Back in her dorm room latter that night Hermione felt the arousal and pressure begin to build back up. Strangely it did not panic her at all this time, though she knew it should. Her body craved attention and she felt the need for a hunt. She idly wondered if this had anything to do with the fact she had recently become a feline animagus.

Feeling warm she pushed all thoughts aside and quickly changed into her pjs, shorts and a cami top. Then she went down to the common room to see if anyone was still awake at the late hour. She practically purred when she discovered that it was empty save for one lone figure, Neville Longbottom.

She had never really thought of him in a sexual way before, but then again she hadn't thought that way of most people preferring to focus on studying.

Quietly she approached, trying not to startle him then claimed the seat next to him on a sofa facing the fireplace.

"What are you still doing up?" she questioned the boy, who jumped slightly at the unexpected company.

"Oh, um. Hey Hermione, I couldn't sleep so I came down to read. What about you?"

"I was feeling a little lonely and was hoping to find someone to keep me company." She replied with a purr placing a hand on his thigh. "Won't you keep me company Neville?" she began to rub his thigh gently, pushing out her chest slightly, and moving closer to his growing bulge.

Neville turned bright red but couldn't find motivation to push away the object of many of his fantasies. He started to wonder if he was in another of those fantasies now.

His eyes latched onto her breasts noticing her hard nipples and how she was clearly not wearing a bra. He stuttered a bit, not knowing how to reply before simply saying her name as a question. She answered by taking his book from his hands, setting it on the table beside him, before straddling him and kissing him as an answer.

He froze for a moment then deciding he really must be dreaming, he began to kiss back and moved his hands to study her body. One hand ended in her hair pulling her tightly while the other gripped her rubbed her back before gripping her tight arse. Her hands rubbed his chest and strong abs, which he gained from the war.

She then broke away to pull off his shirt, while he returned the favor taking her bra off as well. He latched onto her breasts with his mouth and hands, while she gripped his shoulders and began to rock on his bulge. He nipped and sucked one breast while caressing and pinching the other nipple, then alternating. If he was dreaming then he decided he was going to make the most of his fantasy.

She moaned and sped up her movements, moving one hand up to his hair holding him to her breast. She was shocked at his ferocity and pleased at the enthusiasm he was showing having gotten over his initial surprise.

With a growl Neville grabbed her hips and flipped her over on the couch and hovered above her. He looked at her hesitantly and in response she began to undo his belt and trousers. He stood and removed the rest of his clothing before slipping off her shorts and panties.

He then moved down and forcing her legs apart and settling between them, he latched onto her clit with his lips and tongue. He moved to suck and lick at her opening then moved back to her clit and slid a finger into her. He teased her for a while working her up to three fingers, then curled them inside her while flicking her clit with his tongue to push her over the edge. She came with a cry, and he moved up to silence it with his lips.

She had definitely underestimated the Longbottom heir and knew she would be coming back to him for more in the future. Neville was pleased that he had been able to bring her to that level of pleasure and felt himself, somehow, growing even harder against her stomach as he kept kissing her.

After a moment she came down from her climax and reached down to rub his cock between their bellies. He was rock hard and a few drops of precum where slipping out. He stopped her after a few strokes saying "I want to cum inside of you." They were both a little shocked at his statement and the strength of the desire it was said with.

He sat up and guided his cock to her opening, and then at her nod of approval he thrust all the way in in a single motion. She let out a slight cry of pain, which her unnatural arousal pushed away, as he broke through her barrier. He froze at her cry and was shocked at the feeling of pushing through her barrier and the sensation of her clenching around his cock. He filled his mind with disturbing images, like Snape in a tutu, to keep from blowing. Then after a moment Hermione begged for him to "please move. I need your big hard cock" and he was unable to deny her.

He started thrusting into her slowly then harder and faster at her cries to. The room was filled with moans and grunts of pleasure as they both moved together. Neither spared a thought that someone might hear them and investigate.

The pleasure began to build again inside of Hermione from his thrusting, which was hitting a delightful spot inside of her, and how his thumb was flicking her clit on every other thrust. Then with a heavy grunt Neville stilled and came inside her. The feel of him inside of her and his sperm jetting into her pushed her back over the edge and she came again.

They laid there panting for a moment before Hermione moved out from under him and with a final kiss redressed, cleaning them both with a wave of her wand, then slipped back up to her dorm and to bed. Neville watched her go then pinched his arm, shocked when the pain told him that yes that really just happened. With a dazed smile he slid on his pants, grabbed the rest of his clothes and went up to bed, falling asleep easily this time still smiling.

Back in her room, Hermione was think that yes she would definitely be doing that with Neville again. The strange arousal was again settling down after her orgasm but was still there. She could not find it in her to worry about it and instead settled in to bed and fell asleep.