A/N: Possible spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Don't read this if you haven't read the book and/or don't want to be spoiled. Oh, and I don't own anything in either verse. Just so we're clear.

Time seemed to be dragging on, but time always seemed to do that when Puck actually sat down to do his homework. He had been doing such a thing since he had gotten the A+ paper thanks to the encouragement of the new librarian, Ms. Granger. Unfortunately, when he was doing his work, she always frequented his mind. It was incredibly distracting when it came to his daydreams about the librarian. While doing his math work, he starting having another one where he had her pinned against a shelf full of books and she was gasping his name.

"Noah?" asked a voice. Snapping out of his daydream, he silently thanked God that he was wearing loose pants and looked up to find his mother standing in front of him.

"Hey, Ma." Having his daydream interrupted by his mom really was a turn off, and he did his best to return to his work. He had glimpsed at her and something about her stance told him that it wasn't good news for him. She was going to start asking him questions, and he hated when she asked questions.

"Noah, how is that Rachel girl you used to date? Do you still talk to her?" Puck raised a brow at the question of Rachel and shrugged.

"I don't know, I guess she's fine. She's dating a kid named Jesse. He's a dickwad."

"Oh."

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, when you dated her, you changed. You started doing your work and became very… Happy. Based on the A+ hanging on the fridge." Yes, his mother hung his paper on the fridge, and he wasn't ashamed of it at all. He just wasn't willing to tell anyone on the football team.

"I thought you two were dating again. You know, she is a very nice Jewish girl." Puck rolled his eyes when the religion he and Rachel shared came up. One of the few things that Shira Puckerman wanted for her son was to marry a nice Jewish girl and continue the family name and the family religion. She just had to convince her son to find the right girl that she approved of.

That was the difficult part.

Puck dropped his eyes back to the math book in front of him and sighed out of frustration.

"There's no one, Ma." Between the frustration of the work he was doing and the pushing of religion by his mother, the numbers on the page were being more and more frustrating.

"Oh, Noah," Shira said, sighing, as she went to sit next to her son, an arm wrapping around his broad frame.

"Please, be a mench and come to Temple with me this Saturday. Rabbi Horowitz has been asking about you. He said his niece is single." Shira gave her son a smile and a wink, which Puck responded to in a manner that neither really wanted.

"Mom!" he yelled, flinging his mother's arms off of him. "I don't want to get set up." Quickly, he tossed his books into a bag and grabbed his keys. He didn't say another word as he left his house and started to drive towards somewhere that he didn't expect to want to go; Mr. Schuester's apartment. Finn had told Puck about how helpful the teacher had been when he first heard about Quinn's pregnancy, and how much of a father figure he had become. With his dad out of the picture, he could definitely use someone there. He would just leave out the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about the man's cousin. That would certainly make the conversation awkward.

Finally pulling up to the large apartment building, Puck sighed deeply. He watched the building for a moment before pulling himself out of his 2002 gold Honda Accord, slamming the door shut.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he whispered under his breath. Puck was not one to ask for help and he certainly wasn't one to ask for help from another man. That was an insane thought for him. He had grown up without a father and he always believed that he didn't need a guy in his life to help him out. Maybe there were certain things that he did need a father figure in his life for.

Walking up to the apartment door another sigh escaped his lips. He didn't want to do this. Bringing his fist up, he knocked lightly on the door, waiting for an answer. When the door finally was answered, he was shocked by who answered it.

"Mr. Puckerman?" Hermione asked, shocked that he was there.

"Is something wrong?" she asked him. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes quickly took her image in. It wasn't obviously sexy, but to him, it was perfect. She wore light purple sleep pants and a t-shirt that hugged her upper body in a subtle way while her wild mess of curls was pulled back by a clip. She always had her hair back. At that moment, he decided that he'd do anything to see it down and wild.

That wasn't the point at the moment however. Shaking his head of various thoughts that had engulfed his mind, he finally found words he could put into a proper structure to form a somewhat understandable sentence.

"My mom and I. We fought. Um, I gotta do homework." All right, so it wasn't too understandable. One of Hermione's brows perked in curiosity, before she looked to his side and saw the messenger bag. A smile came across her lips as she backed away from the doorway to allow him entry.

