Nothing As It Seems

Chapter 2: A Flash of Thunder and Lightning

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This will satisfy your Theodore Nott queries. 

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--TheDarkLady 

Chapter 2: All alone in the manor

 “Productive meeting, eh?” Draco said to Theodore, eyes bright and lacking malice for once.

Theodore however looked supremely annoyed, and said: “Drake, I don’t have time for this.” He turned around and in a brisk walk, unceremoniously ditched Draco.

Draco’s eyes narrowed, and his mouth opened in a most un-Malfoy like fashion, if his mother had saw she would’ve slapped him upside the head.

He shook his head, only women could do that to Theo. And the one whom had just left in a hurry looked like she had a tear in her eye.

Draco sighed deeply and with the heel of his hand caressing his chin, his palm on his cheek, he stood watching Theo hurriedly go down the corridor. Simultaneously conjuring his documents, and heard him call out in his deep rumbling voice: “Hermione, wait!”

Draco stood a little longer looking at the place where Theo had turned a corner, his footsteps echoing through the barren corridor.

“Yeah, I’m not running after him.” He said, his face slightly grim.

An unassuming witch turned the corner and noticed that she and Draco were alone in the abandoned corridor, she gulped and was about to run away when Draco, smirked and winked at her. And he swaggered to his office, grabbing his wand, and apparated to the edge of Wiltshire, where nymphs awaited the suave and winsome Malfoy.

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Theodore caught upto her in no time. Owing to his long strides and the fact that he towered to a frightening height of 6’4.

He gently reached out and touched his hand briefly to her elbow, effectively, she stopped and looked up at him, surprised.

Her mouth quivered and the look of sympathy on Theodore’s face was enough for her to concede to his gentle tugs. He drew her to the side and without consent, he firmly took her in his arms, the way a knight would a fair maiden and she sobbed softly against his robes.

Her fingers clutched onto his robes and she allowed herself to give in, her sobs were louder and breath shakier, but his grip on her grew tighter still, for which she was grateful.

Minutes passed and Theodore didn’t say a word, he didn’t try to stop her, or give into false reassurances. He just wasn’t the person to. So he held her silently, and tightly, not saying a word.

She gave a deep breath and moved her face, and burrowed it against his skin, she felt his collarbone just below her jaw, as she stood on tip toe, to whisper her thanks, and softly and sweetly, kiss his slightly stubbly cheek. She didn’t linger and she promptly removed herself from his embrace.

Looking embarrassed and out of place, she cleared her throat as though to remove the tightness of it and ran a hand over herself in an attempt to regain composure.

While this was happening Theodore leaned against the tapestry, and absently gazed at his watch, he never left office this early.

She gave another deep breath and nodded her head, as though readying herself for something. She looked up, her eyes slightly puffy and red rimmed, lips swollen, and a delicate flush arising from her chest to her face, where her lips and cheeks looked especially rosy.