Return of the Trio
Aberforth Dumbedore had just led Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger to the portrait in the back room of the Hogs Head Inn of his long dead sister, Arianna Dumbledore. He gave her an instruction that was odd to the trio. "Go get him then." She left her portrait and she walked out. Hermione got a fluttery sensation in the pit of her stomach, knowing that she would be returning to Hogwarts, going to see him. The portrait looked different now, there were now two small people seeming to walk down a long tunnel toward them. Arianna was clear but the second person's identity was still a mystery. They established that it was a male. All of a sudden Hermione knew who it was; the familiar broad shoulders, the shaggy dirty blond hair, and his long legs.
The portrait pushed open and out stepped the one and only Neville Longbottom. Hermione let out an uncharacteristic squeal and leapt into his arms; her arms circling around his neck, legs going around his waist, her lips attached to his. He put one arm around her bottom holding most of her weight, and the other tangled in her hair, pulling her closer to his lips. Harry, Ron, and Aberforth all just stood there, mouths agape. Not only had the highly unorthodox, and unimaginable couple, kissed, but they had their heads tilted and tongues tangled together; full on making out. It was when they started making noises did the others begin to protest.
"Ahem," Harry coughed, tapping his foot impatiently. They broke apart and looked sheepishly at the other three people still in the room; though Arianna was smiling broadly at them.
"Um, Nev?" Hermione murmured.
"Hmm?"
"You can let me down now."
"Oh, okay," he said, blushing profusely that he had been caught still holding her. He carefully lowered her petite body to the ground, keeping her body in close contact with his.
"What the bloody hell was that all about?" Ron asked, turning red at the ears.
"I thought you were barmy over that odd little blond girl?" Aberforth commented, scratching the back of his wrinkled old head.
"We were actually a thing back then, Mia and I," Neville said. "Luna was always just a good friend."
"So you're telling me that you two've been shagging all last year?" Harry asked bluntly, scratching the back of his neck, looking perplexed.
"Not the whole time," Neville said bluntly, nuzzling his nose into her bushy hair, as if he could never get enough of it now that he had it back. "I just love being around her, and she did help me a bit with my school work, so this year I've gotten loads better. She got me a Muggle chemistry book, and now Potions is a breeze."
"Well, Mione, what did you get out of all that? If you weren't shagging that is?" Ron asked sarcastically, still in disbelief that she would be with someone like Neville.
"I love to sit and listen to him read," she said simply, leaning into his chest.
"Wow," Ron said, still not wrapping his mind around this.
"Alright, more reunion's later, we have Voldemort's arse to kick!" Harry yelled and sped off down the portrait tunnel, Hermione, Neville, and Ron following quickly behind him.
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The battle was over, Harry had won. Everyone was now in the Great Hall, celebrating, but Hermione saw Neville sneak out, so she decided to follow him. He wearily made his way back to Gryffindor tower. He trudged up the stairs to the 7th year dorm room. He stripped his shirt off and hung it on the door handle. Hermione waited a few moments before quietly entering the room.
"Come on Shay! I don't want guests," Neville groaned from inside the closed hangings of his four poster bed.
"Sorry, I always thought a tie on the door was the sign for no visitors," Hermione said innocently.
"Oh, Mia, it's just you," he sighed. She walked over and pulled the curtains back on his bed. "It's horrible."
"No," she said, knowing me meant the burns on his head and neck. "It's fine."
"I will never be the same."
"None of us will, and I don't think I would want to be the same after all that's happened," she said knowingly, placing a cool hand to his chest.
"I'm just do exhausted," Neville said, leaning into her touch. He was talking about this whole past year, and somehow she understood that.
"Sleep, my love," Hermione soothed. "Go to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."
He nodded and got up to remove his pants, so he could sleep comfortably. Hermione – wearing only jeans and a t-shirt – mimicked his actions. They crawled into bed and she curled into his broad chest, falling sleep.