"Come in. Will is out on a date and I'm quite as a church mouse. You'll be able to concentrate." Puck smiled at her. This sort of smile however, wasn't smug in the slightest. It was kind, thankful.

"Thank you," he said softly, ducking his head as he entered the small, two-bedroom apartment. Puck moved into the dining room and started to spread out his things as Hermione went back to the living room. Looking over his shoulder, Puck took a glance as to what Hermione could possibly be doing.

"I don't hear your pencil moving, Mr. Puckerman," Hermione said in a tone that was quite smug. It was something that he hadn't expected from her. With a brow lifted, Puck turned back to his book and looked down. After a moment, a moment of brilliance came to him, causing him to turn back in the chair, leaning back leisurely as he did.

"How do you know it isn't reading homework?" he asked, a dark brow lofted cockily in the air. She turned around to meet his smirk with one of her own.

"I saw your math textbook in your hand when you came in. And I overheard Mrs. Afifi speak about giving all of her classes homework this evening." Puck's face dropped at her, and her verbally pinning him into a corner. Slowly, Hermione turned back to her book, a smug look clear on her face, leaving Puck there to gawk in shock and amazement.

"Now, turn around and do your work. You won't like it if I have to come over there and make you," she warned, to which Puck scoffed and turned back in his seat. For a couple of seconds, he thought about pushing her buttons, seeing what she's made of, but he decided against it. She might have been a sort of teacher, but they weren't in school at that moment and that meant that she wasn't bound by rules to be nice. Anything could happen, and his dirty mind was only starting to work him into a frenzy that he was going to have a very hard time to get out of. A very hard time.

To try and forget about her, he looked down at his textbook, laying his head on it as his hand moved across the paper, pretending to write the correct answers. What was it really writing? He couldn't be too sure. He was very sure about one thing. He was drifting off into a perfect dream world, complete with a very naughty librarian.

"Noah," a soft voice said as a light hand shook his shoulder, shaking him from his very pleasant dream. He had Hermione pinned against the shelves and she was softly moaning his name.

"Noah," repeated the soft voice and shook his shoulder lightly. Puck groaned at the use of his real name. He knew he couldn't be asleep at Rachel's house, so there were only two other people that it could be trying to wake him. It didn't sound like his sister or his mother, but knowing his mother, she would be playing nice at this point.

"Ma, go away," he groaned, his had flying back to swat his mother away.

"I'm not your mother," the voice said, and soon, he remembered right where he was and what had happened. The fight with his mom, the verbal jabbing back and forth with Hermione, his math homework, everything. Quickly, he jerked upward, and back, causing the chair that had been sitting beneath him to fall back and clatter, along with Hermione jumping back in surprise. They both screamed and were having a hard time catching their breaths. A beat passed.

"Er, Mr. Puckerman," Hermione said softly, pointing to his lower region. A dark brow arched in question before he looked down and all but screamed again, quickly grabbing his textbook to cover his quite visible erection.

Those damn dreams really got to me. I need to get laid, he thought to himself, not daring to look at the object of his dreams.

No one dared say anything for a long time. Finally, Hermione had the courage to say something.

"I was trying to wake you because your mother called, a couple times."

"Shit," Puck hissed. Walking back to the table to picked up his phone and looked at the three missed calls he had received while he had been off in a hot and steamy library.

"I'm sorry I didn't answer. I wasn't entirely sure how." Puck turned and gave Hermione a confused look. Who didn't know how to answer a cell phone?

"I'm not one for technology," Hermione answered to his questioning eyes, with a shrug. He nodded slowly and went to listen to the very angry voice mail.

"NOAH ELIJAH PUCKERMAN. HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME IN THAT FASHION, LEAVE WITHOUT A WORD, AND THEN PROCEED TO NOT ANSWER MY PHONE CALLS. DO NOT EVEN DARE TO WALK THROUGH MY FRONT DOOR UNLESS YOU ARE WILLING TO THROUGHLY APOLOGIZE. IF I FIND YOU IN THIS HOUSE TOMORROW MORNING, YOU WILL NOT LIVE TO SEE THE END OF JUNIOR YEAR. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

His mother was deathly serious about what she had said. Whenever Shira spoke properly, used no contractions and annunciated every word, there was no messing with her. That much was sure. Slowly, Puck closed his phone and licked his lips a bit. Sighing, his eyes started to roam the floor wildly as he was trying to think of a place he could stay for at least tonight.

