Another chapter! I feel that I should warn that there is mature content in this chapter. I haven't really went into detail so far about that, but really I didn't want to with the whole Willow/Roger bit. But, as I said before, the story is rated M for a reason...
The title and lyrics are from Adele's song, "Make You Feel My Love." I was going through my music tonight and came across it, and it really sums up Neville and Willow, so I thought it would be a good one :)
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.
Nothing that I wouldn't do.
Go to the ends of the Earth for you,
To make you feel my love...
To make you feel my love...
Last warning for M content...
"You mean to tell me that I have been following that bastard this whole time?" Remus growled.
Rowena had filled him in on everything they had discussed the night before, sending him into a near meltdown.
"You don't think he set James and Lily up, do you?"
The whispered question hung in the air, gaining different reactions. Rowena looked distraught, but nodded with some conviction. Harry and Snape both paled, each of them seeming to swell with anger after the shock wore off. Neville, on the other hand, seemed to be thinking very hard, the cogs of his mind working non stop. If the headmaster DID set the Potters up, then who's to say he hadn't done the same to his parents?
Willow could feel the tension in the room and wanted to diffuse it as soon as possible. If not, Harry and Severus might just kill the headmaster before the day was out.
"We need to find out if he did, but for now we need to make for certain that Albus doesn't suspect that we know. He doesn't know that Mum knows his secrets; he just thinks she's still mad at him over her parents. We have that advantage, so it wouldn't be prudent for any of you to go and kill him right now." She said, glaring at the two dark haired men in the corner.
Harry and Snape seemed to notice one another and their similar stances, moving away in disgust and horror. Willow snorted, shaking her head.
"If it's true, and he did have a hand in their murders, then I want you to know that when the time comes, he will suffer greatly." Willow said softly, gazing intently at Harry.
No one spoke, watching the two teens. Harry nodded slightly.
"I promise the same for your father." He said. Willow bowed her head, smiling slightly.
"I wouldn't have expected anything less."
...
The process of unbinding hers and Harry's magic was exhausting, to say the least. Severus and Rowena used everything they had in them to make for certain the teens were free, almost collapsing when they were finished.
As Alastair helped Rowena over to one of the sofas, Willow took Severus's arm, and ignoring his glare, led him to sit down.
"Now, " Rowena began, tiredly, " I need someone to check their levels again. I would, but I think that Severus and I are out of commission for the moment." she chuckled weakly.
Remus smiled and stepped forward, checking Harry first. When his results appeared, he handed them straight over to the potions master. Willow watched as his eyes bulged, handing the paper over to her mother. Remus blocked her mothers reaction, as he performed the spell on her as well, handing the results over once more.
They watched as the two adults shared a look. Severus handed the two pieces of parchment over to Remus, who sat down weakly as he read what they said.
"Oh come on! You're killing us here!" Willow exclaimed, crossing her arms.
Rowena snorted and shook her head.
"Do you remover what I said about Tom and Albus's power last night? That they would be up in the hundreds?" Rowena asked, looking at the two. When they nodded, she motioned for Remus to hand them the papers.
Willow took hers and looked down at the numbers, reaching out and grabbing Neville's hand.
"Holy shi-!"
"Language, Willow!" Hermione reprimanded, causing the others to chuckle.
She looked up at Neville, who had been reading over her shoulder. All the color had drained from his face.
In truth, it scared him a little. He knew the spell that Snape had done to check their levels; his Gran had been checking his since he was old enough to walk. While not weak, his was only sixty-eight. His Gran had went on and on that his fathers was in the eighties, and that he should work on getting close to that number.
But Willow...
"A hundred and ninety?" Hermione screeched as she leaned over and read the paper. She looked at Harry and snatched his out of his hand, scanning the parchment.
Harry didn't even seem to notice; he had a glazed look in his eyes and his mouth was hanging open as he stared off into space.
Hermione ogled him.
"His is a hundred and ninety-five!"
Willow, who was shell-shocked, snapped out of her stupor and slapped Harry on the back of the head.
"Stupid Potter! Always gotta one up me, don't you!" She huffed.
Harry grinned sheepishly and the room at large started to laugh, save for Snape.
Neville looked over to Rowena, his worry evident on his face.
"H-how is it s-so large..?" He stammered.
Rowena smiled softly at him. As much as it hurt her to even look at the boy, he couldn't help but make her smile. He acted just like Frank had and she could see him in his son.
"I would assume its because of the prophecies. They are destined to fight two very powerful wizards, Neville. They will have to be equals on the battlefield. Magic just took over and made it possible."
