Theo sighed as he walked into his dorm room, the door flinging open and hitting the wall with a loud bang. The door rebounded off the wall and came back at him, smacking him in the face. Swearing loudly, he wrestled with his bag before dropping it on the floor, slamming the door shut behind him.
To say he had had a bad day would be an understatement.
First, the alarm charm he set on his wand had not gone off, causing him to be late to his first class. The rest of the day had gone downhill from there, ending with him completely flubbing his presentation in Advanced Ancient Runes. Not only was it worth 30 percent of his grade, his error earned him the wrath of the one witch whose attention he'd been seeking.
He could only hope that he hadn't completely blown his chances with her as they had gotten progressively closer while they worked together on the presentation. He had been planning on asking her to dinner once their project was completed, but now she was completely pissed off at him. While she had changed some since Hogwarts, nothing (and no one) would come between her and a good grade.
He was pouring himself a glass of firewhiskey when he noticed it. The basket full of clothes that was decidedly not his. Each student had their own, unique basket to make it easier on the elves. This basket, however, was royal purple and silver and had the name of the very witch currently on his mind.
The elves must have mixed up their baskets which meant that she had his basket. He could only hope she didn't set his clothes on fire. As he approached the basket, he noticed something very interesting right on top of her perfectly folded clothes.
A very green, very sexy, very lacy bra.
Wasn't that interesting? He'd be lying if he hadn't often thought about what she wore under her clothes, but his imagination never imagined anything this good. And in his favorite colour as well.
He picked up the basket, left his room, and crossed the hall to Hermione's room. He hesitantly knocked on her door and hoped she didn't set him on fire. The door flung open, revealing a very angry looking witch.
"Oh. It's you."
"Yes, it's me. Can I come in?"
She eyed him warily before moving aside to let him enter. He moved past her, placing the basket on her floor, and sat in a chair next to a table that had multiple things scattered about. He absentmindedly picked one up, twirling it about in his hand as he thought about how he was going to apologize for blowing their presentation.
"Stop touching my magic bone!"
Startled, he dropped in back on the table before it registered in his mind what she said.
"Your magic bone? Shouldn't that be my line?"
"What? What are you talking – oh for Godric's sake, Nott. Really?"
"Sorry. Today hasn't been my best day. Speaking of, I want to apologize for earlier."
"No, I'm the one that should be sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm sure it will be fine. The professor understands we all have our bad days."
"You know, I was going to ask you out once we were done with the project."
"Was?" she asked, arching her eyebrow in a move that looked entirely too much like his best friend for his comfort. "You changed your mind then?"
"Not exactly. I just figured if I did, you'd hex me after what happened in class."
"And if I said I wouldn't hex you?"
"Then maybe I would reconsider."
"Well, in that case, I certainly wouldn't hex you just for asking me a question."
"Oh? Are you free tomorrow night? I'd really like to take you to dinner."
"Yes," she said, a smile blooming on her face.
He smiled back, thinking that perhaps this hadn't been such a bad day after all.
Written for: The OTP Prompt Competition.
Prompt: [object] lacy bra
Written for: The 2016 Monthly Prompt List Challenge
Prompt: [dialogue] Stop touching my magic bone! – Andrew Wells – Buffy the Vampire Slayer