Author's notes:

I didn't mean for this story to be more than a one chapter, one shot, but I got so tempted to continue it that I just had to write this. I hope you enjoy, or something. I had fun anyway!

"How drunk was I?"

"Really drunk" Luna smirked and watched Ginny looking at herself in the mirror. "Like really, really drunk. Really."

"Thank you, Luna, I doubt I need anymore really:s in that sentence." Ginny felt like she'd been sleeping for several days and been hung over for even longer than that. She didn't really remember anything, but what she did remember was nude bodies, heat and that smell of man cologne.

"That's it. I will never ever drink alcohol again. Ever."

"Good for you." Luna said, nodding approvingly. "It's bad for you."

"Totally. It makes me fat, I have to throw up, I do stupid things.."

"Like Neville Longbottom."

"Shut up!" Ginny said, tempted to throw a brush at Luna who looked like she would explode with laughter any second now, and Ginny didn't want to hear it. "I might have… kissed him, a few times, but how can we know…"

"Oh Gin, please. Everyone who was at the party knows it was way more than a few kisses. You guys disappeared to the bedroom faster than I can say nargles. Everyone saw you."

"I know." Ginny groaned and felt like she didn't know whether she wanted to burst into tears or laugh at it. "I just want to forget it okay?"

"Well, I don't" Luna said, with a curious look on her face. "I want details. Everything. How was it?"

"Luna!" Ginny shrieked. "I am so not giving you details."

"Oh come on, are we friends or what? You always tell me everything."

"Not when I just want to forget it, please!" Ginny reached for her makeup and tried to hide her hung over eyes behind mascara and foundation. "Now, be a good friend and try to come up with a spell to get rid of this hung over instead!"

"So, Weasley, I heard about you and Longbottom…"

"Don't waste your time, Romilda." Luna sighed as she sat down at one of the tables in the Great Hall. Since it was still Christmas break, not many students had returned to school, and everyone was seated wherever they felt like. "I've already tried; she says she's not going to tell us anything."

"Oh come on, Weasley!" Romilda complained. "You're always telling us, what makes this time different."

"Nothing. Nothing." Ginny defended herself and helped herself to a slice of bread. "I just don't want to talk about it, okay? And even if I wanted to, I rarely remember anything so it's nothing interesting anyway…"

"She remembers, don't she?" Romilda whispered to Luna over the table, pretending that she wasn't aware that Ginny could hear every word. Luna nodded and grinned at Ginny who rolled her eyes.

"You guys you're just… Ah! I can't stand you sometimes."

"We just want you to give us the details!" Luna smirked and had a sip of orange juice. "You can't have a party like that with someone we know, and then don't tell us about it!"

"Was he better than Harry?" Romilda asked, with big eyes. "And bigger? I bet he was, wasn't he? He looks just like one of those big guys."

"I… what, looks like one how?" Ginny asked and tried to stop her head from spinning, two nosey friends really didn't help with this hung over.

"Yep, he was bigger." Luna decided and almost got a dreamy look on her face. "I bet it was the best sex ever, wasn't it, Gin?"

"Are you meeting up again, Gin?" Romilda asked, leaning over the table so she could hear every word Ginny might say. "Are you? You've got a date, don't you?"

"No, we're not going out!" Ginny almost shouted. "It was a onetime thing, something I would like to forget and you guys are not helping!" she stormed out of the Great Hall and left Luna and Romilda giggling behind her.

"Harder, harder, please."

"I might hurt you."

"No you won't just do it, please."

Memories kept flowing back to Ginny's head as she rested on her bed in the Gryffindor tower. Neville on top of her. She on top of him. Both naked, both sweaty, both in such need. It'd be a lie to say that it wasn't a good night. It was. But that was all it was.

"A onetime thing." She said to herself, hoping that no one could hear her. "Just a one night stand, that's all I had with Neville Longbottom. You hear that?"

She sighed. Did he even remember it? He'd been drunk, just like she had been, and he must be feeling like she did right now. Sick and probably regretting it. Trying to forget. Or did he angst about the fact that maybe Ron or Harry would find out? They probably knew already, considering what Luna had told her, everyone at the party knew what was going on in that bedroom. She wished she could remember more. She wanted it, somehow. Neville wasn't like she thought he'd be. She thought about what Romilda had said. Would it be so bad to arrange a meeting? Not a date, just something to… talk about. She sat up and jumped off the bed. Even if he'd ignored her, she could at least try. She looked at the time, around this hour there wouldn't be any people in the owlery, she could easily sneak in there, send him a message and get him to come visit her, just to talk about what happened. Maybe then she could forget about it, anyway.

Ginny couldn't believe how easily it had been to sneak out of the castle without her friends noticing, and get to Hogsmeade. Neville had replied to her how almost immediately but now as she was sitting in The three broomsticks and waited for him, she was afraid it might had been a joke. He was late. Maybe it was a setup, and she cursed herself if she would fall for that. She was way over crushes, even more over getting stood up and guys walking over her. She thought about getting up and leave, but then she saw him in the doorway and her heart skipped a beat.

"Oh don't you start." She told herself and her heart. "Don't be stupid. It was a onetime thing."

But Neville grinned approvingly as he saw her, and she couldn't help but to feel pleased. Those pants and top she'd picked had been a good choice, apparently.

"Oh, I didn't expect to see you here." Neville smirked as he walked over to her. "Aren't you afraid to be seen with me?"

"Shut up." She grinned back at him and was surprised with the naughty thoughts that filled her head as she could see him up close again, like what they could be doing on the table right now. "How… you know…"

"How was it when Ron and Harry roared at me for getting you into bed?" Neville laughed, reading her mind. "They weren't pleased. Actually think they wanted to beat me up. Said I couldn't be around you."

