Note: I do not own 'Harry Potter'...only my own character...Enjoy...It does get a bit descriptive near the end but that's the worse of it (or best of it depending on what you like)...

How did life get to be as shitty as this? Tessa looked around her empty flat and decided that she was tired of being alone and not really doing anything. Energized with a new focus, she hopped into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Most guys preferred it when she left her hair slightly wavy and the way her blue eyes popped when outlined in kohl. Now it was just about clothes.

Tessa stood in front of the wardrobe for nearly 10 minutes before she said bloody hell and reached for the slinky emerald green dress. She still could not remember why she bought the thing especially when she didn't normally wear clothes that tight or revealing. Part of her was shocked that a woman couldn't wear a bra underneath the dress while the other part of her was thrilled at the idea of being someone else. She chose a black thong and slid it on under the dress.

I am not going to be Tessa, the girl next door that no guy wants to date, but be Tessa, the young carefree woman who will live spontaneously once in her lifetime, she thought, slipping on a pair of black heels and grabbing her little black purse for her keys, ID, some money, and lipstick.

She walked out of her building and quickly hailed a taxi. She didn't care where she went as long as there was liquor and dancing. Luckily the driver (who had the cutest dimple on his cheek) knew of a place. After making small talk on the way to the club, Tessa couldn't believe how free the flirty words were coming. This was a whole new side of her and it surprised her. As the taxi pulled up outside, in front of the semi-long line, she pulled out a twenty pound note and wrote her mobile number on it.

"Lose it and you'll regret it," Tessa said, handing over the cash.

She got out and walked with determination to the bouncer. He looked her over and she gave him the best 'come hither' eyes she could master. He removed the red rope and waved the woman through. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek before walking inside.

The music coursed through her body. This was so much better than staying in and fiddling on her computer again for the hundredth night in a row. Tessa gazed at the crowd and spotted a few guys she felt drawn to but first a drink. She headed over to the bar and caught the bartender's attention.

"Shot of tequila and a vodka with coke."

"Make that two," a husky voice spoke from beside her.

Tessa glanced at him and then turned her entire focus on him. The dark jeans hugged his legs and, she assumed his arse because she couldn't see it from there. The white shirt underneath the dark blue button up spoke an air of casualness but some sexiness.

"Think you can keep up?" she breathed.

"Only if you want me to try. I'm Seamus."

His Irish accent was making her weak in the knees. Even though Tessa has heard Irish and Scottish accents all her life, any accent made her hot. His hair was cut close but it allowed you to see his eyes. He didn't have the eyes of an ordinary twenty-something. They seemed carefree but there was something hidden underneath.

"Tessa. What brings you here?" she asked as the bartender set their drinks on the bar in front of them.

"I was coming to the bar to get a drink and when I saw you, I wanted to join you. Attractive women tend to catch my attention."

She brushed her honey colored hair out of her face and grabbed for the salt shaker. Seamus watched as Tessa licked the spot between her forefinger and thumb. She sprinkled some salt and offered it to him. He just stared at her. She shook her head and grabbed his hand. Her tongue ran across the same spot on his hand and she coated it with salt. She grabbed the lemon wedge and the shot glass.

"Bottoms up, Seamus."

Tessa licked the salt, downed the shot, and bit into the lemon. Some juice dribbled from the corner of her mouth so her tongue darted out to catch it. The guy still hadn't moved so she grabbed his lemon and shot. She held them up to him but got no response. Tessa shrugged her shoulders before cleaning his hand of salt. When the second shot was finished burning down her throat she noticed a few other guys had joined them.

"Hello. Are you friends of Seamus' because if you are, maybe you can snap him out of the fog that he's in."

"That was bloody hot!" the one with ginger hair exclaimed.

"Ron, what would Hermione say if she heard you?" a tall guy wearing a dark leather jacket said.

"I don't care. She just licked something from Seamus' hand before drinking."

"Have you never had tequila before? That's typically how it is drunk. Salt, tequila then lemon. Would you like to try?"

Ron held out his hand to Tessa and she chuckled as she got him ready to do a tequila shot. The other 3 guys watched as he fumbled.

"Lick the salt, ok then drink the liquor in one mouthful, and then bite into the lemon."

He did as Tessa described but sputtered as the liquor hit his tongue.

"That's almost as bad as firewhiskey."

She hadn't heard of that type of liquor but the looks that the other guys were giving him, she knew not to ask what it was. Seamus was finally coming around and tried to drink the entire glass of vodka and coke. He began to cough and the tall dark guy slapped him on the back.

"Don't mind, Ron. He's a bit eccentric. I'm Dean. This is Harry and Neville."

"Tessa. I asked Seamus but he was a bit confused. What brings a group of delicious guys to a club like this?" she asked, sipping on my drink.

"Delicious?"

"It's a bit forward of me to say but yes, all of you are totally edible."

All of them were shocked except Harry, the guy with black hair and glasses. He smirked and looked at all of his friends, especially the other tall brunette.

"You can take your pick, Tessa, out of the others. We're actually here celebrating my stag party. There should be another handful of guys showing up. Most are Ron's older brothers. Word of caution though. Watch out for Fred and George."

Tessa checked them all out but it was the brunette, Neville, who seemed to speak to her. She gazed into his blue-green eyes and held his stare.

"You will protect me, right, Neville? If this Fred and George are as bad as Harry leads me to believe, I will need a strong man to be my knight."

