Here is it the lemon scene. If you don't want like them, then you can just skip this chapter. I will not lie, I am incredibly nervous about this chapter. I hope you all like it. Thanks so much for reading over the last year. I want to publish yesterday for the anniversary, but the internet and my laptop agreed to be nervous, and weren't working. For those that like play lists, here are the songs I listened while writing: Beautiful With You-Halestorm, Break In- Halestorm, If Only-Dove Cameron, No Rain, No Rainbow-BabyMetal, Rewrite the Stars, Take My Breath Away- Berlin. And now I will stop procrastinating and post this. Enjoy!

Chapter 51

After they finished eating, Theo offered Hermione a tour of the cottage. "My grandparents bought this place to have somewhere for the family to play when they visited Mother. Father refused to let them stay at the manor, he didn't want them distracting her from her wifely responsibilities. It's nothing too fancy, but it served its purposes."

"Purposes?"

"Lucius told me once that it was also purchased to allow my uncles to sow their wild oats away from the polite society they would one day marry into." Hermione wrinkled her nose in disgust, looking around. "When I inherited the property I had the elves replace all the furniture and burn every scrap of linens. Everything is brand new."

She glanced about, "That's good."

Theo took her hand, "The ground floor has a kitchen, parlor, and dining room. You can access the root cellar from inside the kitchen."

"Very posh."

"Indeed." He quickly showed her the rooms. "Upstairs is the master bedroom and en suite and two other bedrooms. Do you want to see?"

Hermione shrugged, faking indifference. "Why not?" Her heartbeat increased at the idea of seeing Theo's bedroom in a home where no one could barge in. She followed him up the stairs. At the landing four doors lead in opposite directions. "Straight ahead is the guest bath, and to the right are the guest bedrooms. The one to the left is the master suite." Theo showed her the various rooms. The bathroom featured a large claw foot tub and shower combination. Neutral colors decorated the extra bedrooms, one in beiges and greens, the other in blues and grays. Theo paused next to the last door, "And my room."

He flung the door and remained standing next to the doorway, shifting his weight back and forth, fighting to hide his nerves. Secretly, Hermione found it adorable. She walked into the room looking about. Of all of the rooms in the house, this one had the most personality. Soft silvery gray walls complemented cream colored curtains and the embroidered quilt covering the bed. She looked back questioningly indicating the flowery bedspread with a jerk of her head. "Mother created it for her trousseau, Father hated it. Niko saved it for me."

Reverently she ran her hand over the quilt. "It is amazing. I always wanted one like this. Monica hated them." Roses of every color twined together forming interlocking rings. "This must have taken forever."

Theo shrugged, leaning against the door frame watching her explore. Sitting on the cushioned bench at the foot of the bed, she pulled her boots off. She flicked her wand, unmaking the bed. "We have quite a bit of time before we have to be back. Join me?" Spider crawling backwards she laid back on the bed, maintaining eye contact the entire way. "I think the cottage, and everything in it, is quite lovely."

Theo swallowed hard, then strode to the bed. Kicking off his shoes, he climbed onto the bed and crawled up the bed after her. He gave her a wolfish grin. "Agreed." His eyes roamed up and down her form.

"Somehow I don't think we're discussing the same thing."

"You may mean the furnishing and things, but you are in the cottage." He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. "And you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." He pressed his lips firmly against hers in a searing kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer. She adjusted her legs, allowing him to press against her intimately as their legs tangled together. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip gently tempting him to open his mouth. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she opened her, growing into a moan as his tongue swept in to dance with hers. Hermione ran her hands down his back to grip the bottom of his jumper. In one fluid motion she pulled his jumper and the t-shirt underneath over his head. She then yanked her dress over her head revealing herself to his gaze.

"You, um, you aren't wearing knickers." breathed Theo.

"Yes, I am." She ran her hand over the satin sapphire hued thong that matched her bra.

"In what world is that scrap of fabric knickers?"

"Are you really objecting?" Hermione felt annoyance bubble up inside.

Salazar, no! You just surprised me is all."

"A good surprise, I hope?"

"The best."

She pulled him back down to resume snogging. "Good."

Theo responded to the movement by grinding down firmly, pushing her into the mattress, drawing another moan from her. Reaching between them, she cupped his groin in her hand. Squeezing lightly, she massaged the bulge through his trousers. He pulled back suddenly, hissing. At her concerned look, he smiled tenderly. "Felt amazing, just too many clothes." He began tearing at his belt buckle. Giggling, Hermione helped him unfasten it and strip down to his boxers. She leaned up to remove her bra, Theo eagerly helping her. As always when he saw her in any state of undress, he took a second to savor the moment. She tried not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze. "Stunning."

"You're rather handsome yourself." He returned to kissing her, while she resumed her earlier attentions, this time through the thinner material of his boxers. His hands skimmed across her bare skin, moving up and down her sides before seeking out the tender flesh of her breasts. He palmed her breast and kneaded it gently. He turned his attention to the other, capturing the pebbled nipple in his mouth and alternated licking and sucking on it. Hermione arched her back, thrusting them further into his hand and mouth. She squeezed her thighs hoping to create enough friction to grant her relief from the mounting tension inside her.

