Rebellious Sex

Chapter 1: The First Meeting

Rebellion always starts off small: a bit of Muggle music here, a bit of marijuana there. Nothing too serious, he’s never done anything to have him disowned by his parents or rejected by his friends. As a Slytherin he knew reputation is everything. Then the war happened and Hermione Granger sauntered into his bed.

Theodore Nott wasn’t the most popular in Slytherin house. He was a little too intelligent for some and too bookish for others. The one of the only reasons he was even liked in the house was because his family was friends with the Malfoys and Parkinsons. Pansy viewed him as a shoulder to cry on when Draco went and did something stupid; Draco viewed him as someone to help him with his homework when he was stuck. He and Blaise were sort of friends, though they went their separate ways after Hogwarts. He didn’t care for Crabbe and Goyle very much, though he was sad to hear that Crabbe had died during the Battle of Hogwarts. Theo always had an interest in Hermione Granger; at first it was her intelligence. She was the smartest in the class and everyone knew it; of course, she showed off her intelligence any chance she could get, no matter how her classmates, especially the Slytherins, teased her to her face and whispered behind her back. It wasn’t until the Yule Ball when he discovered how gorgeous she was. The Hogwarts uniforms never did much to show off the female body all that well and it was hard to see past her bushy hair. At the Yule Ball, it was hard not to notice that she was on her way to becoming a woman and she was absolutely gorgeous. Even Draco stared as she met up with Krum, but he would hex anyone who would have teased him about it. Though Theo never told anyone, let alone admitted it to himself, he had developed a strong attraction to her by the time they had left Hogwarts. He didn’t see the point of admitting anything to himself; once they left Hogwarts, he wouldn’t see her again, let alone become close enough to her to kiss her, let alone shag her like she deserved to be shagged. Or so he thought…

The first time they had hooked up, it was two years after the Final Battle, making it three years after the war started and four since they left Hogwarts; he was almost obliterated off of firewhiskey. They were both at a small pub in Northern Ireland, both there by complete coincidence. Theodore lived in the area while Hermione was there after watching Ginny in a Quidditch match. Ginny and Harry were elsewhere, celebrating, while Ron was in St. Mungo’s, still recovering from an injury he sustained from a fight with some Death Eaters that had escaped capture.

She and Ron had decided to remain friends well before the battle even started and rumor had it, Ron was currently shagging Lavender Brown. Hermione knew that she was free to play the field and she did just that. She walked into the bar wearing very form-fitting robes that was low cut and fairly revealing. She knew that she was going to draw attention, and for once in her life, that’s what she was going to do: use her looks, rather than her smarts, to draw attention. It was out of her character, yes, but damn it, she wanted to do something rebellious this one time. Who knows, she might ‘get lucky’ as the Muggles called sex, tonight. Rebellious sex, she thought, smiling to herself as the bartender brought over her drink. Hermione was no virgin; her first time was with Krum after she was of age and her second lover was Ron. After a few ‘hook-ups’, they determined that there was absolutely no chemistry between them and agreed to stay friends, though a very select few knew they had ‘hooked up’ in the first place. Glancing around the bar, she noticed someone looking her over. The drunken smile on his face let her know he liked what he was seeing. She enjoyed how his sandy blond hair fell into his dark brown eyes just a little bit; but the smirk on his face told her everything. Theodore Nott was ready to fuck and he wanted to fuck her.

Rebellious sex indeed, she thought, raising her glass to him by way of a greeting. As he rose from the table and she saw how lean and muscular his body was, she knew she was in for a fun night.

He woke up the next morning with a hang-over and an empty space next to him. He had hoped to at least speak to her, to discuss what had happened the night before, but Hermione left without saying goodbye. Drunken memories from the night before flooded his mind: those perfect breasts bouncing up and down as she rode him, the soft moans she let out as his kisses trailed down her stomach to her womanhood, her sweet taste when he preformed cunnilingus, the sweet, satisfied smile on her face after they were finished. He groaned as he realized it was the best and most rebellious thing that he had done in his entire life and he wanted more.