"And what did you tell them?" Ginny asked, big eyes, feeling as curious as she bet Luna had felt. Neville grinned, and Ginny felt that tingling sensation inside again. God, how could she had been around this guy for so long and never noticed how hot he was?

"Said them to shut up and mind their own business. That Harry had his chance and that Ron should stop treating you like a child. I sure know you're not one." He gave her a deep look and Ginny swallowed.

"I bet they weren't happy to hear that."

"Who cares?" Neville leaned back in the chair, hands backing up his head. "I sure don't. We had fun, didn't we?"

"I… I guess we did." Ginny said, feeling a bit disappointed to her own surprise. What had she expected? Roses and I love you's? Neville seemed to read her mind again, and he leaned over the table, closer to her. She could feel his breath, and she closed her eyes, letting the memories of their night together take over again.

"Did you miss me, Weasley? We've only been apart for like a day or so." He whispered sensually in her ear, and she wished for nothing more than that he would kiss her. What was this?

"You don't have to answer." He slowly licked her ear. "I've rented a room. Do you want to continue this… conversation upstairs? Or do you have to get back to the castle?"

"Upstairs." Ginny mumbled, again surprised with how her mind seemed to play games with her. Neville looked pleased and put one arm around her waist as they started walking.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

What am I doing? Ginny thought to herself as they got into the room. I can't do this again, a onetime thing does not work if it's more than onetime! But something inside her so desperately wanted it, that she couldn't help it. Neville grinned and put his arms around her, as soon as the door had been closed.

"Where were we?" he asked. "Oh… Was it good for you too?"

"We shouldn't do this Neville." Ginny said, as he started kissing her neck. "I… you… It could never work, could it?"

"I think it works just fine." Neville mumbled into her neck, as his hands started searching up and down her body for something to touch. "But I'd stop… if you want me to." He said, letting go of her. As soon as his fingers left her body, Ginny felt more sure than ever.

"Well, one time, two times, who cares?" she flung her arms around his neck, pulled him closer and kissed him like she had never kissed anyone before. Neville must have been expecting it, because he fell right into her kiss and kissed her back, with more passion that they'd experienced their previous night together. He picked her up, and Ginny felt like she was a princess in a fairytale, if fairytales had couples having this kind of sex. Neville was strong, stronger than she remembered, stronger than she'd ever imagined.

"I'll give you one hell of a night to remember, redhead." Neville mumbled into Ginny's hair, as he kissed her neck. Ginny purred like a cat as he put her down on the bed, starting to unbutton her pants.

"You didn't had to bother with the tight clothes, Gin." Neville said and kissed her deep. "I already know you've got a nice ass."

"Dirty." Ginny moaned, letting her hand touch Neville's crotch, feeling something hard there. "You're a dirty boy, Neville."

"And you're one hell of a dirty girl." Neville said and kissed her again, then helping her to get rid of his shirt. "I'm just gonna eat you up."

He took off Ginny's shirt, letting his tongue trickle down her boobs and stomach, and as it got to her pants he started to unbutton them.

"Oh take them off, hurry." Ginny pleaded, and Neville grinned at her, apparently loving every minute of her begging.

"It's difficult with such tight pants, dear. I have to be careful…"

"No, don't be careful." Ginny gasped, feeling warmer, wetter, hornier than ever before in her life. "I don't care if they break just… Ah."

Neville ripped the pants off, and parted her legs. Ginny's breath was heavy. Was he really…?

"Such nice panties." Neville mumbled, letting his tongue now trickle up her thigh. "I'm just gonna…" Slowly, and careful, almost like she didn't even notice, he removed her panties, leaving her wet and exposed to him.

"Oh god." Ginny groaned on the bed, as Neville positioned himself on the floor with her legs around his neck, his tongue teasingly playing at her entrance. He let his tongue slide inside of her and Ginny almost felt like she was going to die from pleasure, she had never experienced anything like this with anyone.

"Oh god Neville." She screamed, couldn't care less if anyone overheard them, as he swirled his tongue inside her. "I'm going to.."

Neville stopped, and moved up to her face again. He grinned.

"I can make you want me so bad, Weasley."

"I already want you." Ginny moaned. "Don't stop, Neville, god, don't stop."

He took off his pants. Ginny glanced down, spotting his cock, hard, red, probably needing her as much as she needed him. She moaned again as Neville put himself on top of her.

"I'm on top now." He moaned into her ear as she put her arms and legs around him, pulling him close. "I'm going to…"

"Just fuck me now, please." Ginny pleaded, and Neville didn't need another cue. He pushed deep inside her, as deep as he could right away and she gasped with pleasure.

"This is… so… god." Neville moaned as he pushed inside her again, slowly going in and out. Ginny didn't know for how long they were going at it, all she could think about was how she was in bliss, pure bliss, even more so every time Neville pushed deeper inside her. How could she ever be satisfied with anyone else, ever? They kissed, deep, passionately and Ginny couldn't remember when someone took the time to kiss her like that during the act, but then again Neville had proved himself more than once to be different, to be better.

"I fucking love you Neville." She yelped as she felt him cum inside her, and she had an orgasm like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Neville groaned and pushed deep inside her once more, kissing her fiercely as he emptied himself, filling her up. Gasping for air, they both fell on the bed, next to each other.

"I… what was that, Gin?" Neville smirked as he watched her, laying nude beside him. "You love me?"

"I… No! I mean. Oh you jerk, don't hold that against me?"

Neville laughed and leaned over her to kiss her again.

"I'm joking, silly. You're not that bad yourself, you know."