As I was writing my most recent chapter of A Witch's Tale, the idea of this story came to mind. I won't say this is in any way related to A Witch's Tale, but I will say that the dominant Theo Hermione remembers is very much the same dominant Theo from A Witch's Tale.

This story is based off the wonderful work and imagination of JK Rowling. The Harry Potter universe belongs to her.

Co-written with LissaDream

BETA - RaynePhoenix2

She gasped as he grabbed her and bent her forward, ripping her panties with impatience. She let out a squeal before her mouth was suddenly gagged.

"Don't speak, Granger," the blond wizard commanded. "Don't make a sound." Instantly, he was inside her... pounding, claiming, owning, taking. It had been over a week and he was ravenous for her. She felt the gag tighten, pulling her head back, like the reins on a horse, as he thrusted into her from behind. It was desperate and urgent, almost vicious with carnal need. Only one coherent thought came to her mind; heaven.

Four Months Earlier

Hermione was setting the table when Theo entered the apartment. He walked over to her and tapped his lips against her cheek before patting her behind and heading to their bedroom to get changed. Hermione sighed as she watched his retreating form. She loved her husband. He was good to her and she didn't want for anything...except maybe the passion that had once consumed them. Before they had married, their sex life was perfect, and it stayed that way the first couple of years of their marriage. Now, however, two weeks away from their seven-year anniversary, Hermione felt unfulfilled. Every day was predictable. Every sexual encounter was practically scripted – or at least felt that way. First, they would kiss, then he would go down on her until she came. Next, he would roll onto his back where she would go down on him before mounting him, at which time she would ride him to his completion and occasionally, if she was lucky, a second orgasm for herself. Although, when that happened, it was when she closed her eyes and her imagination took her to a far-away place.

The days were always the same. Breakfast at seven-forty-five before she left for work at eight-fifteen, followed by his departure at eight-forty-five. She got home at four-thirty and would be setting the table when he arrived via floo at six. Dinner at six-thirty, television until ten and then to bed. Sex was on Saturday nights and occasionally on Fridays, if they went out and had been drinking. They had fallen into this dreadfully boring existence and Hermione didn't think she could take it anymore.

She was putting linguine with shrimp on the table when he pulled his chair out and took his seat. She sat across from him and they ate in their usual, comfortable silence. Twirling her pasta into the spoon, she watched her wizard and tried to see the same man she adored seven years ago. His dark hair was now cut short, but he still had the same beautiful blue eyes. She felt her heart melt a little when he looked up at her and caught her staring. He flashed her the adorable grin that always made her heart race. She could feel the pink tinge spread across her cheeks as her thoughts wandered.

"What?" he asked, still grinning.

Hermione shrugged it off as she looked back at her plate and forked a shrimp. "Oh nothing. Just reminiscing with thoughts of us when we first started dating." She popped the shrimp into her mouth and offered a small smile as she chewed.

"That was a good time, wasn't it?" he asked with a wide smile. "I was in love with you after only one date."

She swallowed and remembered that time in her life. It was all so bright and promising back then – her career and her personal life. She had fallen for him instantly. She grinned playfully. "It was that fast for me as well. It really took me by surprise." She watched him as he continued eating. "Remember how we couldn't keep our hands off each other?"

He laughed as he wiped his mouth. "It's a wonder we ever left the house."

Hermione decided to drop a hint. "I seem to remember you had a Dominant side to you back then." He didn't respond more than a wagging of his brows before taking another bite of his dinner.

Hermione internally felt deflated. Why had it all changed? He gradually went from being sexually Dominant and insatiable to being a boring, predictable robot in the bedroom. Had she changed? Had she done something wrong? Had he become bored with her? She knew he loved her, but what had brought on the change? Could he be sleeping with someone else?

Before she could stop herself, the words spilled out. "Maybe that Dominant side of you wants to come out and play?"

