Revised 4/16/19.

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This story is being revised and re-done.

"Give it to me!"

"No."

"No? What do you mean no?"

"Give me one good reason why I should?"

"Well, I know that you don't need this edition for any of your classes!"

"No, I suppose I don't."

"And I doubt you are using it for a bit of light reader!"

"So?"

"So – so hand it over then Nott!"

"Hmm, I'll think about it."

"What? Nott!"

"Yes?"

"Give it over!"

"Hmm.."

"Nott…" Hermione growled under her breath, having to mentally refrain herself from stooping down to muggle ways and physically swatting in him in the face.

Theodore Nott only smirked in return at the irate Gryffindor witch before him. Winding up this witch, in particular, was becoming one of his favorite past-times. There was just something about the way her cheeks turned different shades of pink and red in her anger, as well as the sparks that were tinkering out from her curly locks every so often.

Pure magic – that is.

Theo hummed back at her, "Yes, darling?"

He watches as Hermione closed her eyes and counted to five before re-opening them, her right eye twitching in annoyance as she did. "I had the book first."

He tried to hold back a laugh. To others, her anger may be something to flee and take cover from... but for him, he found the muggleborn witch quite adorable while annoyed with him. A bit like an angry kitten, she was... Hermione did indeed actually have the book first, but he being the Slytherin he is, saw this as the perfect opportunity when yanking the book out of her hands only moments ago, "And that matters to me, why?"

"Nott!" She practically screamed, forgetting where she was for the moment.

"I still don't see why I should give it to you? For all you know Granger, I could have been looking for this book as well..." He replied back smugly, knowing he was pushing her buttons to the max now. Hell, Theo didn't even know what book he had just taken from her, and honestly he didn't care to know what book it was either. Those were all minor details he didn't care to know much about. All Theo really did know, was that he was thoroughly enjoying getting Granger's panties all up in a bunch and riled up.

"I highly doubt that!"

"And why's that?"

"Just – just give me the bloody book, Nott!" Hermione pleaded, her hands placed firmly on her hips glaring at the Slytherin who was still holding the book that she had been searching for the past two weeks.

"What will I get in return if I do?" he asked, biting his tongue trying with all his might to hold back a snort at her increasingly growing red face.

"Nott, I swear if you don't hand over the book, I will hex you into next week!" She muttered trying to keep her voice low so that Madam Prince wouldn't hear them and kick them out of the library for disturbing the other students who were trying to work and study – which is what she should be doing – if it wasn't for a certain arrogant Slytherin!

Theodore Nott only continued to smirk down at her, sliding the book open flipping through the pages, not looking the least bit interested in the words before him. "Seeing as threats like those don't really concern me much coming from the likes of you – I still don't see why I should hand this over without getting something in return for it?"

"Give it, or else I can assure you that you will not be walking out of here with all your body parts fully intact. I don't think you'd especially want to lose the 'family jewels'…? Honestly, I really don't think daddy dearest would take to kindly if you were no longer able to produce an heir or two for the Nott family, now would he?" Hermione said indicating to his lower regions with a nod of her head. "Is that something in return enough for you, Nott?"

Theodore almost felt a surge of pride go through him at her threat, "Never thought you had such a backbone Granger. I like it."

"Nott…" Hermione said threateningly. Her hand was itching for her wand where she always keeps in her back-jean pocket when she wore her muggle jeans on the weekends and not wearing her robes.

"Why don't we make a compromise, yea?" He asked with a nod of his head to the side. "What would you be willing to give to get the book?" He had a bit of a devious look on his face seeing that she was slowly reaching backwards for her wand. Theo though, had a feeling it was all talk though. She wouldn't risk the punishments of harming a fellow student and the extreme point reduction that will come with it. After all, this was 'Hermione Granger' the Gryffindor princess; goody-two-shoes to boot.

"What - ? The nerve of you Nott! Willing to give – you are mental!" Hermione scowled, still slowly inching her hand back for her wand to give him a good bat-boggy or stinging hex for the rude behavior. "You must be mad!"

