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Tonight was a nice surprise so far.
When Hannah Abbott had insisted on attending the small Hogwarts reunion that Friday night, Susan Bones had been reluctant to say the least.
Not that she didn't want to see her old schoolmates or catch up with their news, but she always felt like she had something to prove.
Susan had a content life. Her position in the Department of International Magical Cooperation was fulfilling, her social life vibrant and hobbies plenty. Nearly nine years after the War, she had created a life for herself that she was beginning to be proud of.
So what did she have to prove to anyone?
Maybe the most appropriate question was " What do I have to prove to myself? "
But no matter what the correct question was, it brought her to the Three Broomsticks that Friday night.
The beloved pub was full and loud, conversations mingling with laughter and music.
Susan found herself surrounded by friends and old schoolmates, work associates and some new acquaintances. Drink in hand, chatting and laughing.
Hannah and Susan stood near the back, listening to the tales of Luna Lovegood: her latest travels, the quest for proof about the existence of Wrackspurts and the danger the species could face.
"So you see, their numbers are getting drastically low and that could mean-", the Ravenclaw stopped suddenly and looked just above Susan's head.
"Luna?"
"Oh dear! I need my Spectrespecs to confirm but you might be getting a small infection of Wrackspurts yourself!" she exclaimed, her dreamy voice squeaking higher than usual.
"Bones's been getting something small? You do need glasses, Loony."
The three girls turned to see Tracey Davis snickering behind their small group.
Hannah, having been Susan's best friend from the moment they both sat at the Hufflepuff table at the Sorting Ceremony, jumped in her defence.
"Did you say something, Davis?" Hannah sneered to the Slytherin, a blonde brow rising in challenge.
Susan, though, knew the backhanded comments the Slytherin girl was capable of, having been on the receiving end of them for most of their Hogwarts years. She expected the cruel comment that followed.
"Just stating the obvious, Abbot. Our dear Bones here hasn't had anything small on her since third year!"
After spitting out her venomous comment with a cruel smile, Davis gave Susan a dismissive up and down look and sauntered away.
"Oh, she isn't getting away with saying things like that again!"
"Just leave it alone Hannah. It doesn't matter,” sighed Susan, stopping her friend.
It didn't matter that the girl had blatantly said that she was big, she knew it. What mattered was that she said it like it was a bad thing. Susan knew herself. Yes, she was plus sized and she was confident in her own skin.
Growing up being bigger, she felt like there was something wrong with her. But after teenage years full of self-doubt, Susan fell in love with herself just the way she was. No more obsessing about what she ate, how many calories it had, did she really need to eat that cookie?
Susan was enjoying her life. She went out with friends, ate delicious food, drank a glass of wine whenever she felt like it, took long walks around Wizarding and Muggle London, went hiking occasionally and was trying to add yoga to her weekly schedule. She did all those things because she liked them, not to achieve a number on the scale. She was healthy and happy and content. She had nothing to prove to anyone.
All that said, hearing Davis talking about her weight as if it was a bad thing, still stung. Even if she wasn't going to admit it to her friends.
Morgana, she needed a drink!
"But Susan, she-"
"It's really okay. I'm going to get a refill. Be right back."
Susan made her way to the bar through a bunch of people, briefly stopping and saying her polite hellos and how-are-yous. Finally arriving at the counter, she put her hands on the wooden surface and gave her order to the barman, smile in place.
"A glass of rosé and a shot of Firewhisky, please"
"Make them two", a deep and commanding voice sounded from her left.
Turning around, Susan came face to face with Slytherin extraordinaire, Theodore Nott.
Ugh, tonight really wasn't her night, she thought.
"Nott," Susan greeted, raising a ginger brow.
"Bones."
She turned away, just as their drinks arrived and downed her shot in one go.
"Easy there, Bones. Who got your knickers in a twist?" Nott lightly joked.
"Slytherin’s tendency to get nosy and in everyone's business does that to people, you know," she spat without looking at him.
Motioning for another round, Nott turned fully towards her, resting his forearm on the bar.
"Little Badger came out to play tonight, huh? Someone must really not value their life."
Despite herself, Susan's lips quirked at his words.
"You don't seem like you value yours, either" she answered him airly, turning towards him again and downing her second shot.
