Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Second Chances	By : ShigeSato Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 2964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, settings or named spells/objects in the Harry Potter franchise. They are the intellectual property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. I make no profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Soon enough, everyone returned to the school, classes picked back up and everything returned to normal. Hermione didn't really see the Slytherins during the first few days of class, though a quick conversation with Blaise after breakfast one day had her confirming that, at the very least, Theo was doing okay. She hadn't heard from him at all for the rest of the holidays, nor had she really expected to, but she was glad that Blaise had it in hand. She missed him terribly, but this was her mess and she had to take responsibility for it. Soon, it'd be over.
Malfoy approached her before dinner on the fourth day. "Granger."
She turned, almost dreading the upcoming conversation, even though she knew it was one they needed to have. "Malfoy. Shall we go and talk somewhere private?"
"I think that's a good idea," he replied, and for the first time she noticed he actually looked somewhat nervous. That was unusual. Normally he was absolutely full of himself.
She followed him into an empty classroom and as soon as the door was shut, he pounced. His lips were on her like fire, but this time although his kisses were as passionate and thrilling as ever, all she could think about was Theo. Malfoy didn't taste like him, didn't kiss like him, didn't feel like him. It wasn't right. She spluttered and backed away, and Malfoy frowned.
"What's the problem?" he asked sharply.
"I – I don't want to do this anymore," Hermione said uncomfortably.
He laughed, though the nervousness was still pouring off him in waves, and she could tell that he was worried. "Come off it, Granger. You love this."
"Look, Malfoy," she began, but he cut her off with another forceful kiss before she could formulate any words. It was hungry and desperate, like he was a dying man, and she was his only source of life. She pulled away with difficulty and started again. "Malfoy-"
He darted forwards and tried to seal her lips again, but this time she was too quick for him. "Malfoy, STOP!"
At her raised voice he paused, and she could see for the first time some real emotion in his eyes. He really did not want her to say what they both knew she was about to say. He sighed. "Can I speak first, then, Granger? Hermione," he corrected himself, and her jaw almost hit the floor. He took her silence as a cue to go on, and pulled himself into a sitting position on one of the empty desks.
"Look," he said, "this isn't easy for me. This-" he gestured between them, "I've wanted this for a really long time. I didn't – I couldn't – say or do anything about it until this year, but after so long it's difficult for me to properly express myself. I prefer to do things a more physical way. It's – easier for me, than talking about feelings."
Hermione found herself nodding. This wasn't anything like the Draco Malfoy she knew. This was a person she would actually feel bad hurting. The thought was like a knife in her chest.
He went on, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I sent you that Christmas present, which I hope you liked, by the way, to show you that you mean more to me than just some random snog in a corridor. I want to mean more to you than that, too."
"Draco…" Hermione began, the word sounding odd on her lips, but at her warning tone he held a hand up. "Let me finish, please," he said.
"Look, I know that – that we haven't had the best past. I know that I have been a total twat. I also know that you have no reason to want to give me a real chance. That's all I'm asking for, though, Hermione – a chance. I'm not a great boyfriend, and I can't express my feelings very well, and I'm snarky and standoffish and I hate your friends. All this is true. But I'm not denying any longer that I care about you and I want to actually try. I'm putting myself out there."
Hermione felt like the worst person on Earth. She closed her eyes, not even knowing what to say. This wasn't the Draco Malfoy she had been prepared to reject. She felt like the tables had suddenly been turned on her at the last minute. She opened her mouth, still not sure what she was going to say even as the words came tumbling out.
"I can't do this, Draco," she said, and she saw him visibly deflate.
"Why?" he demanded. "Why aren't I worth a chance?"
"It's not you," she said, desperate not to look into his hurting face, "I like someone else." She was very careful not to mention Theo, remembering how angry Draco had been with him during their argument. Better that he not find out right now.
"Someone else?" Draco echoed, frowning. "We've been doing this for months now. I've never seen you with anyone else."
"It's a fairly recent development," Hermione admitted. "I kissed him over the holidays."
Draco looked irked, then jumped off the desk and paced up and down. "And you and this other guy – are you going to go out?"
"I don't know," Hermione answered truthfully. "I know I want to, but things are complicated."
