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Second Chances	By : ShigeSato Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 2964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It didn't take long for the whispers to start. The moment they came within sniffing distance of Hogwarts, the three of them together with Theo's hand firmly intertwined with Hermione's, the eyes started taking notice. Theo looked nervously at her as the first pack of students began talking in hushed tones, clearly wondering if she thought this was a good idea, but Hermione was defiant – this was her relationship and it was going to come out sooner rather than later. She would send an owl to Harry and Ron tonight, so they didn't have to hear from the Prophet, but other than those two she didn't really care who knew or how they reacted. The people that mattered were here at Hogwarts, and they were all very happy for them. She knew Theo didn't have anyone on the outside he even spoke to, so his concern was entirely for her, and while she thought it was very sweet, it was totally unnecessary. After what he had done for her today, she was more than proud to show him off to the world.
When they reached the Great Hall, Theo stopped at the Gryffindor table, clearly unsure what to do. Hermione smiled and leaned up to kiss him gently, whispering, "Meet me in the Room of Requirement later on." Theo grinned into the kiss, ignoring the stares, then released her with a nod and went back to Draco, who had been pointedly looking away from them, and together they made their way across the Hall to the Slytherin table. Hermione sank into her seat, alone as Neville and Seamus were still out, as were Parvati and Dean and Ginny and Blaise. She was glad of the solace for the moment, though; she had so much to digest from today that she could barely get even her overactive head around it.
Her parents – Theo had found them and was helping her bring them back. There was a chance it wouldn't work, Hermione forced herself to remember, but if it did – she'd have a whole family again. She would have the chance to make up for what she did to them during the war, to give them their real lives back, and hopefully if they weren't too angry with her, she could introduce them to Theo, proudly show them her NEWT results, talk about the future…she'd never thought she would have the opportunity to do that again, and now Theo, her wonderful Theo had made it happen. She couldn't believe the lengths he had gone to for her sake – not to mention the money it had cost him, which while Blaise assured her it was barely a fraction of his fortune, was still an unbelievable amount – and more than ever she found herself unable to imagine a future without his presence in it.
It was crazy, she thought. She hadn't even known him at all in September when they came back to school, and now it was February and he meant more to her than she could even fully comprehend. Of course, he had liked her for a lot longer, so she was sure that at least on his part he didn't feel like it was sudden at all, but for her this was very out of the blue, and pretty uncharacteristic to get so swept up in her feelings and fall so hard so quickly. After all, it had taken her seven years to finally get anything together with Ron. The last time she'd done anything so spontaneous before this year was accepting Viktor Krum's invitation to the Yule Ball; but, she reflected, in the end, she was pretty happy with the results. Now that Draco was dealt with, the issues were out of their way and she and Theo could look forward to their future together.
She finished up her dinner in a happy daze and left to go to the Owlery. The first thing she needed to do was get that letter sent to Harry and Ron, to make sure they heard her version of events before the newspapers reached them. Then, she would go straight to the Room of Requirement. Though she didn't have as much time to prepare a surprise as Theo had, she was determined to get into the spirit and give him a fantastic Valentine's Day evening after what he'd done for her. Somehow, she'd make it work.
A few hours later, Hermione sat slightly nervously awaiting Theo's arrival. She had made the Room of Requirement into a cosy living room reminiscent of the one at her parents' house, with a small fireplace and long, luxurious couch, and had dug out a bottle of champagne from her trunk. She'd been saving it all year, hoping to enjoy it with Ginny after graduation, but this occasion certainly warranted its use. She would be able to get some more before they graduated, after all, and she hoped that now, there would be many more of them celebrating together, so just the one bottle wouldn't nearly be enough. She had also Transfigured her clothes into something a little more…she didn't really think she looked sexy, per se, but she'd given it a shot. She wasn't very good at fashion Transfiguration, having found it an incredibly vapid and boring topic in fifth year. Now she wished she'd cared to practice a little more.
She was distracted out of her nervous musings by the sound of the door opening, and she straightened up, trying to look alluring. Theo peered round the frame, then caught sight of her and stepped inside, letting out a low whistle. "Hermione, wow, you look…amazing."
"Thanks," she replied shyly, aware of how revealing her current outfit was and of how his gaze seemed to be burning into her skin. It didn't make her feel afraid or nervous though; behind the clear lust was a deep and tender adoration, so his appreciative stare made her swell with confidence. "I thought it would be nice to do this – just the two of us."
"Yeah," he replied, and his gaze met hers with a soft smile. "It's been a long day, and I can't think of anything I'd rather do right now than spend time with you. Just the two of us."
