Pairing: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Good for them...
Written for and posted at sortinghatdrabs
“Oh, no! I forgot my History of Magic book in my dorm.” Ron sighed loudly, making Hermione look up from her homework.
“This is the library, Ron. They have the book right over there,” Hermione pointed to a shelf behind him.
“But the Slytherins are over there,” Ron moaned, “and I really don’t want to face Malfoy right now and…”
“Honestly, Ronald.” Hermione hissed. “You are hopeless, do you know that?”
She got up and walked towards the Slytherins.
Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson were all sitting laid-back in their chairs, tripping first-year Hufflepuffs by hexing their shoelaces together.
Theodore Nott, on the other hand, was just sitting there, reading ‘Hogwarts: A History’ and seemed to not register what was going on around him.
Hermione smiled to herself. That was one of her favourite books, and she had never seen anyone else reading it before.
“Oh, look,” Malfoy called out. “The Mudblood’s here. Can’t stay away from us, can you?” Malfoy sniggered and Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy followed suit. The fifth boy didn’t join in.
“Shut up, Malfoy,” Hermione sneered and started looking at the shelf for the right book. She located it on the top shelf and took out her wand to summon it.
“Accio, A History of Magic,” she called. The book didn’t budge.
“Accio, A History of Magic!” She tried again, but still no luck.
Hermione heard the Slytherins chuckle behind her.
“ACCIO, A HISTORY OF MAGIC!” she yelled, but nothing happened, except for Pansy Parkinson howling with laughter.
Hermione turned around and saw that Draco Malfoy had his wand out, pointing it at the same book. He was blocking her charm.
Hermione was getting furious, and pointed her wand at Draco.
“Stop it this instantly or I’ll….”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence before the book fell on the floor in front of her.
Hermione looked at the bunch of Slytherins and realised that Theodore Nott had just summoned the book for her.
Nott turned to Draco. “Really, Malfoy… Don’t you have anything better to do than to do some really childish blocking charms? Don’t you have some more first-years to terrorise?
Malfoy’s face went even paler than usual. He sneered at Nott and left the library, followed by Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle.
Hermione just stood there, shocked, staring at the Slytherin boy.
“Well, now you have your book,” he simply said, before he sat down and started reading again.
Hermione was baffled. Had she just been helped by a Slytherin? Could it really be that they weren’t all that bad?
She picked up the book and walked over to him.
He looked at her.
"Thanks." She smiled at him.
“Don’t get used to it, Mudblood.” Theodore Nott replied and looked down at his book again.
Title: Once Again
Warnings: extremely mild slash implied
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters :( If I did, they wouldn't be dead!!!!
Written for sortinghatdrabs
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore.” Severus turned away from the other boy, looking miserable.
“What? You suddenly forgot how to kiss me? Here let me show you.” Remus leaned in to the dark-haired teen.
“Remus, I’m serious.” Severus pushed him away softly and a half-smile appeared on his face. “And don’t even try to go there…”
“What? I wasn’t going to.” Remus grinned back.
Severus raised his eyebrow the way only Severus could.
“Honestly,” Remus giggled and approached Severus, only to be stopped again.
“I can’t do this.”
“And what is it this time, Severus?” Remus looked serious at his – he didn’t even know what they were to be honest.
“I have… obligations,” Severus mumbled.
“You know, certain things are expected of me, and my friends…”
“Oh, it’s the Slytherin thing again…” Remus chuckled.
“Don’t laugh, I’m serious!” Severus stated.
“Of course you are.” Remus rolled his eyes and sniggered.
Severus was getting annoyed. “I mean it, Remus! This… we… I mean… us...”
“Yes, you definitely sound like you mean it, Severus.” Remus couldn’t help himself.
Severus was beginning to get really upset.
“Come on, Severus. You expect me to believe that?” Remus looked at him with his big, adorable puppy eyes that he knew Severus just couldn’t resist.
“Every week you come up with an excuse to break this off. Yet here we are, again….” Remus smiled at the sad-looking, lanky boy.
“But this time it’s final. I’m sorry, Remus. I can’t be with you anymore.” Severus turned to leave, but was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder.
“You say you have obligations to your house and so-called friends, but what about your other obligations, Severus?”
“What other obligations?”
“You know, Severus, one day I will get tired of you changing your mind and dumping me, only to have you crawling back the next day. If you keep this up, I won’t be around much longer.”
“Well, you don’t have to. That’s what I’m trying to tell you, Remus. Don’t wait for me anymore. We can’t be together!”
“I hope you know how much this hurts me, Severus. If it hadn’t been for the fact that I love you, I would have stopped talking to you a long time ago.” Remus turned and walked away, leaving a puzzled Severus behind.
Remus knew Severus would come back before lunch tomorrow. He always did. And Remus had just played the “I love you card” for the very first time.