"Complicated," Draco snorted. "Another way of saying he doesn't care enough. I do. I've cared enough to try and to actually throw my pride on the line for you. You like him, but it seems like he doesn't deserve it, or else he'd throw himself at your feet to be with you, like I would. Like I have."
"It's not that easy," Hermione protested, disliking the way he was talking about Theo but finding it difficult to disagree, "he doesn't want to cause any trouble."
"Trouble?" Draco's eyes flashed dangerously. "I'll give him trouble no matter what happens at the end of this conversation. I don't share, and the fact that he even managed to capture your attention is enough to make me hate him." Hermione gulped. She was very glad she hadn't told him who it was.
Draco walked up to her, very close, and she looked into his eyes. The stormy grey she remembered was full of swirling regret and sorrow. "I'll give you some time to think about it," he said. "It's – difficult for me, to speak so candidly, so forgive me if I'm a little more closed off around our friends. Are you coming to Theo's birthday party, on the 18th?"
Hermione hadn't even known there was one, but she didn't want to arouse Draco's suspicion as to why she wouldn't be invited to their close friend's birthday. "Of course," she said, "but Draco-"
He put a finger on her lips. "Think about it, and tell me then."
She opened her mouth to argue. This needed to be over, here and now. "I'm not going to change my mind, Draco. I'm sorry."
Draco nodded, not seeming fazed. "Tell me at the party. I'll give you this to remember me by." He drew her into another searing kiss, the familiar poison spreading through her and making her tingle. She resisted him, praying he wasn't using Legilimency and thinking of Theo's face in her mind's eye. This was for Theo. She was breaking Draco's heart, for Theo's sake. She had to be strong.
Draco broke away and left without another word. She let out a long breath and leaned against the wall. January 18th – that was about two weeks away. Hopefully then, Draco would actually listen to her. In the meantime, she needed to get Theo a present. She wasn't going to stop caring about him in the way he obviously wanted her to, and maybe getting him something meaningful would help convey her feelings.
She headed out of the room intent on getting to her Ancient Runes class quickly. She really didn't want to be late. She slid into her seat just ahead of time, and was shocked to see a painfully familiar figure two rows ahead.
"Theo!" she called, almost without thinking.
He turned around, his face schooled carefully into a neutral mask. "Hermione. Nice to see you."
"You decided to take the class," she said, her eyes shining. He swallowed, clearly repressing something, and nodded. "Yeah. I think you're right, I should focus on the future as if there is one. If I want to be a teacher, getting as many NEWTs as possible seems like the way to go."
Hermione beamed at him. She was genuinely so pleased to see that he was taking her advice and actually believing in himself, getting on with classes and striving to succeed regardless of what was going on in their personal lives. Yet another trait she shared with him. She held her tongue, though.
Surprisingly, Theo was the next to speak. "Thanks," he simply said, his face giving nothing away. "For sending Blaise, on...on Christmas. I appreciate it."
Hermione's heart broke in half all over again, but she hid it with a smile and a nod. Nothing else needed to be said on that topic, so instead she simply asked, "By the way. Draco mentioned it's your birthday party in a couple of weeks. I understand if I'm not invited, but he wanted me to go along for a little bit and meet him to talk about some things, I hope that's okay. I'll try not to disturb you."
"Of course you're invited," Theo said a little too quickly. "I'd be glad to see you there."
At that moment, Professor Sinistra walked in, so Theo turned his attention to the teacher. After the lesson, he practically fled the classroom before she had even packed up her bag. She sighed. At least he was doing okay, and she was thrilled that he was taking the extra course. He owed it to himself.
The date of the party rolled around all too soon. Hermione had spent the last two weeks in a state of constant anxiety, worrying about what she'd say to Draco and how to manage it. Her interaction with Theo had been limited to awkward glances and stilted occasional conversations in Sinistra's class, and she hated it. She was desperate to fix this whole mess, but at the same time, she dreaded telling Draco that she didn't want to be with him, knowing that he would absolutely ask for the name of the man she'd left him for and unsure if she was able or willing to lie directly to his face. The last thing she wanted was to cause any trouble for Theo, specifically after he had told her to give Draco a chance.
