Down Boy by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

It had been about a month since Draco had wondered in and he hadn't come back. Leia wondered if he remembered being hurt and then found himself fixed, and put together the pieces that she must be inside the castle. That must be enough for him, to think that she was there and helped him when he was injured. The only problem was if she were to ever see him again then they would have the same fight they had before. Leia was dreading it.

"So you haven't noticed Draco looking odd?" She asked Neville again, the same question in different words. She worried about him.

"Gods, for the last time, no. His body language is the same as it was before. He's given no indication that he remembers anything from that night."

"I'm sorry, just living in a room for two and a half months has made me paranoid…" She said, admitting her anxiety for the first time.

"Really?" Neville asked, sitting on an unused hospital bed.

"Yeah, every time the door opens I panic that it's a death eater. My anxiety was bad in France, but here is so much worse. I've had like three panic attacks in the last two weeks." She said lying on a neighboring unused hospital bed. The Room of Requirement was empty except for the two. It was too big without sick and injured students.

"I'm sorry. I feel responsible for putting you in this mess."

"It's not your fault I guess… Where's Ginny?" Leia asked absentmindedly.

"Don't you know? It's Easter holiday."

"Shit, it is. What day is it?"

"Tuesday."

Leia blinked, surprised. She hadn't been keeping track of the days as well as she'd thought.

"That explains why no one's been here for the past four days… We'll probably have even less students come back from holiday."

"That's what I figure. I feel bad for the kids who don't get to get out of this mess for a week."

"Like you?"

Neville laughed.

"Well I figured without me you wouldn't have anyone to talk to. I'd hate for you to get too lonely."

"You'll be sick of me by the time this week is over." She said smiling. "We'll have nothing to talk about by tomorrow."

"I'm sure we'll think of something. We've have many topics we've never discussed."

"Like?"

"What do you plan on doing after the war?"

Leia was quiet.

"That's such a strange question, because I'd have to be arrogant enough to believe that I'll survive and that we'll win. And I don't feel certainty either way."

"You don't think the good will triumph over evil?"

"I don't know anymore. For a while in France I was getting used to the idea that I'd live there for the rest of my life and probably marry Jerome. I'm scared."

Neville got off of his bed and made the gesture for her to make room for him. She obliged, feeling his body heat next to her as they looked up at the castle ceiling.

"But what if we do win?" He asked in a small voice slightly above a whisper.

"Well I'm getting the fuck out of England."

Neville snorted.

"Is it that bad?"

"The country isn't terrible, I just need to get away from all of this shit. I'll probably go back to New York. Maybe I'll work at a magazine or something."

"No more magic?"

"Ugh, no, never again."

"What if you marry a muggle? How will you deal if your children come out wizards?"

"I have no idea, but with my genes, hopefully the wizard strand gets lost in the mix. But I don't know if I'll ever have kids. What about you?"

"I feel the same. Part of me thinks I would like to teach herbology post war, but I would never want to be responsible for raising a human."

"It's a lot of pressure to be a parent. But you would be a great teacher."

"Thank you." He said humbly. "After this year with the Carrows… I feel the need to make sure kids can go to Hogwarts and get an education. I don't want to stand by and hope that things will fix themselves."

Leia thought quietly for a second.

"You really are a Gryffindor, Neville. More than you'll know."

He laughed.

"You know, there are moments I'm surprised you were put in Slytherin. I always felt like you were one of us."

Leia laughed, dryly.

"I wish I could say the same. I mean, there were so many nights where I hated going back down to the dungeons to have to sleep next to people who were apparently kindred spirits. I felt like I had nothing in common with them and I would wonder why it was that the sorting hat put me here. I remember he was grappling between Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin and then I told him to hurry up. I was so cranky back then… so maybe that's why, or maybe because the sorting hat could tell I'm always thinking about myself. I'm such a selfish person, and a coward on top of that. I mean, I'll stand up for myself, but that's so no one can see me vulnerable. And I'm pretty stupid too, so yeah, I'm definitely a Slytherin."

Leia wished she could laugh at her own honesty.

"But you're not a coward…" Neville breathed, before pausing to gather his thoughts. "You've come back to Hogwarts, twice, after something terrible has happened to you, all for the cause. That has to say something."

"I wish that was bravery that brought me back here. Coming back for sixth year was half because Harry told me to and half because I had feelings for Draco. I was able to distract myself to what Pansy put me through by throwing myself into whatever came by first. That happened to be Draco. And now I'm back, not because of bravery, but of fear of my family's safety."

