Neville Longbottom just stood there in front of the door for over a minute. He'd taken off his robes, leaving him in his trousers. He reminded himself he was in the Granger house, it was a cool summer night in the London boroughs, and that she talked about maybe spending the night together for the past few weeks. For a while it didn't feel right to him. Sure, they had been dating for more than five months, and this was her suggestion, but he just didn't feel right doing this.

Why was he standing there anyway? He forgot the reason again. Was it about doing this so soon after Hermione's breakup with Ron? He didn't want to hurt Ron, after all, let alone Hermione by letting her do something she'd regret later. Was it about doing this while her parents were in the house? She did put warding charms on them, even some memory charms in case they were attacked, even putting charms on Crookshanks. Was it because he hadn't done this sort of thing since the battle of Hogwarts and it was with Parvati that time? Hermione told him she had done it with Ron earlier.

She must be going through the same thing he was, Neville concluded. The war hurt everyone in every way, after all. He had promised himself never to try to obligate her to do anything, and that being turned down wouldn't hurt him as long as they could still stay friends, but if she was feeling as lonely as he was…. Concern for her overcame his fear for himself, and he finally opened the door.

Hermione was sitting on her bed in her pajamas. She didn't have any lingerie or anything sexy or seductive. Just some rose pajamas, her books, and her wand. Maybe she should call the whole thing off, she thought. Her first experience at intercourse was unpleasant; Ron wasn't violent or anything, just clumsy and rushed and just like their relationship. It was her idea to break up with him, and while it still hurt, she didn't want to cause herself or Ron any more grief. She couldn't force it.

She had already told Neville to come in after he knocked, but she wasn't looking at the door. She hated being afraid, feeling powerless and unsure. The war was supposed to leave everything right. It wasn't.

"Her-Hermione?" Neville asked quietly, scratching his head.

"I'm sorry, Neville" she turned to him

"I can go back to my room. I mean, if you want-"

"No! Oh, please stay here." Hermione stopped him from reaching for the up his long, lightly haired body, his tanned arms and neck being a sharp contrast to the pale skin of his chest and abdomen, Hermione congratulated herself on stopping him.

"Sorry. It's just kind of awkward, you know." Neville dropped his hand from the doorknob, then suddenly realized-, "I forgot my wand"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh, " I have mine". One spell closed and locked the door behind him, and another charm soundproofed the room.

"Could you sit down please?" Hermione broke another awkward silence, motioning to the bed. Quietly and nervously, Neville moved to sit next to her, never breaking his gaze on her eyes.

He found himself placing his right hand on her left, her hand seeming small and pale and delicate in his. It was warm to the touch.

"Hermione, whatever happens tonight, I want to let you know that I still love you and always will whatever your decision"

"Neville…I still want to do this. I want our relationship to go further, I want a greater degree of intimacy" Hermione insisted

"I'll do anything to make you happy; please let me know if I'm doing something wrong" Neville insisted in turn.

She shook her head, but with a smile, "Just kiss me"

"That I can do" he returned the smile before leaning over for the kiss

Neville couldn't help moaning as they deepened the kiss. They'd done this much before, and it never stopped making him melt like he had downed Firewhiskey in a single shot. Every time their tongues touched, a tingle ran down his spine. Her hands clutching his head and plunging into his brown hair only made the sensation more dizzying

"Oh Hermione…I want to touch you…show me how…" he gasped when they finally broke off

She needed no more encouragement. Dropping down to his neck, she sucked on the skin of his throat. Her curly, frizzy hair slipped down to stroke his chest and tease his nipples. He fell backwards onto the bed, gasping as her hands threaded through the hair on his chest and pushed him down. Her mouth followed, covering his chest with kisses and giving each nipple the same treatment as his neck. She loved the sounds he made, the little whimpers and moans. He tasted of soap and sweat and something else entirely him. Every scar on his torso was kissed gently and slowly.

Hermione finally stopped at his stomach right above the line of his trousers, leaving one last kiss above his navel.

"Something like that." She grinned down at him, relishing his glazed, dilated gaze and how his hyperventilating turned into deep breaths.

With a hungry grunt, he rose and kissed her deeply again, consuming her lustily. Neville wouldn't have minded if he never had sex as long as he could keep kissing her. Hermione gasped as he placed his hands on her bum and lifted her off the bed.

"You are the most brilliant, brave, loving, and beautiful witch to ever live" he murmured in her ear, his voice dropping in tone to his surprise, before kissing down her jawline to her neck. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, inviting him for more. As she did to him, he sucked on the skin of her neck, hard enough to leave a mark. Hermione's moan was the most amazing thing he had ever heard-he had dreamed about hearing it for years.

