Chapter 3

Hello Lovely readers! Sorry this chapter is so late. I was on vacation last week, so writing took a back seat. Eek!

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything…. sometimes I pretend I do….. But I don't

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(Saturday October 9th)

Hermione let her mind wander as she got ready to watch the Slytherin Scrimmage. Damn House Unity. Why was she always getting dragged to these damn things? Quidditch isn't even that interesting yet everyone talks about it like it's a religion or something. Ginny made Hermione promise to tell her the details of the Scrimmage. Right, Hermione thought. As if I know how to explain it.

Hermione started to put her hair up in a ponytail before dropping her arms. At least I'll get to see Greg, Hermione smiled to herself. They met on Tuesday and Thursday of this past week. Hermione had become more and more curious about the man she was tutoring. She had been thinking about Greg ever since that night in the Great Hall. Hermione was worried about him, wondering if he was still so sad. To have the pressure of managing the Goyle household on his shoulders.

Hermione left her bedroom to see Blaise sitting on the couch, reading. Hermione wanted to ask Blaise about the situation with Pansy and Millicent but was unsure how to bring it up. Blaise looked up and smiled.

Blaise also wanted to talk to Hermione in private, but first Blaise wanted to see if Hermione was interested in Greg. If Hermione was, then she needed to understand the situation before anyone else got to her. If Daphne, Astoria, or Pansy told her about the things that had happened, she'd probably misunderstand Greg. Blaise thought Greg and Hermione would be good for each other.

Blaise figured that sensing Hermione's body language as she watched Greg play would give him the answer. Greg really was the best beater the team ever had, gifted with incredible strength and speed. Hell, even Blaise got turned on when he watched Greg play. Those Quidditch tights left nothing to the imagination.

"Ready?" Blaise asked, standing and linking an arm in Hermione's as they walked to the portrait. "Draco is probably giving a very spirited pep talk right now," Blaise explained. "Very competitive, that one."

"Very focused on winning," Hermione smiled.

"I, err," Blaise started somewhat awkwardly. "Hope you don't mind me being in the Heads dorms when Draco isn't."

"Of course not," Hermione laughed. "You're an honorary head!"

Hermione's joke made Blaise smile. Blaise was happy to have found a friend in Hermione.

"In all seriousness," Hermione began. "I like having you around. Draco would probably be unmanageable if you weren't. He's much calmer when you're around, I notice."

"Well," Blaise started, looking down at his feet as they walked. "I was there for him when no one else could be." Hermione leaned closer to the raven-haired boy, interested in hearing Blaise's side of the story, but on the way down to the pitch. they passed Luna Lovegood. Luna was carrying a radish-shaped purse.

"Hello," Luna said in her dreamy voice. "Are you going to watch the Scrimmage as well?"

Hermione nodded as Blaise asked if Luna wanted to sit with them.

"You're Blaise Zabini," Luna pointed at Blaise. Hermione was reminded of Luna's awkward bluntness. The way Luna would say things to people as if they were unaware.

"Yes, I am," Blaise looked at Hermione, a bit puzzled.

"You're dating the Head Boy," Luna said, as if Blaise didn't know his own boyfriend. Hermione rolled her eyes as they began climbing the stairs to the stands.

"Yes," Blaise said, pointing at Luna as they sat. "And you're Luna Lovegood. You hand out Quibblers to everyone."

"Yes," Luna smiled, pulling a tube of orange lip-gloss out of her purse.

"What an interesting choice of color," Blaise said, pointing at the lip gloss.

"I made it myself," Luna explained. "It keeps away the Nargles!"

Blaise had never spent much time with Luna and was a bit confused. Hermione mumbled, "Just go with it," in Blaise's ear. Luna continued to quietly chat with Blaise as Hermione looked down on the pitch.

Draco and the other players were standing in the middle of the pitch. Draco was giving an intense speech to the players. When Greg looked up to see Hermione, Blaise, and Luna in the stands. He felt a small flip in his stomach knowing that Hermione would be able to see that he was in fact good at something. Greg waved up to her and Hermione waved back.

Unfortunately, Greg wasn't the only one who noticed the Head Girl. Anton Harper scowled when he noticed Hermione waving at Greg. He saw Greg's stupid smile. Harper had seen the two in the library together. Harper as well as other students found it odd. Stupid Brute is probably fucking the mudblood, Harper thought.