He was silent and unmoving. Tessa could see the thinking process in his eyes and knew he was thinking what being her knight would mean. She stepped closer to him and grabbed his hand. The others stared as the woman in the tight green dress pressed her body into his.

"You wouldn't want anything to happen to me, would you? If you were my knight, I could reward you with anything you may desire."

"My lady," he replied, as he bent his head to kiss her hand.

For the night, Tessa kept busy with talking to Neville, talking to him about life, joking about her name, but also adding in some innuendo into the conversation. Anyone could see that he had picked up on it when he kept shifting in his seat. When the aforementioned Fred and George showed up, Neville stood in front of her and nearly growled at them to leave her be. The two redheads, even though they were taller than him, felt something and after a quick hello left them alone. His friends knew what he was capable of.

She didn't know how much she drank but wasn't feeling too intoxicated. Tessa was feeling a bit sleepy but the gorgeous plants that Neville was talking about were keeping her awake and focused on his voice.

"Mate, I think you should take Tessa home," Harry said, coming up to the table they were sitting at.

She had curled up against Neville using his shoulder as a pillow. She looked up at him while he looked down and if they weren't seated at a club, she would have straddled his lap and rewarded him properly.

"Let's go, Tessa. We'll take a car to your place and I'll make sure you're home safely."

"You don't have to," she offered.

"But I am your knight. I can't let my lady get hurt or lost. Congratulations, Harry, and I'll see you tomorrow for the wedding."

"Congratulations from me too, Harry. That Ginny is one special girl to be marrying someone like you."

Neville wrapped an arm around her and they walked out of the club. She waved down a taxi and they climbed into the back. After giving the driver her address, Tessa sat back and watched Neville. Her knight took her hand and held it until the taxi pulled up to Tessa's building. Neville had money handed to the driver even before she had her purse open.

"Thank you for the wonderful night, Neville. I would like to see you again if you would be fine with it."

"I wouldn't be a knight if I didn't escort the fair lady to her door."

She wanted Neville but didn't know what he thought of staying over but his statement spoke clearly of what he wanted. When they reached the door, she wasn't about to let him leave. Tessa grabbed at the jacket and pulled him to her. She kissed him lightly and sensuously. It was Neville who ran his tongue against her lips and deepened the kiss. She fumbled with the lock behind her and pulled him into the flat. Still joined at the lips, she walked them down the hall to her room.

"Would the knight like his reward now?" Tessa asked biting the side of her lip.

"My Lady."

She kicked off the heels and backed Neville up against the bed. The jacket came off and small hands started undoing the buttons on his shirt. Once opened she didn't remove it but ran her hands down his chest and his stomach. Tessa stepped closer and stood in between his legs. She leaned down and kissed him before leaving kisses along his neck, earlobe, and the crook between his neck and shoulder.

As she slid the shirt off his shoulders, Tessa laid little kisses on his chest, arms, wrists, and hands. She trailed her tongue down the little path from his belly button to the top of his pants after pushing him down onto the bed. She popped the buttons on his pants and tugged at the zipper. Tessa knelt on the floor to take off his shoes, socks, and finally the pants.

She could see the bulge in his boxers and she wanted to see, feel, taste what was underneath. Tessa stood and moved to straddle his waist. She reached around and undid the zipper on the green dress. Rather than pulling it down, she shimmied it up her body and pulled it off. Neville's hands came up and cupped her breasts as her arms stretched high. His hands fit perfectly and his fingers knew exactly what to do with her nipples.

"Oh, Neville," she moaned.

Tessa rubbed against him as he played with her breasts. She shifted down a bit until she was right over his boxers. He sat up and his mouth replaced his hands. She moaned and rubbed against him but knew not to do much or else he would climax before they had a chance to do anything else.

"Tessa, please," he moaned.

She looked at him and smiled before leaning in and kissing him deeply.

"Do what you want with your reward."

With that, he had them in opposite positions on the bed in a flash. His boxers were soon discarded and her thong went with them. His hand traveled from her breast, down her stomach, to her hips. He guided one leg up and around his waist before his hand disappeared between her legs. His fingers were like ghosts against the skin, causing Tessa to shiver and moan. Neville brought one of his fingers to his lips and licked off the wetness.

"Sweet nectar."

She pressed herself deeper into his erection telling him exactly what she wanted. He didn't wait long before he thrusted into her. It had Tessa arching her back and moaning as he filled her. She wanted more of him so she wrapped both legs around his waist to allow him to go deeper. She tightened her muscles around him and heard his groan of approval.

"More, Neville. Harder."

He complied with Tessa's request and pumped harder and faster into her. Her hands went to his back and she lightly ran her fingernails down his back as he brought her closer to the peak of pleasure. He hissed at the scratches but it only sped him up. Soon the bed was bumping into the wall and Tessa was glad that her flat is surrounded by outer walls.

"Oh, Tessa."

"Sweet Jesus Christ, Neville. Cum for me," she moaned.

Neville thrusted faster and reached down to pleasure her. She squeezed around him as she felt him tighten. Tessa wanted him to have one of the best climaxes as he could ever experience. He groaned as he came and brought her to the edge, her moan mixing with his.

He kissed Tessa deeply before rolling onto his back. She felt exhilarated and awake but could see the sleepiness in Neville's eyes. She pulled the blanket around them and told him to sleep. Maybe they would have another go before he had to leave for the wedding.