/:Note:/ This is a bit of a spin-off of my story Magical Repopulation. I've worked on it between chapters whenever I felt like writing something different. It'll follow Neville and Hannah's relationship after their pairing. Though I don't think it's necessary in order to understand this story, I recommend reading at least the first chapter of Magical Repopulation so you can understand the pairing law and its context better. (There's my attempt to direct you over to my other story. Shameless, I know. Hopefully you can find it in your hearts to forgive this grievous offense.) Anyway, hope you enjoy!


Neville sat wide-eyed and open-mouthed, unable to believe what he'd just heard.

"C-could you please...um...repeat that, sir?"

"Absolutely!" the man known as Ran Diyader, whom Neville was meeting with, excitedly answered. "Out of all the eligible males in Hogwarts to aid in the repopulation of the magical world, we've found you do be the second highest ranked candidate! Congradulations!"

Neville couldn't believe what he was hearing. This didn't make any sense! How could he, Neville Longbottom, have achieved such a high ranking? He was always forgetting or losing things! He could barely cast a proper spell! Why would anyone want to use him to repopulate?

"You shouldn't look so surprised," Diyader added a bit more gently. "Your parents were among the most talented of their generation, and they passed some of those talents on to you. You're quite healthy, and you possess both high quality character and morals. You may not think you have talent, but maybe all you need is a bit of confidence!"

As the man began to ramble about legal notices, requirements, quotas, and other boring things, Neville started to ponder what Diyader had said. Was confidence really all he needed? Could that be all that was stopping him? Now that Snape was dead, perhaps things like Potions would be a little bit more manageable. At least now he wouldn't have to worry about the greasy-haired bat glaring over his shoulder as he tried to brew something. Neville wished he'd been there to see the explosion.

"Oh by the way, the girl we've paired you with should already be in your quarters."

"WHAT?"

"Hmmm? Oh yes, your quarters. We've revamped the Hufflepuff Head Student quarters for you and her to stay in. Your things have already been moved there. I've got the key, plus some other interesting little things, in this parcel I have here for you. Couple broom closets, private library, that sort of thing. Plus some stuff you'll be sharing access to with some others, like the paired first ranks."

Neville gingerly took the parcel that Diyader handed to him, wondering what he would do with all these new things. And who were the paired first ranks? Neville had a hunch, but he didn't want embarrass anyone if he was wrong. "No, what did you say about me being paired?"

"Ah, that. You've been paired with the Hufflepuff girl Hannah Abbott. Now, she may be only the fourth rank, but I'm sure that she'll suit your needs quite well. We've been assured that you two will be a good fit for each other. In multiple aspects."

Neville felt his face redden based on what Diyader was implying. They just had to pair him up with someone! He barely even knew Hannah. He'd heard of her, but that was about it. And now he was paired up with her? Expected to help repopulate the magical world with her?

Diyader bid Neville farewell, and Neville walked nervously to where he had been instructed to go. He'd never even been near the Hufflepuff Common Room before, but it sounded like he'd be right near it. Would an inter-House relationship work? Or would it be too weird or competitive. Quidditch cheering would get awkward. At least he wasn't paired with a Slytherin, though. That could get nasty. Things would definitely be different for Neville this year. Right now, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.


The first thing Neville saw when he entered his new quarters was his roommate. She was sitting at a desk facing away from him (one of two identical desks in the room), and her straight, shoulder-length blonde hair rippled as she wrote. "This must be Hannah." Neville thought. He'd heard the name and seen the face before, but he'd never really made the connection. Neville, surprising as it was, wasn't a very social person and didn't personally know many people outside his own House and Year.

As Neville entered, Hannah looked up and smiled. "Hi, I'm Hannah Abbott. I don't think we've really met before. I was just studying for Herbology before you came in."

Neville smiled hesitantly. "Hi. My name's Neville Long….Longbot...bottom...ass." As Neville had begun introducing himself, Hannah had stood up from her seat, revealing the black, tight pants that she was wearing. Growing up as a pureblood with his grandmother, Neville had not seen such a thing before. Needless to say, Hannah's attire had quite the effect on Neville.

"Sorry, what was that?" Hannah turned around to face Neville, and his wondrous view disappeared.