He stepped into the room properly and she moved to meet him, snaking her arms round his neck and burying her face in it. His scent filled her nose and she gripped him tighter, hearing him sigh as he held her, his hands softly running over her back. "Hi," she said breathlessly, thinking this was the first time she'd felt grounded all day.
"Hi, you," he replied happily, his eyes closed and head resting on top of hers. They drew apart and Hermione indicated the champagne on the table. "Would you like a glass?"
"Of course," Theo said, sitting down on the long couch, casually slinging his arms over the back and looking around the room. "I love what you've done with this room, by the way. It feels really cosy."
"It's modelled on my parents' living room," Hermione explained, handing him a glass, and her smile was barely contained as she added, "I hope one day soon you'll be able to see the real thing, if you want to."
Theo's gaze softened. "Of course I want to, if they'd have me. I'm under no illusions – I'm not exactly the catch of the century for someone's daughter, with my family history - particularly a daughter as brilliant as you who could have anyone she wanted. I won't be surprised if they're not keen on me."
"They'll love you because I do," Hermione stated firmly, filling her own glass and sitting down beside him. "Not to mention you were the one who found the way to bring them back to me. I really can't wait for them to meet you, and get to know you, and for us all to be a real family – well, I mean, if you-" she stuttered and went a little pink, realising that she hadn't properly spoken to him yet about the prospect of their future. "Don't feel pressured, if you don't want to," she finished lamely, realising how it sounded but unable to take back what she'd said before. She could barely meet his eyes. When she did look up, his visage was a mix of amusement and wonder.
"You could never make me feel pressured," he assured her, his hand brushing hers gently, "I want everything with you, if you'll let me. I want to be a part of your life for as long as you want me in it, and that is not going to change. I've known I want you for four years already. You're the most beautiful woman in the world to me, and here you are with me on Valentine's Day. Please, never feel like you're asking too much of me, because you never could and never will. I'm yours."
Hermione smiled, her blush now fully taking over her face. "I have to admit, I've been thinking about our future, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up with you. That's not a topic for right now, though," she added as Theo looked interested. "We can talk about that anytime, but right now it's Valentine's Day and you did an absolutely amazing thing for me today, so I want to celebrate properly. Let's relax and have a toast; here's to my parents getting their memories back safe and sound, and to our future together as a family. All of us."
Theo raised his glass and it clinked against hers gently; then they both downed it in one go, grinning at each other. The Slytherin shook his head slightly, dark hair flicking over his head. "I still can't believe how lucky I am," he murmured, eyes travelling all over her face as if trying to memorise her every feature. "You are everything I've ever wanted and more. I'm still waiting to wake up from this dream and see you with Draco again."
Hermione giggled. "No thanks. I'd like to keep you instead, if it's all the same to you."
Theo grinned. "He's happy for us, you know," he said, pouring them both a second glass of champagne. "We had a chat this afternoon for a while. On some level he was fully aware you didn't reciprocate his feelings, and he told me he saw the way you looked at me on the hill today – his words, "I've never seen someone so in love, though Merlin knows why it's with you," - and he said that he'd not do anything to interfere with that. He wants us to be happy. Well, more specifically, you."
"A very mature observation," Hermione mused, sipping at her champagne this time instead of drinking it all in one. "I'm glad you two are going to stay friends. I didn't want to do anything to get in the way of that. Who knows, maybe one day I'll even be able to call Draco my friend too."
"I think it'll be sooner than you think," Theo replied, snuggling closer to her. It was very warm in the room thanks to the merry crackling fire, but nevertheless Hermione found herself drawn into his body, curling up under his arm. "But honestly – the last thing I want to do right now is think about him."
"Agreed," Hermione answered, and looked up into his eyes. He was watching her with a slightly nervous but very intense gaze, and she realised what he wanted, but was too afraid to ask for. Too afraid of…what? Rejection? No, it wouldn't be that. After she had gone to the effort to arrange this room, in this style, with alcohol and mood lighting and wearing what little she had on, he knew she wouldn't deny him. Perhaps because he was a virgin? That had to be it. He was probably worried he'd disappoint her somehow. As if that was even possible, and besides, she was practically a virgin too. She opened her mouth, still unsure what she was about to say, but even as she did so, Theo seemed to reach some internal decision and leaned forward swiftly, capturing her lips before she could make a sound.