"Now we match" he grinned. She stopped moaning laughed, but the giggle was cut off as the boy started nuzzling the first button on her pajamas, only to return when she realized how awkward this was. He couldn't help but join her.

"I didn't think this through. I guess why I have you for"

"Now show me why I have you for" she purred, then yelped when Neville got up, hoisted her in the air, and sat her down smoothly on the bed. She scooted back and swiveled to give him room to kneel in front of her.

The air seemed thick to both of them as Neville opened the first button, kissing the skin of her collar. He looked up to see her meet his gaze, both flushed. She was breathing deeply, and licked her lips.

"Remember, tell me if I'm doing anything wrong"

"Neville, what you're doing wrong is stopping" she whispered through clenched teeth.

"Oh, sorry. How about…this?" with that he opened up the next button to kiss her again.

"Mmmmmmm…much better"

The next button covered her cleavage, and they both gasped at the reveal.

Neville made sure he was making eye contact with her, then moved in to kiss between her breasts. Hermione moaned his name and placed her hands on his head as he kissed her again, this time with both Gryffindors closing their eyes. The button and kiss went to her ribs, and the scar she had received less than four years before.

"It's ugly, I know" she muttered

"It's beautiful. You saved my life that night" Neville kissed the scar again, "You're a hero"

"And you aren't? Come on; you saved my life too that night"

"I thought I'd lost you that night. Got my nose broken for that. I never want to lose you again"

"I will never lose you as long as I live-oh!" Hermione moaned as his next kisses went down to her smooth stomach.

Neville's confidence suddenly faded the moment she shrugged off her opened pajamas. There was Hermione Granger, the girl who he owed everything to, the girl of his dreams, sitting there in a pair of open pajama pants and a bra.

Hermione's confidence fell too; she knew her breasts weren't big, she knew her underwear was prosaic and white, bought at a sale at Beales, that she was short and skinny. So it was a bit of a surprise when her boyfriend leaned over to hug and kiss her.

"Um, do you want me to undo it?" she reluctantly tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

"No, I can figure it out"

"I like it when you say that" Hermione couldn't stop smiling until she felt the brassiere snap open.

"Um, alohomora?" he tried to diffuse the tension. She smirked.

"This is why I'm fine with you not knowing every spell. You always find another way-oh, please don't be disappointed, I know I'm not much-" she switched from amusement to fear as he first mouthed the straps off her shoulders, removed the bra with a slip of his hands, then leaned back to take her in.

"Wow. You're…perfect" Neville's jaw dropped.

She looked skeptically at him.

"You know I'm a really bad liar. You're perfect. I've seen perfect things before; a cherry tree in full bloom, a chocolate pudding with raisins, your OWL score; you're perfect"

Hermione flushed pink

"Especially when you blush like that" he added

"Just touch me" the witch commanded, taking control of the situation as Neville's words brought her confidence back.

He reached out with his right hand to touch her left breast, breathing hard and never breaking his gaze from her face. Sighing with pleasure, Hermione grabbed his other hand and placed it on her other breast. He was very gentle, barely touching, just giving the slightest pressure and heat to her chest, only slowly pressing harder and slightly tightening his grip.

Neville was rewarded by her moaning his name, her eyes closed. For a moment they held the position, breathing hard.

"Let me know what you want" he reminded her, gathering up a thought from his scrambled brain, his voice dropping an octave that contrasted with his high-pitched moan earlier.

Hermione's own mind raced at its usual pace; she wanted to promise to be his forever and make him promise the same, she wanted to yank his pants down and pull him into her, she wanted to hide under the sheets until her heart could slow down. How could all these contradictory desires exist at the same time?

"I want…more of everything…I want….you to make me…orgasm….." she panted out. Anyone else would have laughed at her dialogue. Neville hung on to her every word.

With her small, round breasts still in his large hands, he moved closer and kissed her again. For a second he looked into her eyes with first uncertainty and begging for permission, but his gaze turned to determination and lust.

"Put your mouth on me" she commanded, then was immediately rewarded.

Hermione cried out as Neville leaned down to suck on one of her nipples, finally remembering what Parvati had taught him. At her cry he suddenly stopped, only for her small but strong hands to grab his tousled hair and pull him back to her chest. Getting the hint, he continued to suckle, being very careful not to use his teeth. She let out a high-pitched moan at the sensation, not letting go of his head. He diligently took the breast into his mouth, pulling gently and pressing his tongue against her nipple, only to be surprised by the bud hardening and swelling.

"Aroused….reaction….ohNevillepleasedon'tstop" she panted out an explanation and a command.