She looked back to her daughter, her eyes serious.
"We need to test it now. Try the simplest spell you can think of. Nothing fancy, you two. We just need to see where you need work."
Willow nodded, and with a tiny smile, lifted her wand.
"Papilio Pluviam!"
It was a simple spell that she had found in one of her mothers earlier spell books. It was a charm that was supposed to summon a large amount of butterflies, that at the time, she never could get right. Her attempts had only produced a dozen at the most.
But this time, the entire room filled to the brim with a beautiful array of them. Thousands upon thousands of butterflies fluttered about them, landing on their heads and arms.
Hermione gave a delighted squeal, holding out her hand, as about twenty Zebra Swallowtails landed on the outstretched limb.
Willow looked stunned, turning to Rowena and saying, softly, " I never could produce this many... "
Rowena smiled, and with a wave of her wand the, the butterflies disappeared. She gestured to Harry next, who looked a little worried.
"I don't really know what to do... I mean, most of e spells I know are for defense.." He began.
"No worries, child. I know just the one." Rowena said, holding her wand up.
"Just give yours a flick like this," she said, demonstrating, " and say Orchideous!"
As she said it, a large bouquet of wild flowers appeared in her out stretched hand. Harry smiled, looking a bit more confident.
He raised his wand, copying what she had showed him.
"Orchideous!"
A huge mountain of white roses appeared, falling past his hand with a loud thump. The room was filled with silence for a moment, before they all started laughing.
"Well, if all else fails Harry, you can summon a ton of roses and flatten Voldemort with them." Willow said, laughing. Harry snickered.
"Yeah. Of course, your herd of butterflies are sure to be able to win the entire war for us." Harry said sarcastically, bowing slightly.
She smacked his shoulder, laughing.
"Git."
"Alright you two, " Rowena said, smiling, " we need to start teaching you how to control your magic first, then we can move onto expanding it."
She waved her wand in the direction of the back wall, and about a dozen targets appeared.
"I want you to start with basic first year spells. Don't try to show off and over do it; one of your spells might ricochet and hit one of us." She said, waving her wand again and sending all the furniture back against the far wall.
"Harry, you stick to the left and Willow, to the right. You can begin."
They began with a volley of basic Stupifys, or what used to be basic. The lowest form of the spell produced a light red jet of light, about the size of a yard stick, but theirs glowed so bright, it light the room up with an angry red color. The bolts were no longer long and skinny; now, they were about the size of a large boa constrictor, width and length. Other then the first initial shock on their faces, neither said a word at the change.
Rowena paced behind them, telling them when they could change the spells up.
Neville watched in fascination as his girlfriend's spells grew stronger, and more powerful, until she cracked the stone wall behind one of her targets.
Everyone stopped, looking between the break in the stone and the one that cast it. Willow stared with complete and utter surprise
"I didn't mean to do that... " she whispered, dropping her wand to her side. She turned to her mother, her face holding a bit of fear.
"I was thinking about Albus... And , well, I ..." She broke off, gesturing towards the wall. Rowena gave a bit of a forced smile, walking over and putting her arm around her daughter.
"Go ahead and keep practicing, Harry. I just need to talk to Willow for a moment." The older woman said. Harry nodded, shooting Willow a worried glance before getting back to task.
Rowena led her to the farthest corner of the room, throwing up a Silencing Charm.
"I know it's strange, child. And I know that you feel bad for wanting to hurt someone. Am I correct?"
Willow nodded, looking down at the wand in her hand, like it had betrayed her.
"I... I know that Albus has done some really bad things, Mum... But... I just can't find it in my heart to say I'm doing the right thing, that k-killing him is best..." She trailed off, looking back up and giving a sad smile.
"Does that make me weak? To know that someone as Dark as Albus is causing all this pain and still feeling sorry for him? Not knowing, in that final moment, if I can actually rid the world of him?" She whispered.
Rowena tried to remain calm on the outside, but she was joyous inside. She had wondered, after her talk with Severus, if Willow would end up like Tom. Severus had said that the girl had been fascinated with the Dark Arts and that she, with the aid of others, had even managed to obtain followers during her time in America.
But to hear her say that she felt pity for the man that put her in the hell she had endured, well, it just made Rowena thank whoever was watching over them that her little girl was still pure in her heart.
"No, child. It doesn't make you weak. In fact, it makes you stronger. Your father would jump at the chance to kill his enemy; so would Albus. That is their weakness. They fell no pity, no remorse for the destruction they cause. It makes them weak because they have no conscious, no control; only blood-lust."