"Noah?" Hermione asked, breaking him out of his thought process. "Is everything okay?"

Puck should have snapped at her. He wanted to snap at her. Yet, there was a voice in his head that wouldn't allow him to, something that told him to trust her with the truth. It told him that she wouldn't judge him or think any less of him in any way. Pressing the cell phone against his forehead, he turned to her and decided that it was easier to just blurt it out.

"My mom kicked me out temporarily."

Hermione sighed softly, biting her bottom lip and then nodded.

"Go sit, finish your homework. Will should be home soon." Puck was extremely confused. Slowly, it dawned on him.

"Please don't ask him if I can stay here," he half begged, walking over to her but Hermione held her hand up, stopping him in his tracks.

"Too late. I'm going to. Now back at the table and finish your homework. If I have to, I'll ask Mrs. Afifi if you handed it in or not. Now go," she said sternly and pointed back towards the table. At that moment, Puck was wondering why she cared so much about what happened to him but then he remembered those teachers in the movies that they care about all the kids in their class equally. Maybe it's because he's a Glee kid and her cousin is the Glee Choir instructor, so she pays special attention to them? Maybe it was just in her nature to care? Although, the tanned boy had to admit, even if it was to him, that he was happy someone cared. It never really seemed like anyone cared for him and the fact that she did, was uplifting.

It didn't take long for Mr. Schu to get back from his date, strangely just like Hermione had said. He was shocked that Puck was in his dining room but Hermione soon took him to the side and spoke with him in hushed voices. Puck tried hard to pretend that he wasn't listening, but he was never good at acting. Except when it came to girls and telling them what they wanted to hear.

He was a football player, player and a singer. Certainly not an actor.

Finally, after what seemed to feel like hours, Mr. Schuester came over and with his hands buried deep in his pockets. His black dress slacks and white dress shirt were wrinkled as if he had just been taken away from a very heated scuffle. This caused Puck to smirk slightly. Quickly, the expression faded from his face as Will sighed. He extended his hand towards Puck.

"Can I have your phone? I'd like to talk to your mother. I think she should know where you're staying. Mothers do worry," he said, as Puck handed over his phone. With phone in hand, Will went into the next room, leaving Hermione and Puck in the room together.

"Will agreed to let you stay the night and he's hoping that talking to your mum will convince her to let you come home tomorrow," she explained briefly before headed over to the hall closet, with Puck on her tail.

"What if I don't want to go home?" he asked. Hermione barely looked over her shoulder at the young man, shaking her head at his lunacy.

"That's bonkers. Why wouldn't you want to go home?"

"Bonkers?" he asked quickly, shaking his head and returning to her question. "Because my mom won't shut up and wants to marry me off already. I'm only sixteen!" he yelled, his arms folding across his chest.

With a thick quilt and a large pillow pressed against her chest she turned around, and looked up at him. Puck towered at least half a foot above Hermione but that was far from intimidating to her.

"Are you Jewish?" she asked, after staring at Puck for a few moments, only to receive a very confused nod.

"How did you know?"

"A bloke I went to school with, Anthony Goldstein, he told me how his mum was and she sounds exactly like yours. High strung, wanting you married off at a young age. And to a nice Jewish girl as well, I bet?" Hermione was smug, and man did it look like she enjoyed it.

Puck chose against fighting her and just go along with the conversation. A deep sigh left his body as he put his weight against the wall, crossing his arms across his broad chest once more. Hermione moved past him, towards the couch as he began speaking again.

"She wants me to go back to dating Rachel Berry, or to date a Rabbi's daughter or some shit."

"Aren't you dating a Quinn girl?" Hermione asked, raising a dark brow.