"Oh, kitten. Do you miss that? I can be that way… if you want me to." He put down his fork and was looking at her curiously, like he was studying her.

She suddenly felt very self-conscious. "Well I mean if you want to. Like I said, I was just reminiscing…just remembering."

He sipped his water and continued watching her. "If that's what you want, kitten, I can do that. I just...I don't know. I guess I lost that desire after I married you. It didn't feel quite right to treat my wife that way. It felt, disrespectful somehow and I guess I lost my taste for it."

Hermione swallowed. Oh! That explained it. She had to think about that. "I guess I never really felt like you were disrespecting me because it was pretend. It's not like you were really punishing me or hurting me." She shrugged. "Forget I mentioned it. Like I said, I was just remembering." She started eating again but could feel his eyes on her. She was feeling uncomfortable and foolish for bringing it up and hoped he would just drop it. Better yet, maybe he would forget she had even mentioned it. He had outgrown it and she needed to put such foolish notions out of her mind. Her internal chastisement was silenced by the soft and deliberate words spoken from across the table.

"Mrs. Nott. Put down your fork and look at me."

Hermione felt her heart race at the sound of her long-lost Dominant. She did as she was told and looked up at him tentatively; her stomach doing flips for the first time in years. His expression was what she remembered; sexy and commanding with piercing blue eyes that demanded her compliance. Excitement was racing through her. This was it! Finally, the routine would be broken and their sex life would be exciting again!

Suddenly, his face broke into a grin and then he couldn't stop laughing. She smiled at him as she felt her insides deflate more than just a little bit. "Sorry kitten. I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh, but it just seems so silly me treating you like that. You don't really want that...do you?"

"No, no... of course not! We were young and silly back then." She forced her smile to appear genuine and tried desperately to look as amused as he was.

Theo beamed at her. "I love you so much, kitten, and I think this is the best linguine with shrimp you've ever made!" He started eating again and the conversation came to a stop.

Hermione had lost her appetite and smiled softly at him as she watched him eat. She felt ill. Everything had changed so much over the years. He used to be so attentive to her. He used to insist she finish her dinner and worry that she didn't get enough rest. He kept tabs on her daily habits and insisted on healthy choices. Most of all, he couldn't keep his hands off her and she loved that he wanted to Dominate her sexually. She had felt like she was the center of his world! But now? Now she just felt like she was his companion to eat with, watch TV with, and share the weekly orgasm.

After swallowing his last bite, he helped her clear the table and load the Muggle dishwasher. Then he headed into the living room and turned on the TV to watch one of the many shows that he now loved. Hermione wished she had never introduced him to Muggle television. The Muggle lifestyle had invaded the wizarding world and that wasn't necessarily a good thing. As the years had passed, Hermione was surprised she found herself siding with purebloods about some of the influences from the rest of the world.

"I'm going to take my shower," she announced, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice. He nodded and smiled at her in acknowledgment as she headed to the bathroom. She turned on the water and stepped under the warm jets, letting the tears fall down her cheeks. After a moment, she wiped them away and scolded herself. She had no business crying about this. Theo was a wonderful husband and she lived a good life. She had a husband who loved her, and they had a nice home. They had dear friends whom they both loved. She was being beyond childish crying because her husband didn't want to be Dominant in the bedroom. She felt pathetic. She scrubbed her skin and washed her hair and forced herself to put Dominant Theo out of her mind and to acknowledge she had nothing to be upset about.

When she came out of the shower, Hermione was stunned to find Theo standing in the bathroom. He looked at her adoringly as she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself. "You know I love you more than anything in this world, right?"

She smiled up at him. "And I love you the same, Theo. You are my world."

He gently pulled her to him and kissed her while sliding the towel off her. Hermione was shocked. It was Tuesday! He picked her up and carried her bridal style into the bedroom where he laid her on her back before kissing down her body, bringing her to orgasm orally. He then rolled onto his back where she went down on him before mounting him and riding him to his completion.