Neville gulped and tried again. "I'm...um...Neville….Neville Longbottom."
"Oh that's right," Hannah exclaimed. "You're the one Professor Sprout talks about. She says you're a natural with Herbology. Think you could help me?" He was also the one that, based on Professor Sprout's compliments, she had been trying to work up the confidence to talk to since the beginning of Fourth Year. Hannah didn't mention that little tidbit to Neville, though.

Neville, meanwhile, thought at first that he'd misheard her. Someone was asking for his help with classwork? That had to be a first. Flabbergasted, Neville shyly nodded and Hannah gestured for him to come closer. She began asking him questions, which Neville answered easily enough. Herbology just came naturally to him, and he could pretty much remember anything Professor Sprout said about the subject. Plants made sense to him. Plus, they didn't laugh at him when he did something stupid.

As Neville helped Hannah, he realized she was pretty knowledgeable herself. Most of her questions were pretty advanced, venturing further than what the book alone explained. Neville felt a sense of pride in himself as he and Hannah talked, discussing finer points of a subject they both seemed fond of.

"Neville?" Hannah asked after about twenty minutes of questions and answers, "is there something wrong with my legs?" Neville immediately turned bright red. He'd been trying to subtly steal glances at her. Apparently his version of subtlety didn't match up with hers.

"Ummm….no...why would you say that?"

"Well, you keep staring at them. It's like you've never seen a girl in leggings before!"

"Oh….uh….is that what they're called?" It came out of Neville's mouth before his brain had a chance to shut it down.

"Seriously? How can you never have heard of these before?"

"I'm a pureblood," Neville sputtered. "Normal witches don't wear stuff like that. It's all really loose-fitting robes! Plus, I live with my grandmother! She's not going to wear stuff like that around!" (Neville instantly regretted saying that, for the extremely disturbing mental image that followed left him wanting to crawl into a fetal position and sob.)

Hannah seemed slightly shaken by his words as well. "Yeah, um, I'm going to do my best to never, ever, in a million years, think about that last thing you just said. Anyway, that's nothing to be ashamed of, Neville! They're just things a lot of girls wear in their own dormitories, since they're super comfy. Muggles wear them all the time. You don't mind if I wear these around our quarters, do you?"

"No!" Neville responded, a bit too quickly and passionately, "That's perfectly fine. Great. Yeah, you do that!" As Neville said this, he accidently stumbled backward a bit. He caught himself, but the damage had been done. His robes had shifted, revealing what he had been desperately trying to hide.

"Well, that's good, because frankly I'd...Oh. Oh my. Wow." Hannah stopped when she noticed what Neville had accidently revealed. She was clearly flustered, and Neville started looking around for a place to run to.

"I guess you, uh, really do like what I'm wearing," Hannah ventured, nervously laughing. "Sweet Morgana he looks big," was all she could think as now she tried to subtly glance at Neville's tent. It wasn't very subtle. "I guess all that talk about trees and plants made your own wood want some attention."

Neville stared at her as if she had just turned into a Mimbulus mimbletonia. "Shit," Hannah thought to herself. "I can't believe I just said that out loud."

"Yeah, I'm just going to go find somewhere to crawl inside of and hide in," Neville replied shakily. This was all getting to be too much.

"There's always me." This time Hannah stopped herself from voicing her thoughts out loud. As Neville turned to leave, she ventured, "Wait, Neville, hold on."

"What?" Neville was getting closer and closer to just bolting. He wasn't sure what to do. The first thing he'd done while with this girl, who was now legally married to him, had been to get a hard-on! Was she mad? Would she just try and ignore him? Why did he always have to mess things up?

"You know, since you've been helping me all this time, maybe it's time I returned the favor." Hannah was slowly walking toward Neville, smiling cheekily.

"What do you mean?"

"Besides, your predicament is mostly my fault. If I hadn't been here, wearing what I am, you wouldn't be so uncomfortable." Now very close to Neville, Hannah loudly spit onto her hand.

"Are you sure? Because, you know, if we-" Neville's nervous reply was cut short as Hannah pressed her lips against his. Before Neville had time to react, she had already pulled away.

"Just shut up and let me help you, Neville," Hannah smiled. Then she stuck her wet hand down Neville's trousers.

