½ for today. What I'm taking from this is that weekends are not my time to write, so here you are!

Monday, October 20, 1998

Hermione felt like she'd finally found her stride as a professor. It definitely wasn't her ideal goal of career, but she could see the benefit of it for younger children. Then she watched Theo and he was a natural. The way that he talked with the younger students like they were adults but also helped them understand where they'd gone wrong was, frankly, knicker dropping.

That afternoon at lunch, Hermione heaved herself up on the desk, in front of a seated Theo. "I hope you're hungry," she purred. "Because imagining you teaching Scorp and Tharen the way you do these students has really got me dripping."

She could feel Draco's consciousness tuning into the proceedings. "Thank fuck I'm on my lunch as well," he said with a whine.

Hermione smirked down at Theo who was looking at her knickerless cunt with awe. "Well?" She drawled in an excellent imitation of Draco.

Theo dove in like a man starved. Hermione fell back on her elbows, but even able to hold herself up over his ministrations. She couldn't even see him, but she could feel him. He knew exactly the places that got her going.

She could feel Draco gripping his own cock as Theo continued to expertly use his mouth. "Don't you dare come before our girl," Theo said sharply.

"W-Wouldn't dream of it," Draco stuttered back.

"Enough, Theo," Hermione whined, "I need you inside of me."

"Can do, love," he replied.

Theo's good between her legs and unzipped his pants, quickly entering her. She gasped at the intrusion. Theo stared down at her, his eyes glinting.

"You look so good pregnant," he said both aloud and through the bond. She caught a flash of her image and felt Draco groan loudly.

"You fill me up so well," she moaned back, sending her own image of Professor Theo through the bond.

Theo continued to thrust in long, hard strokes, bringing her to the very brink. Moments later, she flew off the edge, calling out his name as he continued his steady pace through her orgasm. When she'd finished, he sped up. "Think you can come again, love?" he asked.

She nodded, unable to say anything else. He pulled her up so he could kiss her, although her stomach made the manoeuvre difficult. His quick pace wound her up quickly. She could feel Draco nearing the edge with them, finally causing them all to leak simultaneously.

"You're a dream, love," Theo murmured. "And you are a prince," he directed at Draco.

"How the hell am I supposed to go back to musty potions after that?" Draco complained.

"The same way I will," Hermione said, falsely haughty.

"Touché, darling," he said with a grin.

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