Theo POV

Hermione didn't show up after that first Friday. We both watched her in class, in the great hall, in the courtyard. She became the Headmistresses' shadow in her free time, helping her with whatever projects she would provide. We watched and we waited. Draco wanted to give her time and I agreed. Mostly I agreed because he needed time to heal. That burn on his chest was red and angry despite all my healing spells. The mark was immune to magic, at least my magic. Draco wouldn't try, wouldn't seek medical attention. He just embraced the pain as time passed.

On her birthday, we watched from across the tables in the great hall as she received owls with gifts. She eyed the package I had sent her thoughtfully before she opened it. I hadn't put my name on it, but her eyes caught mine when she unveiled the romance novel. I had chosen that one specifically, the woman I had purchased it from told me that there were two male love interests and she'd blushed tomato red. When Hermione opened the gift, it was the first time she had looked at me in weeks. She didn't just look at me, she glared at me so hard that I thought it would create holes in my robes. The younger students at the table tittered at the sight of the cover and she tucked it away in her bag, blushing hot while Draco elbowed me in the ribs- hard. I thought about her reading the book often, pictured her touching her cunt as she did. I fucked Draco at the thought of it. I fucked Draco a lot, he fucked me, and somewhere between all of our fucking we continued to watch her as more time passed.

She sat next to me in potions every day and I could practically feel the heat burning off her, the sparks of magic. It was all I could do to ignore it, ignore her. She did just that, so easily it seemed. She ignored, stepping away whenever we were close, refusing to speak to even me, to read my notes, to look at us. As we inched into October, weeks passing, I was reaching a breaking point. Draco had become more sullen with each passing day, finally shrinking away from me to spend hours on the quidditch pitch, practicing every free minute of the day. He had lost whatever hope he had managed to muster as each Friday passed. I wouldn't allow it. I may allow a lot of things, but Draco's loss of hope wasn't one of them.

We wanted her and I knew she wanted us even if she hated us. I'd seen it in her face, Draco had too, and she might be able to deny it all year, but I couldn't. Fuck Draco's waiting. His chest was damn near healed finally, having happened in the slow natural way, the muggle way. We were already half way through the night on the Friday before Halloween, more time passing without her showing up and I was done waiting.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked, as I stuffed my wand into my robes and headed for the open door.

"I'm going to her room," I said, without a hint of hesitation.

He raced after me- out the door, down the hall.

"Are you insane? No, Theo! Quit being a fucking prat." He clasped onto my robes, dragging me back. With the wave of a wand he was thrown off me and sprawled on the floor. "You're only going to make it worse."

"Then I make it worse! How much worse can it really get? She's avoiding us, you're so caught up in your self loathing that I can barely get through to you. I'm sick of waiting on the two of you to come to your senses," I said, trying to hold back my anger. I ran a hand through my wild hair to ground myself. "Come with me. I have an idea. Just let me try. If it doesn't work, I won't push it anymore."

That was a lie, but one that pulled him to his feet. I wouldn't stop trying. If he needed her to be better, to accept my love, then I would do anything to make it happen. He needed her, and I wanted her. I needed him, and he needed me. And despite everything, she wanted us. We were in such a tangled mess and the plan I had thought of might just be what fixed everything. It was a decent plan. If it didn't work though, I would keep pushing. If watching us was what drew her in, than I would whore myself at her feet. Draco shuffled beside me, silent. A thought occurred to me suddenly. I held out my hand, stopping him.

"You know I'm doing this for you, right? For both of us, but mostly you. If she never wants us, you are more than enough for me."

His shoulders relaxed the slightest bit. I hadn't realized that would worry him. I'd been his for years, even before he was mine. There was no one I wanted more than him. I just wanted Hermione in another way, and because he wanted her too. If we weren't in the middle of the hall, out in the open, I would kiss him. I really wanted to kiss him. I would have thrown all my concern about being seen away if he hadn't cleared his throat.

"It's late. We need to get out of the hall."

I nodded and he trailed me through the halls, towards the Head Girl's room. I wasn't going to give her a chance to refuse to see us or answer the door. I couldn't stand her denial for another moment.

"Alohamora."

I pressed the door open, expecting to find her reading or asleep. She was not asleep. Beside her on the bed lay the book I gave her, but I wasn't concerned with the book. I was too busy watching Hermione. One hand was beneath her knickers, another under her shirt. She was moaning while she shook, so deep into getting herself off and fuck, I just about died when our names fell from her lips.

"Fuck, Hermione"

I hadn't meant to speak and if I had, it would have been a string of apologies. At least, I think that I would have apologized. In truth, I didn't feel sorry, not in the slightest. Her eyes flew open as she scrambled to stop touching herself, but it was too late. I got to see her shudder, a final moan leaving her lips, before her face turned pink and then red, so red. Magic sparked off her sweat sheened skin. She reached for her wand on the side table.

"I told you this was a bad idea," Draco muttered, shoving me. "We're sorry. It was Theo's idea. He got some wild hair up his arse. We should have knocked, we shouldn't have come-."

"Silencio!"

Draco's mouth kept moving, but no sound came out.

"Oh, thank fuck," I said. "When he gets going, it takes a lot to shut him up. I never had the heart to-."

"Silencio!"

I had earned my own silence. There was no noise in the room as Hermione sat on the bed, staring at us, her entire body crackling with magic. Neither of us moved forward. We waited and I wondered what she intended to do. My cockiness had landed me in the same boat as Draco. I just hoped she didn't take her anger out on my flesh. I didn't have the stomach for it. I'd probably vomit. She didn't release her anger, didn't move from the spot on the bed. I watched in awe as she removed her shirt instead.