Disclaimer: all the characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I' don't own them and never will. Damn shame , though.

Theodore Nott was different, or so Hermione thought. Wasn't he the studious one in his house? Unlike Zabini whose self-confidence bordered on arrogance, he radiated a quiet air of self-assurance. He even dressed differently to the typical slytherin. Malfoy wore crisp, tailored dress robes – certainly not regulation uniform and more akin to Hugo Boss suits. IN stark contrast, Nott'sshirt was barely tucked, sleeves rolled up to the elbow carelessly creased though his trousers were pressed, immaculate, expensive and typically slytherin.

His peers like Greengrass and Parkinson, always seemed to affect an air of boredom, but his eyes held a gaze with an absolute focus. That gaze was piercing, intense and intelligent. It could teach Crabbe and Goyle a thing or two. It was a gaze that most people avoided. Even Snape did not dare challenge him openly, choosing to slate the Nott family name when Theodore had left the room.

The lone wolf outside the viciously maintained pack structure, he presented an open threat to all slytherin males. An alpha –in-waiting. Yet he was untouchable. Sadly so - Hermione thought, sucking the end of her quill before resuming her Herbology essay.

The subject of her thoughts sat in the row in front, his muscled V shaped torso stretching his shirt. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lavender nudge her partner Parvati, and whisper, "Hot or what?"

"Seriously, how can anyone work in this classroom?" Parvati tucked a dark lock behind her ear that had fallen onto flushed cheeks.

"Doesn't he know it? I bet he's doing this on purpose. That shirt is see- through."

"His back is such a turn-on."

They giggled.

Hermione's current work partner, Ron Weasley, straightened up at that point and shot a hopeful glance backwards at the two girls. Hermione bit the end of her quill hard to stop herself laughing out loud. Harry looked ready to fall out his seat, sniggering openly at his best friend.

Ron however, misunderstood completely. "What?" He asked them. "I can't help it."