"Will it be shirts vs skins?" Harper shouted to Draco beginning to take his shirt off, showing off his muscled physique.

"No. I've got these capes," Draco informed the team as he passed them out, rolling his eyes at Harper. Anton Harper had become a thorn in Draco's side since the first day of classes. Harper was a troublemaker and still had an enormous amount of prejudice against muggle-borns.

"Put your shirt back on, you tosser," another player shouted at Harper.

The players straddled their brooms, kicked off from the ground, took their positions and the Scrimmage began. Hermione watched the Scrimmage, noticing the way Greg swung the beaters bat. When Greg hit the Quaffle the ball was sent far beyond the pitch until it came flying back. The dark-haired boy was incredibly powerful. Greg had always been known for his strength.

Hermione had never noticed how the Quidditch uniform left little to the imagination. Muscles outlined and defined; pants incredibly tight around the thighs. If Hermione could just get closer, she could probably see the outline of Greg's…. Hermione shook her head a bit. It was not good to be thinking such naughty thoughts about the man she was tutoring. What's wrong with me? Hermione thought to herself. She looked towards the stairs and saw Theodore Nott climbing up towards them.

Blaise noticed the way Hermione was watching Greg, the way her eyes swept over his body. It was like Greg was the only player in the pitch. Then Blaise saw Theo walking towards them, and Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Hey guys," Theo said. "Sorry I'm late."

"You're not late," Blaise huffed. "I didn't invite you."

"Well anyone can watch the Scrimmage," Theo said as he walked past Blaise to sit next to Hermione. "Right Blondie?" Theo winked at Luna.

"You're Theodore Nott," Luna stated in matter of fact tone. "You've slept with all of the girls in my room, except me." Luna didn't sound hurt at all in her dreamy tone. If anything, it sounded like an observation made on an obscure animal on some scientific discovery television show.

Theo blushed a violent shade of red and Hermione and Blaise looked at each other, sharing a giggle. Thank Merlin for Luna, Blaise thought.

"Hi Theo," Hermione said, stifling a giggle, watching the Scrimmage.

"Don't feel bad, Sweetheart," Blaise turned to Luna. "Theo prefers quantity over quality." Hermione squeezed Blaise's arm, biting her lip. Luna shrugged, turning her attention back to the game.

"Thanks a lot, Blaise," Theo narrowed his eyes, scowling at the raven-haired wizard. The group turned their attention back to the Scrimmage, watching as Harper was less focused on the game and more focused on the audience. Harper kept flying by the group, attempting to catch the Head Girl's attention.

"Harper get it together," Draco shouted. Greg rolled his eyes. Why is Harper even on the team? Greg thought. He's not even that good of a chaser. Greg noticed Theo sitting next to Hermione. She was giggling. Had Theo made her laugh? Greg almost missed the quaffle watching the group.

"So, Hermione," Theo started. "I heard that you are tutoring Greg. He's such a dear friend. Thank you so much."

"It's no trouble. Greg's quite smart. I think he just has trouble focusing." Hermione explained, smiling. Theo looked incredibly taken aback that Hermione had called Greg "smart" while Blaise smiled brightly at Hermione. Blaise knew that Greg was smart, just in a different way.

"I was wondering if I might join your study group with Greg?" Theo asked. "I'm having some trouble as well."

"Aren't you currently number four in our year?" Blaise asked and Theo gave a look that screamed: Stay out of this!

"Actually," Hermione began in a very sincere tone. "I think its best if Greg and I work alone. He really needs the attention." Hermione smiled, but Theo was not discouraged. It was always more fun for the predator to chase its prey.

"Well, maybe we could work out a time to study together," Theo said. "Privately." He winked and Hermione rolled her eyes. Theo had quite the reputation and Hermione did not want her name to be added to the list of his conquests. This wasn't the first time Theo had tried to get Hermione alone.

"As Blaise said," Hermione reiterated. "You are number four in our year. I think you can manage."

"Come on, Hermione," Blaise said, standing and pulling Hermione with him. "I think the Scrimmage is almost over. We can grab lunch." Hermione nodded and followed Blaise.

"Lovely to see you, Luna," Blaise said, ignoring Theo's dirty looks.

"Do you want to join us Luna?" Hermione smiled.

"No, thank you," Luna replied, pulling out her funky sunglasses from her radish purse. "I'm on the look out for waxburts after this!"