Theodore Nott, mimicking her, brought the small glass to his lips and took the shot, not breaking eye contact for a moment.
Susan watched as he put the glass down, took his second one and repeated the pattern.
She was the first to avert her eyes, busying herself with her wine, just as his tongue came to moisture his lips.
Was it hot in here?
"So what made you crawl out of your lair?"
Susan knew how lame that sounded the moment she uttered the words, making a small grimace at the change of his attitude as her words sunk in.
"Oh, you know, the second favourite Death Eater spawn couldn't miss the chance to spoil the fun."
An almost hurt expression passed over his face as he turned around to leave.
Before she gave it any thought, Susan grabbed his forearm to stop him.
"No wait, that's not what I meant," she tried, "it came out wrong!"
Nott took in her hand still holding him in place and then brought his eyes up to her face.
"And what did you mean, exactly?"
Dropping her claim on his arm, Susan blushed bead red. "Let me try again?"
He gave her a wary look for a second, then did a little shrug as if saying what the hell, I'll humor you. Nott put his arm on the bar again and angled his body towards her, hip resting at the wood, ankles slightly crossed.
Susan stole a few quick glances and how couldn't she?
Theodore Nott was a vision. He had always been tall but was now more built, with wide shoulders and strong physic. The grey slacks with the white button down made his features and body prominent, all light brown wavy hair and bright hazel eyes.
And Merlin, did he have to have his sleeves rolled up?!
Damn him.
Clearing her throat a bit to put herself together, Susan wore a small, brave smile and asked the question the way she really intended the first time.
"Haven't seen you attending these reunions and I was just wondering, what made you come this time?"
He took his sweet time, just looking her up and down for a couple of seconds before answering.
"It was starting to feel a bit lonely in my lair."
"And you crawled out to play?"
What is wrong with her!
Nott smirked at her response though and motioned for two more shots.
"Maybe... if a brave, little badger was in for a game," he said with a slow, crooked smile playing on his lips.
At the sight, Susan's heart did a sudden flutter.
Am I flirting with Theodore Nott?
Is he flirting with me?
Nott took his refilled shot and made a small gesture of a toast before downing it in one go.
He couldn't be flirting.
Could he?
And why couldn't he bloody well be? her inner voice all but yelled.
True, she was still bothered by Davis's comment, self doubt boiling inside her mind, like a cauldron over a mild flame, fast and steady.
But Nott had given her plenty of hints, still standing with her and smiling down at her with his devilish mouth.
Susan considered the possibility of indeed having Theodore Nott flirting with her.
Was it really such a bad idea?
He was handsome, obviously, but more than that, he had something about him that pulled her in.
She didn't know much about his life after the war, but from whispers and talks, he was supposed to have opened an apothecary with Draco Malfoy in Diagon Alley, and of what she had gathered he didn't hold any of the prejudice about blood purity his father had.
Susan stole a look at him again, smile still in place and-
Did he just look at her lips?!
Get it together Susan.
Looking at his eyes, Susan took her own shot, downing it on one go before licking her lips as seductively as she could.
Theodore stole another glance at her mouth, before bringing his stare back to her eyes and openly smiled down at her, moving a bit closer.
He was taller than her, even with her heels on.
Nott dipped his head near hers, towering over her form. For a moment Susan thought he was going to kiss her cheek, but then moved his nose and sinful mouth closer to her ear, whispering "You look radiant. Couldn't take my eyes off you all night."
Susan's breath caught on her throat, blood coming alive in her cheeks, probably making them appear more round than they already were.
He lightly caressed below her ear with his fingers, before straightening to his full height and pushing her hair behind said ear.
All Susan was capable of at that moment was to look up at him, a flirty smile pulling at her lips.
"It must be all the yellow," she mumbled, gesturing to her form-fitting yellow dress.
The dress was one of her favourites; it hugged her curves, highlighting her body’s natural attributes - and paid tribute to her old Hogwarts house. She especially loved how the yellow of the dress matched her copper hair and green eyes. Sure, it might have brought attention also to her freckles, but Susan loved them too.
"It most definitely isn't just the yellow. Although Hufflepuff colours suit you well."
As he said it, his hand travelled near her face again.
But before it had a chance to touch her skin, a polite cough ended the moment.
Turning towards the intruder, Susan watched the amazed and questioning look of her best friend.
