Blood Bound

Chapter 8 - Postridie

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Hi everyone!

This chapter is pretty short but things are gearing up to get more exciting and more spicy!

enjoy!

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When she woke up on Sunday morning, Hermione had absolutely no idea where she was until she lifted her head from the pillow to look around. Taking in her surroundings, the dark stone walls and green drapes around the bed she was laying in were enough to cause the events of the night to flash through her mind. With a low groan at the pounding in her head, she made the mistake of rolling over, where she immediately met the eyes of Theodore Nott.

Fuck how do I politely ask her to leave? I don't usually let them sleepover.

Pulling the pillow out from under her head and burying her face into it in an attempt to muffle the onslaught of his consciousness. She'd learned early on that delving into other people's thoughts without the cushion of a dose or two of pain potion was exceptionally unpleasant.

She spoke through the fabric to her bedmate. "Relax Theodore I fully intend to get out of here as soon as my head stops spinning, you can wipe that constipated look off your face." Realizing about a second after she said it that she'd responded aloud to his thoughts she wasn't supposed to be able to hear, her body tensed. Maybe he'll just think I'm really intuitive or something, just pretend you didn't say anything weird Hermione. He looked at her confused for a second before he shrugged to himself and rolled to stare at the ceiling relaxedly again.

Deciding that the pain in her head had subsided enough to be able to walk, she made to get out of the bed. Seeing as she had fallen asleep completely naked, she took the top sheet with her, leaving him lounging on the bed in just a pair of boxers. She winced slightly at the dull throbbing coming from between her legs.

"Um," she started uncertainly "any chance you know where my wand is?" He stood to look around the disaster of sheets and pillows that encircled the base of the bed while she dressed herself. She was pulling her dress back over her head when he handed it to her.

"Was under the nightstand, must've gotten knocked off." She smiled as she took it from his hand.

"Well," what the fuck am I supposed to say? She was pretty sure this was the most uncomfortable encounter she'd experienced ever, and she'd been tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange before. Okay maybe the most uncomfortable is a bit of a stretch, but it's definitely making top ten.

"Yeah" he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Bye Theodore, see you around." She winked at him playfully in an attempt to diffuse some of the tension in the room as she headed towards the door, shoes in hand.

"See you Granger" he responded before she closed the door behind her.

Creeping down the stairs she assumed led to the common room, she silently prayed that it was early enough that everyone was still asleep. Her prayers were denied when she stepped into the common room and met the gaze of Blaise Zabini. I'm really off my game with the whole avoiding eyes thing this morning.

No way Theo actually bagged Granger was what he was thinking, sounding a little bit more impressed than she appreciated. She was mildly offended that the dark-skinned Slytherin thought she was such a prude, he didn't even know her. Scolding herself mentally for letting the private thoughts of someone she'd never spoken to before irk her, she did her best to paste a pleasant smile on her features.

"Morning Zabini" she greeted as she walked around the room towards the exit, still barefoot.

"Good morning Granger" he chirped smugly "I'm going to assume from the state of your appearance that you're the reason I was forced to sleep on the couch down here instead of in my bed?" He asked with a sly smirk on his face. Do Slytherins ever smile or is a smirk as close as they get?