Neville slid his hand into hers and squeezed it a little. For the first time in a long time, she felt almost safe.

"I don't care if you're a coward." She could hear the smile in his voice. "I've never thought that about anyone before."

"I'm honored. Thank you." She responded with more honesty than she had expected.

Leia closed her eyes to revel in the moment. When she opened them Neville had moved to hovering over her. His eyes were black and she could tell he was ready. This was a bolder Neville that she had never seen before.

"I want to have sex with you." He said in a deep voice. She liked it.

"I'd thought you'd never ask." She said coyly through her eyelashes.

"I'm not asking. I'm tired of asking for everything my entire life. Tonight I'm taking."

Leia was surprised at how arousing his words were to her.

"If you don't want this, tell me to stop." He said centimeters away from her lips.

After a beat he kissed her, hard. He put all of his weight and passion and lust into that kiss. It was aggressive, a word that had never been used to describe Neville Longbottom until this point. When she tried to reach up and grab him, he used his breathing time to use his wand to pin her wrists above her head. She gasped and felt herself getting wetter.

Also in that moment he removed all of her clothing with a wave of his wand. She quivered a little at the sudden coldness as he ate her body with his eyes.

"No fair." She said as she looked at how much clothing he was wearing.

"No talking unless I tell you to." He said shaking his finger in front of his face. Leia's mouth curled into a smile as she nodded her head. With a third wave of his wand her legs were spread and tied to the bed posts.

As a single finger attached itself to her clitoris, which he found without issue, his mouth was attached to her left breast while he thumbed the other one. Leia twitched from under him and shifted in frustration. She had never experimented with restraints, even though Jerome had talked about it.

Neville started swirling his tongue in rough circles down her tummy. His finger stopped moving as he was breathes away from her core. He peeked his eyes over her and smiled when he saw the desperate look in her eyes.

"You look so pretty from this angle." He quipped as he inserted a finger inside her, slowly, not going in any more than halfway. She squirmed a little under him. Only centimeters away from her pulsing labia, her breathing increased with ever tantalizing second.

"You've been good, how about you tell me what you want?" He said sweetly as he removed the finger.

"I want you to eat me out and then fuck me blind."

"Hmmm, beg for it."

Leia Allen had never begged for anything in her life.

"Please." She breathed.

"Pardon me, miss? Would you please speak up?"

"Please, Neville." Leia said in a normal speaking voice.

"Please what?"

"Please Neville, make me cum." She said with desperation in her eyes.

"Say it again."

"Please Neville, make me cum."

"Louder."

Leia was incredibly impatient.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE, PLEASE NEVILLE, MAKE ME-" She was cut off by her own gasp as he started sucking down hard on her sensitive nub. Her body felt so sensitive that she was immediately on the verge of orgasm as he inserted two fingers inside her roughly. Fire shot through her body and stayed at her center and in her feet. Neville had obviously had this planned out for a long time.

Neville's tongue traced all of her insides as his fingers continued to pound away at her. It was only when he returned to her clitoris, was she so close to the brink of orgasm, and he pulled out and stepped away. Leia let out a loud whimper, but was afraid to say anymore.

"Not yet, Leia." He said in a soothing but almost scary voice.

It was time for Neville to take off his clothes, but he didn't do it magically. He spent thoughtful moments unbuttoning and unzipping. He was slow and calculated, which was driving Leia wild. She was ready to cum a few minutes ago, and Neville's body had really developed in the last year. His cock was a nice roughly, 8 inches. He stood in front of her again, this time stark naked, with an intense look on his face. He waved his wand again, only this time it felt like there was a very powerful vibrator right on her clit. Leia's eyes popped out of her head as she cried out, and her limbs shook within their constraints. She could feel all this tension in her neck as Neville entered her slowly. She couldn't keep her eyes open as her orgasm blossomed out of her. Neville pumped in and out of her and came quickly, as virgins do.

"Stop the spell-it's too much" Leia gasped and Neville waved his wand again and her limbs were free and body went still.

Neville crashed next to her face down and they both spent a good five minutes in near silence, the only noise were their shallow breaths.

"Was that good?" Neville asked into the pillow.

Leia laughed loudly.

"Fucking shit, Neville."

"What does that mean?"

"That was fucking intense. So yeah, I'd say it was pretty good." Leia said laughing with her hands over her face.

Neville sat up a little and rested his head on his hand.

"Well, you seemed to enjoy it."

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"I read. A lot."

"That was crazy. I am so tired and I couldn't even move."

"This week should be fun." Neville said, kissing her forehead and then lying down. They both fell asleep quickly.