Hermione/Theodore Nott gift-fic
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laviviThanks to the stunning encouragement from bloodrebel333 to Never Spoken, Never Forgotten, I'll post my latest gift-fic to freetheelves2. She requested Theodore Nott/Hermione, so it's the first time I've written either of those characters (aside, I suppose, from a brief scene in Put a Light in the Window - although I re-read that story today and I decided it would be quite all right if it was Severed from me). However, I felt confident writing Hermione due to the loads of canon I've read lately.
Anyway, this was my best go at Hermione/Theodore Nott - I didn't want to make it too challenging for myself.
bloodrebel333 to Never Spoken, Never Forgotten, I'll post my latest gift-fic to freetheelves2. She requested Theodore Nott/Hermione, so it's the first time I've written either of those characters (aside, I suppose, from a brief scene in Put a Light in the Window - although I re-read that story today and I decided it would be quite all right if it was Severed from me). However, I felt confident writing Hermione due to the loads of canon I've read lately.Anyway, this was my best go at Hermione/Theodore Nott - I didn't want to make it too challenging for myself.
“Could I borrow your Advanced Numerology, Granger?”
Hermione looked up at Theodore Nott standing in front of her library table. “Oh – well, I’m going to need it for my Arithmancy essay, after I finish this Transfiguration and then Potions…but you can borrow it now, if you won’t take it away.” She dug through her bookbag, yanked out the correct book, and extended it to Nott across the table.
He made no move to take it, however; instead, one of his strange smiles which most people found unnerving appeared on his face. “Not afraid to be seen sharing a table with a Slytherin?”
Hermione gave a brief, irritated snort. “Don’t be ridiculous. Pull a chair over.”
He still didn’t move. “Won’t your friends kick up a fuss?”
“That’s assuming they’ll be in the library to see. And even if they do, it’s an idea they ought to get used to.”
Still smiling and without looking away, Nott extended his wand hand for a chair to zoom over. Hermione returned to her homework, though she felt her attention slightly fractured by her awareness of Nott in front of her. She wasn’t usually distracted so easily, and it rather annoyed her now. She knew Nott fairly well, as he was in her Arithmancy class and they often partnered together for projects. He was a quirky boy, but an intelligent one.
She watched him surreptitiously as he spread open his parchment and books. As he began flipping through her book, he raised his eyes to hers, smiling that infuriatingly knowing smile of his. Hermione flushed and returned at once to her work.
Some minutes passed as they read and wrote in silence, like the good, competent students they were. The next interruption was a slow, taunting whistle originating from somewhere in the nearby shelves. Hermione didn’t know if it was directed toward them or not, but she could feel herself turning even redder than before. She didn’t dare lift her head a fraction, though, or give any sign she had heard. Unless she was getting paranoid by this point, though, she thought she felt Nott’s eyes on her.
“Sure you don’t mind me sitting here, Granger?” he asked softly.
“I told you I didn’t,” she said curtly, still without looking up.
“What do you mind, then?”
She couldn’t resist the question and challenge in his tone; finally raising her head, she eyed Nott and his inscrutable smile. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t mind sitting at a table with a Slytherin,” he said, his voice quiet. “What would you mind doing with a Slytherin? What’s your limit?”
For the third time, Hermione felt heat spreading up her face. Detachedly, some part of her recognized the situation as flirtation. That part of her didn’t give her any insight on how to respond.
Keeping her expression steady, Hermione took a quick appraisal of Nott. Intelligent, as she well knew – different, he stuck out from his fellow housemates, though still definitely a Slytherin himself. Quirky but entertaining. She didn’t really know him that well – but why should she push him away now, when she had no reason to? Who knew…who knew might happen? Her heart was beating fast as she looked into Nott’s dark eyes.
Hermione chose her words carefully as she never broke eye contact. “I can’t really say yet, can I. I’d have to find out more to judge. It’s all about…the person.”
Nott’s smile stretched. “Would you be willing to find out more?”
