A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters/locations related to the franchise. That all belongs to 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 sexually explicit scenes. Please read at your own risk

Hermione went back through the portrait alone to find Draco spreading out a blanket on the loveseat before getting comfortable. Nott was positioned by the door to his room, leaning up against the frame, his arms crossed and a look of concern lining his face.

"What are you doing?"

"If you think I'm leaving you alone after the day you've had I am going to have to highly suggest you cut your hair, as it would clearly be sucking up your brain cells and destroying your mind." Draco commented, flippantly as he took his shirt off.

"Merlin, warn a witch you pasty git. I think I've been blinded," Hermione laughed as she walked to the couch, covering her eyes from the glare off of Draco's skin. "I meant why are you making up the couch."

"Where else would he sleep?" Theo asked, his brow scrunched as he fought a grin at Hermione's earlier crack at his friend's pale complexion.

"My bed." Both boy's heads shot up to look at her shock littering their faces. "Godric, no! I won't be there." She walked right past Theo into his room shouting, "The password is wrackspurts," over her shoulder as she went.

Theo had walked in behind her, standing just by the door. "Close it," She demanded. He listened and closed the door slowly, Hermione seeing Draco's amused face right before the edge of the door found its way home into the frame. "Lock it." He listened again, waving his hand in front of the door, she heard a slight click. "Silence it." His face was stone still as he grabbed his wand, and cast a very simple silencing charm. "Ok…" Hermione released a shaky breath, "Now, hold me Theodore before I fall." He was across the room in less than a second, his arms wrapped tightly around her, as she fought back the emotional exhaustion. "I'm sorry," He rubbed his hands in soothing circles, transferring miniscule amounts of comforting heat into her skin, as she turned her cheek to rest it on his chest.

"Oh, for Salazar's sake Granger, please stop apologizing." He held her tighter as he kissed her head several times. "You don't have to stay in here," He whispered, pulling back to look her in the face.

"Will you stop being so noble. I want to stay here. There is nowhere on this blasted rock of a planet that I feel safer than in your arms." Hermione rolled her eyes, before making eye contact with him. She spoke more quietly, softer, even sounding perhaps a little fearful, "Don't make me leave, please."

"Never." He kissed her on the forehead, before pulling back, "Let me just find you something to wear, yeah? Might be difficult to sleep in your uniform, even if that jumper is super comfortable, pajamas are still the way to go," He rummaged around in his closet before pulling an oversized Puddlemere United long sleeve shirt. "I-I have some drawstring sweats that might fit too," He said nervously, as he moved to his chest of drawers.

"No, this will work just fine, Nott. Can you um-" Hermione blushed as she made a motion for him to turn around.

"Oh yeah, of course." She smiled at the pretty pink that stained his cheeks right as turned to face the door. "You could have just ran to your room to get some pajamas you know?"

"Yeah, but then I would have to deal with either Draco's annoying smirk, or catching him mid change. Either one would have caused great pain to my eyes." Theo released a deep chuckle. "You can turn back around now."

"Fuck," The word hung in the room between them as Nott turned around and stared at her. After several moments Hermione started to shift on her feet uncomfortably and pull the shirt's hem down a little lower over her thighs. The shirt was long enough it did come to about mid-thigh, but his eyes were staring at her as if she was the most beautiful thing on the planet and she was unsure of how to respond to this attention. Finally, he coughed into his hand before rubbing the back of his head and motioning towards the bed. "I can-" he coughed again as his voice came out slightly husky, "I can take the floor, but the Gryffindor blanket is mine and is non-negotiable."

"Are you daft? I've slept in here before, just get in bed." Hermione walked over to the side she had stayed on all those nights ago before sliding down into the satin sheets. The shirt came up a little high as she did, but she didn't adjust it. She had knickers on anyway, and was covered by the blanket.

