A/N: Hello my lovelies! First, I promise that I have not forgotten about Green Finch, or that lovely little nugget of information I left you all with ;). I recently started school again, and I need to set certain rules in order to guarantee my success. So please bear with me over the next six weeks as I get through the rest of my course work, as one of my rules is no fanfic writing until all my homework is done for the week. This story JUST made the cut.

As such, this story falls solely under the excuse of TikTok made me do it (along with my center part, and curtain bangs). There is this interesting little filter going around right now, and it gives prompts for fanfic writers, specifically HP writers. So please enjoy this shameless little one shot filled with lots of smut, and little plot. Also, I have never written anything this explicit before, so please also go easy on me.

xoxo-rp95

Hermione sat in potions jotting down notes, half listening to Slughorn as he deviated from talking about the regermination potion to talking about some former student who was now apparently making a fortune running greenhouses because he apparently used a variation of this potion to grow his plants. Suddenly, a small piece of paper slid into view out of the corner of her right eye. She glanced down briefly, then looked over at Harry and Ron quickly. To her relief, and slight annoyance, they were paying no attention, playing a game of hangman instead. She looked away from them, and with two fingers, pulled the paper on top of her notes, and looked down at it.

'You free tonight?'

Hermione looked to her right. Theo Nott was the picture of a model student, dutifully taking notes on Slughorn's lecture, back straight, uniform perfectly pressed, not a hair out of place.

Hermione grinned to herself, and scribbled a response on the parchment, then slid it back over to Theo. 'Usual spot at 8?"

She tilted her head down, but watched Theo pull the note back into his view out of the corner of her eye. To anyone else, they wouldn't have noticed anything different, but Hermione wasn't anyone else. She saw the way his straight back stiffened ever so slightly, the small, sharp inhale of anticipation, the tightening of his hand holding his quill. He looked over at her ever so slightly, and seeing that she was watching him, he gave an almost imperceptible nod, and Hermione had to actively stop the shiver that wanted to wash over her.

Making it through the rest of her lessons felt like torture after that, knowing what was coming tonight. After racing through dinner, she raced up the stairs to Gryffindor tower, ignoring the odd looks that Harry and Ron were giving her. She quickly changed out of her uniform, and into a much more casual turtleneck dress, making sure that there was no hint of what she was going to do tonight visible.

She grabbed a textbook, and made her way back down to the common room, glancing at her watch as she made her way over to the armchair by the fireplace. She settled in, but set a tempus charm on her wand for 7:45, and tucked it under her so no one would notice when her wand started vibrating to let her know that it was time to leave. She was casually sitting in the chair, reading her potions textbook when Harry and Ron finally made their way back up to the Common Room.

"What made you take off?" Harry asked, sliding his bag off his shoulder, and putting it on the ground next to him, watching Ron split from him, and go over to where Lavender was sitting by the window, grimacing at the high pitched squeal she emitted when she saw him.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I wasn't that hungry, so I decided to come back up here and study."

Harry gave her a look that showed that he didn't quite believe her. She sighed, and gave his bag a dirty look. "Not all of us have a book that helps us cheat in class."

Harry pulled his bag closer to him, as though he was scared that she might lunge and take the book out. "Is it cheating if it's just more efficient?" he asked.

Hermione scowled. "That book is trouble."

Harry shook his head. "You're over-reacting."

Hermione was about to respond, when she felt her wand start to vibrate under her. She shoved her own book at Harry, and pulled her wand out from under her, quietly casting finito on her wand, and stood. "Read that copy," she said waspishly. "The Prince crossed out about half the chapter from what I could see, and you should at least know what the author actually wrote."

Harry glanced down at her textbook then up at her. "Where are you going?" He asked.

Hermione folded her arms. "The library. I want to find a book for Arithmancy. There's a principal Professor Vector mentioned in her lecture yesterday, and I wanted to read more about it."

Harry nodded, then leaned back into the couch. "Have fun then."

Hermione waved, grateful he believed her, and didn't seem interested in coming with her, and left. She quietly made her way through the corridors, glancing at her watch every so often, and made her way to the fifth floor, stopping before a door down a deserted corridor. She glanced around her, making sure that there was no one near her, though she knew that no one ever came to this part of the castle except them. She pushed the door open, and slipped into the room.