"You were taking quite some time with that refill, but I see you had good reason for it," Hannah struggled to hide her amusement, looking from Susan to Theodore.
"Hannah, you remember Theodore Nott," Susan gestured between the two.
"Just Theo. Nice to see you again," he said with a tilt of his head.
Theo. I like the sound of that.
"Nice to see you too. Are you ready to go Susan? Neville is waiting for us outside."
"Longbottom?" asked Theo, looking over at Susan, the meaning of his question clear.
"Hannah's husband doesn't have much of a tolerance for being in the spotlight for too long," Susan answered whilst poking fun at her friend.
"You know how he gets, he's too shy for his own good. Are you coming or-" Hannah looked sideways at Theo "-staying?"
"I think I'm staying," she answered Hannah, her eyes boring to Theo's.
A smirk formed to his lips, eyes heavy on hers.
"Alright then, good night."
Hannah shook Theo's hand and gave Susan a hug, whispering in her ear "You are telling me everything tomorrow," before going to find her husband outside.
Sitting alone at the bar, the couple sipped their drinks, Susan her wine and Theo his glass of Ogden's.
They talked about their time at Hogwarts, their work in their respective fields, laughing over old tales.
"It was fucking awfull! Hurt like a bitch too."
"It mustn't be as bad as Splinching and losing a leg.”
The concerned look on Theo's face was absolutely precious. His brows stitched together and his eyes scanned her as if to check for the long gone injury.
"Don't worry, it's there. Madam Pomfrey reattached it. Almost as good as new, minus the fright and the occasional limp," Susan reassured him, touching his arm lightly.
Theo brought his hand over hers and gave a light squeeze.
"Okay, so, splinched leg, definitely more painful than a bludger to the shoulder," he said, a cute grimace on his face.
Susan giggled at his reaction. Could he get more perfect?
Looking around, it seemed the time had flown by, as they were the last few at the pub.
Theo, noticing her straying gaze, looked around too.
"Maybe it's time to leave before Madam Rosmerta kicks us out."
"I guess you're right."
At his words Susan's face slightly fell.
Would she be able to see him again?
Did he even want to see her again?
Before any more doubt crept into her, Theo came near her, his hand coming to rest at her waist.
Susan looked up at him, startled at his gesture for a second, but welcoming the warmth of him.
As if testing the waters, Theo waited a couple of moments for her to push him away. He smirked when she didn't, and leant forward to whisper in her ear "Would it be too forward of me to ask you to, please, let me take you home?"
Susan turned her face towards his, their lips barely touching.
"Thought you'd never ask."
Quirking his lips slightly, he paused, allowing her to close the gap between them. And she did, without a second thought.
Susan had had her fair share of kisses, but never like this.
Theo's lips moved with hers, soft but firm. The hand around her waist pulled her closer, while his other rose to touch her cheek in a soft caress.
When they finally broke apart, Theo smiled down at her, his eyes bright. Taking her hand, he led her out of the pub to the cobbled streets of Hogsmead.
Putting his hand at the small of her back, he gently guided her to the apparition point.
The moment they materialised in Susan's living room, Theo took an interested look around the small space, still holding her hand in his.
"What do you think?" she asked nervously, after a moment.
"It's warm and beautiful. Reflects you perfectly."
Susan felt heat creeping up her face and nerves starting to bubble in her stomach.
What now?
Theo pulled her towards him and slithered an arm around her waist, holding her firmly.
"So, here we are,” he whispered softly.
"Here we are,” Susan murmured, her eyes meeting his.
A firmer hold on her waist and a quirk of his lips was all it took for her to push forward and claim them with her own.
This kiss was more urgent. A different kind of heat washed down her body.
Hands finding their way to his hair, Susan pushed her body up against him and earned a low growl from Theo.
Seizing the opportunity, she pushed her tongue past his lips.
Circe, help her, the man could kiss!
Theo pushed her slowly up against the wall, savouring her taste and letting his hands roam over her body.
Angling her face up, she pulled him even closer by his hair.
"Bedroom,” he commanded, voice hoarse in her mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Susan pulled him to her bedroom.
Once inside, Theo had his hands and mouth all over her, not wasting a second. He kissed down the length of her neck, hands grabbing her hips and arse, squeezing.
