Chapter 21

"But it's my birthday!" He complained following after her down the corridor, "you didn't even get me a small gift."

"You're thirty-eight years old, you don't get birthday gifts anymore. Don't you have a godson that you can bother instead of me?" Hermione snapped at the man, "better yet, don't you have a class to teach? For fucks sakes, how you still have a job is beyond me."

The man only chuckled as he transformed into Padfoot and trotted off through the students, causing some to jump out of his way screaming something about 'the grim'. Even in dog form he still sounded like he was laughing at each interaction, making Hermione even more annoyed with him. It appeared some people would never grow up.

Speaking of never wanting to grow up, Hermione's arm was grabbed, and she was tugged into an alcove being tucked against a firm chest and a hand over her mouth. The smell of cloves filled her nose, and she had no doubt of who had kidnapped her. When he finally felt sure that she wasn't going to yell for help, Theo released her and turned her in his arms.

"I've missed you yelling at me," he said nuzzling into her neck, "I'm also tired of class for the day. What do you say we skip off to thirteen and just enjoy each other?"

Hermione couldn't help the bubbling laugh coming from her as he continued rubbing his nose against her, even as she smacked the top of his head with her hand. "I have History and DADA left, so I'm fine with skipping," Hermione answered once she'd composed herself a bit.

"Excellent!" Theo exclaimed, grabbing her hand and dragging her into the now empty corridor. Truthfully, the ghost professor wouldn't even notice her absence and Sirius would more than likely skip DADA himself. So, the sacrifice on her end was not really that great.

They were out a side door not even a few moments later, heading straight for the greenhouses. Theo kept glancing behind him and grinning at her as he tugged her along. The sight of thirteen had Hermione even more excited, having now visited the greenhouse multiple times in the past few weeks to experiment with her newfound sexual empowerment.

When they entered, they slipped down the rows of plants, laughing and kissing as they went. Only, when they reached where their bedroom was, the door next to theirs was open. When Theo's grin grew even larger, Hermione knew he must have a good idea of what was happening in the privacy of that room. And he was going to insert himself where he ought not be inserted.

Following behind him, Hermione knew her jaw had dropped open by the sight. Neville, his girlfriend, and the girlfriend's best friend were splayed out in the bed together. The blonde ponytail of the girlfriend was bouncing as she rode her friend's face, the only thing of the other witch she could see was peeks of the wavy auburn hair splayed on the pillow. Neville had the girl's legs thrown over his shoulders, thrusting into the Hufflepuff causing her to give out gurgled cries of pleasure into the pussy she was eating.

"Hi Theo," the girlfriend panted, not stopping when she spotted them. "How are classes going?"

"They're going great, how is healer training?" The Slytherin asked, leaning against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh, I've decided not to go into it. Uncle Tom is wanting to wash his hands of the Leaky and asked if I'd want to take over following graduation. Susan's still in the program and going absolutely mad, isn't that right Sue?" The girl stopped bouncing and crawled to the end of the bed behind Neville. Leaning forwards on all fours, she proceeded to begin to kiss and lick Neville's ass, until her mouth was on his asshole.

"Yeah, healer prep fucking SUCKS! OH MY GOD! NEV!" The girl, Susan, shouted before she began to sob with the orgasm that had overtaken her.

"Well good talking to you, we'll leave you to it," Theo said, standing back upright and pushing away from the door. He took Hermione's hand and tugged her towards their own room, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck as they walked.

"So, are they a triad as well?" Hermione asked, her mind still trying to catch up with what she'd just witnessed.

"Hm," Theo hummed, pushing Hermione's school robes off her shoulders. "Oh, no, Hannah and Neville are swingers. They're always inviting one person or another into bed with them. Draco and I have joined a few times, but it turns out Draco is just too possessive, so we had to stop."

Theo was fumbling with the buttons of Hermione's blouse as she mulled over what he'd just said. "What do you mean, Draco is too possessive?"

"As in, when Neville went to shove his sword of Gryffindor in my arse, Draco gave him that nasty scar on his shoulder." Hermione's eyes went wide with surprise as Theo finished removing her clothes and then began working on his own, "enough about that though, come here little witch. I have plans for you that don't involve stabbing someone with their mad aunt's cursed knife."

A/N: Alright invested readers. Is this story going to turn into an accidental pregnancy story or not? I'll let you decide, because I honestly have no real set plans.

Swinger Longbottoms starting while they were in school? Yes please.