The classroom was dark, save for a few candles, and Hermione could just make Theo out from behind the light, the tall and slender boy leaning against the professor's desk. "You made it just in time." He said, standing up and strolling lazily over to where she stood by the door.

Hermione stayed silent until he was right in front of her. He tilted her chin up with his left hand, and she swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "I had to throw Harry off," she responded in a breathy voice.

Theo bent his head down, his mouth just by her ear, and Hermione got a strong whiff of him, the sharp spicy scent of his cologne, the fresh smell of his shampoo, and wondered if he could hear her heart pounding. "Stop thinking so much Granger." He ran his right hand along her side, ending at the hem of her dress, just above her knees. "And take this off."

He stepped back, and she lifted the dress over her head, and tossed it to the side. She put a hand up to her hair, trying to pat it pack down.

Theo chuckled. "I don't know why you're bothering Granger. It's just going to get worse." He eyed her. "Now when did you get this little number?" he asked, moving back in towards her, and running his hand along the edge of her body suit. She looked down, the nude mesh hiding next to nothing, the only thing offering any coverage were the snakes entwining on her front.

"I found it in a shop over the summer," she muttered, eyes fluttering shut, as he walked behind her, his hand trailing along her body.

"Have anyone in mind with this?" He asked, his voice brimming with a dark promise.

Hermione shivered. "I just thought it looked nice."

Theo tugged on the ribbon that was holding the halter neck in place, loosening it. "And here was me thinking I'd had the pleasure of fully corrupting you." He ran his left hand down her backside, letting it rest on the curve of her waist, and moved his right to the front of her neck, pulling her flush against him, letting her feel his cock that was straining against his pants, against her backside, and tilted her head back on his chest. "Turns out, you were just looking for someone to bring out the darkness in you."

Hermione moaned. "Theo."

He moved his hand up from her waist to her left breast, and pinched the nipple through the fabric. "Eager tonight are we?"

Hermione lifted her arm up to loop it around Theo's neck, needing to hold onto something, as she felt like her knees might give out. Suddenly, Theo pulled away, and Hermione's eyes flew open. Theo moved to stand in front of her, taking his tie off. "Hands in front Granger."

Hermione put her hands out, wrists together, already knowing what was coming. He took his tie, and bound her wrists with it. He unbuttoned his shirt, and shrugged out of it, tossing it by her dress.

"Tell me Granger," he muttered, taking his belt off, and undoing his trousers, stepping out of them along with his underpants, and kicking them away. "Do you want me?"

Hermione's eyes widened as she watched him. It didn't matter how many times she was with him, his size always made her wonder how she was going to fit him in her. "Yes," she whispered.

Theo gave her an almost feral grin. "Good. On your knees."

Hermione made her way to her knees, breathing shallowly, and looked up at him. He crouched in front of her, and ran his index finger along the side of her face, stopping at her mouth which was slightly ajar, noting the way her breath caught as he let it rest there. "Are you ready for me, Granger?"

Hermione's eyes fluttered shut, and she nodded her head, not trusting her voice, then suddenly, Theo's mouth was crushed against hers, and Hermione couldn't control the groan that came out of her, deep and guttural from her chest. He brought his left hand to her breast and pinched her nipple, applying just the right amount of pain that sent a jolt of electricity to her core. He tugged on it through body suit, and Hermione couldn't control herself when head tilted back breaking their kiss, moaning his name.

Theo seemed unbothered by her breaking the kiss, and instead started laving his way along her jaw. With his free hand, he reached up and fully tugged the ribbon that was holding up her body suit and let the top fall down, moving his hand out of the way so that the fabric left nothing uncovered. As her chest was bared to him, he started slowly making his way down her front with his mouth, eventually making his way to her breast, taking special care to avoid her nipple, but every so often, letting his tongue come oh so close.

Hermione arched her back into his mouth, and opened her eyes to watch him. "Please." She moaned, desperate for his mouth to latch on to one of her nipples.

Theo pulled back slightly, and clucked his tongue. "What do you want me to do Golden Girl?" Use those words."

Hermione breathed heavily. "I want you."

Theo slid his hand down her back from her neck, to where the body suit had a small clasp holding it up still. He pulled on the clasp ever so slightly. "What do you want me to do to you?"