Susan wound one hand around the nape of his neck, hanging off of him for support, already feeling weak at the knees from his ministrations. She couldn’t suppress the little sighs of pleasure that fell from her lips.
Theo ran his lips up the column of her neck to her lips, pausing just a breath away from touching. His eyes burned into hers as he pulled her flush against his body.
Feeling his arousal through the light fabric, Susan detangled her hand from his hair and slowly trailed it down to the front of his crotch. With feather touches she traced the length of him, her mouth dry and heart beating like a drum.
A growl came from deep within his chest, but before she could get a proper hold, Susan found her back against another wall, both her hands pinned above her head.
"Wha-"
"If you continue like that, this will be over too soon for my liking."
Angling her hips towards his, Susan pushed forward just a bit and felt him against her belly.
"Yeah?"
Cursing under his breath, Theo pinned her body with his and peppered her jaw with kisses, coming up to her ear.
"Yeah,” he purred, voice husky, breath hot against her skin, "I want this to last. I want you coming riding my mouth, I want to know how sweet you taste, how it feels to be inside you, coming around my cock, again and again, and that won't happen if you continue like that.”
Susan could feel his seductive smirk on her skin as his words caressed her ear.
Letting go of her hands, Theo’s large hands came to rest under her jaw, thumbs caressed her cheeks, his touch light as if she could break.
"That is, if you want any of that. One word from you and everything stops."
Gripping the collar of his shirt, Susan brought his face to her level and looked him straight in the eyes before answering.
"I want all of that, and even more."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Now kiss me, please ."
Theo didn't waste any more time, kissing her with all his might, one hand tangling in her hair, the other grabbing her backside, bringing her closer.
Susan took her time unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it down his arms. Letting her hands roam over his toned torso, wide shoulders and strong arms, enjoying the feel of him and his small reactions to her touch; a slight hitch of his breath, a soft moan in her mouth.
Just as her hands travelled south, Theo pulled her off the wall and brought her back flush against his front.
He pushed ginger strands of hair over her shoulder, slowly kissing from her ear to the base of her neck. His fingers caressed her spine as he unzipped her dress.
Susan closed her eyes, relaxing at his warm touch,her head coming to rest on his shoulder. She felt the dress drop past her shoulders, down her middle and legs, fluttering to the floor.
She felt one hot hand caressing her thigh, circling higher and higher, and another tightening deliciously around her waist.
Her breathing became shallow, anticipation burning her skin, making her wet and needy.
Susan sucked in a sharp breath for a different reason than lust altogether: Theo was moving his hand to hug her middle.
She sucked her tummy in, holding her breath. She was most self conscious about her belly, and she knew that even as she tried to push those insecurities down.
Maybe he hadn't noticed.
Catching her reaction, though, Theo stopped, warm palm freezing on her belly.
"Everything okay?" he murmured, hot breath fanning over her ear
"Y-yes."
Theo moved his palm up her stomach, fingers spread wide, feeling every inch.
Susan tried sucking her tummy harder.
What the fuck are you doing woman?!, her inner voice screamed.
"Breathe, love."
She tried complying, but didn't breathe out completely.
"All the way. Let me feel you."
Damn.
"All of you. Please ."
At his request, her last ounce of self doubt flew out the window, confidence returning in spades.
Susan knew that a man's approval of her physique didn't matter - accepting and loving herself did. But hearing Theo's words, him wanting to see her without her holding back, made something inside her chest flutter.
Letting out the last restraining suck, Susan took a breath and let go.
"Good girl. Now, turn around for me."
Bracing herself, Susan turned around, head held high.
Theo lifted her head with a finger under her chin to look at her deeply with his hazel eyes, his thumb swiping over her lower lip.
"Never try to hide, love. You're beautiful."
After bending down and kissing her slowly, Theo led them over to the bed. Sitting himself at the edge, he pulled her closer by her hips, his legs parting, so she could stand in front of him. He started kissing her sternum, bringing his lips over her bra covered chest, leaving open mouthed kisses all over. His hands travelled to the back of her thighs, bringing her closer to him.
At his ministrations, Susan sighed, enjoying his touch and mouth on her. When his teeth grazed her nipple, her hands shot to his hair, pulling him closer, his name escaping as a breathy moan from her lips.