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They slept for the rest of that day and into the next morning. Neville stretched, but he realized he couldn't because Hermione was still asleep in his arms. "Mmm," she moaned, snuggled even closer to him.
"I could get used to this," he murmured jokingly, pulling her closer. "We never did this before, I mean, spend the whole night together."
"I'm certainly happy we waited though," Hermione said. "I never would have been able to leave after we had."
"I know, I wouldn't have let you leave without me," he said. Hermione looked up and kissed him. He kissed back, languidly. Hermione let her hand roam his chest, down to his stomach, and still further down.
"Mmm," she chuckled, grasping his morning hard-on. "I missed you as well."
Neville chuckled and rolled them over so she was forced to straddle his stomach. She leaned down to kiss him again. This scene was a pleasant reminder as to how things used to be how they could be again. His hands caressed her face before moving to her shoulders, lower back, and under her tight t-shirt. Their kisses deepening, he began to inch the shirt up her back. She broke the kiss and leaned back, pulling the shirt up the rest of the way off. Her pale braless torso met his eyes, but he also saw the bruised, burns, and marks from Bellatrix Lestrange and her other mishaps along their year-long journey. "Mia! What happened?"
"Oh," she said suddenly as she realized all the marks on her body. "It's nothing really." She tried to go back to kissing him.
"No, where did you get these burns?" he pushed her gently away.
"That story about Gringotts is true you know. Harry, Ron, and I broke in to get a horcrux – a piece of Voldemort's soul – and they had a multiplying hex and a burning jinx on all the things in the vault, so when ever we touched anything… well you get the picture," she explained.
"And that cut on your neck," he asked, sitting up and running a finger over the slightly pinkish mark.
"We were kidnapped by snatchers and taken to Malfoy Manor," she said, and felt his grip on her thighs tighten. "I was tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange, and – since I was passed out at the time – Harry said she held a knife to my throat at one point."
He hugged her bare torso to his; realizing that she was frailer feeling than before, but he felt her pain, the torture from a crazy woman. When he had his fill from her hug, he pushed her back lightly, tilting her head back so he could kiss the scar on her neck.
"Ohh," she keened softly. He progressed southward, pressing light kisses to each burn and bruise on her torso; showing her how much she meant to him. Soon their mouths met once more, sweetly, unhurried. He pulled her close, pushing them intimately together. The kiss got more intense, her fingers tugging on his hair, his fingers gripping her hips tightly. When they broke apart, he went to kiss her neck, leaving a mark of his own. "Please," she begged.
"Mmhm," he agreed, flipping them over so he could rid her of her plain gray panties. She followed suit, pushing his black boxers down his long legs. He kicked them off after they reached his knees. He pressed down onto her, and she wrapped her arms around his back. He kissed her again, leaning on his left arm and cupping her breast with his right. She arched her back off the bed as much as she could into his touch. It felt so good to have his hands on her again. He kissed down her throat, all the way to her breast. She let out a loud keen.
"Damn it Shay!" Dean yelled. "You can't keep it in your pants till we're out of the room?"
"I sure as hell ain't feckin' doin' tha'," the Irish boy yelled back.
"You can't stand the sound then get out!" Neville yelled out jokingly, yet still serious at the same time. "My reactive little witch," he whispered to Hermione.
Hermione blushed.
"Neville!?" four voices called out.
"Bugger off, I'm busy," he called out, between kisses. He was raining kisses all over her chest, and stomach, but still moving southward.
"Who the hell do you have in there?" Dean asked. Before Harry or Ron could explain, Neville reached her core and buried his mouth in her.
"Bloody hell!" Hermione shrieked.
"Hot damn!" Seamus and Dean called out. "Granger?"
