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Neville was really nervous. He'd never touched a girl like this before. It had all started a few weeks ago, when she looked at him from across the courtyard. It was at that moment, with her beautiful face reflected in the lake, that he just knew he couldn't resist her anymore. It was too difficult.
And now here they were, in the Room of Requirement, wrapped in a passionate embrace, their sweaty bodies pressed against one another in a way that Neville had never known was possible. They were making out passionately, and the Room seemed to realize the urgency of their passion and desire. It was quickly dimming the lights and a velvet-strewn bed appeared in the corner of the room.
Neville was lucky it was Luna he had felt attracted to—he doubted any other girl would have jumped so suddenly into the fray, but he wasn't completely sure that Luna knew what was going on. Nevertheless, she went willingly with him as he pulled her onto the bed and began to remove her blue-and-silver striped Ravenclaw tie. As soon as Luna realized what was happening, she grabbed her shirt at the collar and tore it in two, the buttons ricocheting off the walls of the magical room. Each button turned into a rose petal as it hit the floor.
"This is so romantic," she sighed, breathing in Neville's scent of pure, unadultered manliness. That was the name of the cologne he wore. "But I really hope that the Blibbering Humdingers don't show up—they're notorious for ruining sexual intercourse."
At that sentence, Neville could not contain himself anymore. He tore off his pants to reveal a giant boner. "It looks like the horn of a Crumple-horned Snorcack," Luna observed with a curious air, before she took it in her hand and began to stroke it. Neville pressed his lips against her with pure passion and desire. His tongue caressed the inside of her mouth as her eyes scanned the room, searching for Wrackspurts.
Then he pulled away. "Are you sure you want to do this, Luna?" he said seductively. "Because you remember what happened to Justin Finch-Fletchley and Susan Bones when they tried this…"
"Yes, but they aren't very smart. They tried doing it in the middle of the Astronomy tower overlooking the Quidditch pitch during a game. The snitch flew up to the tower and of course, everyone just happened to look their way. We're safe here. I'm sure the room locked the door. Just make sure to use protection!"
"Of course," Neville breathed heavily, "What's that spell again? McGonagall wouldn't tell me twice; she insisted I'd never need to know."
"Well that's not very nice," said Luna. "It's Contraceptivus!"
"Thanks!" said Neville sensually. "I'll do that now. Contraceptivus!" he said, pointing his wand at his quivering member. A silver mist shot from his wand (no, not that one you pervs) as he said it, cloaking his giant penis. Then, a silver mist did shoot from that "wand" as he shoved it into Luna.
"Oh!" Luna screamed, "Oh I think I'm orgasming!"
"That's good," said Neville. "Do you think I am?"
"I don't see any reason not to think so," she said. "This sexual intercourse is going quite swimmingly. I do hope that this protection worked."
"Contraceptivus always works!" said Neville. "It's foolproof! Why do you think we use a spell instead of condoms? Because they're more likely to cause accidents."
"What a stimulating realization," she answered. Then she kissed him deeply one more time and got up from the bed. "We should do this again one day. I think it drove all the wrackspurts out of my head. I haven't thought this clearly since… well, ever!"
"Yes," said Neville, "Thank you for a very nice time. I quite enjoyed myself. I guess I'll… see you around?"
"Yes. At the next D.A. meeting, on Wednesday. Well, bye then!" she said, and she pranced out of the room after magicking some clothes on. Neville couldn't remember the spell to summon clothes, so he had to leave the room with no pants on. But no one suspected what he had been doing—no one expected Neville to get laid, except by Trevor.
TO BE CONTINUED