"I want you to," She panted, her arms starting to strain against the bonds he'd tied her wrists with. "I want you to fuck me."

Theo smiled. "With pleasure."

He undid the clasp of her bodysuit with one hand, and pushed her on to her back, her knees bending up instinctually, goosebumps forming from both desire and the cold stone hitting back. He ripped the flimsy fabric down from her body, and she cried out at the sudden roughness while he threw it to the side.

Theo leaned over her, their skin nearly touching, but not quite. He came close to her ear, "Remember your safe words, Granger?"

Hermione nodded her head quickly, running through the words in her head, even though for all the months they'd been doing this, she'd never once used it. "Yes."

Theo bit her earlobe, and she cried out. "Too much?" He chuckled in her ear.

She shook her head. "Never."

Theo reached down between them, and pulled her tied arms up, over her head so that her bonds were strained, and her chest was pushed out. Hermione whimpered at the change in position. "Theo please!" She cried, desperate for his touch.

Fortunately, Theo didn't seem interested in prolonging either of their pleasures any further, and ran two fingers along the seam of her lower lips, and he started making his way down her body, leaving open mouthed kisses along his path, giving her nipples the attention she had so desired. When he finally reached his destination, he glanced up at her, meeting her eyes, a devilish smirk on his face, and then he dove in.

"Theo!" She shrieked, arching her back, her head hitting the stone floor, but not caring in the slightest as long as Theo kept his tongue doing those delicious things to her. He kept moving two fingers inside of her, scissoring them, and spreading her deliciously wide in side. His tongue traced every inch of her, and every so often, he would come up and suck on her clit. After a short time, Hermione began to feel the tell-tale tightening in her stomach. "The-Theo," she panted, trying to let him know.

Without leaving her center, he added another finger, filling her more, and placing his thumb on her clit, still sucking on her center with renewed vigor. After just a moment more, her body went taut as a bow, and she came apart, crying Theo's name. Theo stayed down at her center, lapping up her orgasm, as she crested to completion.

In a heartbeat, Theo was moving up her body, and he kissed her roughly, shoving his tongue in her mouth, letting her taste herself on his mouth. He reached a hand up, and pulled his tie off her wrists, and she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening their kiss, her tongue fighting for dominance.

Without breaking their kiss, he wrapped an arm under back, and quickly flipped them over so that he was on his back, and she was on top of him. She pulled away from their kiss, and she scrambled to kneel over him, her legs straddling his hips, her dripping center just over his stiff cock. He gripped her hips so tightly, that she knew she'd have bruises in the morning, but found that she simply couldn't care.

He looked down between them, and lined up her opening with his cock, and then thrust his hips up, and brought her down so that they met. As he filled her up, they both groaned at the feeling of their joined bodies. Hermione fell forward as he moved his hips back down, pulling her down with him, not moving a centimeter from her hot center, her hands grasping his shoulders.

With some effort, Theo managed to work his way up to a seated position, and Hermione gasped at the change in position, which allowed him to move even deeper in her. Theo leaned his forehead against hers. "Move Granger," he choked out in a strangled voice.

Hermione lifted her hips up slowly, until only Theo's tip was still inside her, and then she slammed her hips back down on his. Theo grasped her waist even tighter, and started helping her move herself up and down on him. She moved one hand up from his shoulder and clutched the back of his head. She pulled his head in towards hers, and gave him a sloppy kiss.

They continued to move, a thin sheen of sweat covering their bodies. After a time, Theo pulled away from their kissing. "I'm so close Hermione."

Hermione nodded. Theo never called her by her first name, only ever Granger, or some nickname he managed to pull from the gossip in the school, or the papers, unless he was coming, preferably inside her. "I can feel it, too," she muttered softly.

He moved a hand from her hip, and began rubbing her clit furiously, to help bring her to the edge at the same time as him. Hermione started whimpering as her orgasm began to crest. Theo felt her walls tightening around him, and could feel his balls tightening with her. With no warning, Theo flipped them back over, and began pushing his hips into her with abandon, Hermione thrusting up to meet him, her whimpers long abandoned for crying out his name.

