Neville was in awe of the woman who was giving her body to him, to cherish, to love, and to taste. He couldn't wait any longer he had to taste her, it was something he longed to do for a very long time.

She was currently driving him to lose control. He didn't know how long he could last with her beautiful pert lips so close to his other head. With as much will power as he had left he stopped her and with a gentle push and a flip she was below him once again. Following her lead Neville kissed and licked his way down to her ever so soft and sweet curls. She moaned and wriggled under him. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but he knew for sure he wanted to continue.

Hermione had her arms above her head gripping a pillow as she was afraid she may dig her nails into him, and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt Neville. He was making her feel so good, she couldn't contain herself, all she wanted now was him inside of her, feeling his cock rub her clit before slamming into her over and over. Then she felt it, his tongue on the bump that made her cry out.

"Oh Godric!" She cried.

He mentally kicked himself for forgetting a silencing charm. He quickly placed his thumb where his mouth watered to be, grabbed his wand and silenced the room. Then he dove head first back into her luscious garden and quickly made fast work of her orgasm.

When she came down from her first flight he quickly made for the second. The first finger delved deep into her tight wet pussy and making sure to pay attention to what she liked and loved he entered a second all while biting and sucking at her nub.

Hermione couldn't contain her orgasm any longer and came harder than she ever had in her entire life. He licked and sucked until she cried for him to fuck her.

He moved back up her body making sure to suck and bite on her deliciously round breasts. When he came face to face with her he smiled so proud of himself for what he could do to her. She looked at him with half lidded eyes full of lust. Hermione was not about to fool around any longer. She hooked her thumbs into the waist band of his boxers and slid them down finally releasing what she had been dreaming about for months.

"Are you sure?" Neville asked one more time. He would never be able to forgive himself if he pushed her too far. She nodded and took ahold of little uncut Neville and began to stroke him eliciting a loud and deep growl from the owner.

He positioned himself at her entrance, took ahold of his quivering member and rubbed the tip at her entrance. As if not being in control of himself he plunged into her folds and held still knowing he needed to calm down a bit before continuing or he wouldn't last long. She was too impatient, she bucked her hips moaning and grinding. He had to grab her thighs and dig his fingers in to get her to stop. He kissed her neck and moved to her lips tasting and teasing. That's when he couldn't control himself any longer and started pumping in and out of her frantically. She pushed him on with her moans and cursing. "Fuck Neville HARDER!" She screamed and he was happy to comply.

After the deed was done Neville held onto Hermione for dear life, afraid that it was all a dream. Listening to her soft snoring and seeing her glistening drool, he knew she was the one, his everything. "I love you." He whispered into her hair and fell asleep.

Hermione was scared, scared for Harry, scared for Ron, but most of all she was terrified for the muggleborns of the Wizarding world. She felt Bellatrix on top of her holding her down, demanding answers for what else was taken from her vault. She knew she couldn't give that vial woman the satisfaction of hearing her in pain. Then she felt her arm being sliced into. NO! She wouldn't give her the satisfaction. She fought back with every bit of energy she had. Bellatrix only applied more pressure to the dagger as she carved into her. Hermione couldn't do it anymore and did the one thing her primal instincts told her to do. She screamed. Hermione screamed in agony as she tried to fight back, hearing the cackles of Bellatrix.

Neville didn't know what time it was. It was dark so he assumed it was late. He felt Hermione tossing and turning next to him. He felt her shaking and twitching. "Hermione?" She flung her arms around. "Hermione, wake up." Neville grabbed her arm to keep her from smacking him in the face and as soon as he touched the scars on her forearm she screamed like she was being tortured. "Hermione!" He quickly let go of her arm hoping it would curb the screams. She started to shake and convulse. "Merlin! Hermione!" He ran to the door and flung it open. "Gran! GRAN!" He found his pants and threw them on. His grandma apparated to his doorway in a soft pop.

"You'll wake the dead Neville with all the hoopla you're making." She spotted Hermione on the bed only covered in a sheet shaking like a leaf. "What in the bloody hell is going on in here?"

"We have to get her to St. Mungo's. I think she's having a seizure." He picked Hermione up bridal style still wrapped in the sheet and carried her down the hall to the library where the floo connected fireplace was. To say that Neville was terrified was an understatement.

His grandmother squeezed into the fireplace still in her nightgown threw down the powder and yelled "St Mungo's!"