting for permission to touch her again. His hulking body towered over her, overpowering her with his mere presence, as he leaned in until his lips were just against the shell of her ear, hot puffs of breath tickling across her cheek and down her neck.
"I said… Did you enjoy it?"
Oh this was… this was not what she was expecting.
She trembled, whether from anticipation or nerves, she would never know—quite possibly both. "I did." Her confession was whispered, afraid if she spoke too loudly others might hear what an absolute tart she was.
Theo hummed, the rumble of his chest vibrating straight through her as he leaned down, featherlight lips running across her neck. "Did he make you come, Granger?" His teeth grazed over the taunt tendon. "Did you enjoy having his cock in your pretty little pussy?" She gulped. When did it get so fucking hot in here? "How many times did you let him fuck you? Did he come in your cunt or in that gorgeous mouth of yours?"
Her eyes widened, memories of her night pulled to the forefront of her mind. The bed, soft and supple, the weight of his body crushing hers. The window sill, the press of cold glass against her spine, the feeling of his hips biting her inner thighs with each thrust. The shower, his hands spreading her wide, the softness of his hair between her fingertips.
A whimper slipped from her lips despite her better judgment, and she shivered. "Theo… I–ohgod—you d-don't want to k-know that." His mouth was on her neck, nibbling, biting, licking against her skin as his hands began to pull up her floral dress fistful by fistful until the cold air splashed against her thighs.
"But I do." His teeth grazed her shoulder, working the neck of her dress wide until it slipped over the cap of her shoulder. "I want to hear how much you loved fucking someone else… and how you still want my cock despite coming for someone else." She felt fingers dance along her hip, slowly walking their way across the waistband of what she considered her sensible pair of panties. "How you can't wait for me to bend you over and fill you with my cock."
Did she want that?
Wasn't she still sore?
Fuck, she did.
She wanted it—him—more than anything.
That needy ache between her thighs bloomed, pulsing with renewed vigor despite the lingering soreness from her exploits just hours before. She wasn't sure if it made her a slut, or a nymphomanic, or if she might have a clinical fucking problem, but when she felt two fingers press into the center of her panties, dragging a low line down her slit, her knees nearly buckled.
"Fuck… Already so wet for me, you filthy girl." Theo kissed her neck, his breath caressing her shoulder and the tops of her breast as he laid his forehead against her clavicle. "Say it, Granger… Tell me what I want to hear... Be my good girl and I'll give you what you need."
She was going to hell.
No question about it, and from the way it seemed, Theo would have a front row ticket right next to her.
"I want you to fuck me. I want your cock." Her hands trembled as she lifted them to his chest, fingers sliding over the dips and curves of the defined muscles hidden beneath his shirt. "Please…"
He spun her quickly, large hands gripping her hips, holding her tight against his front so his denim covered cock pressed against her ass.
The world felt topsy turvey, nothing made fucking sense, and she barely had time to register the room he'd stumbled into contained a crib as he moved them from where they stood in the centre. Her mind whirled, hands desperately gripping his forearms. They were in the nursery, Ginny and Harry's shrine to their future child. Fuck! They were about to fuck in a goddamned nursary. If that didn't send red flags waving, nothing else would.
"No, no, no!" Hermione rushed out, gulping thickly. "N-not the crib."
Theo stopped moving, his hands still curled tightly around the jut of her hip bones and she felt his mouth lift from her shoulder, looking around the room for the first time. "Oh, bugger." Had she not felt so needy, she might have laughed. "Shite, um… maybe we can—"
"The dresser." Hermione looked over her shoulder, tongue moistening her kiss swollen lips. "It's sturdier. Less creaky."
Theo's eyes danced, the dark green captivating, exciting. The color was so unique, something she'd only ever seen replicated in his son. Dark, bold, beautiful, she could spend hours getting lost in their depths, unable to look away as emotions rippled across their surface. "God, you're fucking perfect."
"Hardly."
"Shut up." His mouth was on hers again in an instant, craning her neck back with the strong grip of his large hand on her jaw. He began to walk them across the room, nearly tripping over the plush shag rug that sat in the center of the nursery on his quest to press her against the changing table-dresser combination.
Biting her bottom lip as he pulled away, Theo's smile widened at her low whimper of pain-pleasure. "Bend over."
She'd bought this particular piece of furniture with Ginny no less than three weeks prior. They'd discussed the practicality of having the dual purpose piece of furniture—how it would really be beneficial and space saving. She'd sat in a fucking Buy Buy Baby, debating white verse brown, and now, she would never be able to look at it the same.
This memory would forever be seared into her mind.
But she couldn't even begin to deny how fucking excited she was.
Bending at the waist with gentle encouragement from his hand on her spine, Hermione leaned over the dresser, her head cocking to the side so it didn't hit the wall. She reached back, gathering her dress in rapid fistfuls as she heard the distinct clink of his belt opening.
"You need to hurry. Before someone realiz—"
Smack!
The sharp snap of pain flared to life on her right asscheek. Like an electric shock, warmth bloomed from its epicenter, spreading across her skin until she felt the flush all the way up to her cheeks. "Don't tell me what to do, Granger. I know exactly what you need."
He curled a finger into the crotch of her panties, knuckle brushing over her sodden slit, tickling lightly against her clit. Her fingers scraped the surface of the dresser, searching for purpose as she rocked back into his touch.