Neville's eyes bulged, as did another, harder part of his anatomy. He could feel Hannah's hand, warm and slippery, gently caressing his throbbing member. He couldn't help but let out a low moan, which made Hannah smile even more.

"What say you lose the pants?" Hannah whispered, and Neville happily agreed. He quickly loosened his belt and let his trousers fall to the ground, revealing the monster within. Hannah couldn't help but squeal with delight.

"It's even bigger than I thought!" she exclaimed. Neville swelled with pride, reinforcing her statement. Now free of its boundaries, Neville's personal wood began earnestly poking Hannah, pleading for more. Hannah took a step back, momentarily frightening Neville, before she lowered herself onto her knees and lining her face up with Neville's manhood. Neville couldn't believe that this was really happening.

"I hope you don't mind if this is going a bit fast," Hannah apologized, "but I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

"Nope. Perfectly fine." Neville grunted. It was a little hard to talk eloquently with Hannah's small, slippery hand stroking his dick. It took almost all his concentration to keep his knees from shaking. "We're paired. Supposed to do this."

Hannah smiled. "That's all I needed." With that, she tightened her grip and picked up the pace, causing Neville to moan again in delight. Hannah began rhythmically stroking, occasionally pausing to gently squeeze his balls or reapply saliva to her hand. The feeling of Neville's warm cock, throbbing in her hand, was one of the best things ever.

Neville was in heaven. Hannah was doing an amazing job. An amazing hand job, specifically. It was astounding to Neville how much better it felt when someone else was doing the rubbing.

As the fun continued Neville's vision started to blur and he could barely stand. Knowing he was close, he tried to warn Hannah about the sticky mess she was getting herself into (and getting him off with).

"Hannah...I'm about to...you know"

"What?" Hannah had been too caught up in her hands-on task to clearly hear Neville. However, as she tore her eyes away from his cock, she accidently gave him an especially satisfying tug. That last tug pushed Neville over the edge. With a loud moan, Neville closed his eyes and lost himself to the world, feeling only the immense pleasure and pressure being released from his happy hard-on.

As Neville's senses returned, he let out a deep sigh and turned to look at Hannah. She was grinning from ear to ear. She was also covered in white, sticky cum. There was some on her forehead, her right cheek, and a bit more dangling off her chin. A little more appeared to have been caught in her hair, and there was also a bunch covering the front of her t-shirt.

"Sorry, Hannah," Neville stammered, now feeling quite fatigued. "I tried to warn you. Normally it'd take longer, but I haven't, uh, relieved myself in a while"

"Nope, it's perfectly fine," Hannah remarked happily. "I guess I didn't think there'd be so much of it." As Neville pulled his pants back up and sank slowly into a nearby chair, Hannah stood up.

"I didn't stain your clothes, did I?" Neville was still worried that he'd done something wrong.

The blonde girl shook her head. Walking to her desk, she retrieved her wand and muttered a quick spell. Neville's seed disappeared from her hair and face, leaving no evidence of what had just recently occurred. As for the shirt, though the actual cum was gone, it seemed to still have a few stains on it.

"I didn't care much for this shirt anyway. I guess we'll just have to be more careful next time. Easiest way is just for me to take off anything I don't want covered. That'd be pretty much anything. There are some other methods we can try, too, that don't let it all just spray everywhere. I have a feeling they'll suit both your tastes and mine. Anyway, you look pretty tired. Why don't you just take a nap while I finish studying?"

As Hannah sat down in her desk, quietly and happily humming to herself, Neville could already feel himself nodding off. He hadn't caught or understood everything Hannah had said, but one thing left a smile on his face as he drifted into dream world. Hannah had mentioned something about a next time!


/:Note:/ Well, there you go! Not sure how long I'll make this. Right now I'm think only a few chapters, nothing too big. I just wanted to write something a little different. Since I wrote this between chapters for Magical Repopulation, I'm not sure when I'll get to updating it. Anyway, please let me know what you thought of the story. I was hoping to also use this as a practice run for future (and quite soon) lemons for Harry and Hermione in Magical Repopulation, so let me know how this one was. Practice makes perfect! Anyway, thanks for reading this, and have a great day!