Neville loved it when Hermione explained something to him, loved it when she told him to keep doing something he loved., and loved hearing her pant in pleasure. He returned to his sucking, hungrily tasting her. Hermione's fingers returned to his hair, yanking him to her, moving her to the other nipple after a minute.

After a few minutes of this they broke apart, panting hard.

"Blood hell, that was good" Hermione borrowed a swear from Ron.

"What next?"

She answered him by yanking down his trousers, then his pants. It was Neville's turn to blush and look shy.

"Neville, at this point shyness is a bit of a formality" she raised an eyebrow with her quip.

"I-I don't know what to-" he stuttered, stopping himself from covering himself.

"It's just a penis; it's not terrifying" Large, but not terrifying, she added mentally. Considering how it was twitching and swollen, he must have been very aroused.

"I've been this hard since I entered the room" he admitted.

Before she had even undressed, she realized. Hermione then decided to do something daring.

Neville gasped out her name and whimpered as he felt her hand touch him, her nimble fingers wrapping around him. To make matters worse he now felt her fingers slowly stroking up and down, exploring him.

"LOVEYOU!" he screamed as he felt himself lose control-with a thrust of his hips and a twitch, he came.

He turned away immediately, covering his face in shame as Hermione reached for her wand to clean the sheets.

"So sorry…I couldn't stop…I've ruined everything…I'm so sorry…" he muttered apologies.

To his surprise, Hermione leaned in to embrace him.

"It's not your fault; it's just a reaction. It's my fault, really. I didn't know you were so wound up. Besides, I like cuddling" She nuzzled his chest, her soft, curly hair caressing him. In turn, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on hers.

"Honestly, Ron wouldn't have been ready so early" she murmured

"Am I just a replacement for him? Just some fun before you go back to him?" Neville froze in disbelief, his arms dropping to his sides

"Of course not!" Hermione snapped, looking up and pushing away, "Not any more than I'm just a reward for you being a friend. Do you really believe I'd go this far just for some perverted whim?"

Neville started crying suddenly, "I'm so sorry. I knew this would happen; I'd ruin everything and then I'd let my fears run wild and all I want to do it tell you I love you and make you happy and I'm just awful at this" he babbled

Hermione was crying herself, "Please tell me I'm not just an object and tell me you love me and you're not like Ron who just thought of me as a robot he could exploit and ruined our friendship and I fell in love with him like an idiot and I don't want to do that again"

In a breath, they were in each other's arms again, never wanting to let go, never wanting to leave each other, just wanting someone to complete them, to love them, to make them happy again.

Their sobs turned into deep breaths as they felt comfort in each other's arms; Hermione not minding Neville's tears on her hair, Neville ignoring Hermione's tears on his chest. Eventually their shudders of fear gave way to longing sighs of contentment.

"Hermione, I love you. I'm just scared; I know you just went through a lot, and I don't want to hurt you any more" Neville whispered.

"Nev, I fell in love with you for who you are. Never try to be anything else, please"

After a few minutes of warmth and comfort, Neville got enough confidence to gain a wicked smirk.

"Didn't you say something about making you come?" he whispered into her ear, causing a shudder, "You're my goddess. Teach me how to worship you"

"Kissing me again would be a good start" she smirked, licking her lips and looking at his. He gladly obliged, leaning into her and lowering her on the bed in his embrace.

"Did, um, Parvati teach you about erogenous zones?" she crinkled her nose awkwardly after the long kiss ended.

"Oh, I, well, no. She touched put my head where she needed me" Neville froze.

"Well, can I do that with you?" Hermione couldn't stop a smile

"Whenever you want, wherever you want," he returned her smile, "Where did Ron touch you that you liked?"

She snorted, "He wasn't very good at it. Didn't want to hear me lecture. I'm sure you don't"

"I asked you before; teach me" he whispered, his voice low and husky.

"Remember when you breathed into my ear?" she suggested

To her delight, he sucked on her earlobes, one right after another

"Mmmmm. There's a mark on my neck from earlier. How about you add some symmetry?" she breathed into his ear and stretched her head back to expose her throat again

"Even when you're not symmetrical you're irresistible" he replied, complying again, so happy to hear her moan. Now she had two red marks from his hungry mouth.

"Using our school scarves to cover the marks on our necks was a brilliant idea" he noted as he pulled his head up to examine his work.

"We're lucky I came back for a seventh year and you started your advanced placement classes" Hermione chuckled

"I'm just happy we can see each other at Hogwarts one more time, Hermione"

"When you're with me, the happiest memories of Hogwarts are with me too, Nev"

He leaned down to kiss her again.

