AN: this is a self insert. And may have lots of smut. The main pairing at this time is OC/Hermione/Fleur but it may change. And there will be lots of sex with other girls too. So if this is not for your liking please don't read anymore

I rolled over on my soft bed clutching my blanket as I tried to sleep through the surprising cold I was feeling this morning. My mind was trying to tell me there was something really wrong in this scenario, but I just ignored it and tried to sleep through the cold.

Though that didn't last long. "Good morning young master. It is wakey time." Said an voice that was familiar yet unfamiliar squeaky voice.

'Young Master?' I think as I open my eyes slowly, only to scream in terror of the ugly, disgusting, absolutely horrible face very close to me.

Okay perhaps that was an exaggeration, but that didn't change the fact that the face looked it had third degree burns.

Just as I calmed myself I was hit with a headache, bringing with it a set of memories. The memories of Neville Longbottom.

It also made me realize the fact that I am Neville Longbottom.

"Minsky?" I ask looking at what I now know to be a house elf. I didn't know house elfs were this ugly.

"Yes young master?"

"Don't bring your face so close to me alright?"

"As you wish young master"

After dismissing her, I lay back on the bed to wonder what had happened.

I went back to bed as myself after reading some Harry Potter fanfictions. And the next thing i know, I am here! In Neville Longbottom's body. This is like one of those self insert fanfictions.

'This is so exciting.' A smile split my face as I think of all the sexy women of the Harry Potter world that I get to meet. My smile turned a little perverted. I cant wait to meet Hermione, Ginny and all the other girls. And if I play my cards right, I might even get lucky with them.

Now first order of business, I should find out which year this is. I get up from my bed and look around, I find a calendar and it is showing the month of July of 1994.

So this year is the Triwizard tournament is conducted. I smile excitedly. That means I get to meet the french beauty Fleur Delacour.

As I was fantasizing about her, I suddenly feel something in the space before my bed. I look towards the empty space and the next second Minsky pops in.

"Young master, mistress wants you to come to breakfast quickly after finishing your morning rituals." She says. I feel a another... Something as she pops away.

I silently think about the sensations and come to the conclusion that those sensations must be the magic Minsky used to teleport.

Now that I think about it I can feel a similar sensation but with a different... intent I guess you can say, covering my whole room, and probably the whole manor. This must be the magic of the wards.

But... How can I feel them? I definitely know that none of the character in the book could do it. And no one, not even Dumbledore, was able to predict where someone would apparrate to.

I think over about it all as I brush and then bathe in a big lavish bathroom. The Longbottoms sure were rich if the bath tub made out of gold was any indication. I decided to just shower and relax in the bath tub at a later time.

As I stepped out of the shower, rubbing my towel on my hair to dry them out, I came to a conclusion about why I was able to sense magic.

My theory was that since I had gone through my previous life without any magic, and now suddenly getting a connection to magic made me extra sensitive to it. This might be very useful for me.

I put on some random shirt and pants that I find in the wardrobe and proceed to the dining room using my, or rather Neville's, memories.

On the way I come to a decision on a matter that had be in my head ever since I realized I am in the Harry Potter world. It is the 'should I interfere with the time line?' question all the self inserts face.

My decision was simple, all I cared were the sexy girls, and maybe give some help to the Harry, the poor bastard had lots on going on his plates. Other than that, I am just going to enjoy my life here.

Of course that would involve getting good with magic. Other witch and wizard may think of magic like a small handy tool.

But for me, it is the ultimate tool. A tool that can bend the laws of physics. I will have to be a fool not to take this opportunity.

As I was musing, my legs have already taken me to the dining room. And I can see Neville's, or from now on, my grandmother, Agusta Longbottom. With her iconic stuffed hat on her head, and a stern face as she waited for me.

I not only saw her, but also felt her, her magic was big, from sight alone she looked like a frail old lady, but her rather large magic made it clear that she was not someone to be messed with.

But what confused me was the utter non presence of the house elf Minsky, I can see her, she is standing there using magic to arrange the plates. But I couldn't feel her presence one bit. Sure I could feel the magic that she was using to move the plates, but I couldn't feel any magic from her body! Is she not a magical creature? What is going on?

"It is about time you arrived Neville. You are the heir of the Longbottom family. You should be more punctual." She says with a stern voice, As she look at me with a small amount of displeasure.

I snap out of my musing of minsky's non presence as at that and look at her straight in the eye, "I am sorry grandmother I will take care for this to not happen again." I say politely but firmly as I take a seat and take a bit out of the beautiful looking chicken.

She looks at me with a small surprised look. Probably surprised that her usually stammering grandson was behaving a bit different to her scoldings.

I didn't care. I have no plans to be like the old Neville. I am the new Neville Longbottom. The heir of the Longbottom family and damn it I will not bend to anyone.