Just a little one-shot to get me pumped for writing my English research paper. -- Blegh!
Romilda had a secret obsession, an obsession she was quite unwilling to admit to anyone, even to herself for a good time. Harry Potter, or the Boy-Who-Rejected-Her, as she'd come to know him, had just turned out to be another stupid boy. There seemed to be a lot of those in Hogwarts, come to think of it, but after a year of searching and yearning for various boys, she'd finally found him.
At the start of a new year they'd met on the train; a tall, lean, devilishly handsome young man and a power-driven, devious, and not to mention, quite developed, young woman (as she'd come to learn from seeing her peers in the showers). It was mid-way through the trip, and most of the students were still in their regular attire. The trolley witch was passing and Romilda had just stepped from her compartment to buy something when she saw him approaching. Thinking quickly, she stepped between the trolley and the wall, virtually blocking his way unless he passed very close to her.
Neville was hesitant to pass, seeing the girl he recognized as Harry Potter's stalker from the previous year standing between him and the nearest lavatory. Romilda smiled flirtatiously up at him and he grinned sheepishly back, a cute yet sexy smile, Romilda decided. As the trolley witch became distracted with customers Romilda beckoned seductively for him to step through the small passageway.
Letting the grin drop from his face, Neville felt his face turn pink as Romilda pressed up against the wall and smiled at him with a cocked eyebrow. He swallowed his natural lust-at-first-sight notions and took a step toward the trolley. Romilda nodded encouragingly and said quietly, "Don't worry, I won't bite," adding in her mind, 'Unless you want me to…'
Neville sucked in his now-lean stomach (he'd taken to boycotting his grandma's horrifying creations and had bought a vegetarian cookbook over the summer) and proceeded to take a step past her so that he was essentially straddling this girl he'd never met before. He breathed in nervously and Romilda leaned a bit closer to inhale his delicious scent. Neville heard his conscience yelling, "Too close! She's a bit too close! Oh, god! Neville, her shirt's a bit low-cut, don't look! DON'T-" But Neville had a funny way of interpreting this kind of information. His very unintentional glance to look down at her became a very embarrassing peak down her tank-top. Before Romilda could tell what was happening, though, Neville had broken away from the amorous atmosphere and dashed to the lavatory.
They'd had chance meetings other times as well: in the corridors at school, in the common room, and in the Great Hall. Of course, most of these "incidents" were planned by Romilda after she'd introduced herself to him September 2nd and had been trying to get him to notice her day after day. By the time October came Romilda was just about bursting to be with him, and Neville was still his oblivious, old self. After countless failures and lots of wasted sex appeal, Romilda finally came up with a decent plan.
Neville never saw it coming; whilst buried in essays and homework, it was hard to make any moves toward people he found attractive, and he was pretty sure that Romilda was just a fluke. Of course, he'd always found it odd that he often found her appearing next to him in hallways miles from where she was supposed to be. Romilda could never be interested in him, though. As everyone knew, Neville was the clumsiest, lamest boy in existence, and a summer of dieting couldn't change that much… could it?
Halloween was approaching and Romilda had finished forming the plan, and yet was stumped by the execution of it. It was a very simple, three-step agenda that could begin immediately, if only she knew how…
Get him alone
Put on the charm
Shag him senseless
Romilda was pretty prepared in terms of steps two and three, it was step one that was bothering her. There were plenty of empty classrooms, so location wasn't it, it was how to lure him there without being TOO forthright and scaring him (the original plan involved drugging him and dragging him to a room with no visible escape… needless to say, it was discarded).
After lots of deep thought and some consulting with her friends (they knew more about sex and relationships than anyone), Romilda had a solution to step one. They shared no classes, which meant the only time to make sure there was enough time to be alone and work out the sex part of her plan was lunch and after classes.
On Halloween day Romilda took the liberty of stealing Neville's infamous toad, Trevor, and leaving a ransom note with a single request on Neville's bed for him. It looked very suspicious to have him meet her outside of the Great Hall's doors, so Romilda chose a familiar broom closet by the Marble Staircase to wait in. She watched through a crack in the door as waves of students passed on the way to lunch. The note had said to wait until the hallway was clear, so Romilda waited patiently as it cleared. After ten minutes she heard slow, even steps on the marble staircase…
'Oh dear God, oh no, oohhh no!' Neville's mind repeated itself like a broken record. How could he have been so clueless? He'd been convinced that returning to school being taller, less shy, and with better hair would solve all of his problems. Apparently, it didn't work that way, though. Neville blamed his sudden loss of a toad on his new confidence; convinced that his standing out led women to come onto him. This was probably the doing of a fellow Gryffindor, tired of Neville's new attitude and appearance (for which, Neville could hardly blame the toad-napper).
The ransom note detailing the toad-napping of Trevor went something like this, "Meet me in the broom closet outside of the Great Hall just before lunchtime. Come alone and when the area is clear or Trevor gets it. I have just one request," which made Neville wonder as to what this request could be, but he was more concerned for Trevor's well-being. Trevor had been a gift from his parents when he was a baby, and his grandma's only request was that Neville keep Trevor safe. Neville hoped that nothing had happened yet.
He slowed as he reached the top of the marble staircase. Neville knew that he'd do just about anything to get Trevor back, and he had to keep his heart from beating wildly. He descended slowly down the stairs and the breath caught in two throats in the main foyer that afternoon…