Moving away from her breasts, he began kissing his way down her body, occasionally nipping her skin. He ran his hands up her inner thighs and over her satin clad core. She bucked into his hand, moaning loudly. He ran his hand along the top of the thong's elastic band, playing with it questioningly.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione smiled up at him. "I suggest we just both go with what feels natural. If one of us wants to stop, say something, and we will. Otherwise, we assume we have permission."

He searched her face, looking for hesitation or indecision, and finding only love and trust. "You're sure?"

"It was my idea, wasn't it? I trust you. I want to do these things to and with you."

"You want to do things to me?" He flashed her a smirk.

"I can always change my mind."

"Yes, you can. But I hope you don't. I really hope you want me as much as I want you."

"I do." She smacked his bum to end the conversation. He growled playfully and resumed his exploration of her lower anatomy, savoring every second of it.

He slipped the knickers down her legs, baring everything. He smiled to himself, pulled her legs over his shoulders. He kissed each inner thigh before running his tongue along her slit. His smile widened proudly at the hitch in her breathing. Hermione fisted the sheets as Theo licked at her core. The pleasurable sensations built the pressure gloriously. Hermione writhed under him, hovering on the edge of orgasm. She tumbled over when he sucked hard on her clit and slipped two fingers into her slick channel at the same time. Her shoulders lifted off the bed as she shouted out his name. She fell back bonelessly. "Wow, just wow."

"My pleasure, sweet." She laughed silently as he made his way up to her mouth, silencing her with a kiss.

"You," she kissed, "are," kiss, "wearing," kiss, "too much," kiss, "clothing." Kiss.

"I can fix that." He sat up.

"Please do." He quickly removed his pants. "Much better." She trailed the pads of her fingers along his member, relishing the shiver that ran through him.

"Hermione," he moaned, pressing against her. She wiggled down a little to better grasp him.

"I'm happy to return the favor." she offered.

Theo ground his erection against her moist folds, causing her to buck up against him. "Not that, don't like that, amazing mouth, like this more." He panted, continuing to move against her.

Hermione mirrored his movements, shifting to maximize the sensations. She felt the spring coiling tighter. Each movement built on the next, she felt like every nerve in her body was on fire. "Theo," she whined, "more."

He stopped moving, "What?"

"I want more. I want you." She felt her heart pounding in her chest as he stared down at her speechless.

"Are you sure, Hermione? We don't have to, I never expected, that is..."

She silenced him with a finger to the lips. "Theo, I want to, unless you don't. And that's fine."

"I do. I totally do." He adjusted himself, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. "Are you sure?"

"Theodore Nicholas Nott, if you ask me again I will be moved to violence."

He nodded, "If it hurts too much and you want me to stop, say something."

"Fine, yes, now go!" He looked down at her face, establishing eye contact, as he slowly slid forward, stretching her open. He watched anxiously for any sign of distress. Hermione curled her toes, fighting to keep her face neutral, first against the pressure as Theo entered her, then the sharp sting as her maidenhead broke. She breathed in deeply, blinking back the tears. He froze, eyes wide in panic. "It hurt, you're hurt. We'll stop."

"No!" She hooked her ankles behind his thighs. "Like hell we will. I'm fine. It's fine. The worst is over. I really want to continue."

"You're sure?"

"Move, Theodore." She ground her pelvis in a circle, pulling him closer with her ankles. Her position forced him deeper, causing her to exclaim when he hit the perfect spot. "Holy Merlin. Keep making me feel like that."

Slowly, Theo resumed his movements, Hermione drew him down for a kiss. They swiftly fell into a rhythm, rebuilding the delicious coil of pleasure. She tried to remember every piece of advice she ever overheard in the girls' dorms about sex. She closed her mouth and took in a deep breath in through her nose, and tried to relax. Narcissa's advice to enjoy these moments came back to her. The spring inside her tightened again, screaming his name. The coil tightened one last time before exploding. She dug her fingernails into his back, screaming his name. Theo, who had been struggling to hold back came seconds later with a hoarse cry, "Mione!" Panting, he slumped to the side to avoid crushing her.

"Wow, again."

"That is in an understatement." He pulled her against him. "Simply amazing." He brushed his fingertips up and down her arms.

"Indeed. We should definitely do this again." She wrapped an arm around him. "Soon. But now we need to get cleaned up and head back before Draco misses us and jumps to the correct conclusions."

"In a minute, I don't think my legs will work right now."

Hermione leaned up on one arm, looming over him. "You are most welcome."Theo cupped her face in his hands. "Thank you for trusting me with this. I love you."

"I love you, too." They stared at each other for several heartbeats. "Come on, if Alicia Spinnet is to be believed everyone can recognized the stink of sex on a person." She smacked his arm and headed for the bathroom.

Theo followed her, "Does shower sex stink?"

"No idea. We'll have to visit the prefects' bathroom and find out."