"We're not official. She's carrying my baby and I care about her, it's just… I'm really not one for being tied down," Puck said with a chuckle and a small shrug of his shoulders. Hermione wasn't looking at him but still let her eyes roll around inside her head. She couldn't believe that there were so many men like him in the world, having encountered one too many herself. Then she had to remember that Puck was still in school and when a boy is in school, he obviously doesn't care too much for being loyal or even looking at his future.

"Does your Mum know?" she asked, turning back to him and sitting on the newly converted couch/bed.

"That Quinn is having my baby? No. Not yet. I think she'd have my head if she did. Especially since she isn't Jewish." Hermione nodded slowly before standing and looking at the young man.

"Well, you might as well get some sleep. You have school tomorrow and I'm assuming you finished your work?" Puck sighed, annoyed, and returned to the table to finish his work. He couldn't understand it at all. This woman... She had some sort of power over him. He wanted to do what she asked him to do, even though she didn't ask him for a single sexual favor. He wanted to not disappoint her. Was it because more than anything he wanted to get in her pants? Probably, but he also felt something more. He felt... Like... Well, he felt for her like he did for Quinn. Or did he? No. There was no way he could feel that way for the librarian.

No. He just wanted to screw her, and that's that.

He couldn't love her. He loved Quinn. Right?

Hermione let out a deep sigh as she fell into a chair at the dining table, soon accompanied by Will.

"How'd it go?" she asked. Will closed the phone and slid it over towards Puck's books that had been placed in a neat pile in the corner, by Hermione.

"She's very upset at the way he treated her apparently. She won't let him come home tonight but most likely he would be allowed home tomorrow. I guess I caught her at a time that she was calm enough."

Hermione nodded at this. It made sense, sort of.

"He is really something, isn't he?" she asked, looking over her shoulder to the softly snoring Puck. Will looked over her shoulder and nodded.

"Yeah, that's one way to put it."

They were silent for a long time before a soft tapping interrupted their thoughts. Hermione jumped out of her seat and over to the small window in Will's kitchen, opening it and releasing just whose owl it was. Her face turned a ghost white as the small animal stuck it's leg out for her to take the letter.

"Hedwig, how did you find me?" she asked in a harsh whisper. The small animal simply squawked in response and shook her leg at Hermione again.

"Hedwig?" Will asked, as Hermione quickly took the letter to calm the bird. Ignoring Will, she rushed around the small kitchen getting a sugar cookie and giving it to the owl. Holding the letter in her hand, she looked at the messy handwriting, trembling the whole time.

It was a letter from Ron.

"Who is it from?" Will asked.

"My ex-boyfriend," she answered in a barely heard whisper.

"Are you going to open it?" Will asked as the silence between them grew longer and longer. The next silence however, didn't last long.

"No," answered the brunette sternly. Going over to the waste bin, she dropped the letter inside and shooed Hedwig away before heading out of the room.

"I'm going to bed, Will. Goodnight." A door closing and Will standing in the middle of the kitchen, extremely confused, followed her words.

He waited. Once he was sure that Hermione had gone to sleep for the evening, he did something he was sure he would regret doing. He went over to the garbage and pulled the letter from the mass of leftover lasagna. He made a noise of disgust and looked over the aged envelope. The only thing it said on the front was Hermione Granger and then an address of Wherever you are. He felt more and more confused as he looked over the letter.

He turned it over in his hands, readying himself to open it, before he decided that it wasn't right (and against the law) to open the letter. Even if it was magical, he wasn't going to open his cousins mail. Maybe one day soon he could get Hermione to open up about what happened between her and her ex, but that was not the night. So, he returned the letter to its saucy grave and went off to bed.

Hermione lay awake in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling. However, it wasn't the ceiling that she saw, it was her name written in Ron's handwriting. The curiosity of what the redheaded male had written her was eating away at her insides and she knew she'd get no rest if she didn't go and read it. Groaning at her inability to resist, she threw the covers back from herself and tiptoed through the dark apartment to the kitchen. As she moved past the living room she did her best to stay extra quiet. She knew how heavily of a sleeper Will was, but was unaware of Puck's ability to stay asleep and with her own personal ban on magic since the "April Incident" she wasn't about to use a silencing spell to read a bloody letter.