As usual, Hermione and Ginny got ready together. Parvati was barely ever around anymore, her and Dean having become thick as thieves over Christmas, so they basically had their own dorm now just to the two of them. Ginny joked that it was a lot nicer than sharing her room at the Burrow. Tonight, Ginny was on wingman duty, and she was trying to encourage Hermione, telling her she could do it, promising her she'd have her back if Malfoy kicked off, saying that she knew Hermione and Theo would come out of this together. Hermione smiled and nodded, hiding the churning insecurity and fear that pumped adrenaline through her veins and made her shake with anxiety.
They met Neville and Seamus in the Gryffindor common room. Those two had seemed to be spending a lot more time together recently, though Hermione still didn't know whether to credit Parvati's suspicion that they were actually going out. She thought it was more likely that they were simply hanging around together because she and Ginny had been involved in their own things and Dean and Parvati had coupled up, so they had kind of just been drawn together. Seeing how close they were standing, though, and sensing some kind of odd atmosphere between them, she was prepared to be proven wrong.
The four of them headed out together and chatted on the way. It was all very superficial, and Hermione guessed that there was a lot more going on under the surface for everyone, because none of their hearts were really in the conversation. What great birthday cheer we'll make, Hermione thought glumly. They pushed open the door to the Room of Requirement and were immediately shocked at what was inside.
It was like a dance club. Normally their parties were a lot more casual, with low music, a drinks table and couches; this time, though, there was barely anywhere to sit, the lights were low and the music loud, and it reminded Hermione of those school discos she had used to go to when she was a little girl; except nothing was age-appropriate for children. A stacked table of all sort of alcohol was at the back of the room, Pansy's dress was barely even covering her nipples and there were two or three eighth-year couples, including Dean and Parvati, grinding pretty hard on the dance floor. Hermione whistled. So it was that kind of party, then. She suddenly felt both underdressed and unprepared.
Theo came up to greet them as they entered. "Sorry about this," he said to them in a low voice, "I let Draco and Blaise organize it all, it's not really my type of thing."
Hermione had surmised as much. "It's alright, I'm sure we'll have fun," she said, and held out his present. "Happy birthday!"
"You didn't have to get me anything…" Theo sounded awkward.
"Well I wanted to, so I did," Hermione replied, determined not to let him be awkward, sticking her tongue out playfully. He smiled weakly and took it from her, his fingers fondling the paper as he'd done at Christmas.
"Thanks," he said sincerely, and she smiled. Their eyes met for a moment, then he looked away. Neville coughed behind them.
"Shall we go and get some drinks?" asked Ginny brightly, and grabbed Hermione's arm, dragging her away. "You were being far too obvious given that a certain someone is right over there," she hissed, punctuating her sentence with emphasis and leaving a bewildered Neville and Seamus to follow.
"Is – is something going on with you two?" Seamus asked, motioning back at Theo who had turned to talk to Millie and Goyle.
Hermione sighed. "Get about five more drinks in me and then I might tell you."
Seamus grinned. "Then let's get started."
Hermione elected to stay with her friends instead of seeking out Draco immediately. She would need some proper liquid courage for this, anyway, and she didn't want to make it seem like she was anxious to get it over with, even though her mind was screaming at her to just do it. Instead she spent most of the night in a corner with her friends, getting ever drunker. Blaise joined them soon afterwards and took Ginny away to dance, so she continued taking shots with Neville and Seamus until the room swam and she could barely form a conscious thought. This had made the party much more enjoyable.
Suddenly she felt a wave of nausea coming up and had to excuse herself, running into the adjoining bathroom that the Room had created. She stood over the sink, taking heaving breaths, trying desperately not to be sick. Soon it passed, and she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked really drunk. Her hair was everywhere, though that was nothing new, her dress had slipped a little down her shoulder and her face was full of the happy glee of someone who is absolutely sloshed. She almost giggled at the sight – she'd never seen herself in such a state.