"But you Willow, you know that to take a life is wrong, no matter how much the other deserves it. You feel despair in your heart at the thought of taking Albus's life. That is your strength. Your conscious is there, which means you have control over your actions. You know the right and the wrong of the situation. You will only be weak when the day comes that you can take a life and you don't feel pity for them."
Willow looked up at her and nodded, gripping her wand tightly.
"I think I'm ready to continue."
...
The month seemed to fly by as they continued to train. Even with Roger still hovering nearby and Albus shooting her suspicious glances, Willow felt more in control now then she ever had.
Once their training began, Rowena had announced, to a very irate Albus, that she would be continuing her stay until she felt her daughter was safe. He politely explained that, as Headmaster, he couldn't allow a guest to stay at the castle that long, that it would disrupt the other students.
To which Minerva icily told him that he was lying out his backside, that if he didn't grant them permission, she would go to the governors and tell them exactly WHY Rowena wanted to make sure her daughter was safe.
That shut him up.
So, between training, spending time with her mother, and trying to keep up with all her studies, it seemed that she and Neville had less and less time together. Not wanting to lose what precious few moments they had alone, she came up with a plan to give them time together.
She worked it out with Pomona that she and Neville would work in the greenhouses two nights a week, just the two of them. It was the perfect opportunity for them to spend time together, doing what they each loved.
One night in last week of November, though, changed their relationship forever.
...
Willow leaned back, wiping a dirty hand across her forehead. They had been at it for hours, it seemed. She glanced over at the pile of bulbs they still had that needed to be planted, groaning softly. She loved being Pomona's assistant and everything, but the old witch was going to kill her and Neville before it was over with.
She got up from where she crouched in front of a flower bed, walking over to the door, wanting some fresh air. She pushed against it, but it wouldn't budge.
"Um, Neville... I can't get the door open..." She said, putting all her weight into it and shoving it with her shoulder. He dropped his trowel and stood up, walking over and holding a hand out to stop her.
"Let me try..."
He shoved against it and it moved an inch or two, letting a large amount of snow trickle in and cover their shoes. He peered out the crack, his eyes widening.
"Um.. I think we're stuck for the night," he chuckled nervously, moving back and motioning for her to look. She stepped forward and peered out, gasping at what she saw.
There was snow piled up against the door, bypassing the halfway point by at least a foot. Everything as far as she could see was white; there wasn't even an outline of the castle as the snow poured down on them. She moved back, grasping the handle and pulling the door to.
Her mind seemed to come to a halt at what this meant. They were alone. For the whole night. They hadn't told anyone they were even coming down tonight. No one would miss them toll morning. They could probably attempt it, but it would be foolish to try it so late.
She looked up at him and all the tensions that had been building between them for the past months seemed to come to a head all at once. She blushed deeply, her eyes going down to the floor as she stumbled over to the table.
"W-w-well, I g-guess we're here for the n-night. . . " she whispered, still looking down. Neville smiled, heat rising to his cheeks as he took her words in.
"So what should we do first?" He asked, looking around the room.
Willow's eyes widened and she looked up at him, her mouth hanging open.
"W-what do you mean?" She whispered.
"Do you think you could transfigure us some beds? I'm not too good at large transformations and I'd rather not sleep on the floor if I can help it." He chuckled, before looking up and seeing her scared expression.
"What's wrong, Will?"
He went straight to her, pulling her against his chest and looking down into her eyes. "What's wrong, luv? Are you okay?" He whispered, reaching up and tucking her hair behind her ear. She took a shaky breath, letting out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I'm f-fine. J-just tired, is all, I guess."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, but let her go, holding onto her hand.
"I should be able to make us some beds.." She said, blushing at the word. She took out her wand and let go of Neville, walking around the room to find something to transfigure. She picked a pot the was laying by the door and felt his eyes suddenly. She debated on whether or not she should make two of them, but really, they had slept together on the couch in the common room so many times that to be hesitant now would be silly.
She cleared the room with a wave of her wand, sending everything back to rest against the wall and sat her pot down in the middle. She grinned slightly, her eyes flicking to his for just a moment. He was leaning against the back wall, watching her with the most peculiar grin on his face, his arms crossed against his chest. Her stomach gave a flutter and she felt a strange tingling and warmth spread to her lower abdomen, making her face heat up.