Theo's mouth travelled south, kissing and licking her stomach, her belly, every bump, every stretch mark, every scar, and finally, the edge of her underwear.
"Please, Theo."
He looked up at her face, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"What do you want, love?"
" You. "
"I'm all yours, sweetheart."
Theo pushed himself fully in the middle of the bed, laying down in front of her.
Tugging at her thigh, he helped her straddle his waist, legs on either side of him. She could feel the tent in his pants right where she needed him.
"You are glorious in yellow. It's becoming my favourite colour," he murmured, looking up at her in her yellow lingerie.
"More than green?" she asked, biting her bottom lip, hand stroking his chest, skin hot against her fingers. Her hips circled experimentally over his.
"It's a tie." he answered between grunts of pleasure.
"I'll take it, then,” she smiled down at him.
"Sit on my face, love."
"WHAT?!" she yelped, movements stopping.
"I want you to come and sit on my face. I need to taste you."
Heat flared all the way up her face and neck at his words.
Sure, she’d had guys go down on her before, but always on her back and never talking to her like that. His blunt words made her shudder and squirm with want.
"Wouldn't it be better if I just layed down?" she asked, voice trembling slightly.
"I want you in control of your pleasure. I need you to come riding my face."
Bracing herself, Susan slid up towards his face, his hands caressing her waist, calming her.
When her centre came over his lips, a deep moan escaped her lips. Theo’s arms hugged the back of her thighs, pulling her firmly down.
He kissed, licked and nipped at her clothed cunt. Sliding her underwear to the side, he gave her slit a long stroke with his tongue. She clenched around nothing when he hummed, tasting her, vibrations going straight to her core. He lazily made his way to her clit, kissing and licking at the bud.
Susan was a moaning mess. Hand tangled in his hair, she brought the other to the headboard in an attempt to steady herself. Her hips worked in tandem with his sinful mouth, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Does it feel good?"
"Merlin, y-yes! Please, don't stop. P-please. "
"Wouldn't dream of it. Take everything you need from me,” he murmured over her inner lips, eyes looking up at her face, overcome with pleasure and entering her with his tongue. Just watching him almost had her coming then and there: eyes dark, cheeks flushed, mouth painted with her arousal.
Theo tugged her clit, hard, and worked two of his long fingers into her. He pumped, curling them deep inside her. With a cry of his name, Susan threw her head back and let go, riding out her orgasm. Theo kept licking and kissing, taking all she could give him.
As the aftershocks ebbed away, Susan pushed herself off Theo. She collapsed beside him, eyes closed, still catching her breath.
"That was-,” her words came short.
"Yes?"
"-incredible." she murmured.
Lazy grin forming at his mouth, Theo rolled towards her, forearm holding himself up. He kissed her lips, her arousal still on his mouth. Opening her mouth, his tongue assaulted hers.
Theo brought his hand over her chest, sliding her bra down and massaging her. Susan's hand travelled to his hair again, tugging him close, grinding her body into his larger form.
A pinch to her nipple had her moaning, his leg, sliding up and down her core, had her moving her hips off the bed to get more friction.
Her hand travelled to the front of his trousers, making quick work of the zip, and finally taking him into her palm.
He was big. Bigger than what she was used to, but she wasn't complaining. She started pumping her palm up and down his length, earning breathy moans from Theo.
His hand left her chest, and vanished her bra with a dismissive wave. Tugging his pants down and off, Susan followed his que, pulling down her dump underwear, throwing it somewhere on the floor.
Theo knelt over her, taking in her naked form. Susan let her eyes roam over his handsome face, his strong chest and arms, his mouth-watering length.
Bracing herself, she slowly parted her legs, showing herself openly to him.
At the sight, Theo's hands gripped the inside of her thighs, opening her wider, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
Giving him her most seductive look, Susan slowly drew a hand up her body to fondle her breast, the other slithered down to circle her clit. His eyes darkened as he watched her.
" Fuck "
"Like what you're seeing?"
"You have no idea what you're doing to me, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice deep with arousal.
Theo slid closer, the tip of his cock almost touching her opening.
"Show me, then," she breathed, challenging him.
At her command, Theo pumped the length of him, still watching Susan touch herself.
Their touches grew faster by the second, their sighs coming louder.