Nott stood there for a moment before going to his closet. It was big enough for him to close himself inside of. When he finally emerged several minutes later he was wearing blue and black plaid sleeping pants, and a new, clean, short-sleeved grey vest. He climbed in very carefully next to her giving her plenty of space. With a roll of her eyes and a huff Hermione moved closer to Nott until she was laying her head on his shoulder, his arm delicately holding her waist. They stayed quiet for a long time. Neither speaking, just enjoying the fact that they were here. After trials, tribulations, and misunderstandings they were in each other's arms. The only place they would ever want to be. They fell asleep like that, curled around each other, ready for when the sun rose to face the world...together.

-TNHGTNHGTN-

The next morning Hermione woke to the soft touches of Theodore Nott as he rubbed her back. The sun was barely peeking through the dark curtains as she rolled closer to his side, rubbing her face into the soft cotton on his chest. His hands continued to work magic, creating small patterns along her back causing her to release a light satisfied sigh. She heard Theo's deep, rumbling, chuckle as he finally spoke.

"Merlin, witch. You have no idea how long I have waited for you to want to stay in my bed." He whispered, as his other hand propped itself up behind his head. "I don't want to stop holding you." He nudged down into her hair and took a deep breath, "I don't think I will ever want to stop." She let a small smile spring across her face as she enjoyed his attention. Eventually, a thought popped into her brain making the smile falter just a bit.

"I am sorry...for not talking to you both after what Pansy said."

"Can we save this discussion for another time, I don't want to think about Parkinson right now." He begged, his lips tracing her hairline.

"I just couldn't believe that you actually found me attractive." Hermione's voice was muffled and she nuzzled deep into his neck. She thought she heard him shudder as she exhaled, but it could have been her mind playing tricks on her.

"Found you attractive? You are the most beautiful witch in the world to me. You are kind, thoughtful, intelligent, and forgiving. Not to mention you are bloody gorgeous." He rolled her over until she was slightly under him, and leaned down. Gently one hand came up to caress her cheek, his thumb lingering near her mouth. "You bite your lip when you study. Did you know that?" He intoned as he lowered his head to kiss her gently before pulling her lower lip in between his teeth, giving them a very gentle nibble that caused a moan to erupt from her mouth.

"When you are ready there are things I am going to want to do with you." His kisses continued for a moment before he looked down on her, pupils blown wide with his arousal.

"Tell me more," She looked up at him, her own eyes half lidded. He let a small smirk tilt one half of his face.

"Sure you are ready for that, love. I don't want to scare you away,"

"Don't you worry, I am not going anywhere," She rolled her hips until they pressed against his groin causing him to release a sharp breath, and a quick laugh.

"I want to do things that will make you blush just by thinking about them." His lips were on her neck gently kissing her, as one hand moved slowly to her thigh. He pulled his head back slightly, his eyes locked on hers asking her if she wanted him to stop. She didn't. She had been an emotional wreck for hours last night, and wanted nothing more than the comfort of his touch. When she made no move to stop him his fingers trailed up under the shirt to her hip where he gripped it firmly. "Things that will make you beg for me." He kissed her lightly on the lips until their tongues finally met in the center. It wasn't a battle for dominance. It never was with Theo. This was a dance, a dance that only two partners could participate in. Two partners equal in almost every way. Two partners who were willing to give themselves over to the other with unwavering trust. When he pulled back he looked at her with his forget-me-not eyes causing her to come to a revelation. She knew then that there would never be another man that could take his place in her heart. "Maybe, I'll be the one begging you." He gave a breathy laugh, but when she rolled her hips again he nearly choked, taking several moments to catch his breath at the sudden contact.

"Theo, please touch me," She begged, reaching up and grabbing his shoulders.

"I am, love." He smirked, resting his forehead forward on hers, panting slightly from the effort of maintaining his control.

"No." She trailed one hand down until it rested on his, the one still clinging to her hip. Gently she led his hand to the very edge of her knickers.

