Disclaimer: All original characters, situations and plot ideas belong to JK Rowling. I make no profit from this.

Warning: This story is rated M for sexual situations and scenes, language, and darker themes in the story.

**SEXUAL SCENES AHEAD**

A Riven Heart

Chapter 25

August 19th, 2006

Her back arched and a snarl escaped her throat as she threw her head back into the mirror behind her. Neville filled her entirely, stretching every inch of her core, his erection pushed against every sensitive bit of her. She panted as he stood frozen next to her, his hands twitching on her hips.

"Fuck, are you okay? Fuck." he bit out, jaw line rigid and the cords in his neck stood out as he attempted to control himself. She could see the hard edge slowly softening, and something close to shame flickering over his face.

But she wasn't a some delicate flower.

Her hands rose up to his shoulders, clutching at the fabric of his tee shirt. "Take it off!" She demanded. She wanted to feel his skin. She wanted to claw at his back. She wanted him to move.

She jerked her hips against him as hard as she was able, the dresser and his body trapping her as they were, and it made him growl. He pushed her head to the side and kissed her neck, her ear, her throat. But kept his hips completely still, allowing her to get used to him, stretching her in the most perfect of ways. She cried for him to move, she begged him for it, but instead he groped at her breasts. Then he leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, groaning when he heard her cry out again. He sucked and licked and kissed and then dragged his teeth along the underside of her breast before switching his attention to the other.

The sexual heat was too much. She heard herself whimpering but didn't care, because this man was making her feel like she was being kissed on every inch of her skin. He was worshiping her and filling her and completing her.

He was ravishing her other nipple with his tongue and teeth, focusing steadily on making her sob as she was, his length still buried inside her.

She jerked her hips again in protest, clawing at his shirt. She couldn't take much more.

"You want me to take it off?" he mumbled into the skin on her breasts, continuing to keep his hips still, yet aligned with hers, he teased her breasts with his mouth again and again, wanting nothing more than to her to continue making those sounds.

"Please, oh please Neville."

Her breathy voice begging him finally settled the dangerous edge he had been feeling all day. Her body was perfection beneath his. Her cheeks flushed with sex, chest rising quickly with every breath, she peeked up at him through her sleek bangs and her violet eyes were begging him. He could never deny her anything.

He released her hips briefly, just long enough to tear off his tee shirt and then his hands were on her again. His mouth found hers and finally, finally he was moving inside of her. He set a pace that was hard and fast, one that made her sob. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips like hers dug into his shoulders, nails biting at the skin.

He pounded her, the dresser beneath them shifting with every thrust he made. He took out all of his anger and all of his frustration on her, showing no mercy in his thrusts. He wanted her to scream. And she did.

She cried out over and over again, never before feeling so possessed, so stretched with pleasure. When she finally came, it was sharp and loud and quick, her vision shattering and her body melting against his. He petted her as she took gulping breaths.

He slowed way down, gentling her, taking care of her.

He reached down and cupped her bottom again, picking her up and taking her to her bed. He laid her down so gently, never leaving her, and covered her body with his. The sheets beneath her felt like clouds.

"I want to try something." he mumbled into her ear, voice heavy with sex and none of the anger that rode him before.

He petted her arms, sliding his hands down and gripping her hands in his. He brought them up above her head, holding them down. He started to move inside her again, slowly but making every movement go deep. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Before long she was whimpering beneath him as heat bubbled up inside her again. He didn't stop, he kept that mercilessly slow pace making her cry out with every movement. When she cried his name, he clamped her hands with his own and brushed the palms of her hands with his thumbs, pushing his magic into her like he did before. This time, the intent was all sex.

Her eyes went wide as her body bucked hard against his, screaming out. He held her hands down and kept up the rate, slow but deep as magic pulsed inside of her.

She kept screaming, feeling his sex magic prickle through her, spreading out and intensifying her orgasm by a million. A hundred million.

He didn't stop.

Before long her voice started going out, her body jerking back and forth beneath him as a sexual high she had never known before completely consumed her. Heat was drowning her in waves until she felt him pick up the pace and then the heat turned searing. His magic tasted like sex and earth and rain. It felt like Neville and the most intimate and unyielding of sexual pleasures.

She thought she might've begged, she definitely screamed. Nothing had ever felt so good before, the magic going straight through her body, hammering on her nipples, on her stomach, on the sensitive bud between her legs. Neville kept sliding his length in and out of her, his hands holding down her own. She felt something snap and she shattered again beneath him, he felt as she squeezed him and he came with her, releasing her hands and shuddering as his own orgasm filled him.

It took a long time for her to calm down, sweat dripping from her body, her lungs begging for air.

It was only when he lifted himself off her, his head finally clearing, that he realized just how hard he had taken her.

"Pansy," he gasped. "Oh gods I'm sorry." He watched as a tear leaked from her eye, he brushed it away with his thumb. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Pansy?"

"Didn't." She croaked, voice ragged and almost completely gone. "Didn't hurt."

He pulled away from her, wiping sweat away from his brow, feeling ashamed. He ran his hands gently over her, pulling her skirt off fully, pulling the remains of her bra off her arms. He tugged her limp body into his arms and hugged her.

"It could've been you… instead of Heather… it could've been you…" he tucked his naked body around hers.

She understood some of his fear now. Heather had been brutalized right next to the room where Pansy worked. If it had been a random attack, if Pansy had been there instead…

"I'm so sorry." he said again.

"Stop." She said. "Please stop apologizing. You didn't hurt me." Her voice was still a croak, like she had lost her voice. Her arms felt like jelly, but she lifted them and wrapped them around his back, nuzzling her face into his chest. They took the moment to fully relax, holding on to each other, gaining their breath back. "I really want to know how you do that… push your magic into me like that…"

"I have no idea… it feels good to do it though, like it wants you as much as I want you…"

"There's a difference, you know." She said to him, voice barely a whisper.

"Difference?" He asked.

"Between what we just did and what it would take to hurt me."

He thought about that for a long minute. "How is it different?"

She looked up at him, catching his eyes with her own. "What we did was rough, but brought me so much pleasure… what he would do was just about pain."

Just went Neville opened his mouth to say something Theo's voice floated up to them over the balcony.

"You guys need anything up there? Some snacks? A whiskey? A cigarette?"

Neville laughed as Pansy groaned.

"You yell at him, my voice is gone." She buried her head in his chest, cheeks going red with embarrassment.

"I don't want to yell at him. I'm starting to feel kind of proud."

"Damn stubborn Gryffindor."