Blaise and Hermione shrugged at each other. Theo waited till the pair was out of earshot before he made a move on Luna.

"So, you say I've slept with everyone, but you?" Theo asked Luna, with a small smile. Luna began talking about nargles and waxburts. Theo was looking at Luna as if she had three heads.

As Blaise and Hermione made their way down to the Great Hall Blaise said, "Pay Theo no mind. Guy's a tosser, thinks with his dick."

"Yes," Hermione laughed. "I think most of the boys at this school do."

"Well some of us just think about dick," Blaise giggled, and Hermione snorted. When the pair reached the Great Hall, Ginny motioned for them to come over. Blaise was probably the first Slytherin to sit at the Gryffindor table ever.

….

Greg had just gotten out the shower and walked towards his locker, changing rather quickly. Greg hoped to see Hermione, if she was still in the stands. Damn Theo, always trying to make his move. Greg knew Hermione could take care of herself, but Theo could be quite charming when he wanted to be. It wasn't even like Greg and Hermione were together. She can do what she wants, but Greg felt hot jealousy coursing through his veins.

After getting an earful from Draco, Harper walked towards his locker, which was two down from Greg's locker. Harper was watching the taller boy dress and smirked a bit. Harper wanted to know if Greg and Hermione were in fact sleeping together.

"So, I have a question," Harper began, moving closer to Greg. Greg put his shirt on and began opening and closing his hands. Harper always meant trouble. "Be honest," Harper continued. "Because if it's true, then I won't bother."

"When you stick your cock in Granger," Harper began. "Does it come out covered with dirt?"

Before Harper could smirk, Greg had punched him. Harper was knocked to the ground, clutching his nose. A crunch could be heard which signaled that Greg had without a doubt broken his nose. Greg looked like he was ready to throw another when the other players grabbed Greg, pulling him away. Greg felt the jealousy transform to anger. How dare Harper talk about his girl…no not his girl…Hermione like that.

"What's going on here?" Draco asked, in his authoritative tone. "Who started this?"

"Your guard dog attacked me," Harper sputtered out, still holding his nose and Greg went to move at Harper again but was held back as Draco placed an invisible barrier between the two.

"Stay away from her," Greg warned as his eyes darkened. The knuckles on Greg's right hand were covered with blood. Greg wrenched free of his teammates and walked out of the locker room before anyone could stop him. Greg looked up at the stands and saw only Luna and Theo.

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Greg, Draco and Blaise were hanging out in Blaise's room. Draco had given Harper detention for his comments and unfortunately had to give detention to Greg for punching Harper.

"I know he's an arse and vile. The things he says about Hermione are disgusting," Draco had explained. "But you have to control your temper. He was just trying to get a rise out of you."

"Isn't there anyway he can be expelled?" Greg asked.

"It can't be just your word against his," Draco had said, knowing he'd have to provide McGonagall with sufficient evidence.

There were no hard feelings between Greg and Draco. Instead the three of them were laughing over Draco's impression of Harper on his broom. Things were going well, at least until Theo walked in.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Theo yelled at Blaise as he slammed the door to bedroom behind him.

"Whoa, whoa. Easy!" Blaise said, jumping up. Blaise did not anticipate Theo reacting this way for interfering in Theo's quest for Hermione. "I can explain."

"Theo, what's wrong?" Draco said, putting himself in front of his boyfriend. Theo knocked the Head Boy aside though.

"You wanker," Theo yelled as he poked Blaise in the chest. "Don't ever embarrass me like that again!"

"Will one of you explain what happened, please?" Greg said, putting himself between Theo and Blaise.

"Luna started it. If you could just keep your dick in your pants," Blaise said, jumping behind the desk to avoid Theo's wrath. "You wouldn't have this problem." Greg held Theo back and Draco went to Blaise.

"Don't you talk about my dick," Theo shouted, wanting to charge, but knowing his strength couldn't match Greg's. "You were rude to me before I even sat down."

"Hermione's not interested, okay?" Blaise said, watching Greg turn his head at the mention of his tutor's name. "You won't be able to use your charms on her. Your reputation precedes you!"

Draco and Greg exchanged a look. Obviously, something transpired in the stands today. Harper wasn't the only one creating drama, after all.'

