The big day had arrived, and Hermione and Neville would be moving into their new apartment in Hogwarts. Minerva had added their fireplace to the floo network, so it would be easy for them to come in and out as they pleased.
Hermione had packed her belongings in her small beaded bag—what things that bag had seen! It was impressive that her charm had lasted so long. Hermione took one last look around the room she shared with Ginny. No, that was ridiculous. She would be here many times in the future—her friendship with Ginny and the other Weasleys would long outlast any move. And thank goodness for the Wizarding world; because of it, Hermione would be able to instantly travel to see them as often as she wanted. She certainly wanted to!
Hermione walked downstairs with her bag, and found the Weasleys sitting in the kitchen. Moving around and hugging them all, Hermione smiled with a few tears in her eyes. She truly loved the family, and they had been there for her when she realized that her parents could not recover. Although she would never stop trying to bring her parents back, there was something wonderful about her knowledge that she was so loved by a family.
There were Molly and Arthur, who had become her second parents and had loved her as fiercely as their own daughter. Bill and Charlie, who had taken on the roles of teasing big brothers. Percy, who Hermione had grown to truly enjoy conversation with. He could be stuffy, but he was also smart and truly dedicated to his work. George, with whom she had cried after they both had faced unspeakable losses. Ginny, who felt legitimately like her sister. Moving among them, giving strong hugs, Hermione knew she was loved by the family. And then Hermione arrived in front of Harry and Ron, and the three fell into a hug.
"Mione, we love you always. And we'll always be here for you," Ron said.
"You're moving in with a good bloke, but if he does anything to hurt you, we'll pounce on him in an instant," Harry said, simultaneously joking and menacing.
Ready? She said through the bond, and heard Neville's response of Yep.
With one last, long look at the Burrow, Hermione Disapparated.
Neville had been finishing packing his trunk and with a wave of his wand the last few pairs of socks folded neatly until—pop!—Hermione appeared instantly in his room.
"Ahh! You scared me; I didn't think you would come directly into the room," he said.
"Well," she responded coyly, "I've gotten quite used to spending time here, and so I knew that I had a good enough understanding of the room to make sure I landed safely."
With this, Neville scooped Hermione up into his arms and pulled her in for a sultry kiss. Her hands ran up through his hair and his traced their way down her back, stopping to play with the hem of her tshirt. Goosebumps formed along her skin wherever his hands touched her back, and she kissed him more passionately. Their hot mouths pushed up next each other, Hermione's tongue gently sliding along the back of Neville's teeth. He moaned slightly into her mouth at the feeling, and pressed himself closer to her body. His hands continued to explore downwards, finding her jeans and rubbing down underneath them.
Although Neville had thought about it many times, he and Hermione had yet to sleep together, although she had firmly hinted her desire to do so. Neville wanted his first time having sex with Hermione—with anyone, really, he thought—to be special, and he knew it would come soon. He smiled internally at the suggestive pun, but it only strengthened his already hard erection.
Neville pushed his hips toward Hermione, who moaned into his mouth. With a fluid motion, he picked up her willing body, and threw her down onto his four-poster bed. Sending a silent locking charm at the door and a silencing spell throughout the room, Neville pulled Hermione's shirt off with a fluid motion.
Reaching behind her to unhook her bra—he had become quite adept at this despite some initial fumbling a few months ago—her lovely breasts burst free and he began to worship them with his tongue.
Neville, Hermione moaned aloud. Through the bond, he could feel her emotions, simultaneously burning with relaxed and energized. He felt amazing knowing that it was him, and only him that was giving her those feelings.
The clock in Neville's room struck 1:00, and he reluctantly pulled away. They were already late to meet Minerva to move into their new apartment. At least they would have privacy there, and could continue later. Neville smiled
They dressed quickly, and Neville grabbed his trunk.
"Where's your luggage, Hermione?" he asked, confused.
Hermione held up her beaded bag. "Undetectable Extension Charm," she said with a wink.
She really is the brightest witch of our age, Neville thought.
One after another, they walked to Neville's fireplace and, with a toss of floo powder and the words "HOGWARTS!" spun into Minerva McGonagall's, office, hoping it wasn't too obvious that they had been snogging so intensely just minutes before. At least they had both managed to get their buttons on straights, but Hermione's wily hair was even bushier than usual and Neville did look mildly starstruck.
Minerva noted this with a smile, recalling her own youth, and welcomed both with a hug.
"Now, let me show you straight to your chambers," she said.
The trio walked out through the corridors of Hogwarts, stopping near the Fat Lady's portrait at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. She was busy chatting with her friend Violet, in the portrait next door.
"Violet, if I could have a word," Minerva said.
"Yes, dear?" responded Violet sharply.
"This is Professor Neville Longbottom and his fiancée, Hermione Granger. Neville will be the new head of Gryffindor House, and as usual, this will be their home. I trust," Minerva said, "that you will be most amenable to them."