"Theo, please,” Susan begged, squirming at the sight of him, so close and yet so far from where she needed him most.
"What do you need, love?"
"I need you inside me. Now."
Theo nestled between her thighs, casting a wandless contraceptive charm over her lower belly. He bent over her form and pushed slowly inside, while kissing her lips soundly.
"Merlin, you're so wet for me,” his words purring into her mouth.
All Susan was capable of was whimpering and moaning into the kiss.
Theo started thrusting slowly and deeply inside her, kissing her neck and shoulder. Susan met him thrust for thrust, her hands wound around his shoulders, thighs rising to rest near his back.
Taking a pillow from the side of the bed, Theo pulled it under her hips, the angle opening her even more to him. Delicious tingles ran through her core.
"You've no idea how good you feel, sweetheart. So wet and warm. Taking me so well,” he murmured over her lips.
As his thrusts grew faster, Susan gripped his hair and brought their lips together into a searing kiss.
One of his hands travelled between them, circling her clit. Susan almost screamed at the rush of pleasure. It was too much. The feel of him, his touches, his voice, his hand in her clit teasing, his dick hitting that delicious part deep inside of her, over and over and over...
"Come for me again, love. I need to feel you coming around my cock,” he murmured over her mouth, lips touching hers with every word.
Susan's orgasm washed over her, head thrown back, nails digging into his flesh.
His name fell from her lips in a near scream, as wave after wave passed through her, core clenching uncontrollably down on him.
His release came after a few more deep thrusts, her name whispered on her hot skin.
They lay like that, limbs tangled, him still inside her, as they caught their breaths. Theo spread a few wet kisses on her mouth, cheeks, jaw, chest, shoulder lazily. Susan caressed his hair and back, holding him close.
After a few moments, Theo pushed himself off her, his back sinking at the pillows behind him, taking her with him to rest her head at his chest.
Susan enjoyed the warmth of him, listening to his heartbeat returning to normal, as his fingers travelled up and down her spine.
As they drifted into sleep during the night, Susan was ready to face an empty side of the bed next to her when she woke up.
*******
Opening her eyes and glancing at the window near her bed, it looked just around midday. Closing her eyes again, Susan cherished the warm and cosy feeling, gently stretching until...
What, in Merlin's right tit?
Her elbow brushed a nose and her bum nudged something hard.
Squirming away from the body behind her she almost fell off the bed. A strong arm curled around her waist, steading her onto a warm chest.
"Careful there,” a deep and sexy male voice hummed beside her head, traces of sleep still evident.
Shifting around to look over her shoulder, Susan took in the sleepy eyes of Theo, an amused smile gracing his lovely mouth.
"You stayed!"
"Shouldn't I have?"
"No. I mean, yes. I mean-"
His quirked lips were distracting her, her brain hazy from sleep.
Deep breath.
"I mean, I didn't think you would."
At that Theo's dark brows frowned over his eyes.
"But, I'm really glad you did,” she added quickly.
Susan hugged him, arm behind his neck, bringing his lips over hers.
The kiss was slow and lazy, Theo's hand caressed her stomach, moving up to her breasts, massaging, circling a perked nipple and moving to the other.
The hardness Susan had felt waking up, seemed only too interested in her squirming, and was pressed firmly against her.
Susan rubbed her backside on his member, opening her mouth to him, breathy sighs leaving tumbling from her lips.
Theo's hand travelled south, down to her lower lips, feather touches making her squirm at his mercy as his tongue danced with hers for dominance.
Dipping two fingers slowly inside and feeling how wet she was, he bit her lower lip, earning a yelp from her.
Smiling over her mouth, Theo breathed his words into her.
"I'm glad I stayed, too. You have no idea how much."
Bringing her arse higher and pressing to him, Susan's words came as a barely murmured "Show me."
At her command, Theo pulled her flush against him, his hand leaving her core to help her angle just right and pushed his way inside of her at a torturously slow pace.
Inch by inch, Susan arched her back, taking him as far as humanly possible, head resting on his shoulder.
Bringing his lips to her neck, he started thrusting, slow and steady and deep. He made Susan a moaning mess in seconds.
Their pace picked up in speed, and Theo's movements grew more needy, more powerful. With a particularly hard thrust, he bit down on her skin, marking her.