"She told you she wasn't interested?" Theo asked, confused. Why wouldn't Granger want him? Theo was rich, handsome, great in bed, and smart. That's all that matters, Theo thought.

"Not in so many words," Blaise said. "But if all you're after is something physical…it won't work. Hermione's not going to spread her legs just like that." Blaise snapped his fingers. Theo seemed to deflate a little. Blaise was about to apologize for his behavior today when he noticed the orange lip gloss on Theo's neck.

"Well, looks like you've added Luna to the list," Blaise snorted. At this, Theo couldn't help cracking up.

"Yeah," Theo admitted. "Girl is into some weird shit, but she's incredibly flexible."

The tension seemed to decrease in the room after that as all four of them began to laugh. Greg wasn't paying much attention to the conversation after this point. For some reason, Greg felt elated knowing that Hermione wasn't interested in Theo. Of course, Theo lacked substance when it came to girls like Hermione. There was nothing Theo could offer Hermione. He was easy, a good time guy. Blaise was right, it would take more to earn Hermione's affection.

"You have a problem," Draco said to Theo, shaking his head and wiping away tears of laughter.

"I wouldn't necessarily call it a problem," Theo defended, sitting down next to Greg.

"Can't you just pick one girl?" Blaise asked, holding Draco's hand in his own. "Just one."

"Truth is," Theo began. "I've only ever had feelings for one girl, but..."

"But…" Draco said, urging Theo to continue.

"Who is it?" Greg asked, hoping it wasn't Hermione.

"Lavender," Theo admitted. "I feel like she's the only one who…never mind. She's with the fucking Weasel now because I couldn't commit." Theo got up and walked out of the room.

"I feel bad for him," Blaise said. "I didn't know Theo had a heart that existed outside of his pants."

"I kind of figured," Draco said. "He'd always sneak her into the dorms. Don't you remember?"

Blaise nodded and Greg felt relief flood through him. He couldn't quite explain what was happening to him. Greg felt like Hermione was an angel sent just for him, meant to be his. Was he so much of a Neanderthal that he had laid claim to her?

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(Wednesday October 30th)

Greg sat waiting at his and Hermione's usual table in the library. The two had been meeting twice a week for the past three weeks and it has been paying off. Yesterday, Greg answered a question right in Transfiguration, earning Slytherin house five points. Everyone seemed shocked, except Hermione. She had given Greg a dazzling smile.

Greg liked spending time with Hermione. Unlike many people in Greg's life, Hermione encouraged him and believed in him. They often walked out of classes together. Hermione had become his partner in potions after convincing Neville to switch with her. Greg had noticed the odd looks of other students but paid no mind.

Anton Harper always wore a scowl when he saw Greg with the Head Girl. Theo would often show up during their tutoring sessions. Theo would sit at the table next to them and sometimes ask a question or two. Theo would look at Greg with a hint of jealousy in the Slytherin common room. Greg and Hermione decided to owl each other when would be a good time to meet so that Theo wouldn't be able to interject little comments or stare at the pair. Greg noticed Hermione was becoming more annoyed with Theo.

A note suddenly appeared in front of Greg, which read:

Running late. Meeting with Draco and Prefects. Be there by 7:15 at latest.

-H

Greg couldn't help but laugh when he saw the little drawing of Draco with bulging eyes, pointing angrily. Greg knew Draco didn't have a lot of patience with large groups of people, particularly if they were younger than Draco.

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Hermione was speed walking to the library, glancing at her watch reading 7:10. It was Wednesday, Draco was always anxious in the middle of the week. Hermione was thinking that she should rearrange the meetings to maybe Monday and maybe invite Blaise to all the meetings (though Draco's boyfriend wasn't a prefect).

Hermione walked around when she spotted Greg, already at a table, notes out, and waiting. Apologizing for being late, Hermione smiled and began to engage in polite conversation about classes before getting to work. Hermione made a joke about how there was no Theo eavesdropping. Tonight, they were studying arithmancy.

Hermione liked tutoring Greg; she began to think of him as a study partner more than someone she was tutoring. Unlike Harry and Ron, Greg didn't expect to Hermione to do all the work for him. Greg wanted to learn the information in order to do the work himself. He never tried to copy her work.

Hermione always sat next to him, wanting to be able to look at the parchment from his view. She went along explaining the terms and concepts. Then gave him some tips on note taking. Most people would be surprised to learn that Gregory Goyle wasn't stupid. He retained information well. Years of being Malfoy's bodyguard as well as rarely speaking, left people to believe that Greg was all brawn and no brain. However, Greg was beginning to prove people wrong.

