I am so sorry I have not updated in so long. I am in my last year of school, and so I'm trying to survive and get exams and assignments done on time. This is one of my favorite chapters, so I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it!
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Chapter 11
It was the third week back to the same routine, wake up, eat breakfast, go to class, do homework, sleep and repeat.
Hermione was getting quiet bored, but a young man by the name of Theodore Nott was a source of great entertainment, and said entertainment was currently seated next to her in a small alcove in the vast Hogwarts library, his hands skimming through a rather large tome, his lips glistening due to the fading sunlight. Hermione caught herself staring at him more times than she should.
She was starting to develop some type of emotion towards the boy, and even found herself imagining his lips against hers, but always shook it away because that was inappropriate.
She was only fifteen years old, she shouldn't be focusing on such vulgar things but his hands were just so big. And Hermione found that she wanted him pressed up against her in the least innocent way possible, with those big hands on her waist, in her hair, on her skin, just everywhere.
She was losing focus, and she knew that with him beside her there was no way that she would get anything done, not now, and not later.
"Alright there, Hermione?" his voice rumbled, and she woke from the Theo daze that she was caught in. Of course she was alright, he is just a boy, a very good-looking one, but a boy nevertheless. And she really didn't have anyone to talk to about her conflicted emotions, and her raging sexual desire. She could talk to Tabitha and Celia, but she knew better than to run to either of them. One was her cousin's girlfriend, and the other couldn't keep quiet even if you begged her to.
Tabitha and Regulus were going strong, holding hands in the most discreet way, and probably snogging at this very moment. She was happy for Regulus, she truly was, but she didn't like to think where his tongue currently was.
It was, strangely, at the thought of Regulus's tongue that she realized Theo had asked her a question.
"Sorry–just a bit tired. This potions essay will quiet literally be the death of me Theodore." She tried not to shiver at the soft, yet low sound of his chuckle. Merlin, she thought that she might as well jump on the man and kiss him senseless. You would think she was like one of those ditzy girls that chased Sirius and the rest of the marauders, but she surely isn't, and she needed to pull herself together this instant. This was highly inappropriate.
"Yes, Professor Slughorn is a very special man, but good at what he teaches. If only he wasn't as obsessed with celebrity, I might actually try to enjoy his class. Here, let me see what you've written so far. I've currently got the highest mark in my year for potions, so you're in luck." And he extended his hand towards her, and she stopped breathing for what seemed like an eternity but it was only a second as his long fingers were outstretched before her.
"Umm—yes of course, here you go." And she placed the paper in his hand, trying to control her the tremor of her hand, not wanting him to know of the effect he currently had over her. He'd just love it, Hermione Black, raging-hormonal teenager, willingly offering herself to me. Well, of course he wasn't thinking exactly that, but it was something along those lines, she just knew it.
"Very well written Hermione, and you know I never lie." And then he did it, he fucking smiled at her, or was it a smirk. Anyways, she was unaware of what came over her but she leaned forward, and she could honestly feel her eyes darkening, and she could see now that his smile was gone, and with her lips parted and with his tongue swiping over his own lips, wetting them, she then realized that his eyes were completely black.
And gone was the potions essay, as it was now thrown behind him, his hands grabbing at her waist and her back slammed against the wall of the alcove as he kissed her bloody senseless.
What a fucking rush. Merlin's beard, those hands, and he tasted absolutely fabulous.
She couldn't have asked for a better first kiss, first snog, whatever it was, it was fucking good.
She felt him kiss down her neck, and towards her the collar of her shirt, where he then looked at her from under his lashes and she couldn't stop it now, she gripped her wand, cast a Notice-Me-Not charm, a disillusionment charm, and he quickly ripped her shirt one, laying her down, kissing down, towards the valley between her breasts, the swell of her breasts, and she couldn't breathe. She was panting, whimpering, even moaning and she could feel him against her hip, hard as steel.
"Theo" she whimpered, and he growled against her neck, nipping at it, and then pressing his tongue against the stinging skin.
"Merlin Hermione" he was breathing against her lips again, and she quickly grabbed his neck, slamming her lips against his, before they were both out of breath and she could no longer feel her lips, numb for the mindless snogging.
They slowly sat up, both lightheaded from what must've been a dream but they were in fact seated in an alcove, in the library, hair mussed, lips swollen and bright pink, Theo's shirt risen, and Hermione's completely ripped open, while her skirt circled around her waist.
"Well, that was—" Hermione began, and turned to look at Theo who gave her a bright smile, before they both broke into a fit of giggles. She could not believe she'd done that, not only had she let him kiss her, shove his tongue down her throat and snog the magic out of her system, but she let him see her bra, let him kiss her in places she'd never felt kisses before.