After a moment, Hermione's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her orgasm overtook her, her tight walls clenching his cock, pulling him into his orgasm with a loud roar, his hips pumping continuously into her, spilling his seed into her. As they came down from their highs, they both stopped moving, and he collapsed on top of her, not pulling out of her, their breathing labored.

Hermione's eyes fluttered shut, and Theo tucked his face into her neck. They lay together like that for what felt like eternity, until finally, Theo pulled out, and moved to lay beside her. Hermione opened her eyes, and turned her head to look at Theo, a peaceful smile gracing her face.

Theo turned his head to look at her, and chuckled kindly. "So how was it this time?"

Hermione started laughing. "Do you really have to ask?"

Theo rolled on his side and propped himself up on his elbow, and smirked, lazily tracing patterns on her stomach. "It's a good thing I remembered the silencing charms this time."

Hermione glared at him. "Don't remind me. Almost getting caught by Ron last week was horrible!"

Theo laughed. "I almost wish he had. You know he's only with the Brown bint to try to make you jealous. Imagine what would have happened if he'd walked in on you mid orgasm."

Hermione rolled her eyes, trying, but failing to suppress a chuckle. She tilted her head back, but winced as she remembered hitting her head on the hard stone floor.

Theo helped her sit up, and moved her hair to look at the back of her head. "How bad did you hit it this time?" He asked gently, once he was certain there was no bump, and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She looped her arms around his shoulders, and rested her forehead against his. "I'm fine. It's not nearly as bad as when I hit it over Christmas hols."

He sighed, and rubbed his thumb on her waist. "Granger," he muttered softly. "What am I going to do with you?"

Hermione smiled, and leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss. She pulled away after a long moment. "Harry's still obsessing over Malfoy."

Theo grimaced. "He isn't getting any closer to figuring out his task."

"And he's not letting you help him?" She asked.

Theo shook his head. "This year isn't going to end well."

Hermione stood up and held a hand out to Theo to help him up, and the pair started dressing slowly. "It's Hogwarts. I haven't once had a normal year since I got here." She held up the tattered body suit that Theo had ripped off her. "Again? Do you have any idea how much this cost?"

Theo pulled her into his arms, flush against him, and kissed her forehead. "You know you love me ripping them as much as I love ripping them off you. When this is done, I'll buy you so many of these silly things, you won't have enough room to store them all."

Hermione looked up at, nerves overtaking her. "What if this all ends badly?"

"Then I'll snatch you from wherever you're hiding, and take you far, far away from here where we'll be safe." Theo murmured, saying the words into the top of her head reassuringly. It wasn't the first time since they'd begun their secret friendship, and subsequent relationship that their nights had veered this way, but both were becoming more acutely aware of the upcoming war, and the toll it would take on them.

They stayed in the quiet embrace for what felt like ages, until finally Hermione pulled away. "I should go back," she said reluctantly.

Theo tucked an errant curl behind her ear, and walked her over to the door. He opened it, and stuck his head out, making sure no one was outside, then pulled his head back in. "I love you." He muttered, giving her one last lingering kiss.

Hermione gazed up at him sweetly. "I love you too," she said, squeezing his hand, then slipped out the door. She slowly made her way back up to Gryffindor tower, and upon entering it, waved a quick good night to Harry, who was deeply engrossed in some quidditch magazine, and made her way up to her dorm. Upon entering, she was assaulted with Lavender's annoying voice, telling Parvarti some story about something she and Ron had apparently tried in a broom closet earlier that day. Hermione snorted as she gathered her pajamas, and a clean set of underwear.

Lavender shot Hermione a dirty look. "Just because you aren't getting any, doesn't mean that you have to judge the rest of us. And my Won-Won is able to give me satisfaction that you will never understand," she said in a bitchy voice.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but didn't turn to look at Lavender as she responded. "Is that why you use your fingers every night to reach some lackluster orgasm?"

Lavender gasped. "How dare you!"

Hermione turned. "If Ronald was really truly satisfying you, then what you do with your fingers every night wouldn't be quite as satisfying has it so clearly is to you. Believe me, I can't achieve that kind of bliss with just my fingers." She walked towards the bathroom, and just before she went in, she gave Lavender a pitying glance.

"You should try the tongue of a serpent sometime," she said sweetly, then went into the bathroom, a smug smile on her face, as she thought happily of her evening.