A loud cheer sounded from the other room, and she shook herself and went to see what was going on. Her eyebrows shot through the roof when she looked back at the spot she'd been standing in and saw Neville and Seamus making out ferociously. Well, it seemed she'd most definitely been proven wrong. Whistles and catcalls echoed round the room, and the two men broke apart, grinning widely, then turned to the assembled crowd and took a small bow, Seamus laughing, Neville grinning guiltily. Blaise clapped them, and Theo raised his glass with a nod and a smile, then everyone slowly went back to their previous business.
Hermione approached the pair, grinning from ear to ear. "So? Is it official?"
"Yeah," Neville replied, not letting go of Seamus's hand. "We've been dancing around it for so long, it just seemed like it was time to man up and do it."
"Speak for yourself," Seamus muttered, nudging him playfully, "I would have gone for it before Christmas."
Neville laughed. "Alright, so it was mainly me."
Hermione surprised them both by jumping onto them with a big double-armed hug. "I'm really happy for you both," she said, drawing back and beaming at them. They exchanged a glance, obviously considering her to be far too drunk to be making sense. She took a deep breath. "Carry on making out," she ordered, "I've got something I have to do."
"No complaints," replied Seamus, turning to Neville, but Neville hit him on the shoulder. "Hermione? Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she said, and she actually meant it. She felt calm. Prepared. Bold, even. "You've inspired me. I'm ripping off the Band-Aid."
Neville was completely nonplussed, having no idea what a Band-Aid was, but Seamus, whose father was a Muggle, grinned. "Do it. It always feels better afterwards."
"What the-" Neville began to ask, but Hermione wasn't listening anymore, as she spun on her heel and marched off to find Draco. This would be it, here and now. If Neville and Seamus could be together without any problems or doubts, then why couldn't she and Theo do the same? She cared about him, Merlin be damned, and she wouldn't let her morals or his self-esteem or Draco Sodding Malfoy stand in the way of what she wanted. What they wanted.
She walked up behind Draco, who was chatting to Pansy, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Can I speak to you for a moment?"
"Of course," he purred in a very confident, sexual voice. She could tell he was pretty drunk, too. Pansy scoffed and rolled her eyes, departing the scene quickly, and Draco pulled Hermione to him, wrapping his hands around her waist.
"Want to dance?" he asked, his eyes betraying that he wanted to do a lot more than that with her.
Hermione shook her head. Her eyes passed over the room and she saw Theo watching them with a face full of sadness and loss. He didn't even make an attempt to look away when she spotted him; simply smiled a wistful smile and raised his glass to her. She realized what a compromising position it looked like they were in, and berated herself – but if nothing else, seeing what this was doing to Theo only strengthened her resolve.
"I'm sorry, Draco, but I can't," she said firmly, trying not to slur her words. "I told you, I like someone else, and my answer's not changed. I'm sorry. I did appreciate the gift, it's beautiful, and I would really like to be friendly with you someday, but I can't be with you like this."
Draco frowned and pulled away from her. He began pacing in very small circles. "Who is it?"
"I – I'm not going to say," Hermione answered. "I don't want any trouble."
"Trouble? Who said anything about trouble?" asked Draco, his voice sickly sweet. "I only want to make sure he's the kind of person who will treat you as you deserve."
Hermione held her tongue. Theo and Blaise had been Sorted into Slytherin, because they were ambitious and loyal and clever. Draco was all those things, but more than anything he was cunning, and he was absolutely the kind of Slytherin with whom you had to watch your back – she was well aware that revealing any information to him right now would be akin to punching Theo herself. She reinforced her mental barriers, amazed that she could practice Occlumency even in this state.
"More to the point," she reasoned with him, "you told me you don't share. How could I be with you, with both of us knowing that my heart belongs to someone else? I'd be living a lie, and you would be having to share my attention all the time. It wouldn't be fair to either of us."
"I'd make you forget him," Draco growled, stepping closer again and putting a hand on her hip. "I'd do anything for you, and soon enough you'd forget all about him and start to like me instead."
"No," Hermione protested, knowing that wasn't true. Nothing, nothing Draco said or did would ever make her forget how much she wanted Theo. Wanted his kind smile and his soft hands and his warm lips and his deep voice and to pull off his clean white oxford and run her hands over his chest. Wanted to curl up with him and read books by the fire, wanted to spend Christmas after Christmas building snowmen together, wanted – wanted everything.
