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Rebellious Sex	By : knichols88 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two: The Second Meeting

It was about a month before the two ran into each other again. Luna Lovegood was hosting an art exhibit at the gallery she owned; some woman from the United States had done a series of photographs, watercolors, and oil paintings of magical animals, most of which were the exotic animals that fascinated Luna. Hermione was there to support Luna while Theo was there to write a piece for the Prophet’s Art & Style section. She was studying a photograph of a group of pygmy puffs when he approached from behind.

“Quite adorable, aren’t they?” He asked, his breath tickling her ear.

She glanced at him through the corner of her eye, “May I inquire as to why you’re here? I know you aren’t friends with Luna and I don’t have you pinned as someone who enjoys artwork featuring animals. ”

He nodded, “You’re right. I’m only here to write about the story.”

Hermione’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I thought that you inherited your father’s fortunes.”

He nodded again, “Yes but living the life of a ‘pure-blooded’ socialite with nothing else to do but listen to idle gossip all day long gets rather boring very quickly. Of course, my superiors think that because I come from a rich family that I would want to write about ‘Art and Society’.”

“Wouldn’t you want to?” She asked, her curiosity rising.

Theo shrugged. “I prefer politics and topics that actually forces people to use their brains. Art does, but not the pieces I’ve been forced to write.”

She raised her eyebrows, “How do you keep the passion for writing then?”

“I write editorials and opinion pieces about what is going on,” he said before taking a sip of butterbeer.

“I’d like to read them sometime.”

“Well, if you’ve satisfied your curiosity for the odder creatures in our world, maybe you’d like to stop by my apartment and take a look at a few.”

“Where do you live?”

“Just a block or two away,” he replied, scribbling down the address.

“I thought that you lived in Northern Ireland,” she countered with a curious tone as she took the paper.

He smiled, remembering the night she was referring to, “That’s the family home. My mother does not spend a lot of time there now, since my father was killed during the Battle. I only go there if I’m too intoxicated to come back here or if a local woman wants to…spend the night, which does not happen that often.”

“Maybe, we could go now,” she said, her tone somewhat unsure. He smiledand thought how adorable she was unsure about coming to his house, as if he would think poorly of her or something. He finished off his champagne and replied, “If that’s what you’d like to do. We could leave separately, if that makes you feel more comfortable. It must be awkward for you to be seen with a former Slytherin, even though I did not participate in the war.”

“No,” she abruptly replied, causing him to show his shock that he felt. “Let’s go together; they can talk if they want. The war is over and you’ve shown that you weren’t one of them.” They walked together towards the exit, continuing to talk about his work and some of the pieces in the studio, ignoring any side glances some of the guests were giving them. They joint-apparated to the front of his building, where he led her up three flights of stairs. She admired the architecture of the building as he fumbled with his key.

“I must warn you,” Theodore said as he unlocked his front door. “My apartment is a bit messy. Believe it or not, I don’t have a house-elf, servants, or any of that; I prefer to do it myself.”

Having seen how Ron and Harry lived, she doubted that his apartment was messy at all, and she was right.

“I can see how messy you are, Theodore,” she chided, playfully bumping into him as she entered.

“You can call me, Theo, you know. Theodore is too formal and we are far beyond last names, Hermione,” He replied as he showed her into the living room, summoning the portfolio he was making. He set it on the coffee table as she sat down. “Would you like something to drink? Tea or wine? Coffee?” he asked. He was slightly nervous and he hoped she didn’t sense it. It was a long time since an attractive, single woman was in his apartment and the last thing he wanted to do was screw it up.

Hermione asked, “What sort of wine do you have?”

“I have a nice Merlot and a white Zinfandel,” he replied, leaning on the wall next to her. “Which would you prefer?”

