A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters/locations related to the franchise. That all belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. I hope you enjoy the only thing I do own...the plot. Also M rating for language and possible sexually explicit scenes (really just wanted to be safe with the rating).

Mature Content Ahead: This fanfic was rated M for a reason. Ahead are some relatively sexually explicit scenes. Please read at your own risk

-TNHGTNHGTN-

Hermione entered the room and looked around slowly before her eyes fell to a lone figure on the couch. The firelight danced across the pale skin of his face and left deep shadows under his eyes. He was laying on his side with his arms crossed to keep warm, wearing just his white oxford and dark trousers, his robes long abandoned on one of the comfy armchairs. Her Gryffindor blanket had fallen to the floor probably from constant turning. His brows were scrunched and tense showing that even in sleep he had trouble escaping his pain. She walked towards him slowly and as she got closer she heard soft cries escaping his soft pink lips as his eyes moved rapidly behind his lids.

"Mummy…" she heard his near silent murmurings as they entered the air of the room, "Don't hurt her." Her breath caught as she realized which memory he was probably reliving. Desperate to pull him out of the memory before it reached its conclusion she crossed the remaining distance in a couple of large steps before gently shaking his shoulder. She thought he would be difficult to wake, but no sooner had her hand touched him than pale fingers caught her wrist. She looked up and saw cerulean eyes with tears misting in the corner.

"Granger?" His voice was gruff with sleep, and he blinked several times as if she would disappear from where she knelt before him. When she was still there he pulled her arm and sat up in one movement so that she was pulled into a bone crushing hug as sobs racked his body. Without a second thought she wrapped her arms around his shoulders before dragging her unoccupied hand in a soothing pattern through his hair. He dug his head into her shoulder, and she felt wet tears cling to her neck as he cried, his arms wrapped around her chest pulling her closer until the only space between them was the cotton of their clothes. His arms long enough that his hands were splayed on either side of her rib cage where his fingers clung to her.

They stayed like that for several minutes, Nott trying to pull himself together and Hermione holding him together while he couldn't. Finally, he released her and rubbed his face with his hands before leaning back against the cushion. She summoned him a small glass of water before placing her wand down on the end table next to the couch."Sorry," he started his eyes still closed, "I didn't mean too...it takes me a second to replace the walls after I wake up. Did you need-" He stopped the sentence short when he opened his eyes and looked at her. She remembered suddenly that she was wearing his jumper...and the locket...and still had his mother's book tucked safely in one hand. He blinked a couple of times before speaking slowly again in his usual cool and collected voice, "Did you like your presents?"

"I can't accept this," She said gently, holding out his worn copy of the book.

He stared at it for several moments before reaching a hand out as if he was going to take it. At the last second he pushed the book, still wrapped in her hand, to her chest.

"I am giving it to you." He whispered.

"And I cannot accept it."

"It's already been yours for so long." She got the impression that they were not talking about the book anymore.

"This...it was your mothers." She insisted trying to push her hand and the book away from her chest. He held it there tightly, nodding slowly even though it wasn't a question. She saw a couple walls pull into place behind his eyes before he took another shuddering breath. They sat like that for a long time. Him staring at her. Her staring at him, as she knelt before him in front of the couch. When he spoke again it was in a soft whispered voice, he dropped his hand away from hers when he was sure she wouldn't push it back.

"She told me to give it to the person I loved most in the world. Do you know what I told her?" He chuckled watching Hermione closely for a reaction. She knew he was asking if this was a memory she had seen, so she shook her head. "I told her that I loved her the most." He glanced away from Hermione for a second, a single tear escaping as he turned back to face her again, "She smiled at me when I said that and told me that there would be someone...someday...that I would love more. I told her she was barmy." He hesitated for a moment before taking another deep breath, "She was right." He looked into Hermione's eyes then. His eyes lightened right before hers into the beautiful forget-me-not.