She tilted her head, smiling back now. “You should know I’m always willing to learn. And I do think it would be part of my duty for inter-house relations.”
His smile now was one she had never seen before. But suddenly he stood up, taking her off guard, as his papers rolled together and flew inside his bag with his other things. He was still holding her Advanced Numerology.
“Meet me after dinner in the Charms study room if you want your book back.”
“Hey!” she exclaimed, but Nott just grinned at her roguishly over his shoulder as he walked out. Despite her work ethic, Hermione found her indignation was almost entirely swallowed up by nervous anticipation of when she would go fetch her book back.
Hermione looked up at Theodore Nott standing in front of her library table. “Oh – well, I’m going to need it for my Arithmancy essay, after I finish this Transfiguration and then Potions…but you can borrow it now, if you won’t take it away.” She dug through her bookbag, yanked out the correct book, and extended it to Nott across the table.
He made no move to take it, however; instead, one of his strange smiles which most people found unnerving appeared on his face. “Not afraid to be seen sharing a table with a Slytherin?”
Hermione gave a brief, irritated snort. “Don’t be ridiculous. Pull a chair over.”
He still didn’t move. “Won’t your friends kick up a fuss?”
“That’s assuming they’ll be in the library to see. And even if they do, it’s an idea they ought to get used to.”
Still smiling and without looking away, Nott extended his wand hand for a chair to zoom over. Hermione returned to her homework, though she felt her attention slightly fractured by her awareness of Nott in front of her. She wasn’t usually distracted so easily, and it rather annoyed her now. She knew Nott fairly well, as he was in her Arithmancy class and they often partnered together for projects. He was a quirky boy, but an intelligent one.
She watched him surreptitiously as he spread open his parchment and books. As he began flipping through her book, he raised his eyes to hers, smiling that infuriatingly knowing smile of his. Hermione flushed and returned at once to her work.
Some minutes passed as they read and wrote in silence, like the good, competent students they were. The next interruption was a slow, taunting whistle originating from somewhere in the nearby shelves. Hermione didn’t know if it was directed toward them or not, but she could feel herself turning even redder than before. She didn’t dare lift her head a fraction, though, or give any sign she had heard. Unless she was getting paranoid by this point, though, she thought she felt Nott’s eyes on her.
“Sure you don’t mind me sitting here, Granger?” he asked softly.
“I told you I didn’t,” she said curtly, still without looking up.
“What do you mind, then?”
She couldn’t resist the question and challenge in his tone; finally raising her head, she eyed Nott and his inscrutable smile. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t mind sitting at a table with a Slytherin,” he said, his voice quiet. “What would you mind doing with a Slytherin? What’s your limit?”
For the third time, Hermione felt heat spreading up her face. Detachedly, some part of her recognized the situation as flirtation. That part of her didn’t give her any insight on how to respond.
Keeping her expression steady, Hermione took a quick appraisal of Nott. Intelligent, as she well knew – different, he stuck out from his fellow housemates, though still definitely a Slytherin himself. Quirky but entertaining. She didn’t really know him that well – but why should she push him away now, when she had no reason to? Who knew…who knew might happen? Her heart was beating fast as she looked into Nott’s dark eyes.
Hermione chose her words carefully as she never broke eye contact. “I can’t really say yet, can I. I’d have to find out more to judge. It’s all about…the person.”
Nott’s smile stretched. “Would you be willing to find out more?”
She tilted her head, smiling back now. “You should know I’m always willing to learn. And I do think it would be part of my duty for inter-house relations.”
His smile now was one she had never seen before. But suddenly he stood up, taking her off guard, as his papers rolled together and flew inside his bag with his other things. He was still holding her Advanced Numerology.
“Meet me after dinner in the Charms study room if you want your book back.”
“Hey!” she exclaimed, but Nott just grinned at her roguishly over his shoulder as he walked out. Despite her work ethic, Hermione found her indignation was almost entirely swallowed up by nervous anticipation of when she would go fetch her book back.