She was praying to God and to Merlin that she would be able to keep her temper in check with this git. He was working her up just as bad as Ron did when they get into their bad rows and Harry wasn't here to play referee and stop her from hexing anyone now.

Nott was acting so out of character from how he normally conducted himself around her!

He was pushing it.

"Not mental, no." He grinned taking a bold step forward. "And not mad either." Another step, "Perhaps smitten, you could say."

Smitten, was not exactly the word to cover it if he were being honest with himself –smitten was what he would describe him as four years ago when they were mere second years as he admired her far afar, secretly wishing she was in the same house as he so he could get to know her better. Now, with them being in their sixth year, he was fully able to admit that his admiration of the Gryffindor had turned into something much more over the past few years – on the borderline of obsession – is what Daphne Greengrass would say.

"Smitten?" Hermione snorted in disbelief at the Slytherin in front of her.

He took another step forward, only two steps separating them now, "Yes, smitten."

Theo knew he was tittering over the line at this point with taking another step closer to her person.

They were less then a meter apart now.

Nearly there.

Hermione feeling the intensity of the magic coming from the boy took a step back, feeling the bookcase pressed up against her back, blocking her from putting anymore distance between them, "Remember my threat Nott, it still stands."

"What would you tell the teachers?" He asked taking the last two large steps, trapping her in between the old wood and him which was much more to his liking.

"Simple. Self-defense." Hermione replied, cursing herself as she finally got her hand to her back pocket for her wand – where the fine wood should have been, was nothing but air, only her jeans – she couldn't feel it anywhere on her. Seeing this, only increased the smirk Nott wore, knowing now that her wand was obviously not on her person. Feeling dread settle in, Hermione realized she must have left it at her table when she had went off in search of the book that he was still holding ransom in one of his hand.

"Mhmm…, self-defense?" He muttered leaning his upper body closer to hers.

Only inches separated them now.

"Nott!" Hermione squealed, putting her hands on his chest to push him back, but it was no use, he was a lot larger than she was.

"Yes, Granger?" He questioned with that stupid smirk as he then proceeded to pressed his hips into her stomach, which forced her to recognize his growing hardness that was starting to become very hard to ignore.

Her eyes widen in shock.

She was not expecting this type of reaction from him to her - honestly she didn't expect this kind of reaction from any boy to her! She didn't think she had this type of affect on any boy in her age-range! Perhaps, it was only his wand she was mistaking this for. Yes, that made much more sense!

Theo couldn't help himself.

Four years of fantasying and dreaming of this moment.

All the blood was rushing down south.

She was intoxicating to him. Him, Theodore Nott– a pureblood Slytherin from one of the Scarce-Twenty-Eight – pinning and whining over the Gryffindor muggleborn.

"S-stop." She squealed as he pressed into her bit more, giving the clear identification that it was indeed not his wand that she was feeling after all!

A loud slam his the floor, he dropped the book, having now care for it now. Theo had his head leaning down towards her now, forehead resting on one of the shelves of the bookcase for support – his warm heavy breathe tickling the side of her neck. Both hands were resting lightly on her waist taking in deep breaths, he was trying to compose himself – really – he was. But this witch had the strangest effects on him… always had. "Do you really want me to?" He whispered in her ear seductively pushing a little harder into her, he wanted to be closer to her – no – he had to be closer to her!

"Ah – " Hermione was a flustered mess at having him pressed up against her like this. Never before had she been in a compromising situation as one like this! She knew she should get away, but her legs and arms were not cooperating with what her brain was telling her.

She had to close her eyes as he began to nibble on her ear then moved down to her neck making sure that he left a mark there before moving down to her collarbone. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, having you shoved up against something as I pleasure you rotten, having you groaning and moaning underneath me calling out my name."

Theo felt like he just won the Quidditch World Cup.