Feeling his teeth on her, Theo's name fell from her lips in a breathy moan.
Hearing his name uttered with such passion and ecstasy, Theo growled against her back. The low rumble against her skin sent chills over her flustered body.
His hand cupped her throat in a possessive grip, holding her, feeling her pulse beneath his fingers.
" Yes " she breathed.
"You like that, love?"
"Circe! Yes !"
But what pushed her to the edge was his voice on the skin of her cheek, his hand on her neck tightening, his breath hot as he whispered to her:
"Come for me, love. Let me feel your sweet cunt milking my cock."
His breath caught in his throat, becoming husky. The sounds of their skin coming together again and again filling the room.
"I want you all for myself. I'm greedy like that. My sweet girl. Take whatever you want from me."
" Gods, yes! Please, please, pl- THEO!"
Susan brought her hand down her clit, furiously rubbing circles. She came hard, pulsing down on him, meeting his thrusts, riding out her high, body shuddering.
"So fucking beautiful,” whispered to her skin.
Theo followed her soon after, hips erratic, biting down her shoulder, the hold on her throat firm, yet comfortable.
Coming down from their highs, Theo stroked her neck, licking lightly over the bite. Susan hummed in bliss at his ministrations.
Pulling out of her, he rested against the headboard, taking Susan with him to rest at his side as they relaxed.
Her hand drew patterns on his chest, while he caressed her side with light touches.
So, what now?
Do I bring up the fact that he stayed over? Does it mean anything at all?
Am I reading too much into it?
Suddenly, she felt his fingers under her chin, lifting her face to look into her eyes, his own heavy and bright.
"I meant what I said before. I'm glad I stayed over. I really like you, Susan Bones, and if you want to give my sorry arse a chance, I want to get to know you. Every part of you."
As he was talking, his thumb stocked her lower lip, where he had been kissing and biting moments ago. Instinctually, her tongue came out to give his finger a tiny lick, looking at him through her lashes.
"Please, say something."
Considering his words, Susan found herself smiling, wanting it to become reality.
Cupping his cheek with her palm, she brought his lips down to hers, placing a sweet kiss on them. Opening her eyes after a moment, Susan found Theo looking at her, eyes bright and a slow smile forming.
She really liked his smile.
"I would really like that. Getting to know you too, that is. And who knows, I might want to keep you around,” she joked.
"Won't hear any objections from me, sweetheart."
Theo bent down, planting a long, deep kiss on her lips. Susan smiled into his mouth.
Can't wait to see where this goes.
One year later..
"Gonna go for a refill. Can I get you anything, love?,” came Theo’s sweet voice over her ear
His arm draped around her waist, squeezing her lighty.
"Another glass of wine, please,” Susan looked up at him, with a seductive smile and a gleam in her eyes.
"Keep saying please, looking at me like that and see how fast I can get you out of here,” replied Tho, voice husky and grip tightening.
"Ugh, please! Just get a room already!"
At Neville's teasing comment, Theo let out a heartfelt laugh that made her heart flutter and went to retrieve their drinks.
"I swear, sometimes you guys are worse than Hermione and Malfoy."
"We're not that bad, Neville."
Susan stole a glance at the direction of said couple. Doe eyes and hands all over one another teasing and smiling around their group of friends.
Catching sight of Theo, she watched him lean against the bar as he waited for their drinks. Feeling her eyes on him, he sent a seductive wink her way, a smirk gracing his lips.
"You were saying, dear?" Hannah teased her friend, noticing the exchange.
"Please, they're not going to last. Nott's obviously just passing the time, waiting for a proper woman to come along,” came the scoffing, dismissing voice of Tracey Davis.
Why in every single reunion did she have to spoil her fun?
Bloody infuriating.
"I don't think I asked your opinion on my relationship, Davis."
"Don't be an idiot, Bones. Once he has his itch scratched, or whatever he's doing with you, he'll be off marrying a proper pureblood. Not an overweight, half-blood slu- "
"Finish that sentence, Davis, and your husband's gonna find out how exactly you spend your afternoons. Or with whom, to be precise."
Susan felt her boyfriend's strong arm circle her waist protectively, pulling her back to his chest.
Relaxing a bit at his warmth, she watched Davis's face turning white as ash, eyes growing to wide saucers.