"Amazing. Excellent performance on your behalf Miss Black." And he grabbed her hand, kissing it softly and she only chuckled to herself, before realizing that they should probably head to the Great Hall for dinner, and they both stood, fixing their clothing and patting their hair down before grabbing their things, removing the charms Hermione cast, and made their way down for dinner.
Upon their arrival to the Great Hall, Theo leaned in towards her, whispering very naughty promises before pressing a gentle kiss to the shell of her ear, very soft, very sexual, a promise held behind that one kiss and she burned with desire.
She went to her friends, leaving Theo to join his own gang of snakes. Sitting next to Severus, Regulus sitting opposite them, his attention focused on Tabitha, Hermione couldn't help but let a small smile slip onto her face.
"Smiling could only mean that you and the dunderhead over there had done inexplicit activities. Do try to hide it Black, you look like a lovesick puppy." And Hermione could only smirk at Severus, leaning her head against his shoulder and he did nothing to push her off, secretly enjoying her company, she'd grown on him like a younger sister, or an ingrown toe nail, annoying but a constant.
"Oh Sev, you've always been such a charmer. Honestly, what would Reg and I do without your constant slap of reality, and unasked opinions?" And Severus only snorted, his lips in a thin line but she could see amusement glimmer in his eyes.
"I would rather not discuss Hermione's sexual activities with Theodore Nott, I can actually sleep better at night not knowing where his hands have been. Thank you very much." Regulus grumbled and Tabitha only giggled, looking at Hermione with a look that promised that she would get all the information later.
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Remus found it hard to swallow his food, Hermione looked absolutely ravishing, and her black hair was a mess of curls, cascading around her in the most beautiful way, her dark eyebrows arched just perfectly, and her lips a rosy pink. All he wanted was to lean against her and shove his nose into her mane, inhaling her scent until it was tattooed against his brain.
He was momentarily pulled out of his reverie, thrown back into reality as Theodore Nott leaned into her instead, causing the young female Black to blush and give him a smile. Remus felt himself getting angrier but held it together, because Shelley was seated right next to him, and her hand was moving up his left thigh and all he could think about was Hermione. What the fuck was wrong with him?
"Nott and my cousin seem to be getting closer. I'm not sure I like it." Sirius muttered, but said nothing else and Lily only rolled her eyes.
"It's none of anyone's business. I personally think they look rather cute together, and I've honestly felt like we've had this conversation before."
"Theodore Nott is fit. Good for Hermione, lucky girl she is." Marlene mumbled, her eyes fluttering towards where the Slytherin sat, chuckling along with his friends.
"I second what Marley said, the boy is unbelievably handsome. Most good-looking Slytherin I've come across since Lucius Malfoy, and he was a massive prat." Dorcas spoke, her mouth filled with mashed potatoes, gravy dripping down the side of her mouth.
"Would it kill you to act like a lady, or somewhat female Dorcas? For Merlin's sake, you've got fucking gravy dribbling down your chin. How do you expect that Ravenclaw boy to notice you if you act like you've been on a hunger strike for the last seventeen years of your life." Marley tsked and grabbed a napkin, rubbing Dorcas's face, huffing every now and then as she tried to clean her friend's face, while the latter pushed her hand away.
"I've already got a mother I dislike Marley, I would rather not have another." Dorcas groaned, snatching the napkin out of the blonde's hands, wiping her face. "Where's Mary by the way? She hasn't even stepped foot in the Great Hall for dinner, not even to drop her things, or to say hello." Dorcas spoke, her eyebrows furrowing.
"Your hypocrisy is unlike any other Dorcas, telling me to stop acting like your mother when you've taken the maternal role for Mary. Or are you just harboring secret feelings for our dear friend Mary? You can tell me, I'll promise to tell everyone." And Dorcas snorted, rolling up the napkin and throwing it at Marley, hitting the girl smack in the face. Lily giggled, rolling her eyes at her best friends, they always acted like bickering children, but she knew that the girls were very close.
"Ah, there is our Mary right now!" Sirius exclaimed, grabbing the attention of several people around them. "And she seems to be completely ignoring us, is she walking towards the Slytherin table? What the bloody fuck?" Sirius was standing now, watching one of his close friends walk towards where Nikolas Mulciber was currently seated, her walk admant and rushed.
And that's when she shrieked bloody murder.
"You foul fucking arsehole!" Before she launched a stinging hex at the boy, and she seemed to be shaking. The Marauders stood quickly, walking towards the table.
"Mary! What's happened?" Lily was close behind the boys, as were Dorcas and Marley, both girls sporting their wands.
"This little shit over here, decided it would be hilarious to lock me in one of the broom closets for a whole hour! A fucking hour! Making sure that I couldn't use any spell to open it up!" Mary was waving her hands in the air like a mad woman, and no one noticed Hermione standing up and making her way towards the group.