"Agh – st – Stop…" Hermione tried one last time trying to prevent this from going any further, but it was a poor attempt since it sounded more like a pleasurable whimper than a protest. She sighed and leaned her head back against the bookshelf giving him more access to her neck and color-bone as he slowly lifted her jean-clad thigh up to his hip pressing his hardness into her heated core. "Nott…please stop...w-we can't do this-" she was saying but was cut off.

"Shh…" he whispered kissing her nose lightly staring at her as she opened her eyes shocked at his sudden tenderness. "You want this just as much as I do, I know you do." He said as he rubbed a little more, hoping he was affecting her as much as she was currently affecting him physically.

"But-"Hermione was saying but got cut off with his lips crashing down to hers.

All thoughts and protests left her head at once, she found herself embarrassingly moaning into his mouth as the kiss deepened and his tongue slid skillfully into her mouth sliding and twisting with her own. Hermione was on cloud nine, none of the kisses that she's had before had ever felt like this – granted there weren't many kisses before this, that is.

Theo's hands were wandering all over her body, landing lastly on her hips before sliding down to her bum squeezing it. The witch's muggle jeans she wore on the weekends had been driving him crazy since third year! He roughly pushed her more into his own hips, generating another whimper and moan from the brown-haired girl beneath him. The sweet sounds coming from her mouth were like music to Theo's ears! He gave another squeeze to her bum, hoping for another beautiful response, trying to pull her even closer, hitching her thigh up even higher on his hip starting to rock a rhythm between them which drove them both up the bookcase in craziness – just a little bit more – Merlin he wanted to stay like this forever if he could.

If there were a Heaven, this was it.

Out of nowhere – a stinging pain erupted on his Theo's left cheek.

Well, Theo can't say he was all that shock that the Gryffindor had slapped him – he was more impressed that she hadn't done it sooner if he were honest.

"Don't you ever-" Hermione began to say clearly to out of breath to go on as her face turn bright red with anger and embarrassment that she let him get that far and take advantage of her like that. "Don't you ever do that again, you hear me Nott!" She uttered out through gritted teeth narrowing her eyes at him with a deathly stare as Theo stared at her blankly before diving in for another kiss. "Wha –" Hermione tried saying, having it mumbled up by his lips pressed firmly against hers once more.

For a brief moment, Hermione melted into the kiss and savored it up, wanting to take it all in before abruptly pushing him away again.

This time she made a mad-break for it, getting as far away from him as she possibly could.

No longer was she wanting or even thinking about the book that caused this whole ordeal to happen.

She was solely focused on hightailing it out of the library, to get back to the safe confinements of the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the curious stares and looks she was getting from her fellow schoolmates as she practically ran pass them.

She felt out of sorts.

More confused then she had ever been.

Feelings things both emotionally and physically that she had not quite ever felt before.

Theodore Nott was an enigma.

He was the quiet, handsome Slytherin. The mysterious one who had never bothered to participate in the teasing and bullying that the other Slytherins did towards her and the rest of the Gryffindors'. He had always been polite and courteous to her in classes to her. Honestly, the only negative quality he had – was him being a Slytherin! Then again, she knew she really shouldn't judge a person and who they were based on the house they were sorted into.

Then again, his dad was a known Death Eater! – Being one of the ones at the Department of Ministries last year for Merlin's sake! That there, alone, should be enough for her to ring the alarm! But again – she was always taught to not judge a person based off of other's actions… and she always tried her damn hardest to follow that guideline in life. And up until now, Theodore Nott Jr. had never given her any reason to doubt or be suspicious of his character.

This was all just so unexpected.

Yes, they have had polite conversions throughout their years with sharing so many classes with one another. Sure – he was bright, being fourth in their year after all– him having also proven that with their occasional debates and discussions in the more advanced classes she shared with him where Harry and Ron were not in. They did have the occasionally chat and study group together in the library from time to time. But other than that, she barely knew the boy! – Yet even without knowing one another well, that did not stop the acts they had just done which were so extremely intimate and personal that one would assume that they did know one another well!

She just never took Nott's non-bullying ways towards her as possibly something more than him being indifferent towards her.

But maybe – maybe there was more to the politeness when it came to her from him.

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