"Merlin, witch, I thought you might need more time," He locked eyes with hers. When he saw the determination lighting her face, he smiled, "Maybe I was wrong," he whispered before gently pulling the cotton down and past her legs, fingers trailing across skin as he did. The resulting shiver that crossed her body caused him to smirk, slightly smug with his success, before reaching up her thigh. When he finally found what he was looking for, and when his fingers finally touched that small bundle of nerves, Hermione cried out.

"Apparently you didn't need more time at all," He groaned as he continued his gentle minstrations, "Fuck, Ganger you are already so wet." His words, though filthy, were spoken in pure reverence of her. It was like he was whispering a prayer to her as his fingers worked. Building her closer to the edge she had become an acquaintance to last night. She hoped that, through him, she and that tipping point would become close friends. He worked until she was gasping and gripping at his arms, nails digging into his pale skin almost to the point of drawing blood. Still he worked, not seeming to care about the pain. "Hermione," She blinked several times, confused at when she had closed her eyes, "Can I-Can I taste you?" It was adorable the way he flushed when he asked her. Lacking strength to speak she just nodded, causing him to shake his head, "I need you to say it, I need you to say I can." He commanded, moving his fingers away from her.

"Please...Theo please I want you to taste me," Confidence. When she was with him it always came out. Knowing that no matter what happened she could lean on this Slytherin brought out a strength she had been missing in her life. She was comfortable with him, and with his comfort he provided came the confidence that she was reclaiming. When she said his given name he pulled his bottom lip in his teeth.

"I will never get used to that," He moaned before adjusting himself in his pajama pants, and pulling the sheets so he could climb underneath them.

"No."

"No?" He pulled back, misunderstanding her hesitance.

"Don't cover yourself Theodore." He nodded simply, eyes never leaving hers, and pulled the blankets back so she was revealed to him. The resulting hiss from his quick intake of air was so loud she thought it might echo through the room, that it might break the silencing charm she prayed was still active.

"Fuck," Before he could comment further he pushed himself down between her thighs. Running his hand up the pale flesh until it met her hips. He lowered his lips there giving her the occasional nip on her flesh, taking care to bite her hips, before bringing his tongue across the flesh of her stomach.

"Please, Theo," Hermione begged again.

"Please what, love?" He chuckled at her frustrated whimper, "Alright, alright. Don't kick me out of my own room." He released a slow breath across her core causing more frustrated whimpers before he tentatively licked. The moan he released caused his tongue to vibrate and created a whole new wave of sensations through Hermione's body. "You taste so fucking good." He huffed out, before going back to work. With slow simple moves of his tongue he brought Hermione to a world she didn't know existed. A world of pure pleasure and with only one goal. She had always thought that having a man between her thighs would feel wrong, or dirty. But in this moment, a moment shared with him, she had never experienced anything so beautiful. He was gentle, yet commanding. He responded to every sigh or gasp she released readily and with purpose. He learned her favorite spots with practiced ease and eventually had her crying his name in ecstasy that she was sure only he could produce. When she glanced down and saw his dark head of hair between her thighs she groaned. When he looked up and caught her gaze, still maintaining his pace, she was done for. She lept of that edge readily into the waiting bliss.

When she finally came down from her high and looked down, she saw him staring at her like he was staring at a masterpiece. "Simply beautiful," he whispered before biting his lip yet again. He crawled over top of her slowly until he could kiss her. She tasted him on her lips, and while she wasn't sure it was the best thing she had ever tasted it certainly wasn't the worst. He kissed her slowly, languidly. Like honey spreading out of a jar, and just as sweet.

At least it was that way until Hermione felt the need crawl back inside her, creating an inferno of lust deep in her stomach. Wicked courage spread across her soul, coating her features in a sinful grin. Unfortunately for Theo he was too caught up in the taste of his witch to see the lascivious expression. Before he could stop her, she had him flipped on his back and was lowering herself between his legs as well. "Granger," He warned, "I-I won't last."

"I don't care, I need to taste you too."

"Fuck witch, when you say shit like that I definitely wont last," He groaned before propping himself up on his elbows. "You don't have-"

"I know," She replied as she started to untie his drawstring on his pajama bottoms. "Do you want me too?"