Turning on the single hanging light in the kitchen, she retrieved the letter from the rubbish and sat at the small two-person table, staring at the letter once more.

You're Hermione Bloody Granger for heaven sakes! You fought countless evil witches and wizards and lived and you're afraid of a letter! yelled a voice, deep inside her head.

I'd take a one on one with Voldermort any day if it meant not opening this letter, she responded.

You're a Gryffindor and the Brightest Witch of the Age! Open it! the voice urged. A cold sweat started to bead up beneath her mass of curls, turning her hair kinkier as time past. Finally, she resolved to compare it to ripping off a band-aid. She just had to get it over with. Ripping the parchment open, she unrolled the letter and took a deep breath, filled with courage, before letting her eyes take in the words on the page.

Dear Hermione,

Where are you? Harry, Ginny and I have been searching ages for you.

They're beginning to give up hope, saying that if you had wanted to be found by now, you would have been.

I won't give up though. I love you too much to give up.

I decided to send Hedwig on the search for you. I'm going to tell her to search high and low for you and give you this letter.

I know I won't gain much information if she comes back with or without the letter but if she comes back without it, and within a few days, at least I know you're alive, and fairly close as well.

I still love you, Hermione.

Please come back home.

Love always,

Ron

Hermione started to shake with fear and anger. How could Hedwig have possibly found her? It was impossible, and yet, it happened. Gripping onto the paper firmly, it became crumbled in her hand she groaned in frustration and laid her head down on the table in front of her.

"Hey, Ms. Granger?" asked Puck, causing Hermione to jump up from her seat. Puck jumped back slightly from the shock as well, unprepared for her to be as shocked as she was.

"Sorry! Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Hermione shook her head and looked back at the letter in her hand. She crumbled it and pushed it away slightly.

"It's okay," she whispered, before looking up at him.

"Shouldn't you be asleep? It's three in the morning."

Puck laughed slightly and shook his head. Moving to the table, he sat down in front of her.

"I couldn't sleep and I saw the light on and it sorta made me want to have a midnight snack or something," he said softly with a smirk. Slowly he shifted closer to Hermione. If he were really awake, he probably wouldn't have been as blunt about hitting on the young woman before him but he was groggy and tired, and he didn't care what happened.

Hermione raised a brow and shifted away from him slightly, nodding slowly.

"Uh huh, right. Well, I should go get back to bed," she said, standing slowly, as Puck took a hold of her hand.

"Wait, what were you doing up?" he asked.

"I was just reading an old letter."

"At three in the morning?" he asked, lazily.

"Yes," she said harshly, ripping her arm from his grip.

"All right. All right. Sorry I asked. Sheesh," he said leaning back in the plush chair. Hermione sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"No, no, no. It's fine. Don't worry. I'm just a little testy I suppose," Hermione looked down and shook her head again.

"I'm just going to go to bed and you should too."

As Hermione stood and started to walk towards her room, Puck quickly stood and followed her, turning her around once more.

"Wait, I have another question."

"What?"

"Why haven't you been coming to Glee rehearsals? It's been a month since I caught you." Hermione laughed softly, pushing some of her loose strands away from her face and shaking her head.

"I told you I'd think about it. Well, I'm still thinking about it." Hermione and Puck shared a smile.

"Come on, come to the next meeting. I promise, it'll be worth your while," said the smirking student.

"Oh really?" she whispered only to have Puck nod softly at her in response.

"Yeah, really."

"I'll think about it."

"Oh come on, Ms. Granger," he half begged to which she responded with a roll of eyes.

"All right, I'll be there." Puck smiled.

"Perfect."

A/N: All right, so I have a few things to say. One, to Noel Potter, OWWWWW! And hey, her hair calmed down as she got older! And I expect an ice pack with that cake. Two, I took a couple of liberties with Puck and his home life and added in a little of the things that would happen in a normal Jewish household. And three, YES I BROUGHT BACK HEDWIG FROM THE DEAD. She should have never died. I CRIED when I read that. Reviews are loved. And you'll receive cookies!