"Yes," breathed Draco, stepping even closer, searching for permission to kiss her. She tried to pull away.
"Please, Draco, let me go," she pleaded, successfully extricating herself from his grasp.
"Why?" he asked, raising his voice, not in anger, she realized, but in desperation. People started to look over at them, and Hermione shrank under their gaze but Draco was too drunk and too upset to even notice. "Why don't I even deserve a chance?"
"It's not about you, Draco," Hermione answered desperately, aware that half the room was watching them now. "Please, can we go somewhere else and discuss this?"
"No," Draco said. "Let them hear, let them know. I don't care. Miss High and Mighty Granger," he announced to the room at large, swaying drunkenly on the spot, "thinks she's too good for me. She doesn't want me."
"Draco, please," Hermione pleaded, completely embarrassed and wishing she could be anywhere else. "Please let's talk about this elsewhere. Come on." She tugged his sleeve, unbalancing him, trying to drag him into the bathroom, but he wasn't having it.
"Come on, Hermione, tell me why. Why can't you come off your high fucking horse for long enough to even give me a shot at a relationship? Why is this other guy so important to you?"
Hermione didn't dare look at Theo, but she could feel his eyes on her. A combination of drunkenness, stress, anger, frustration and heartbreak led her to feel like she was about to explode, and knowing he was watching, he was in pain, she felt words flying out of her mouth like vomit she couldn't hold in.
"Because I'm in love with him!" she burst out, not realizing it was even true until she'd said it. Of course it was true, though. He'd occupied her thoughts non-stop for weeks, he was the first thing she thought about in the morning and her dreams were full of the two of them at Christmas, remembering his touch and his tears. It had always been Theo, and it would always be Theo.
Draco's face changed almost instantaneously from angry and sneering to shocked; the crowd went silent; and Hermione fled the scene as fast as she could. She couldn't look at him, couldn't look at any of them. The first time she told Theo she loved him should have been special, magical, the two of them with a roaring fire and soft-spoken words of commitment, not – not this, indirectly at a party across the room while breaking up with someone else.
She was halfway along the seventh-floor corridor when she dropped down to the floor and wept. She saw Malfoy storm out a moment later and head towards the dungeons. Then she could hear Ginny running along the corridor after her, calling out her name, but she hid, not wanting to see her friend right now. There was only one person in the world she wanted to see, and she'd just embarrassed herself by running out after ruining his birthday party. She put her head in her knees and cried, muffling her sobs, until Ginny gave up and went back into the Room, clearly understanding that Hermione didn't want to be found.
About twenty minutes later, Hermione heard someone else leave, and recognized the lithe frame and dark, ruffled hair that she'd been pining for. Theo looked confused, but was clearly looking for her. She shuffled out of her hiding place, wiping the last of the tears from her eyes, and revealed herself.
"Hermione," he said softly, and ran to her, taking her hand. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," she replied, though she was beginning to feel another bout of nausea. "I'm sorry I ruined your birthday. I didn't want that to happen."
"Ruined my birthday?" Theo asked incredulously. "My birthday is just a random day of the year. Until this year, I never even celebrated it. My birthday isn't even registering on the scale of things I care about right now." He ran a hand through his hair, stepped closer to her, and gently tilted her chin up to look at him. "Did you mean it?"
Hermione nodded, not looking away from his dark, burning eyes. "Of course I did. It's always been you."
"Say it again," he said, huskily, his throat catching, his hands on her hips now, holding her as if she were the only thing anchoring him to the world. "Tell me."
"I love you, Theo," she said softly, and brought her hand up to his face.
"Merlin," he replied, closing his eyes euphorically, "I love you so much, Hermione."
She didn't know who initiated the kiss, but at that point she didn't care. Their lips met and she arched herself into him, her hands all over his body, his touch like fire on hers. She pressed as close to him as she could get, trying to convey the depth of her feeling. His tongue met hers and as the kiss deepened, he pulled at her waist, his hands moving slowly over her backside. She could feel his arousal straining through his satin suit trousers. It didn't make her feel uncomfortable or anxious like it had with Ron. It didn't make her want to stop, like it had with Draco. Instead she felt only excitement as it fed her own arousal, and a hint of pride that she had such an effect on him.