"Nikolas, we've discussed this behavior. You wouldn't want certain…people hearing of your childish actions. Some decisions may be taken back. I know how much you want this, so I suggest you focus on keeping your grades up and staying low rather than locking girls in closets. It is beneath you Nikolas; I would've seen this coming from your dull friend, Lestrange, but not you. How disappointed people will be." And Hermione's voice was cool, a chill filling the room, her message vague and no one really understanding what she meant by whatever she just said, but Mulciber seemed to gulp rather loudly, his eyes widening only slightly before he settled for the usual scowl.
"And how would you know Black? You know nothing, you haven't even been spoken to." And the sharp look that Hermione gave him made him shut his mouth, knowing how silly it was to question her. The Black female was the scariest of the three that attended the school, her words harsh but all truth. He knew that she would find a way to destroy him, and his aspirations, regardless of whether or not she herself was a part of the movement or not.
"Don't be silly Nikolas. You know better than I, that I can do things that will provide you with everlasting pain. Focusing your attentions on a silly Gryffindor will get you nowhere, friend. Watch out." And Mulciber only looked away, muttering something under his breath before leaving the table, pushing past the stunned Gryffindor's, all of them looking at Hermione like she'd grown five new heads.
"Alright, what the fuck was that Mione!" Sirius, the utter buffoon, was the first to speak.
"Lower your voice Sirius, being obnoxiously loud is not becoming of you. And it is none of your concern, although a thank you would suffice." She spoke, her voice calm as she regarded Mary who only rolled her eyes.
"You called me silly, I don't exactly know how to feel about that." Mary uttered.
"I also told Mulciber to kindly fuck-off, and know that he won't bother you again. Trust me."
"And why should I trust you? You're just like every other Slytherin, sneaky and sly." Mary spoke boldly, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed.
"And you are just like every Gryffindor, too prideful and too stupidly brave to say thank you when thank you is necessary. You're quiet rude, perhaps you need another hour in the closet, to think about your actions. I could always tell Mulciber to do as he pleases, and once that's said, who knows when he will stop. You know how boys are at that age Mary, you know very well." Hermione spoke, her voice lowering an octave once again.
Mary didn't back down however.
"Are you trying to tell me that I am a slag?" She said, her voice shrill. Hermione could only shake her head softly, her smile wide and cold.
"Of course you would assume that I was, but I was merely insinuating, never telling. You made that assumption yourself, putting words in my mouth. Don't pop a vein Mary, I only helped you and you're being very hostile. I'm feeling attacked." Hermione kept smiling, but her patience was wearing thin. Mary was being a brat, and she needed that to stop before wands were drawn and Mary will regret that.
"Thank you Miss Black, but I could've handled that on my own." Hermione only huffed, a snort also making its way out.
"No, you wouldn't have been able to handle that yourself. In fact, its clear by the way you are standing, and by how shallow your breathing currently is, that you were so obviously scared of how Mulciber would react, and I could also tell from the way you slightly leaned backwards when your friends showed up, that you were happy they were there, more specifically the boys, you know, to fight the big bad wolf for you." And Hermione turned away not wanting to discuss this anymore, she was getting tired.
She called for Theo, and the boy came beside her, grabbed her hand and they walked out of the Great Hall, leaving the Gryffindor's speechless, and Mary both shocked and fuming.
"The little bitch." She hissed, and almost ran after Hermione, but one look from her friends told her that it was not best to provoke the girl, not knowing what she was capable of exactly. And Sirius found it hard to believe that he was actually afraid of his little cousin.
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Hermione was unsure of transpired in the Great Hall, all she did know, however, that Mary Macdonald should watch how she spoke to her, because Hermione did not tolerate disrespect, especially from someone as dull as Mary.
Mary was kind to her previous to their little clash, but of course the muggleborn did the one thing that all muggleborns claim is unfair, she generalized and assumed that the stereotype about Slytherin's was true, resulting in her bad behavior and wrong choice of words towards Hermione, rather than thanking the girl.
Hermione thought of this as Theo was currently leaving kisses down her neck, and she had to pull away.
"Theodore, I will ask you this as a friend, as a confidant even, so I want an honest answer." She spoke slowly. Theo seemed very confused, but slowly nodded his head, trying to think of what to say but decided it was best to hear her question first.
"You know that the world we live in is…changing. It is changing in many different ways, and there are people who are demanding change, a certain man specifically is growing a movement, one that most purebloods are apart of. What I'm trying to ask…or tell you Theo is whether or not you plan to join this movement?" Hermione's voice was cold, and low. Theo shivered, his blood turning cold at the question, but knowing exactly what she was trying to hear from him.
