Hermione sighed loudly in frustration. How one of her best (and favorite, although she would never admit that to anyone) students had turned into one of her worst was beyond her. She tried detention after detention, extra work, and threats of being dropped from the class.

Nothing worked.

And here she was, handing him back yet another homework assignment that received a Troll.

"Mr. Nott."

"Yes, Professor Granger?"

"See me after class," she said as she handed him his assignment. She noticed he looked appropriately chastised at her words, but she missed the sly smirk that appeared on his face the moment she turned her back.

After class was over, she motioned for him to approach her desk.

"What is going on with you, Mr. Nott? None of your other professors report you having difficulty in their classes. You are in danger of slipping out of the top ten if you keep this up. I'm afraid I'm going to have to contact your father."

"What? Please, Professor Granger, don't do that."

"I'm sorry, I have no choice at this point."

He nodded morosely and left the classroom after she dismissed him, missing the celebratory dance he did outside her classroom door.


The knock on her door interrupted her grading. Calling for the knocker to come in, she quickly tidied the pile of papers on her desk.

"Mr. Nott, I'm glad you could make it."

"Of course, Professor Granger. Your letter did say it was important. Has Arran been a problem?"

"I'll be honest with you. Your son has consistently been one of my best students up until a few months ago. He started acting up in class, has spent more time in detention than anything, and the work he has been turning in is just atrocious," she told him as she handed over copies of Arran's work. She watched as he looked it over, his eyebrow raising at some of the more awful papers.

"I don't understand this. I know for a fact that he knows the correct definitions for almost all of these Runes."

"He does. He's very bright, Mr. Nott, and usually quite the pleasure to have in class. Forgive me if I'm prying, but is everything okay at home?"

"Fine, business as usual. Although, he was asking me some odd questions over the summer. Wanted to know if I was lonely, telling me he would be okay if I wanted to date. He even told me he knew the perfect…" he trailed off, his face turning thoughtful.

"Mr. Nott?"

"I believe I know what is happening here. We are being set up."

"We're… what?"

"My son has apparently decided I need to start dating and more specifically, that I need to start dating you."

"Are you serious?"

"Quite."

"But that's so… so…"

"Slytherin?"

"I was going to say ridiculous, but that works as well."

"Ridiculous? I rather think it's a great idea. I don't know how he found out, but I did have quite the crush on you in school."

"You did? Why didn't you ever say anything?"

He laughed.

"You wouldn't have given me the time of day."

"You don't know that! I always admired your intelligence."

She could tell that her statement threw him off a bit.

"I wasn't aware you even knew who I was."

"Of course I did."

"So, what do you say? Do you want to put my son out of his misery and meet me for drinks on your next free night? These bad grades must be killing him."

"I think I would enjoy that."

As the two adults in the classroom made plans, a sixth year student stood outside the door, eavesdropping by way of an amplifying spell.

Mission accomplished.


Written for: The OTP Prompt Competition.
Pairing: Hermione/Theo
Prompt: [AU] Single Parent! AU