"Now, stop projecting your own insecurities on my girlfriend and get back to whatever the fuc-"
Susan's firm hold on his arm stopped him. As much as she appreciated his gesture trying to protect her, she could do that on her own.
Pulling out of his hold, Susan neared Davis' ashen form. Her voice was clear and leveled, despite her rising temper.
"I really don't know you, Davis. And to be honest, I don't intend to. But you don't know me either. You know nothing about me or my relationship with Theo. Don't you ever speak to me like you think you know a damn thing about either. There's absolutely nothing wrong with how much I weigh, or what I look like. Theo loves and respects me just the way I am, weight and blood status included. Feeling entitled to other people's lives tells a damn lot more about you than me. And don't take my politeness for weakness, either."
Turning away from the Slytherin, Susan stopped in her tracks. Stealing a look at Theo for reassurance, she neared the petrified woman, placing her hands on the other's shoulders and adding in a lower voice:
"Please, try to forgive yourself for whatever you try to run away from. Bringing others down won't help you heal or love yourself more. I really hope you'll be happy someday."
With that Susan walked away. She went to the back of the pub and outside through the side door.
Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she hugged her middle, a shudder running through her.
The sound of the door opening and closing again hard, had her certain for who it might be.
Strong arms hugged her from behind and a soft kiss was placed on her hair.
Resting against his warmth, Susan voiced her thoughts to him. Just like they’d learned to do over the course of their relationship; opening up, trusting each other, being there whenever one needed it - holding each other balanced through everything.
"I really hope I wasn't cruel to her."
"You weren't. You stood up for yourself and for us."
Turning her around to look at her face, Theo cupped her cheeks softly, angling her face up to his.
"You were amazing. I think you helped her get some perspective there at the end. But she's not your responsibility."
"I know, but-"
"No buts. What's important right now is how you are. Are you okay, love?"
His voice was laced with concern, eyes darting between hers to pick up on any emotion.
Was she okay?
Mostly yes. A bit shook up, but okay.
"I'm fine. It was nothing new."
"Just because it happened before, doesn't make it okay. You told me that, you know,” he insisted with a crooked smile.
"I did, didn't I?"
Theo, knowing her better than anyone, pressed on, not distracted by her humour.
"Susan,” he warned.
"Fine, you're right. Or, I'm right. Anyway, it bloody hurt. But I can take it. I'll be okay."
Unclasping her arm from around her middle, Susan put her arms over the nape of his neck, hugging him tightly. Pulling him in, she spoke, looking straight into his hazel eyes.
"We have each other, and that's what matters. Not whatever anyone thinks or says. I know my worth. I have people who love me. I have you, and that's all that matters."
Rising to her tiptoes, Susan kissed his lips softly, passing all her adoration for him in that kiss.
He was always there, beside her, from that night one year ago. They'd come a long way since then, learning each other and teaching one another, growing together.
He was gentle and affectionate. She was passionate and caring. They were a team.
Breaking the kiss, Theo took hold of her waist, and pulled her to his body, his eyes full of love gazing down at hers.
"I love you, Susan Bones. From that night, a year ago, you changed my life. It was like I saw colour for the first time in years. You, in that yellow dress, laughing with Hannah. You took my breath away and have done so every day since."
After placing another lingering kiss at her lips, they pulled away. Now, it was Susan's turn to cup his warm cheek.
"You know I love you, Theodore Nott, with everything I've got. Thank you for always being here for me."
Turning his head slightly, he kissed her palm, closing his eyes.
In that moment, Susan felt strong and loved. They would be okay. She fell in love with herself more every day, like she did with him. Theo adored every aspect of her, even the parts that were harder to love some days. Susan did the same for him. Even the days his past came to haunt him, or the days she felt like a burden. They were perfectly imperfect together. They were happy.
"Let's go inside, before I change my mind and take you home to have my way with you,” she joked, half to lighten the mood, half telling the truth. His openness and affection always made her weak at the knees.
"Wouldn't hear me complaining. But let's go inside. I need to get Draco before he makes a fool of himself."
"Too late. Him and Hermione have been at it for nearly half an hour. Poor Harry's ready to gauge his eyes out."
Keeping one another close, they entered the Three Broomsticks, fingers entwined and warm smiles on their lips.