About Fourteen Months Ago

It was a cold night, the blustery winds creating an eerie howling noise that had most of the castle on edge, himself included. However, he wasn't on edge because of the weather. Oh no, it wasn't this awful weather giving him problems.

It was Professor Granger, soon-to-be Longbottom.

He was trying to concentrate on what she was saying to him, he really was. But the sultry tone that seemed to have overtaken her voice combined with what had to be her foot currently making its way up his leg had all the blood in his brain rushing… downward.

"Professor Granger!" he hissed when something brushed briefly over his cock.

"Professor Granger? Since when do you call me Professor Granger, Theo?"

"Since you have begun acting inappropriately towards me. I do not know what gave you the impression that I have loose morals, but I do not engage in such… activities with taken women."

"Oh. Oh no. This is going all wrong. It's okay, Theo. Neville knows I'm here."

"He… what? Is this some sort of sick game you Gryffindors like to play or something? I want no part of it," he spat out, squashing the faint hope that had crept up in his heart at her words. He tried to ignore the look of hurt that appeared on her face.

"I told Neville I was going to mess this up. He thought you would take it better coming from just me. Looks like you were wrong, love. Want to help me out here?"

Theo was confused as she was seemingly addressing Neville, but they were alone in the room. But just then a movement caught his eye and suddenly Neville was standing behind Hermione, a sheepish expression on his face.

"Um… this isn't a game, Theo. The truth is that we both want you and we think you want us too."

Theo was floored. What Neville was saying was true, he did feel a very strong attraction to both members of the couple standing in front of him. But he never thought they would feel the same way. In fact, any hope he did have disappeared when Neville had asked Hermione to marry him a couple of weeks back.

"Are you… really? Have you thought this through?"

"Have you forgotten who you are talking to? When have you known me to not think things through?" Hermione asked, amusement evident in her tone.

Never. She always thought things through, usually to the point of overthinking. Which could only mean that…

He jumped up from his seat, the chair tipping over and landing with a bang on the floor. He cursed himself for being so eager and un-Slytherin like. Deciding that maybe there was something to being a bit Gryffindor, he yanked Hermione toward him and laid his lips on hers. He lost himself briefly in her sweet taste until a moan brought him back. Breaking away from her, he looked towards Neville who was watching them both. Before he could even move, Neville was in front of him and his lips were on his own. When they finally pulled apart, Hermione looked between them both and asked, "Is that a yes, then?"

"That's a hell yes."

Prompt: (33) Blustery Winds

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