"Did he do this to you?" His voice was but a purr again—low, rough, syrupy. Like she could pour it over ice cream. The things he did to her with just his filthy words should be illegal. He was a father for Christ's sake! "Did he make you this wet?"
The answer was more complicated than she had the ability to answer. Yes, Draco had done these things to her, but not like this. He didn't make her melt, or wish for her own demise via his cock. He didn't make her question her sanity by bending her over a changing table and he didn't make her beg to be fucked. "N-No."
His laugh was deep, rumbly, and sent trembles down her spine. He yanked her panties down her thighs and she felt his lips slide across her backside as he bent low to work them over her ankles.
Widening her stance, she dared to look over her shoulder when she felt one of his hands at her waist. His cock brushed against her slit, coating the head in her essence. "I know just what you need, don't I, Granger?" He notched himself at her entrance, barely pushing inside before pulling back. "I know exactly what your body craves."
Cocky. Arrogant. Infuri—
"Fuck, Theo!" He pushed inside her roughly, skin snapping loudly against her ass. Her hips slammed into the dresser before he pulled back to deliver another brutal stroke. He didn't waste any time, using all of his strength to push and pull her pliant body with each frantic thrust, fingertips digging into the soft skin at her hips.
"So fucking good… So perfect."
His praise sounded miles away, distant, lost through the fog that was her mind. She couldn't focus on his praise, nor how utterly wrong it was for him to be doing this to her only a room away from where his son and her nephew played. Not to mention the party downstairs. Anyone could walk in. Anyone could find them.
"No one fucks you like I do. No one makes you feel this good."
"Ohgodohgodohgod."
She tried to stay quiet, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she felt her body wind up at record speed. They had only just begun but she could already feel herself teetering on the edge of oblivion, toes curled around the ledge, ready to dive into the chaos. And just as suddenly as she rose with the waves, she was consumed.
Her cunt spasmed around him, body desperately trying to pull him with her as she smothered her face against her arm to prevent herself from announcing her climax to the occupants of the house.
Her body spasmed, limbs twitching as her nerve endings fired pulse after pulse to her muscles, and Theo kept his pace, delivering body jeering thrusts into her until he found his own end. His body doubled over hers, a soft growl marking his completion as she felt his seed spill inside her in bursts, filling her completely until she could feel the distinct trickle of it running down the inside of her thighs.
"So good." Theo's lips were at her damp hairline, pressing tender kisses across her scalp as he lifted her up. He had one arm around her middle, fingers fanned wide across her stomach, stroking reverently across the layer of softness that padded her middle while his other hand stroked her side. "Such a good girl for me."
It was these twilight moments, stuck between reality and the hazy europhia, that Hermione secretly craved. His touch, his words, his affection. Sex with Theo was amazing, he checked all her boxes, making her body do things she wasn't even fucking aware were possible. (Hello, vaginally stimulated orgasm. Talking specifically about you.) But the after care was about as transcendent as it came.
She could've lived in these moments forever. Cozy, curled up against his body, enveloped in the warmth of his arms and listening to the soft whisper of his words.
"'Mione?"
"Mother fucker." Her elbow sunk into Theo's middle unwittingly in her haste to get away. Harry's voice carried closer, the familiar cadence of his heavy footfall growing closer with each second that passed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Her hands smoothed out the wrinkles of her dress before they moved up to primp her curls, nails scratching at her hairline to break apart the sheen of sweat. "Where is my underwear?"
"Shh!" Theo was already tucking himself back into his jeans, making quick work of fastening his belt, and just as he was threading the tail of his belt through the loops, he froze, listening intently as Harry's footsteps echoed just outside the door.
This was it.
This was the day she had to try and explain the two year fuck-buddy relationship.
This might also be the day Harry finally punched Theo in the nose—something he'd literally daydreamed about since hearing second-hand about a fight he'd had with E.M.
"'Mione?"
"Harry! Get back down here! She's fine—probably just having a wee."
Bless Ginny.
"Or taking a shit."
Seamus she could live without.
Theo snorted, his hand moving to cover his lips, dark green eyes wide as he fought back a laugh. It wasn't until Harry moved back down the hallway that Theo finally let loose the chuckle. "You're friends are… something else."
"Whatever, asshole." Hermione sighed, shaking her head, gaze averted from Theo to the floor. "Just help me find my fucking underwear please."
"You mean these?" Theo was already by the door, the nude pair of bikini cut panties dangling off his index finger.
"Yes! Can I—"
"No… I don't think so." He curled his fist around them, humming with amusement as he tucked them into the front pocket of his jeans. "I think I'll keep this pair."
"Theo, that's not funny!"
"Was I laughing?"
"Give me my underwear."
His nose wrinkled, lips pursing as if he was actually considering her demand before he shook his head.
"No." His hand was already on the knob, twisting the cold metal and pulling the door open. "Just don't bend over and you'll be fine."
"Are you—Theo!" Her foot stomped, eyes widening as she watched him back out from the door into the hallway. "Theo, get back here!"
"See ya downstairs, Granger." He winked, actually fucking winked, at her like the Bond villian he was, before spinning on his heel and disappearing down the hallway. Only the sound of a far too cheery whistle marked his location as he made his way downstairs to return to the party.
Author's Note:
many thanks to dreamsofdramione for the inspiration about using the dresser vs the crib. We both came to the conclusion the crib was much too fragile. haha!
Until next time. xx