His kiss was fierce and passionate this time, igniting a spark in her stomach. He was trying to be dominant, to take control, and she gladly let him, allowing his tongue entrance to her mouth and tangling her hands in his hair as he moved closer. Gently he pushed her backwards on the couch and she let him, pulling him down with her so his body was on top of hers, their lips locked together, her hands in his beautiful thick hair. She felt his hands running over her body and shivered in pleasure at his touch. The tips of his long fingers stroked over her hips and she felt a tremor run all the way up her spine. He grinned into the kiss, obviously feeling the effect he had on her, and she felt a familiar stirring as his erection began to press into her insistently.
She pulled away from the kiss, panting, and hurriedly tried to unbutton the white oxford, pulled up to the elbows that she had come to associate with being just purely Theo, desperately wanting to get at the smooth, bare skin underneath it. His eyes were hungry and possessive as he watched her work, helping her when the last button came undone by shrugging the garment off his shoulders and flinging it away over the couch, then crashing his lips back onto hers once more. She sighed into the kiss and explored her new prize with her hands, running them over his pale chest and all the way down his stomach to the waistband of his trousers.
Theo groaned as her fingers ghosted over his waist, and his hips bucked into hers, his growing member a clear indication of his arousal. His hands took hers and pulled them up above her head, then he broke the kiss to stare into her eyes fiercely. "I want to pleasure you first, this time," he said, "so you keep those hands out of my trousers until I'm done with you."
Surprised at his sudden display of dominance but certainly not complaining, Hermione nodded and when he released her wrists she kept her hands on his upper body as instructed. He pulled off the flimsy top she'd Transfigured and attempted to undo her bra, his fingers fumbling with the clasp; eventually it came loose and Hermione shrugged it off for him, baring her breasts. She barely had time to prepare herself before he was on them, his mouth suckling at one of her nipples while his fingers rolled the other between them. She gasped and gripped him tighter as his tongue swirled over her, her hips pushing upwards into him. "Oh, Merlin, Theo," she gasped, but then he pinched her nipple and the rest of her sentence turned into a moan of pleasure.
Pleased with her reaction, Theo did it again, learning quickly what she liked. He moved his mouth down lower, releasing her other breast and kissing down her stomach, his free hand tugging at her skirt. She helped him pull it off, her nether regions throbbing with want, and then removed her knickers and heard him draw his breath in slowly. "You're so beautiful," he said, and she realized it was the first time he'd actually seen her completely naked and ready for him – last time, it had been drunken fumblings with fingers under the covers. She smiled and brought a hand up to his cheek, which seemed to startle him out of his reverie.
"I'm sorry if I'm not – I've never done this before, obviously," he said, a blush rising under her hand as he said it.
"You don't have to," Hermione said kindly, though she wanted him to so much she could scream. "If you're not comfortable with it. Some men aren't."
"No, no," Theo hastily replied, looking aghast, "I really do want to. I want to know how you taste. Just, if I'm doing it wrong, please tell me."
"I promise," Hermione assured him, and watched as he lowered his head. She had taken the liberty of removing any hair down there earlier on just in case this were to happen, and now she was very glad she had. She felt his tongue connect tentatively with her skin and she threw her head back, her sensitive clit overwhelmed with a jolt of pleasure.
Encouraged, Theo licked her again, longer and slower, then leaned down and put his mouth over her entirely. She moaned as his tongue found her clit again and again, teasing it, swirling over it and causing her to grip his head with her legs and tangle her hands in his hair. She didn't have much experience of this either, but boy, did she like the way Theo did it. Before long, she felt waves of pleasure beginning to accumulate and managed to gasp out, "Th-Theo,", her hands firmly placed on his head, pushing him down as the waves broke and she collapsed into orgasm.
After she stopped shuddering, Theo extricated himself from between her legs and grinned. "Did I do alright?"
"You did that very right," Hermione gasped breathlessly, still recovering. That had been one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had. "Was it okay?"
"I loved that," he admitted. "You taste amazing. I could do it for ages. Not to mention the head massage you gave me was great."
Hermione laughed. "Sorry, instinct."
Theo pulled himself up on top of her again and kissed her. She could taste herself on him. "Never apologise. That was fantastic for me."
She smiled. "Well, I'm sure I can think of something that'd be even better."
Theo smiled back. "Then I hereby grant you permission to put your hands wherever you like."