He pushed her against the wall, and she gladly allowed him to, their tongues battling and lips meshed together. He groaned deeply as she rubbed her hand against his trousers, and she'd never heard a more amazing sound. She wanted to hear it again. Before she could reach out, though, he pulled back, breathless, and looked into her eyes. "Not like this," he panted out. "I want you so badly, but not here."
"Gryffindor Tower's not far," Hermione replied, grinning.
Theo groaned again, clearly struggling to resist his instincts, and the sound drove her wild. "I meant – I want to do this properly, to go out and take you on a date, the way you deserve. I don't want this to just be some stupid fling, I have to do it right."
"Theo," Hermione pressed, "I love you. This could never be some stupid fling to me, no matter how it happens. I want all of you; your head, your heart and, well, also what's in your trousers." She surprised herself by saying it in such a crude way, and Theo raised an eyebrow too, but she barreled on regardless. "We've spent the last few weeks being miserable, and I want to make up for lost time."
Theo met her gaze with eyes full of affection. "I can't believe I almost lost you because of my own stupid issues. Thank you for not giving up on me. This, us, is what I've always dreamed of, and now I see you really want me, I'm going to make you happy. I promise."
"I promise," she replied with a smile, her mouth very close to his, "I'll never give up on you, and I'll never let you feel like you're second-best, because you're not. You're the best man I've ever met. You're my Theo, and I love you more than anyone."
Theo kissed her again, closing his eyes, and she could feel him grinning. He pulled away just slightly, and she tried to recapture his lips before realizing he was speaking, his eyes sparkling in the way she adored so much. "Alright. Gryffindor Tower. Lead the way."
Surprised at her own daring, but knowing that right down to her core, this was what she wanted, Hermione took Theo by the hand and led him down the corridor towards the dorms, giggling happily. He followed her willingly, his face showing anticipation and bliss in equal measure. They entered through the portrait hole past a disapproving Fat Lady, and Hermione dragged him through the common room quickly. She didn't think anyone would be around at this time – most people were either at Theo's party or in bed – but it was best not to tempt fate by lingering too long.
She whispered the charm that was written on the wall of the girls' toilets to disable the slippery staircase and led Theo up it by the hand, pulling him into hers and Ginny's room. "Are you sure this is okay?" he asked nervously, eyeing the other beds.
Hermione nodded, leading him to hers. "One's Ginny's, one's empty and the other's Parvati's, she'll be with Dean tonight."
Theo grinned, and Hermione wasted no time in magically pulling the curtain around her bed and falling onto it as he crawled over her. His breath ghosted over her skin and the smell of his cologne made her ache between her legs. This was better than she could have ever imagined, and they hadn't even started yet. He leaned down and captured her lips, and she kissed him back with fervor, relaxing into his touch.
He was clearly unsure of himself, of how far to go, and Hermione realized she'd have to take the lead. She moved her hand down and drew it along the edge of his trousers, her finger grazing his midriff, then gently tugged at the bottom of his jumper. He got the message and pulled it off in one swift movement, leaving him wearing one of the crisp white oxfords she loved so much. Now she'd finally get to see what was underneath it.
Carefully, seductively, she undid his buttons one by one, running her hand over the skin she exposed and trailing kisses along his collarbone. He groaned in pleasure and tentatively reached a hand out to touch her covered breast. She brought her lips up to his and kissed him again, to encourage him, and he began to massage it gently, causing her to moan into his mouth. The sound seemed to have an effect on him and he deepened the kiss once more, his tongue finding hers, his hips grinding into her uncontrollably.
Finished with his shirt, Hermione slid it off his shoulders, and broke the kiss briefly to unzip her dress. She pulled it partway down, exposing her bra, and Theo stared in wonderment at her. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he remarked, watching his own hand as it kneaded her breast through her bra, then bringing his eyes up to meet hers. His bare chest was hairless and thin, and it heaved with deep breaths as he panted. Hermione grinned and kissed him again, pulling him down towards her, then without warning, rolled them over so he was on his back below her.