"If anything, my idiotic blushing should keep us warm," she thought with a grumble, dropping her gaze back to the task at hand. With a few complicated wand movements, the pot transformed, turning into a large, dark oak bed, complete with a thick, hunter green duvet. She blushed again, cursing under her breath at her face, and looked back up at him. He was still smiling as he made his way over to her, looking at the bed appreciatively.
"If I had tried that, we would have ended up buried under the roof after it collapsed in on us." he chuckled, making her laugh.
"At least we would have been warm." She added. He closed in, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him, making her breath hitch. He looked down at her, his eyes full of warmth and happiness. He captured her lips with his own, softly. She felt the tension from earlier loosen up as his other hand grazed up her back to her hair, tangling his fingers into to gently as he deepened the kiss.
She knew what he wanted. But if she was honest with herself, then it was what she wanted too. Every time they touched she felt it; that tingling heat that seemed to creep up her body, leaving her hot and frustrated by the end of the day.
She just didn't know if she could do it. She wanted to, but dammit, she was still scared. She cursed Roger in her mind as Neville began to trace little circles on her back, his hand working its way under her shirt slowly. She loved Neville; she could no longer deny it and she didn't want to. And she wanted to give herself to him, to let him have full access to every bit of her; body, mind, and soul.
But how was she ever going to be able to do that with that bastard in the back of her mind, ruining every good thing that happened between them?
She moved away from him slowly, trying to clear to her head. "I think before we go to bed we need a shower." She whispered, making him smile. She blushed again, thinking about what she said.
"I mean - well - I need a shower and stuff, so, yeah. . ." She mumbled, making him laugh. She walked over to the table against the wall, transfiguring a trowel, another pot, and a glove into a little corner shower, a towel, and a night shirt. She turned, her eyes darting from his face to the floor, pointing to the shower.
"I'm gonna. . take - yeah . . ."
She went behind the divide, stripping her dirt covered cloths and throwing them over the side, adding her bra and knickers, before climbing in and turning the water on. As she scrubbed her dirty hands under the flow, she couldn't help but think that this had to be one of the most awkwardest showers she had ever taken, and she began chuckling loudly.
Neville sat down on the bed, running a hand over the cover, admiring her work. He glanced up when he heard her giggle, a grin forming as he listened to her. He wanted this night to be perfect for her. He knew she was scared and any other time it would have made him rethink what he was doing, but tonight he saw the look in her eyes when she realized they were alone. He saw them darken with the same want that he had. He stood and walked over, grabbing the other glove and turning it into a towel. He would sleep in his undershirt and boxers, afraid to transfigure anything else without it catching fire, or something equally embarrassing.
He leaned against the wall, hearing the water stop. She got out, grabbing her towel from the divider and drying off, throwing on her sleep shirt and walking around to the other side. She gasped as he appeared right behind the divide, that smile still on his lips, and she felt her face heat up. His eyes traveled down her body, staying on the areas that her shirt was wet and clinging to her skin. The heat moved from her face down her body, settling comfortably in her lower half. She moved over to him slowly, her eyes locked on his, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.
"I'll be in bed." She whispered, letting go and moving to settle on the bed. He didn't need to be told twice, rushing around the divide and stripping down in recorded time. She chuckled lightly as she pulled the covers down, jumping in and snuggling into the brown sheets. She lay back, gazing up at the frosted glass ceiling of the greenhouse, laughing at the weirdness of current situation she had gotten herself into. She inhaled deeply, loving the earthy smell that surrounded her, calming her nerves.
"At least we didn't have to use any fertilizer tonight," she thought with a chuckle as she heard the water cut off. He appeared a moment later, wearing a white tank and blue boxers, seeming nervous for the first time tonight. He hesitated before walking over and getting into bed. Willow extinguished the lamps with a flick of her wand, sending them into a comfortable darkness. The frosted windows seemed to glow around them, adding an almost unearthly light to everything in the room, but to her it was beautiful.
She lay back against the pillows, turning over on her side to face him. He followed her movements, smiling timidly as he scooted closer to her.
"I - do you mind I-if I -?" He whispered, breaking off as his face heated up. She chuckled and snuggled closer, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and leaning over to kiss him.
It started out light; he coaxed her lips apart, and their tongues entwined softly, moving in a slow dance as his fingers twirled in her long, black hair. She let out a moan, and it seemed to make him braver. His hand left her hair, going under the cover to the hem of her shirt, going under and making his way up her thigh slowly.