"Your mouth on my nipples felt amazing earlier. Get back to that" she commanded

Neville made sure not to use his teeth on her, just suckling gently after peppering the curve of her breast with kisses. He had relished her moans from earlier, but these were different pitch and length. Her hands held him in place, her strong fingers weaving through his tousled hair. Hermione guided him from one breast to the other and back, setting her own pace for his attention. He didn't mind, even when she sank her nails into his scalp and tugged his hair.

With a cry she finally pushed him down to her hips, scissoring her thighs to catch his head with them. All Neville could do was kiss whatever skin he was confronted with, this time treating her thighs and covered mound. For a while she just held him there with her hands and legs, the other wizard just kissing and nuzzling.

He managed to poke his head out from her thighs, "I suppose it's better without your knickers?"

Hermione blushed and laughed. "Then you do it"

It was Neville's turn to blush. He kept his eyes on her face as she propped herself up on her elbows. Forgetting his wand made this whole thing harder, but frankly how he felt right now Neville concluded he'd make a mess out of that. There was something more intimate about feeling her skin, the cloth of her knickers as he pulled them down.

He wasn't sure what he expected in the first. All he could see was hair and pinkness, wet and very complex looking.

"Talk me through this" Neville finally spoke

"Well, what you are seeing is the vulva, the exterior part of the vagina", Hermione explained, keeping calm through her natural knack for explanation and analytical mind, "the vaginal opening itself is in the middle. See those folds? Those are the labia majora and minora"

"Keep talking dirty to me" Neville joked, but couldn't help but lick his lips.

"At the top is the clitoris-there's a hood of skin covering the glans. It's very, very sensitive"

"It's…it's all wet. Is that bad?" he asked

"Oh, quite the opposite. "

"Oh…" he suddenly realized what that meant, "may I..touch you?"

"Yes. Just be gentle" Hermione replied quietly, then shuddered at the touch. He was only using a single finger on her lips and moving it slowly, but it was already driving her insane. He circled in, then out.

"I've gotten in a lot of flowers…none like this." He babbled. She would have quipped at this, but was too busy noticing that she was stabbing into the mattress with her fingernails. When he brushed the hood of her clitoris she opened her mouth to moan but couldn't summon the sound, just gasping for air.

"Is…is this okay?" Neville asked as he probed his index finger into her.

"YES" They both moaned at the contact

The wizard felt the tight, warm, wet muscles contract around his finger. Hermione was everything to him; discovering this side of her was scary, confusing, but absolutely worth it. Feeling her body twitch, hearing her moans, seeing her lick her lips and close her eyes; he'd seen her stressed out by tests, terrified by the dark happenings at the school, scarred by the war, seeing her in this kind of pleasure made his heart leap.

Slowly, cautiously, Neville moved his finger around, in and out, stroking the inside of her.

"Don'tstop…twofingers…." The other Gryffindor gasped

Obediently, he added the second finger, not changing the pace, kissing her stomach and thighs.

It was a minute in, as he was sucking on the skin below her navel, that his for-once-skilled fingers finally found it. That one spot Hermione had read about and only found with her own fingers after many, many attempts. She hasn't expected him to find it by accident; but with Neville, sometimes he did the most amazing things with a combination of freak chance and determination.

"THERE!" she screamed

Neville froze. What now? His wrist and arm had been working and now suddenly stopped. She was clenching her legs around his torso, her passage around his fingers, and her back twisting and arching.

"KEEP! DOING! THAT!" Hermione gasped out, immediately getting Neville to resume his finger work.

Wishing to make sure, he used his other hand to pull himself level to her sweating chest and suckled a hardened nipple as he tried to once again find the spot. This only took a second.

Hermione's mind exploded-she wasn't exactly trying to stave off a climax, but was rather shocked how powerful it felt, more than it had with her own fingers or with Ron. Suddenly strong fingers stroked inside her as a sensitized breast was treated by a hot wet mouth. Too much. It was all too much. Then everything was white and hot and she was shrieking Neville's name.

She was so dazed she didn't notice Neville immediately pull out his fingers and pull himself onto his arms to hover above her. She could hear him say something, but was too busy trying to breathe again.

"Say something! Hermione, please! Are you all right?" she could hear Neville cry.

She just grabbed his head and kissed him.

"I told you to make me orgasm, and you did just that" she explained patiently.

Neville smiled despite his shock, "So, what did I touch?"

"Called the g-spot. You know, I actually didn't think it existed until I found mine. It's certainly debated in medical circles and many muggles don't have them or think it exists"

"I hate those kinds of controversies. Sometimes Luna drives me mental with them"

"You never slept with her, did you?"

