Theodore walked into Grendell's, needing a drink after his dinner at Tracey's. It hadn't been a bad date per say. In fact, now he knew he was definitely interested in her. Interested too much. He ordered a beer and walked over to a nearby table to sit down, immediately noticing the familiar witch sitting a few tables down. He debated whether approaching her. He hadn't spoken to her in years, and when they went their separate ways it had been less than civil. Well, no. As far as their last conversation went, it was civil for Pansy and less stand-offish then his normal. They had kissed passionately, then bid their farewell with every intent of hooking up again, but never quite making it happen. With a sigh, Theo got up and walked up behind her. She is definitely a girl I can find some release with, he thought to himself. "Hello, Miss Parkinson."

Pansy looked up from her drink, surprised to find the familiar face of Theodore Nott staring back at her. Theo unnerved her. There were not many people who could be described as 'colder' than she was, but Theo was definitely one of the few. She stabbed the olive in her glass and put it in her mouth, chewing slowly. Gesturing to the chair in front of her, she raised an eyebrow. "Theodore."

Theo took the seat across from her, knowing exactly what he had come for. Pansy looked as sexy as ever. Her dark hair long was falling over her shoulders seductively. He wondered vaguely if she knew what he had come for. "How have you been?" he asked politely, taking a drink of his beer.

So that's how it was going to be? Five years with barely a word, and now he wants to have small talk. Fine. "I'm well, thank you, Theodore. You?" she replied.

He nodded. "That's always good to hear. I wouldn't have a woman with such class and elegance as yourself to be anything else," he said, ignoring her question. "What are you doing here of all places... tonight?" He watched her carefully, trying to read her. She was a hard one to read, kept her feelings behind a mask that never seemed to slip. Even when they were having sex, she never let her true feelings show completely.

She studied him momentarily, having only seen him a handful of times over the past couple of years. She hated to admit it, but he'd grown up nicely. He was no longer the weedy-looking boy she'd shagged out of frustration at Hogwarts. He was tall, his hair was longer, and his face was actually quite nice to look at, now that she thought about it. She wondered briefly if he ever thought about the times they'd shared together.

Her attention snapped back to the present. "You must not get out much, Theo. I'm here a lot. In fact, one of my friends seems to think I need one of those ten step programs."

"I don't get out much," he admitted. "I'm more private these days than most. I'm sure you've realized that, though," he added, unsure why he felt the need to. The way she was looking at him made him wonder what she was thinking even more than he had been before. She was eying him like she was sizing him up. Does she know I approached her for easy sex? he wondered to himself. He paused comfortably, uncertain what to say next.

"Private?" she asked. "Theodore, I think you've taken 'private' to a whole new level, love. You're positively a recluse." The wheels began to spin in Pansy's mind. Five years ago, she'd washed her hands of him, deciding that she didn't need to use him as a crutch, that she was stronger than that. Now, weakened by a few cocktails, sexual frustration built up by Cormac McLaggen, and the memory of having actually flirted with Severus Snape, she thought that maybe a crutch was just what she needed. "What brings you out into the world tonight?"

"I was in need of a drink," he said holding up his beer. "Not to mention civil company. I would have come here sooner if I had known you'd be here." Part of him was fighting his decision to flirt with her, to try to get her into his bed after five years; the bigger part was the one trying to remember how she liked to be flattered, seduced, and when the time came, touched. He honestly couldn't remember why they had stopped seeing each other; he knew he stopped calling on her because he fell for Anna and realized he wanted more than sex in a relationship. But why did she stop coming to me? he wondered. He was weak when it came to Pansy and sex. She knew how to touch him, how to satisfy him, even though she was definitely not relationship material.

She smiled, not the warm smile of a woman being charmed, but the calculating one of a woman who knew what she wanted. "Oh, Theo. Flattery will get you everywhere."

He smiled back and decided to be blunt. "Pardon me for being presumptuous, but would you like to accompany me elsewhere? A little more private perhaps?"

She laughed and took a sip of her drink. "You were never one to dress up a situation, were you? What makes you think that I'd be available to go somewhere more private with you? Do you know anything about me? Perhaps I'm married."

"You aren't married, Pansy. No man would allow a woman like you to go out on her own if they were married to her. You are far too sexy to be trusted among men if you were married. And despite that, you know you want to go somewhere more private with me. It's in your eyes," he lied smoothly, knowing he couldn't tell a damn thing she was thinking from the look in her eyes, but hoping she didn't know that. Women weren't the only ones good at hiding what they are thinking and feeling behind a well-placed mask.

Her heart leapt up into her throat. She hadn't remembered Theo being so perceptive. She leaned across the table and looked into his eyes. "And what is it that you want, Theodore?" she asked in a low, sultry tone. "I know what you used to want, and how you used to want it."

Theodore continued to be calm and collected as the woman flirted with him brazenly. He had to admit that he liked he ego boost. It's been too long since he was last laid if the flirting of Pansy would make him hot. "Perhaps I've changed. Perhaps you need to learn again what I like and how I like it." It was lame line, but it was all that he could muster as he looked at the sexy woman practically jumping him already. He felt his body respond to her mere suggestive comments; he didn't even need to be touched and that had to be a first for him since he was an inexperienced adolescent.