Without any further ado, Hermione reached down to his trousers and pulled them down, followed shortly by his silken boxers. His penis jumped out at her, eager and ready for attention. She loved it just as much as the first time she'd seen it – the perfect size, and slightly darker than the rest of his skin, with a slight curve that made it easy to hold. She stroked it gently, reverently, and felt Theo shudder above her, his eyelids fluttering shut. She nudged him, pushing him down onto the couch, and he acquiesced, allowing her to clamber on top of him and sit over his legs. His length twitched under her grasp as she began to stroke it more firmly, exploring it, testing how his foreskin moved and the ministrations he seemed to like best.
After a little while, she found out that if she put her thumb over the tip and then made a long, languid stroke, Theo would groan and his entire member would jump in her hand. She began to do this over and over, spreading his precum all over the tip, pumping him until he began to protest. "H…Hermione…stop…don't want to – to –!" She understood and slowed down, allowing him to open his eyes and focus on her. "Don't want to come," he panted, and she loved the sight of his chest heaving up and down, all from her influence.
"Oh?" Hermione asked, feigning innocence as her fingers played with his balls lightly. "Why ever not?"
"You know," growled Theo, gripping her arms and roughly flipping them so she was once again on her back underneath him. "You know what I want to do."
"I don't believe I do," Hermione replied, challenging him teasingly, her hips rising to meet his member even as he positioned it at her entrance. Though this was only the second time she'd done this, she could already tell the difference – this time, she felt excited at the prospect, her vagina wet and ready, her body desperate to join with his. "You'll have to tell me."
"Or I could show you," Theo replied, continuing their little game, his eyes firmly searching hers even as his tip brushed her. He was checking for permission, one final time.
"Show me then," she told him, and felt him begin to slide inside her. It was very tight, and she had to guide him with her hand a little, but both of them sighed as the tip pushed in, and before long he was inside her fully, and Hermione had never felt so complete, or so happy. Though it hurt a little accommodating him, it was well worth the rush of love she felt at being finally completely connected with Theo in every possible way. He smiled down at her and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, and she leaned up to kiss him very gently on the lips.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you, too," he replied hoarsely, and then began to move his hips, slowly and gently at first, then upon seeing her reactions, building up to full speed. She arched into him, meeting his movements in a perfect rhythm, the bursts of pleasure getting faster and faster. She grabbed his bottom with her hands, desperately pulling him back in each time he withdrew, gasping and sighing even as he groaned deeply above her, his whole body vibrating with the very masculine sound. He leaned his head down and captured her breast in his mouth again, swirling his tongue over her nipple and sucking it roughly as he thrust into her, and she felt a deep thrill of pleasure at the treatment.
Naturally, it being his first time, it wasn't long before Theo suddenly froze and collapsed on top of her, shudders wracking his body as he came. Hermione whispered words of love in his ear, holding him to her tightly and stroking the back of his head with her fingers. He fell onto her chest and stroked her body with his hands as he recovered, breathing hard. Afterwards, he struggled to push himself up, still inside her, and his tired eyes met hers with a happy sparkle.
"That was…unbelievable," he said, his hand finding her cheek as he swallowed. "You are perfect."
"Back at you," Hermione replied, smiling. She genuinely didn't mind that it hadn't lasted long – stamina was something that was earned with practice, and she was planning on giving him a lot of that. "I love you so much."
"Couldn't possibly love you more," Theo said, shaking his head with a lopsided smile, and then slowly began to pull out of her. She sat up slightly, hastening the process, then cast a quick Scourgify to clean up the couch. Unwilling to get dressed just yet, she lay down on her side and Theo took the hint, snuggling up behind her, both sweaty and exhausted but satiated and extremely happy.
"Definitely my best Valentine's Day ever," Hermione proclaimed, and Theo laughed and nuzzled at her neck, dropping small kisses on it that made her shiver.
"Think it was my best 'day' ever, period," he replied, and held her tighter. "I'm just…so grateful that I'm the one who's allowed to make you feel this way and do these things to you, and I swear, I'm never going to make you regret it. If Slytherins are anything we're damn loyal, and I'm yours, you've got me from now until forever. Do anything you want with me, Hermione, because I'm never letting go."
His words were so fervent that Hermione was overcome with emotion. She'd never felt so wanted, so cherished before in her life – she was just the bookworm, the third portion of the Golden Trio, one of the boys, the bushy-haired know-it-all forgotten in the corner of the library. Theo made her feel like a woman, like someone who deserved love and was capable of giving it in return. He made her feel whole.
She couldn't find the words to reply, so instead she cuddled further into her boyfriend and closed her eyes, hoping that somehow she could convey how much she cared about him through simple touch. He sighed and laid his head down beside her, and together they fell asleep to the sound of the gently crackling fire.
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