The Jock and the Swot

Chapter 2

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Sighing heavily, Hermione rolled over. She was sore in that tell-tale way that she knew meant she'd had sex with someone recently. She could almost smell him still and her eyes popped open to see the door to the Room of Requirement shut quietly. Pursing her lips, she glared at the offending door. It wasn't that she was surprised that Rowle had ducked out before she woke up, but she couldn't help the twist of disappointment in her stomach.

Wasn't it wizards who were supposed to fall asleep directly after sex? She mused to herself as she rolled out of bed and stretched her arms over her head. Although, she had to admit an excellent orgasm almost always caused Hermione drowsiness. She dressed quickly, casting a Tempus charm. Merlin, it'd been almost two hours since they left the library.

She hadn't been entirely truthful with Rowle earlier. She definitely would have been thinking about him while wanking. Lately, he was the only person she found herself wanking to. Which she wouldn't admit out loud to anyone, but Rowle was fit. Really fit. She had been truthful about having a thing for Quidditch players. That one was at least easy to admit. Who didn't have a thing for Quidditch players?

Hermione took one last glance around the room, a smirk forming on her lips at the sight of the rumpled bed in the far corner. Just as she was about to leave, she realized she had forgotten her bag. Excellent orgasms are causing forgetfulness, too, apparently, she scoffed silently to herself as she went in search of the missing bag. Not only was all of her school work in it, but literally her life's work was, too.

She spotted it near the sofa situated in front of the massive fireplace, but it wasn't alone. Rowle's bag was there too. She could take it with her and drop it off at the Slytherin common room maybe? Biting her lip in indecision, Hermione picked up her own bag and pulled its strap over her shoulder, she grunted when she realized the featherweight charm had worn off and re-applied it. That would have to be the next one, she decided. Featherweight charms should last longer than a day or two.

It was a Friday night, so if she didn't drop his bag off for him, the earliest possible time she would see him again would be Monday at breakfast. Meals on the weekends were optional for older years and they had extended hours, meaning he could show up for every meal and she still might miss him. She definitely wasn't losing any work time waiting around for him in the Great Hall — even she wasn't that thirsty for Rowle — and previous experience told her that studying in the Great Hall never went well. Too many people there to ask her for help.

Finally making a decision, Hermione bent down and picked up Rowle's bag. She would make a pitstop at the Gryffindor common room for the Marauder's Map, just to make sure Rowle was in the Slytherin common room before heading down.

While the Room of Requirement was on the same level as the Gryffindor common room, they weren't connected by a shared corridor. Instead, Hermione had to go down to the fifth floor to the appropriate corridor and then head back up to the seventh floor. It was tedious, but perhaps the castle was designed this way to give the Room of Requirement more privacy. There was a dusty old lounge and a classroom that looked like it hadn't been used in centuries and that was it for this level.