Violet sniffed at having to leave her glass of wine, but told Neville and Hermione that she would recognize them from now on, and that they would not have to set up a password. "In the case that someone disguises themselves as you and attempts to sneak into your flat, I will prevent them from coming in. I'm very good at detecting intruders," she added proudly.
"Thank you," Neville said.
"Well, I will see you both at 7:00 for dinner in my apartments," Minerva said. "I'm having a small get-together for the whole staff. I look forward to seeing you this evening." Minerva departed, sliding through a door which had been pretending to be a wall.
Neville and Hermione smiled at each other and Violet swung open, allowing the pair into their new home. Both of their jaws dropped to see the beautiful living room. It looked just like a smaller version of the Gryffindor common room, with the same squishy couches and crackling fireplace. A small portrait of Albus Dumbledore smiled down on them, along with every other Gryffindor Headmaster or Headmistress of Hogwarts.
Several doors stood at the other end of the room, and Hermione strode across and opened the first one. It contained a cozy kitchen and dining room, so that Hermione and Neville could enjoy meals together without several hundred loquacious teenagers in the room.
The next door was home to a more formal dining and living room for entertaining guests, still decked out in bright scarlet and gold.
The following door opened into a beautiful study with tall bookshelves and a beautiful bay window overlooking the Hogwarts grounds.
"This is your study, Hermione," Neville said. "Look, the room even seems to have adjusted to provide many of the books you'll need for your work on Hogwarts, a History!" Sure enough, the room contained tomes covering the previous thousand years of wizarding history, and Hermione joyfully ran her fingers along the spine, eager to begin her work.
The next room truly made Neville's mouth drop open in shock and joy. It seemed that the flat had adapted a room especially for each of the, as this room was a fantastical indoor conservatory and garden, complete with an enchanted ceiling like the one in the Great Hall. Massive amounts of plants grew in the room, which easily stretched several acres through magical expansion. Perched in a tree near the entrance was a lovely treehouse, and Hermione and Neville exchanged thoughts of joy through their bond and the sight.
Neville didn't want to leave, but he also wanted to see the rest of the flat and knew that he would be able to spend man hours in his own personal paradise, nourishing the plants which resided in the garden.
The next two doors included smaller guest bedrooms with en suite bathrooms, but the final door was the most amazing room of all—Neville and Hermione's room. It contained a massive four-poster bed, similar squishy armchairs to those in their living space, and, most magnificent of all, an entire wall made entirely of windows overlooking the lake. The windows had been enchanted to appear from the outside as the same stone walls which made up the castle. The en suite bathroom had a tub large enough to be a swimming pool, which both were excited to use.
Hermione threw down her bag with a thump and launched herself at Neville, wrapping him in a hug. Their excitement was so much that he picked her up and spun her around. Their elation turned suddenly into lust, and Neville tipped his head down to kiss Hermione. She responded enthusiastically, moaning a little as his tongue met hers.
Neville latched one hand firmly in her soft hair, letting the other drift down her back until he reached her ass, which he began to sensually rub. Hermione's hands ran up into his hair, and her kisses matched his passion.
"Oh, Hermione," he moaned into her mouth.
One of her soft hands moved up underneath his t-shirt, and he felt his both twinge as she tweaked his nipple softly. Then, all of a sudden, she was removing his shirt with one fell swoop, and her hot tongue was working its way down her cheek and over his collarbone, sneaking its way deliciously down his chest, until Hermione was kneeling in front of him with a sly grin on her face. They had never quite gone this far before, but Neville was truly excited. He felt her kissing the area under his navel as her fingers deftly undid his pants and he stepped out of them.
Now Neville was completely naked except for his boxers, which were straining against his rather large erection. Hermione's hands slid up and removed the undergarments, attaching her hot mouth to his cock.
Neville groaned loudly; thank goodness they were completely alone. He felt Hermione's tongue sliding up and down his cock, and looking down, he saw her eyes smiling back up at him and knew that this was something she truly wanted to do.
The truth was, Hermione had long loved anything sexual, since she was first with Viktor Krum, but this was by far the best experience. Neither Viktor nor Ron could compare, size-wise, to Neville, and neither had maintained such expert grooming of his nether regions as Neville did. Hermione slurped happily on the cock in front of her, which was attached to the man she had been growing to love.
Neville ran his hands through Hermione's hair as he felt her tongue working its way from base to head, and then she took five or six inches of his dick into her mouth. Merlin that feels amazing, he thought, and heard Hermione's seductive giggle return to him through the bond.
All of a sudden, Neville felt himself tensing up and said "Oh, Hermione, I'm going to—" before he came in great gobs in her mouth. Hermione swallowed his cum and slowly let his cock slip out from her mouth with a grin.
"Merlin," Neville said. "I have never felt so amazing."
"Just wait until we're having sex," Hermione said slyly.