"Wha-" she silenced him with a kiss, and trailed her hands down his chest, stopping when she reached the waistband of his trousers. She broke the kiss and began to follow her hands' path with her mouth, kissing and licking all the way down to his stomach. He watched her progress with heavy-lidded eyes, and she could see his hardness twitching, straining to get out of his satin trousers. She undid the button carefully, cautiously, making sure he was okay with it; but upon receiving no complaints, she pulled down both his trousers and his boxers to reveal her prize underneath.
He was a good size, she thought. She hadn't admittedly had much experience at all with this part, but it didn't look so big it would hurt, and as she took it in her hand, it filled her palm nicely. Theo moaned and bucked into her hand, then looked abashed. "Sorry," he said huskily.
"Don't be," she replied, "I love it when you lose control."
She began to gently pump her hand up and down the shaft, feeling it twitching under her touch. She had done this a few times for Ron and knew how it worked, though she wasn't confident she was any good. Theo seemed to think she was, though, because he threw his head back and fisted his hands in the sheets, trying to contain his sounds of pleasure. Growing bolder, fueled by alcohol and lust, while he wasn't looking, Hermione decided to be daring; she leaned down and all at once, took his entire penis in her mouth.
"Fuck!" Theo shouted, and bucked his hips again, but she'd been prepared for it. This was something she'd never done before, never having been inclined to, but for Theo, she'd found herself thinking she'd like to know what he tasted like. She ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft as she'd read you were supposed to, and was rewarded with a stuttered groan. "Fuck, Hermione, oh, Merlin…"
Emboldened, she bobbed her head up and down, finding a good rhythm. She swirled her tongue over the tip, and at one point she moved her hand down to touch his balls, which he seemed to like a lot. Soon, she felt him tense, and he began to gabble out, "Hermione-shit-shit-I'm-" moments before he shuddered and a warm, salty liquid filled her mouth. She swallowed, not finding the taste abhorrent at all, and licked the tip a few times for good measure before withdrawing.
Theo looked utterly spent. "Holy shit," he murmured as she moved back up the bed, "you're amazing. You're just amazing. I'm sorry if I'm disappointing you, or if it's not big enough-"
She put a finger to his lips. "It's perfect. You're perfect. Stop worrying. That was actually the first time I've done that, so I was worried it wouldn't feel good for you."
"It – it did," he confirmed breathlessly, and she laughed. Then he looked nervous again. "I want to return the favour," he said, "but I don't really know how."
Hermione smiled. This, she knew how to help him with. She snuggled up against his chest, then took his hand and brought it down between her legs, guiding him to her clitoris. "Here," she said, moving two of his fingers against it in the way she liked, "like this."
"Like this?" he repeated, continuing the motion, and she moaned as the pleasure began to build. He grinned, pleased he was doing it right. Hermione unclasped her bra and took it off, and Theo's eyes were large as saucers as he simply stared. She laughed. "You can touch them, you know."
Theo didn't touch them. Instead, he leaned his head down and captured her nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it and teasing it with his teeth. She gasped and bucked slightly, even as his fingers continued working their magic on her clitoris. "Oh, Theo," she breathed, and hearing his name seemed to spur him on even further. He began to use his other hand to massage her other breast, pinching her nipple, rolling it under his hand, and she felt the inevitable waves of orgasm beginning to rise. "Mmm…Theo!" she called out as they crashed over her, and she shuddered and clung onto him, riding them out. Afterwards, he released her breasts and laid down, and she snuggled into his side.
He brought his fingers up to his face and drew in her scent. "Wow," he said, his other arm tightening around her, "one day I'd definitely like to see what you taste like."
Hermione giggled. "One day you will. That's the first time anyone else has ever been able to get me to orgasm, you know," she added, and he looked at her, surprised.
"Really? I didn't really know what I was doing, even right at the end," he confessed. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, though."
"It's 'cause it was you," Hermione said, stifling a yawn and curling up with her head on his chest. He took a deep, contented breath and pulled the sheets up around them.
"I love you," he said simply, settling down and holding her tight.
"Love you too," she replied, already in the throes of slumber. She was so warm, surrounded by Theo's arms and his scent, and exhausted by what they'd just done, so it wasn't long before she found herself drifting off.
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Second Chances