He nodded his head slowly while maintaining eye contact. "No, Theodore, I need your words."

"Yes, Merlin and Morgana yes. Nothing on this planet would make me happier at this moment than for you to suck my cock. But-" Before he could say anymore Hermione had banished his pants leaving him bare before her, except for his grey sleep shirt, "Fuck, you are so good with magic." He huffed out.

"Is that a turn on?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow at him, slightly amused as a smirk formed on her face.

"On you? Anything is a turn on." He said seriously, "You could be wearing Snapes robes and I would still get a stiffy."

She laughed a little at that before she lowered herself down. "Theo...I-dont- I mean I've never," He nodded at her encouragingly.

"Just do what feels natural, I promise as long as you dont bite me you won't disappoint. I will let you know when you do something I really like." Reaching up one hand he stroked her cheek, "You still don't have to if you are not re-" His word was cut off by a guttural groan as Hermione lowered her mouth over him. He did not disappoint in length, so she did struggle to take him all. He whispered words of encouragement when he wasn't struggling to breath, or when the occasional moan wouldn't work its way out through his clenched teeth. She tried to alternate between licks and light sucks, not really knowing what exactly she was doing, but feeling encouraged by his sounds. He wasn't wrong, she didn't feel like she had been down there very long, maybe five minutes when he started to try and pull her up between gasps of her name, "Hermione stop-you gotta-im gonna," She swatted his hands away as he orgasmed in her mouth, crying her name, as he released down her throat. She wanted to taste him and she wasn't disappointed. He was slightly sweet and salty with a hint of a flavor that was indescribable as anything other than cum. Not that she had ever tasted it before.

Unfortunately, she wasn't really prepared for what was going to happen. Sure she had read about it, but she had never done it before. So, when he didn't stop producing after the first squirt she found her mouth getting full, and having not made a proper seal around herself and his length, some had escaped her lips and were now dripping down her chin. She swallowed the rest.

When he finally looked at her, he just stared before releasing another low groan, as his cock twitched again. She knew she had to look a right mess. Her hair was going in all different directions, both from sleep and from their morning tussle in the sheets. Her cheeks were probably bright red from the nerves she felt, still thinking she might not have met his expectations. She was still wearing his Puddlemere United shirt from last night, and now had cum dripping on her chin that she didn't want to wipe away for fear of ruining the garment. "I...was that good?" She asked meekly.

He sat up and pulled her to him before using the edge of his shirt to wipe her face clean. "Honestly? Best fucking blow job I've ever had." He smiled lazily, as he pushed hair out of her face. "You are amazing, you know that?" She blushed furiously before biting her own lip and going to kiss him. She hesitated when she remembered what was in her mouth moments ago, not knowing how he would react. She had heard Lavender Brown tell Pavarti Patil that some boys don't like receiving kisses after, and she didn't want Nott to reject her. Theo just rolled his eyes before grabbing her face and kissing her fiercely. They snogged heavily for several minutes, enjoying the feel of each other, and the taste that they shared of their two bodies, before he pulled back.

"Please be mine," His request was stated quietly, his eyes closed while their foreheads rested upon the other.

"My heart is yours, Theo. Just please protect it." She whispered back. He released a shaky breath before nodding fiercely, kissing her again and falling on top of her. She laid back, allowing him to stroke her face, before lowering his head to her neck and biting lightly. He was gentle for several moments before finally-after several encouraging moans- sucking lightly to mark her. "I am yours," she murmured. He chuckled deeply before pulling back, and looking deep into her eyes. Rich brown colors swirling together, and bringing warmth wherever they looked.

"Always?" His voice was a whisper as he gazed down at her. His eyes open with no walls blocking out emotions. She could see the fear that still lay just behind his open expression. She hoped she could snuff the fear out, and show him the love that he deserved. Still, he waited for her to answer, peering down at her as if she was an angel that had lost her wings, as her hair flared out behind her head. Riotous curls claiming his pillow for their own.

"Always."