"You asked for honesty. I do not particularly care for muggleborns, nor do I despise them. I find that their presence in their word is quiet irrelevant, but I do believe that us, pureblooded wizards, do deserve some kind of upper hand. We've lost a bit of our glory, and that is something I wish to fight for and restore. Does that answer your question?" And Hermione found that his answer both concerned and relieved her. Because he was stating that he was willing to join the movement, but he was also conveying to her that he was not willing to slaughter muggleborns and dance on their bodies as her cousin, Bella, and Lucius Malfoy were currently doing.
"Yes…it answers my question. Thank you." She whispers, as he leans forward to place some more kisses along the base of her throat, and she decides to shut her mind off, and to bask in the desire that was building in the region below her naval. The familiar tug making her legs clamp together, in order to create any type of friction that could relieve her. Theodore Nott's tongue did things to her, things that made her feel alive and on fire in the most erotic way.
She allowed him to leave a mark, one that she didn't care if other people saw. And she felt her head lull to the side as he continued to lick and suck, before she gripped his hair and tugged his head upwards, capturing his lips with her own.
"You are the most divine creature Miss Black, and you taste absolutely exquisite." And she could only whimper as his large hands skimmed up her thighs, lifting her skirt slightly. They were currently residing in one of the various broom closets that were littered in almost every hallway in Hogwarts. Most of the broom closets were used by students who found the need to ravish one another like Theo was currently doing to her; and Theo made sure to add extra charms on the door, just in case anyone decides to barge in.
His hands lifted her skirt so that it was wrapped around her waste, and her simple black undergarments were exposed to his blue eyes that were alight with desire and lust, for her. And the look he gave her was enough for her to lean forward and kiss him once more, her tongue licking at the seem of his lips, begging for entrance, to feel his own hot tongue against hers.
He groaned as she gently suckled on his tongue, and he pulled back, one hand caressing her cheek while the other skimmed her underwear-clad hip.
"I want to try something with you, if that's okay Hermione." He whispered against her lips and she found herself panting, her cheeks feeling warm and she knew that her eyes were dark and lustful like his were. She couldn't find the ability to form words and so she merely nodded and he leaned forward to capture her lips in a short and sweet kiss and then she felt him there. His hand lightly skimmed the front of her underwear, against her most sacred area of her body and she felt herself almost convulse.
She was only fifteen, and this was crazy but she could barely contain herself and after her little engagement with both Mulciber and Mary she felt the need to relieve the stress and worry that filled her.
"Spread your legs for me, my love." And she does just that, her legs now creating enough space for his entire arm to fit through, and he slowly slides down her underwear, his eyes never leaving hers.
His hands slide down again and he cupped her right there and she felt her hips buck at their own accord, her quiet moan making him harden against her.
"So wet, so ready for me." He whimpers slightly, his lips wet with saliva as his fingers move further between her legs, two of his fingers spreading her folds allowing the cold air in the broom closet to hit against her sensitive nub.
"Fuck" she grunts, leaning forward so that her head was against his shoulder, but he tells her to look at him as his finger slowly begins to circle around her bundle of nerves. She attempts to keep her eyes open, but they are lidded and she can only see him, barely his eyes darkening with each moan that escapes her pink and swollen lips.
One of his fingers slides down towards her slit, and she feels her legs weaken so his arm wraps around her waist while his other hand continues to circle around her clitoris, while one finger slides against her slit once again. She could feel herself drenching that finger.
He looked at her as if asking for permission and she couldn't contain the loud moan that escaped her lips.
"Please Theo, please." And he slowly sunk one finger inside of her and she hissed in pain at the foreign feeling, but after he removed it and plunged it in once again, she felt herself get used to the feeling and the pain slowly subsided and inexplicable pleasure overtook her as he pressed down on her clit and fingered her in the most glorious way.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh Merlin!" She whined, his hands not ceasing their movements, and the familiar tug below her naval let her know that she was close. So close.
"I'm almost there Theo. Oh my…" and she cut off mid-sentence as he slammed his lips against hers, his hand movements quickening and soon she was convulsing, her entire body shaking with pleasure as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and Theo's lips suckling on the skin below her ear.
His finger was slowly removed from her opening and she gasped a the loss, as well as the way he brought it up to his mouth, licking it clean, his eyes never leaving hers.
She could feel the sweat against her skin, and she could see the obvious bulge in his pants but she just wasn't ready for that, just yet.
"Thank you." She whispered, her face red but she never looked away and he leaned forward to give her another sweet, and slow kiss.
He lifted her underwear off the ground and tucked it into his pants, giving her a small smirk as she fixed her skirt, and felt the cool air blow against her now wet womanhood.
"Not nice Nott, but I'll find it in me to forgive you, now that I know what those fingers are capable of." And he grinned, a chuckle leaving those lips as he wrapped his arms around her and they walked out of the broom closet and headed back to the Slytherin Common Room.