Reaching over he tried to make up for his poor flirting skills and pushed a tendril of hair back behind her ear.

Pansy felt a flutter in her stomach at the touch of his fingers. From Theo? All those near misses with Cormac had obviously taken their toll on her. She gazed at him, thinking that another drink might help, but really not having the patience to wait for it. Oh, hell, she thought. Might as well. "I've always been a quick study, you know," she replied.

Theo smiled. "The sooner we leave the sooner you can start." He didn't wait for her response really, just stood up and held out his hand for hers. "Shall we?"

She upended her glass and took his hand. "Where to?"

He pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear. "How about yours?"

She nodded, detesting the way she responded to his breath on her neck. She pulled him outside the bar and looked up at him inquisitively. "May I?"

Theodore gave a curt nod, and braced himself for the sensation of side-along Apparition.

When they arrived on the steps of the Parkinson Manor, she released him. "It's been awhile since you've been here, eh?" They entered the house and she turned to face him. "And here we are." Oh good Merlin. I'm nervous? she thought. It has been far too long. Musn't let it go this far ever again.

Suddenly Theo felt like he was finally realizing what he was planning to do. He knew his reasons, but did that justify what he was about to do? He watched her for a moment in silence, unmoving. With a sigh, he cupped her chin and titled her face to look up at him. The look in her eyes finally did tell him something, that clearly she wanted him. He lowered his mouth to hers without any more hesitance. Her mouth was already parted, and he took advantage, his tongue sliding in to taste her as his hands moved to entangle in her long dark, soft hair. It's been too long... he thought has he pulled her small body against his. He knew she felt him against her stomach, and didn't try to delude himself to think otherwise.

Pansy couldn't stop the moan that came from deep in her throat. She knew this, remembered this, him, and although it wasn't exactly what she wanted, it was what she needed, and she'd be damned if she wouldn't take what he was offering. She broke the kiss briefly. "Upstairs. Now, "she breathed.

He knew the way. He swept her up and went the two flights up to her bedroom. Placing her gently on the large bed in the middle of the room, he redoubled his assault on her mouth.

He pulled way quickly, running his hands down her body just to enjoy the feminine shape beneath his fingers. As quickly as he could, he began to take off her clothes. With every inch of skin that was exposed, he felt himself growing more and more out of control. It's been too long... he thought again. Her naked form under his body made him smile. She was beautiful and sexy, and most of all, she wanted him.

Pansy begin to pull at his clothes, less gently than he had disrobed her. His clothes flew around the flew as she ripped, tore, and pulled them off his body. When he was finally undressed she pushed him back down on the bed, clearly ready to get to it over with with more eagerness than he did.

She paused, looking at him, taking in the changes in his body that had occurred in the last five years. She exhaled and lay back on the bed, pulling him on top of her. She met his eyes briefly, thankfully not seeing any emotion, just lust. She felt his hands on her breasts, his mouth on her neck, and she closed her eyes, envisioning someone else. Someone with darker hair and a sexy smile.

He moved to situate himself between her legs, not wanting to wait any longer since this was what they both wanted. She looked up at him expectantly, encouraging him. Grabbing the condom off the nightstand, he put it on hurriedly. Then slowly, he thrust inside her, filling her to her hilt. She closed her eyes as he entered her -- something she had never done when they were in school. Five years changes a lot, he thought, his breathing rapid and shallow.

The feeling of her around him seemed to push him bring him closer to the edge. It had been too long and he was craving the feel of a female body. He pulled out and thrust into her, loving the feel of her around him. Knowing foreplay had been nonexistent, he reached between their bodies and found her bundle of nerves, trying to get her to have her satisfaction before he claimed his.

It was going far too quickly and she was prepared to be disappointed until his fingers started working their magic. She couldn't help the moans that escaped her lips and could have almost wept when she felt that blissful build of pressure in her lower belly. She felt a smile grace her face as spasms shot through her body, making her toes curl involuntarily.

He saw the pleasure pulsing through her body before he say the smile on her porcelain face. He quickened his finger's movement, trying to create a quicker climax for her. His body felt about ready to explode, but he had always been one to make sure he had satisfied the woman before he took his own. He wanted to hear her scream, to feel her body beneath his tormented with pleasure he had caused.

The pressure deep with in her built to a crescendo and she moaned loudly as she saw stars behind her closed eyes. She felt him shudder and release, and they both collapsed, Theo falling beside her. She welcomed the feeling of sleep that was always imminent for her after sex, but staved it off momentarily.

"Theo?"

Rather than saying anything, he grunted her way, apparently too exhausted to form a real response.

"We are going to do this again." She closed her eyes and pulled the sheet up. "You can find the way out, can't you?" she asked, yawning sleepily.

Theo stared at the ceiling for a moment, pushing away the immediate feel of guilt that tried to wash over him. "No, Pansy, we aren't," he whispered. But when he turned to look at her, he saw she was already asleep. Sighing heavily, he sat up and began to look for his clothes, but when he found them noticed they were too tattered to wear. With another sigh, he waved his wand and conjured new clothes. He hated using magic wastefully like this, but it wouldn't be helped, he wouldn't leave here naked or in rags.

Leaning down, he kissed Pansy on the forehead without reason, and left.