"I've got you Longbottom. You and your little friend, who are you again?" Pansy poked the second-year Gryffindor in the chest with a red fingernail.
"Timothy." The young boy was shaking violently as he stared at the floor. Neville had just found the boy painting a large lightning bolt on the floor of the Entrance Hall. Neville and Timothy were about to scarper back to their common room, Neville holding back on telling the younger boy off until they were safely behind the Fat Lady's portrait, when Pansy came up from the dungeons.
"Timothy, what?"
"Timothy Williams, Miss Parkinson. Muggle-born."
Pansy trailed her fingernail on Timothy's chest, up his neck until she reached his ear. She pinched the boy's earlobe visciously, Timothy tried to jerk away but Pansy held on tightly. Neville started toward the girl to make her stop but she pulled her wand, aiming just above his heart.
"Now, now, Longbottom. Wouldn't want to do anything rash and bring the Carrows." Pansy let go of Timothy's ear switching so she could pinch his cheek like an over attentive aunt. "Wouldn't Alecto just love to take this little muggle and give him detention? I thought you were trying to protect these sweet little mudbloods from harm? Yet you encourage them to disobey their betters. And when you disobey, you get punished. Isn't that right, Timmy?" Pansy forced Timothy to nod by pulling on his cheek.
Neville's darted around the room like the answer, a way out, would be scribbled on the walls. "Pansy, he's just a kid, let him go and...and you can turn me over to the Carrows. You'll be a hero, they've been looking to nail me for weeks."
"You better not try to dodge me Longbottom." Pansy lit up like a hungry cat who had just spotted a bird with a broken wing.
"I swear, just let Timothy go."
"Deal. Scram Timmy, don't let me catch you steping out of line in the future. This opportunity won't come again." Pansy slapped Timothy, reddening his cheek further.
Timothy looked to Neville for confirmation before running for the main staircase.
Pansy waited for Timothy's steps to fade in the distance before speaking, "So what's he? The ninth, tenth? You just keep putting yourself in my hands. All in the name of protecting these kids."
"It doesn't bother me..." Neville closed the distance to Pansy, snaking a hand around her waist. "Being in your hands." Leaning down for a kiss.
Pansy twirled away before his lips took what he wanted. "Uh uh, Longbottom, someone's got to clean up Timmy's mess. Is this the same kind of paint you've used before?"
"Yes, it can't be magicked away, only scrubbed."
"Then you should start, don't want the Carrows making their way down here, seeing you out of bed." Pansy conjured a bucket and filled it with water from her wand. Neville tranfigured the paint brush Timothy left behind into a scrub brush. "I'm the one posted in the Main Entrance tonight but, you never know when the Carrows will start wondering. On your knees and scrub."
Neville looked at the pug-nosed, bossy Slytherin for a second, then he pulled his sweater vest off over his head, tossing it to her. Rolling up his sleeves, Neville watched as Pansy tipped the bucket of water over with the toe of her shoe. The water flooded over the lightning bolt as she held the sweater to her face, breathing in his scent; a mixture like begonias and lemon with an undercurrent of man. Neville went down on his hands and knees, beginning to scrub from the lowest point up.
Looking down at Neville, Pansy ogled the strong muscles of his shoulders as they moved under his school shirt, her breathing coming faster through the wool over her nose. She dropped down a few inches from the top of the lightning bolt, resting back on her legs. As Neville continued working, he looked up occasionally, toying with the girl by sucking his bottom lip into his mouth biting his flesh like he had done to her on other nights, grunting softly so the noise wouldn't carry over the marble.
His little noises cut right through Pansy, she began stroking her inner thighs ratcheting the hem of her skirt higher to grope the soft bits near her core. The lightning bolt was disappearing as Neville drew closer, now when he looked up his eyes got no higher than Pansy's waist, watching as she pinched the extra flesh between her thighs.
His trousers became tighter as Pansy spread her knees, he moved forward again, his head nearly in her lap. Pansy twisted his hair between her fingers, she pointed at her knee, guiding his head down until his lips grazed her skin. Neville licked his lips and kissed a spot a few inches higher as Pansy pointed at a new patch of skin. She laid back, pointing her knees to the sky and sent Neville on a tour of her inner thighs, one point at a time.
His kisses became wetter and rougher the closer Neville came to her junction point. On the last patch of skin before her knickers he nibbled at the flesh, slicking the skin with his tongue. Neville could smell the heat coming off her skin, he groaned as she skipped over her core and sent him back up the other leg. As his lips pressed against her kneecap, Pansy's body started to shake from holding in the moans of pleasure. If she screamed out his name now, she'd call half the school to watch her come in her knickers.
Keeping her knees spread, Pansy propped herself up as she sent Neville to finish his scrubbing. The floor was wetter but symbol free now. Flicking the scrubbrush to the side, it became a paint brush again before it hit the ground, Neville advanced between Pansy's open legs. His hair was messy, his lips swollen from the tour down below.
"Ug, your pants are all wet!" Pansy half-heartedly pushed against hardened body above her.
"You know, I never complain when your pants are wet, shall I check to see how wet?" Neville smirked as he tickled his way to her upturned skirt.
Pansy caught his hand, "No, you shan't!" He knew she was serious as she dug her nails into his hand.
A little surprised by her objection, Neville let the joke drop, "I finished my scrubbing, Miss Parkinson, and I'm putting myself in your hands. Whatever will you do to me?" Neville lowered himself down, watching to see if she would turn away, see if tonight would end early. The kiss began softly, barely touching as heavy breaths tickled their moisture-laden lips. Neville pressed harder, Pansy matching his desire from below. She wrapped her hands behind his neck, feeling him resist her pull made her want him more.
She licked his bottom lip, sucking the flesh into her mouth in a mimic of his earlier flirting, her teeth scraping the tender inards as he moaned with pleasure. She draped her legs around Neville's waist bringing her hips against the bulge in his trousers. The contact made Neville wicker like a stallion, the twitch trailing the entire length of his body.
Pansy rolled her hips again, taking his tongue into her mouth, letting him probe every corner while she massaged his tongue with her own. Neville's large hand picked at the buttons down her front, popping two before Pansy lowered away from him, "Neville, we can't go any further here, we'll be found out."
Neville captured her lips again, covering her body with his. Just as she began to respond to the intensity of his desire, he pulled away, again on hands and knees, his eyes dark with want. His lips ghosted over her cheekbone and down to her ear, whispering, "Then take me somewhere else."