Hermione smiled at Teddy as she stepped around him into his flat. Teddy breathed in as she walked past, smelling her perfume. It was enough to send anyone mad, but here was a besotted young man, inches away from the person of his innermost fantasies.

"So, you needed to see me?" Teddy spoke first, Hermione turned taking in his full appearance. For someone in his own home he looked slightly nervous, she observed, or maybe that was just her own nervousness eradiating from her body.

"I did, yes." She was going to nip this in the bud; she had seen Teddy's little looks at her, how he couldn't touch her or be within feet of her without his hair changing to a deep red, along with his cheeks. "I need you to be completely honest with me."

"Okay…" Teddy agreed, wondering where this conversation was going.

"I need you to tell me… How you feel… About me."

Teddy's struggled to keep his mouth from dropping to the floor. He thought he had been so secretive, never once letting on how he felt. He'd clearly done something wrong. She knew. 'Oh fuck.' He thought as he mulled over how to explain.

"I think you're great. Honestly. I can't imagine life without you." Teddy said slowly, and very truthfully.

Hermione sighed. This was not what she wanted to hear. She wanted him to say the exact opposite. But, she supposed, he couldn't help his feelings.

"Okay, Teddy. I have to tell you now, please don't expect anything." Even though she had her own feelings for Teddy; which as she now knew mirrored his, she couldn't let anything happen. After all, he was so much younger than her. She bit down on her lip, as Teddy opened his mouth to speak.

"Nothing? Ever?" The poor young man looked disgruntled. This was not what he expected. He strode over to where Hermione stood. "Please, Hermione."

"Teddy, it's so wrong!" she persisted, looking up at him.

"But how do you know when you haven't tried it?" he questioned, leaning down to brush his lips over her cheek. She paused. The feel of his soft lips against her skin sent shockwaves through her body. Teddy's cool breath rippled over her flushing cheeks as he spoke again. "C'mon 'Mione. Tell me."

"We just… can't. Teddy, what would people think? What would my children think?"

"Who cares what people think? It's none of their business, is it? As for your children, they'd think you'd moved on with your life after Ron. It was you, after all, who ended the marriage."

Hermione stood in silence, silently fighting with herself. Having Teddy in such a close proximity was driving her insane. She tried to hush her thoughts of pushing Teddy down and jump his bones, but it was hard. It had been so long since someone had wanted her the way Teddy did. As she battled with her inner thoughts, Teddy's mouth had moved to her own, she didn't mean to respond, but she couldn't help it. Blood pounded through her veins as Teddy's kisses grew urgent against her lips. She reached up to tangle her hands in the tufts of his now blue hair, the way she always had wanted to. As their tongues fought for dominance, all Hermione's thoughts of immorality flew out the metaphorical window. Teddy grinded his hips to hers, a hardness pressing against her, in an obvious show of how much he truly wanted her.

"Teddy…" she whispered, pulling away slowly. "…We've got to stop…" Teddy's face dropped instantly, but he agreed and stepped away from Hermione.

"I'm sorry." He said, clearing his throat and running a hand through his now aqua hair. "I got a bit ahead of myself."

"But I didn't stop you…" Hermione murmured mortified that she had reacted in such a way to Teddy's advances. "I think I should go…" She walks towards the door, and opens it. "Bye Teddy..."

He didn't stop her from leaving although he wanted to. Hermione sighed and walked out, closing the door quietly behind her.