"Hermione, I went out with her once. She's honestly the best friend I have besides you and Harry, but we're not compatible" It was Neville's turn to lecture to her.

"How so?"

"For one thing, when I'm scared with her, it's because she might be right. When I'm scared with you, it's because I know you're right. Her eyes are blue, not brown. Her hair is straight and blonde, not brown and bushy. I didn't meet her on the Hogwarts express. She didn't save my life. She didn't keep me going day after day in Snape's dungeon. She's not the smartest, kindest, most beautiful witch in the world. I love Luna, but never in the way I love you" He looked into her eyes as he said it.

"Now you've done it" Hermione turned serious

"Done-done what?" Neville turned pale, looking like he'd been stabbed.

"Made me want the adorable, loyal, clumsy boy, that turned into the tall dark and handsome hero, inside me" Hermione licked her lips as they turned into a smirk

Neville flushed from white to bright red, but tried to laugh it off-"Well then I'm sorry; you don't get the tall dark and handsome hero, just me"

Hermione laughed as she climbed on top of him, straddling him, her knees firmly planted around his hips.

The small skinny witch looked like a goddess to the wizard below her. Her hair was tousled, sweat beading on her slightly tanned skin, her nipples flushed red and fully erect, her smooth stomach rising and falling in and out; Neville just gaped up at her.

"Neville" she noticed his reaction, "It's just me."

"I know. That's why I'm in awe. It's my only reaction" he murmured

She leaned down to hold his head to kiss him. It took a little while before they remembered what they were trying to do, and Hermione backed up to sit down on him. Their hands met as they guided his member in, and once he was in, their eyes met too. Neville, breathing quickly and shallowly, noticed how Hermione's chest rose and fell in the same rhythm. She was tight and hot and wet around him, and he struggled to breathe. Hermione was busy herself adjusting to the penetration, the pressure making her heart race. Her last experience had been quite unpleasant. It took a while to get used to that feeling again.

No sooner did Neville finally start to relax than he felt her move. Hermione slowly moved back and forth, lifting up and down very slightly. Her hands had moved to his chest to support herself, Neville moaning at her touch. She slowly humped him, twitching her hips, her stomach flexing along with it. Right now she was just going with what felt good, experimenting with the motion.

"S-should I do something?" Neville reminded her of their confusion.

"If you can match me in the rhythm, we might-OH" she was cut off as he reached around to grasp her bum and try just that. Soon he was matching her in the rhythm, a strange and scary dance that became more and more irresistible as they continued.

Hermione twitched around him, her hands clenching in his chest hair, making him instinctively grip harder on her soft round cheeks. Neville was soon gasping for air as they kept moving, instinctively going faster and harder. She fell forward to kiss him, swallowing his deep breaths with her own.

Something inside Hermione snapped after a few minutes, and she fell backwards, barely catching herself by holding down on Neville's thighs. That sight of his oldest friend, his best teacher, his most precious person in the world at the brink spurred the boy wizard. Suddenly he was pushing himself up, one hand to wrap around her to grab her back, the other plunging between themselves. He found himself sucking on her lips, her neck, and her nipples in quick succession as she leaned forward and back. His hand, meanwhile found her clitoris after a little bit of groping. At this point, she tensed; her legs suddenly curled around his hips and her arms crushed herself against him, pushing him in deeper, tightening around him.

With a few sharp thrusts, Neville finally came with a gasp and a had just enough consciousness to remember she wasn't quite done yet, and used every bit of his remaining energy to press his right index finger onto her clitoris, his left hand to clutch at her bum, and press his mouth onto hers. He caught the first part of her scream in his mouth, but had to gasp for air, hearing her cry out "-VILLE!"

As Hermione went limp against him, Neville fell back against the bed, letting her use his chest as a pillow. His first reaction to panic made him freeze as she lay very still on top of him. After a minute, he regained his bearings.

"I know you're probably tired of me asking this" he panted, "but-"

"Neville, I am perfectly fine. Fine would be an understatement at this point." She looked up from his chest to grin at him, looking tired but very satisfied.

He laughed, then planted a kiss on her hair as she nuzzled him, wrapping his arms around her.

"I should teach you about cunnilingus" she murmured into his chest, "I think you'd be good at it."

"I'm up for anything you have in mind, as long as it's a night like this"

"Why limit ourselves to nights?"

"Good point" Neville laughed again before closing his eyes and falling asleep to her dreamy sighs and warm body still in his arms, the scent of her hair sending him to sweet dreams. His own snores and warmth took Hermione to sleep soon afterward.