Hermione groped behind his pillow where he kept his wand stashed and cast a silencing spell and a contraceptive spell. Neville chuckled, sending out vibrations. "Ahh!" she cried out, her fingers clasping at his head, feeling her release bubble quickly from the pit of her stomach. A few more licks and a quick nip had her screaming out his name and clenching around his tongue. She must have blacked out for a bit because the next thing she knew, Neville was looking down on her before he leant down for a kiss. She leaned up to meet him and kissed him hungrily, but was surprised when he hooked a hand under her right leg, pinning it to her chest and thrusting home. At that exact moment, he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with this tongue. He stayed where he was for a few moments, basking in the feeling of being encased in her again. He was broken out of his reverie by a thrust of hips below.
Neville replied by thrusting up into her, making a steady rhythm, slow and steady. When they weren't kissing, they were looking into each others eyes. He watched her eyes reflect her pleasure, seeing them cloud over with desire. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her pulse point, loving the feeling of her blood pumping against his lips. He felt her start to flutter against him. So he sped up his thrusts. It wasn't but a minute later, he felt her walls clamp down on him and that sent him over the edge. He all but collapsed on her, but he rolled off.
Hermione gave a whine but giggled at the same time. "Too damn skinny," he mumbled, face down on the pillows. "Felt like I was gonna break you in half."
"M' not," she said.
"R' too," he argued, rolling onto his side, to face her. "I can count all your bloody ribs, wench."
"Well, we've been through hell and back," Hermione said, rolling onto her side also.
"Tell me," he prompted, pulling her closer.
"Well, we knew after Dumbledore died, we would have to fight, so we got ready to fight. I put a memory charm on my parents and they moved down to Austrailia under new names and we all packed a bag. After the attack on Bill and Fleur's wedding, we left. We've been on the run ever since. Well, we went to the old headquarters for the Order, but they found us. So we went into the woods. Scavenging food when we could."
"That's terrible," he said, kissing the top of her head.
"You already know about the snatcher. Well, they had other captives at the manor – Dean, Ollivander, Luna, and Griphook to goblin. Dobby the house elf was the one who saved us but Bella killed him. We escaped to Shell Cottage, Bill and Fleur's new home. We stayed there for a while, I don't even know how long, all the time is running together."
"It's okay, you're safe now," Neville soothed as she began to shake. "I'll never let anything happen to you."
She broke down. Tears flowing down her face in torrents, all the unshed tears from her journey for the hardship – not for Ron – were just pouring out of her. He held her tight to him, rocking her back and forth. "There you go, let it all out," he murmured, stroking her hair. Hey lay there for quite a while before her tears stopped and she looked up at him. "Thank you," she sniffled.
"It's what I'm here for," he said, putting on his sexy lazy smile. "Come on, lets go get a spot to eat; you've tired me out."
"Alright then," Hermione said, wiping the tears from her eyes. He helped her find her clothes as well as his jeans. They opened the curtains to see the rest of the guys still talking and sitting on Harry and Ron's beds. They all looked up when the curtains opened, Harry and Ron smirking at Hermione and Seamus and Dean just gave Neville two thumbs up each. Hermione blushed and turned to burry her face into Neville's chest.
Neville chuckled and lead her to his chest of drawers to pick out a new shirt. A simple black t-shirt worked just fine for him. They made their way down to the Great Hall, hand-in-hand, drawing odd looks from everyone who was out and about. The house-elves were working in the kitchens extra hard to get food for everyone, so they had a large half-breakfast/half-lunch set up on the Hufflepuff table. Everyone else could sit at the remaining three house tables.
Hermione and Neville loaded their plates with food and went to sit with the Weasley family at the Gryffindor table. They were very triumphant that Voldemort was indeed dead, but also that Percy had returned to the family; now they were whole once more, no one lost, and no one dead. Molly engulfed Hermione in a large hug and scolded her for leaving without giving word. Arthur was next to hug her and whispered words of thanks in hear ear for taking such good care of Harry and Ron for them. She chuckled at this. He shook Neville's hand after Molly relinquished her hold on him, thanking him for a job well done during the battle.