The Jock and the Swot

Chapter 1

A/N: So there I was, innocently scrolling through the DEE Facebook page when suddenly, bam. AlbinoPeacock threw down this plot bunny and I just had to write it:

Probably a one-shot, could be longer. Thormione. M/E. Hermione doing some "light-reading" in the library while Thorfinn is studying for his NEWTS on the secluded part of the library, on one table and they are awkwardly ignoring each other. Then they hear someone having sex behind the bookshelves somewhere near (probably Antonin lol). Thorfinn just knew who it was and starts to apologize to Hermione for his friend but he notices that she is blushing AF and is surprisingly aroused. How you move forward from there is up to you.

So that's what this is! Lots of M rated smutty goodness to follow. I hope you love it AlbinoPeacock!

Update April 2020: Because of sooo much demand, I expanded this smutty one-shot into a full-length fic! It will be 13 chapters when it's completed and every chapter except the last is written! I don't know what my update schedule will look like (especially since I'll be having a baby in the next few weeks...) but I'll be sure to continue updating about once a week. That's what I'll be sticking with for now.

Due to the update, I went out and got myself a beta. Thank you sooo much Fae Orabel for all your hard work on this chapter and the rest! There are some minor updates below, but nothing plot-wise. Just some grammar cleanup.

See the gorgeous manip that Klawdee890 made for this story on Tumblr!

Enjoy!

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Thorfinn groaned when he reached the back of the library, nearest the Restricted Section. Every table was full, it was a month before OWLs and NEWTs and Hogwarts students were certainly taking advantage of the last push before exams. He liked studying near the Restricted Section because the whingy younger years rarely ventured back that far.

Sighing, he slid into a seat kitty-corner from sixth year know-it-all, Hermione Granger. She had a veritable wall of books surrounding her. There were three or four open and she was scribbling quickly across a piece of parchment as she seemed to consult them all simultaneously. She didn't even look up when he sat down.

He shrugged, if she was going to ignore him, he could ignore her too. Besides, it was one of the few tables that even had space for another person to sit. Granger would likely not even make a sound for the next two hours while Thorfinn focused on his Charms revision. Charms was his best class, so his goal was to get the best NEWT on Charms and let the rest of his classes fall where they may.

He had only been studying for about thirty minutes when his concentration broke. At first, he didn't recognize the noise for what it was, just another soft noise in the bouquet of noises that filtered through the library.

"...yes..." the 'es' was a hiss drawn out to ridiculous portions.

"...'tonin..."

Thorfinn dropped his head to the book in front of him, making a dull thunking sound. Even he could recognize the mangling of his best mate's name.

The bookcase behind Granger began to rock and that's when Thorfinn knew for sure what was going on. The sounds of skin on skin and, oh Merlin, was that? He bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud as he could hear how slick the witch Antonin had backed up against the bookcase was.

Chancing a look up towards Granger, Thorfinn wasn't surprised to see that she didn't seem to notice.

"Oh!" The shout was quickly cut off with what Thorfinn could only imagine was Antonin's hand across the witch's mouth.