Hermione noticed her body reacting differently each time she was around Greg. The Quidditch Scrimmage had left her thinking naughty thoughts. Every time they met, she found him more and more attractive. Maybe it was because everything about Greg was so masculine. All of Hermione's schoolgirl crushes apart from Ron had been grown men.

Being so close to Greg, Hermione noticed the scruff across his face, the spicy scent of his cologne. The way his fore arms flexed when he wrote, the hard muscle of his biceps. At one point, Greg loosened his tie a bit and unbuttoned his top collar button and Hermione noticed a bit of chest hair peeking through. Merlin, Greg was a man among boys.

At times, Hermione found herself having to avert her eyes. Trying to work on the problem at hand became a bit difficult. When Greg's hands had grazed hers when handing her a textbook and she felt how rough his fingers were from Quidditch. Having to grip the broom, but across both hands on his knuckles, Greg had a couple of scars. It must be from fighting, Hermione thought. What would those hands feel like running along her soft skin? What would they feel like tweaking her nipples? Or along the delicate, sensitive petals of her…. Hermione picked up a folder and began fanning herself. Merlin, it was warm in here. She was a bit frightened that there would be a bit of wetness left behind on the chair. Was this what it felt like to be truly attracted to someone?

Greg offered to walk her back to the portrait hole, like always. A true gentleman, Hermione thought. They conversed quietly on the way back to the Heads Common Room.

Once inside her room, Hermione began trying to sort out her feelings and sexual frustration. Hermione wanted to ask Blaise if Pansy and Greg were together, but there was a tie on Draco's doorknob. If they were, then there was no use in pining after Greg, no use in trying to sort her feelings out. Hermione picked up her pillow, screaming into it while rubbing her thighs together. Crushes were less confusing when attraction wasn't involved.

….

Greg liked walking back to the dungeons with Hermione's scent around him. The intoxicating vanilla and coconut combination. Thinking over this past few tutoring sessions, Greg felt like something was different. When they were around other people, Hermione was fine, but when alone, Hermione seemed to be a bit distracted. Greg caught her looking at him out of the corner of his eye, but he figured it was his mind was playing tricks on him. Maybe she was coming down with a cold. At one point, she was looking flushed and started fanning herself.

Even if Hermione had a cold, she still looked beautiful. When Greg entered his room, he dropped his bag on the desk and shuffled out of his shoes. Unbuttoning his shirt, Greg allowed his mind to wander. Several times during each tutoring session Greg would imagine kissing or doing other naughty things to Hermione. He'd quickly push those urges out of his mind however, not wanting to get himself too excited. But now in his room, there was no worry of being caught with a hard-on. Stepping into the shower, washing himself, Greg let his mind wander.

Greg had quite a few fantasies of having sex with Hermione in the Library. Sometimes when Hermione would talk passionately about a subject, Greg imagined kissing her, wanting her to focus her passion on him. Knocking their books off the table, lifting her and making love to her right on the table. Other times Greg wanted to kiss Hermione in between the stacks, away from prying eyes.

There was a windowsill by their table and sometime Greg thought about placing her on it before moving between her legs to taste her, wondering if she'd taste like coconut cream pie or vanilla sugar cookies. There was also a comfy armchair nearby where Greg imagined Hermione giving him a blow job or bouncing up and down riding him. It drove him over the edge every time.

Greg stroked himself as the water sprayed over his back. He began fantasizing that Hermione was in the shower with him. He was rubbing soap over her breasts, massaging them and kissing her. Greg lifted her, using a sticking charm to keep her from falling before kneeling before her. Using his mouth to bring her pleasure, hearing her moan his name, feeling her hands in his hair as her juices flooded his mouth.

Hermione would beg him to make love to her as Greg kissed her, and he'd grip his manhood sliding it slowly into her tight, wet, pussy, taking in every breath, every pant, every moan, every sigh. Interlocking their fingers, he'd begin thrusting, hearing Hermione moan his name, clutching at him as she came again before he joined her, filling her with his seed. Unsticking Hermione and falling to his knees, still connected to her and holding her tightly.

Greg panted as he came, his arm against the shower wall. Oh, how he wished it were real.