“I’m not sure; whichever is sweeter, I suppose?” she replied. He nodded and walked into the kitchen as she started reading. She glanced around the apartment. It was nicely decorated with a modern feel to it. There were a few pictures of him with his parents and friends; however, most of the images that she could see were paintings and photography of different places: some of England and Hogwarts, some of the Americas, and some of Africa and Asia.

“I thought you were here to read my work, not to judge my decorative style,” He joked as he handed her a glass of red wine.

Hermione laughed as he sat down, “I’m sorry, your writing is fascinating, but the photography is gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” he replied, taking a sip of his own wine. “I very much enjoy looking at photography; I just don’t like talking about it over and over again.”

“That’s understandable,” she replied, reading some of his work again. “You have an interesting point of view on certain matters.”

Theo smiled, “I am a bit more liberal then you thought I would be.”

The two continued to discuss politics

Without hesitation, Theo leaned in and kissed her. She was shocked for a moment or two and as she felt him start to pull back, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. As she started to reposition herself to be more under him, he pulled back.

“I don’t want to rush anything, Hermione,” he said.

She smiled, “You said that last time.

“We can stop whenever you want.”

She laughed, “You said that last time, too. Do you remember what I said last time?”

“Can’t say I do,” he chuckled in reply.

“I figured as much,” She murmured pulling him back onto the couch. “If I feel rushed, I’ll let you know.” She pulled him close and they started to make-out on his couch. Things started to get hot and heavy when he pulled back, confusing Hermione.

“What?” she asked. “Is it something I did? Or didn’t do?”

He shook his head, “I just feel that this couch is entirely too small and uncomfortable to do anything more on. If you’d like, my bed is much bigger and much more comfortable.”

She raised an eyebrow and smiled, “I think I like the sound of that very much.” He helped her off the couch and led her down the short hallway. The door to the bedroom was closed and he paused in front of it.

“We can stop now, say our goodnights, if you want,” he said.

She smiled, “Are you nervous?”

He drew a breath, “I just don’t want to tarnish your reputation.”

She pressed against him, “I like being rebellious every once and a while. You won’t tarnish my reputation, so stop worrying.”

They started to make out against the door as Theo fumbled with the doorknob. The door opened and the two tumbled into the room.

“I apologize for that,” Theo laughed. “The door sticks sometimes.”

“It’s alright,” Hermione smiled, pulling him towards the bed. As they continued to make-out, they stripped each other of their clothes. Hermione could feel his erection growing against her as she eagerly unzipped his pants. His bulge was straining against his boxers as her hand slid down to elastic band. He started to take off her skirt when a strange buzzing sound came from the vicinity of her robes, which made the couple pull apart.

“What is that?” Theo asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking a moment to admire Hermione’s curves as she dug through her robes to find whatever was buzzing. She found it, read the message, and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she gathered her clothes. “I have to go.”

“Is everything alright?” He asked, concerned.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes, “Some bloody emergency in my department. It’s probably an intern messing something up. I’m really sorry, Theodore.”

“Its fine,” he said shrugging on a pair of sweat pants. She raised an eyebrow. He smiled at her, “I would, at least, like to walk you to my door. It is the polite thing to do.”

“It’s just odd, seeing you in sweatpants,” she chuckled as she put on her robes. “I’m sorry to leave.”

He shrugged as they walked through his apartment, “I understand. We’ll just have to try again sometime, if you’d like.”

“I would,” she smiled as they reached the door. He took one look at her brown eyes and her lips and leaned in, without hesitation. His kiss was firm and strong. Hermione pressed herself against him as the kiss deepened. He loved the feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest and her fingers gripping his arms. Theo knew that if he wanted to, he could have her against the wall right now; he wanted nothing more to do that, but, instead, he pulled back.

“You should be going,” he said, clearing his throat. She nodded in agreement, gave him one last peck on the lips, and left.

Theo leaned against the door and sighed. He wanted her, so badly, but there was nothing he could do but wait.

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A/N: I promise that it'll get really steamy next chapter!
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