He reached across the distance between them, leaning forward slightly, to the locket and fingered it. Keeping his eyes on Hermione he rubbed his thumb over the polished piece of metal. "I chose a raven because I will always be in debt to Ravenclaw. She is the person who built this room, and without this room you wouldn't have ever noticed me." He laughed weakly before releasing a deep breath, "But also because," He hesitated again, breathing in through his nose as he prepared himself to open to her once again, "you are my happy memory Hermione. When I cast my Patronus, I think of you."

He leaned forward slowly before pushing a wayward curl behind her ear, and then he was kissing her. His hands on either side of her face, reminiscent of their first kiss. His mouth was soft and slow, giving her plenty of time to pull away if that is what she wanted. When she didn't, his tongue began sweeping across her lips begging for entrance and she opened up to him letting his tongue touch hers. She forgot how good he tasted, spearmint mixed with Theo, and let out a low moan. She was sick of pretending. He knew how she felt. There was no hiding it once her Patronus was conjured. So, she allowed herself to feel for him again. She opened the wall she had built around her heart in order to survive the past month without him, and pushed into him with enough force to cause him to lean back. He pulled her up to his lap and she immediately straddled him. She had been slightly aroused since she pulled that first breath in from his jumper and while his nightmare had dumped ice water on her a second ago, the heat was back and with more force than she had ever felt.

She grabbed a handful of his dark hair, as his hands began to trail up her shirt, his fingers ghosting on the flesh that was pulled tight on her ribs, "You haven't been eating enough," He commented as he worked his way down her neck sucking on a spot that made her gasp. He nibbled on her as her slow moans became more frequent. She could practically feel the smug smile that was plastered on his lips.

"Not now, Theo," She moaned out as she began to push her hips against him. She was seeking a friction that she didn't know a lot about. She had never gotten to the edge so many spoke about by herself...or with a partner. Studying to maintain being the brightest witch, and running from dark wizards did take a lot of time, so she did not have as much time to explore herself. She also had never had a partner to help her with it either. She was inexperienced to say the least. But, she had to be doing something right because with every wiggle of her hips she felt him grow harder beneath her.

"Fuck," He groaned, "Say it again."

"Theo…" She called again as her skirt rode up so the only thing separating her from the pleasure was her knickers which she was sure were drenched, and his trousers which were pulled tight against him. He moaned again at the sound of his given name on her lips. His fingers hesitated just below the bra. As his fingers paused just on the underside of her swollen flesh it occurred to her that every time they had gotten this far she had stopped him. She smiled to herself as she remembered that he wasn't a Gryffindor. He wasn't brave enough to venture forth when every time previously he had been stopped.

But she was.

She grabbed the hem of her...his...jumper and flung it off her body. He pulled back immediately and let his eyes wander to her heaving chest. His fingers began to creep behind her back and he hesitated at the clasp. When she didn't stop him he undid it with one confident move of his hand. He had experience. Then, his mouth was on hers again and she was rocking back and forth in a dance of pure instinct. His large hands reached into her hair and pulled her closer to his mouth, trying to devour her as her fingers clumsily tried to undo the buttons of his shirt.

He stiffened.

"Granger…"He wrapped his hands around her wrists to stop her.

"I've seen them." She blurted quickly, never stopping their kiss. She put her fingers on the inside of the shirt between the seams. Her breath was coming in small gasps as she slowed her hips. His hands wrapped a little tighter around her wrists. Finally, she pulled back and looked into his beautiful eyes, "But I won't do this if you still need time." His gaze bounced between her eyes, trying to detect the lie that wasn't there, "However, I will be honest ...I want to see you...all of you." He stared at her for a moment longer before nodding his head and capturing her lips again.

His lips were taking no prisoners this time, they were rough and demanding and his fingers dropped from her hands to dig into her hips. He pushed her harder into him, and lifted his hips to reach hers as she began to push down on him again. She whimpered at the contact, and felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment at the sounds he was conjuring from her. She pulled hard on the seams of his shirt, enjoying the plinking sound as buttons ricocheted off the walls. She quickly divested him of his shirt and ran her hands down his chest, fingers sliding down each scar she felt. Each piece of puckered flesh that his father had given him. Each inch of tissue that was a map of the pain he had suffered, and each raised section that had told him for years he wouldn't be good enough. She caressed him, willing him to understand that he had been good enough. He would always be good enough.

Emboldened by her, Theo moved one hand from her hip and drew it back up her ribs until he was just under her breast. His kisses began to work his way down her collar bone as his hand crept up her side, the other arm now wrapped around her waist to keep her tight against him as she rocked her hips. Her head began to fall back on its own volition. She could feel something building...she had never felt it this close before. His thumb finally grazed her nipple, and as soon as his calloused flesh touched her rose colored peak she saw stars. Her moans were so loud she was sure that all of Scotland could hear so she tried to stifle them.

"No," She heard Theo growl as he nipped at her ear, "Let me hear you," and so she did. She let him hear how he made her voice quake in pleasure as she rocked against him. Her high pitched moans echoed off the stone walls as he held her together while she fell apart in his arms. When she finally came down and made to look at him she was not surprised to see him staring, but it still made her blush. She spoke trying to clear the silence.

"I didn't know that...If I had known…" She blushed again, "I can't believe I never…" Theo stared at her as she tried to articulate her thoughts. Then, as if a light went off, his eyes opened wide in surprise and a very cute pink tinged his cheeks and ears.

"You've never…" She shook her head, "Not even with yourself?" She shook her head again. "Oh Granger…" He paused for a moment before his cocky grin grew on his face and that small dimple formed in the corner, "Would you like to again?"

Her heart sped up. "Don't you need to…" She motioned to his waist where she could still feel him hard and throbbing digging into her center.

"No I don't need to. I would like to, but I will never need to." He maintained eye contact as he explained that. Making sure there was no room for misunderstanding.

"I've read that some women can have multiple."She whispered shyly, her cheeks flushing a little. "What if I can't?"

"There is only one way to find out, but if you want to be done I understand." He looked at her for a moment before continuing, "I hope this is something we could learn together though." He looked so vulnerable for a moment. His shields had been lowered, and she saw him struggling to keep it that way.

"Do you want to? Keep going I mean," Hermione began to nibble her lip. She suddenly felt embarrassed as she realized they were both still shirtless. She ducked her head a little before wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pulling herself closer until she could feel her soft breasts push against his hard chest. The sensation made her release a small and breathy gasp.

He groaned and she felt him twitch under her, she looked down between them in surprise as he chuckled. "Granger, of course I do. But this is your choice. It always has been. I will wait for you as long-." She was on him again then. Attacking his lips with a new fervor. She was going to do this. She was going to give herself to him, because there was no one in this world that would ever come close to making her feel as safe and welcome as he did. His fingers grazed her nipples again and the heat pooled between her thighs. She moaned, and she could feel the smile return to his lips. She attached herself to his neck and on instinct began to bite and lightly suck.

"Fuck Granger, please" She moaned aloud at the sound of his begging as she began to mark him, "I am yours," He murmured huskily as she continued. She moved down his neck as her hips began to move again. In one swift movement he had her laying on the couch. He was propped up on one arm supporting his weight above her, as he moved his forehead to hers and propped their heads together with gentle pressure. His breath fanned across her cheeks as his hand began to move down her stomach.

"I have always been yours," His voice remained low, as he stared at her reverently. His breath was labored, and she could smell the sweet spearmint as his hand edged closer to her waist. His fingers moved down past her skirt and began to drag gently up her thigh, causing goosebumps to erupt again across her pale skin. He made it to the edge of her pale blue knickers, her breath hitched and his hand stayed still waiting for the ok. She gave him a small nod, keeping their foreheads together. He had just moved past the waistband of her panties, and was almost to the spot she knew would make her squirm, when the door to Ravenclaw's Study opened.