She felt his hand shaking as he made his way up, the urge to laugh almost taking over. The most he had ever done in their three months of dating, besides snogging, was feel her up one night in the common room, and she still thought it was probably an accident. When he reached her breast, she felt his hand falter and looked up at him. His eyes were wide as he seemed to realize what he was doing and she couldn't hold it in any more. She started to laugh, grabbing him and pulling him to her, kissing his cheek.
He looked offended at first, and tried to remove his hand, but she held it still, kissing his lips.
"A-am I doing it wrong?" he whispered when she broke away. She shook her head, smiling softly. "No, it's perfect." She chuckled once more, this time earning one from him as well. She took a deep breath, moving away and setting up on her knees, looking into his eyes once more as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
She didn't move at first. She couldn't, really. This was the first time she had ever willingly been this exposed. She watched his eyes move from her face down to her chest, darkening slightly in dim light. His eyes swept downward still, taking in the gentle curves of her body.
As Neville's eyes made their way back up to her eyes he offered her a gentle smile. Her eyes were a mix of desire and fear, and the way she curled in on herself slightly told Neville everything he needed to know. Reaching a hand up Neville moved a lock of her hair from her face as he spoke, "You're beautiful Willow."
Willow's eyes softened and she relaxed as she saw the sincerity in his eyes. Taking a deep breath she slid back in against him, unsurprised as she felt his arousal pressing against her, "I'm sorry..."
Neville gave a slow shake of his head, "We don't have to, you know…"
Willow chuckled lightly, running her hand down his stomach and grinning as he let out a slow breath of anticipation, "You have me here, naked and alone, and you're still a gentleman."
Neville's reply was cut off as she ran her hand lower, running it lightly over his arousal. Willow leaned forward capturing his lips as she started exploring his body. This was something that had been taken from her before, and Merlin be damned, she wasn't going to live the rest of her life in fear of that single night.
Neville's hands wandered back up and cupped her breasts as she slid her hand into his boxers, relishing in the warm flesh she found there. Their kisses quickly turned more passionate as they lost themselves in the feeling of one another. Willow let out a low growl as Neville ran a thumb over her nipple and she pulled back, grasping at the hem of his shirt.
Willow climbed onto her knee's as she pulled the shirt over his head, desperate to feel his body against hers completely. Neville moaned as she pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his hips leaving only the thin cotton of his boxers between them. Willow lost herself in his kisses again as she rubbed herself against him, Neville's mouth fought to go lower, seeking her breasts as she rocked gently. As his warm mouth captured a hard pink nipple and suckled it gently she let out a moan of pleasure as the sensations coursed through her body.
Neville broke away again and looked up into her eyes, his need becoming more and more desperate as he felt her warmth against him. Seeing the fire in his eyes Willow worked her way down his body, stripping away the last bit of his clothing as she went. Her eyes locked onto his arousal as soon as it was freed and she grinned to herself before she planted a few soft kissing along the tip of it.
"Please…" Neville begged, the hot breath and soft lips against him promising so much more. Willow gave one final slow kiss before she climbed back and settled over his hips again.
Neville watched in a haze of desire as she reached down and guided him towards her slit. With a long moan she lowered herself slowly, her body accommodating slowly to allow him entrance as they both lost themselves in the pleasure of the moment.
Willow sighed as she finally managed to bury him completely inside of her, filling her perfectly. Her body protested only slightly at the fullness and she lay forward again, catching his lips as she very gently started rocking again. Neville moaned as the warmth surrounded him, amazed at how something could feel so soft and hot at the same time. Neville ran his hands up her sides, bring them to rest on each side of her face as they kissed softly, both completely aware of how their relationship had just completely changed.
There was no going back now.
Willow let her face be pulled away as Neville stared deeply into her eyes. His eyes promised her the world in that very moment, and Willow finally started to understand exactly how special he was. The part of her mind that had been so clouded with memories of Roger faded away at last and the gently caresses and motions of their bodies started to wash away the pain of her past.
Willow gave into the driving needs of her body and started pulling away with every rock of her body, causing each thrust to bring a moan from both of them. She felt him thickening inside of her as her body turned to fire under his touches. Each caress sent tingles all through her and each moan of his pounded home to need to explode. Willow howled out his name as the fire finally erupted inside of her and she felt him go rigid underneath her.
With a final thrust she collapsed down onto his chest, her body shaking in pleasure as she felt him pulsing inside of her, his seed filling her already molten core. Neville wrapped his arms around her body, holding her against him as they fought to still the furious beating of their hearts. Willow smiled and snuggled into his embrace, allowing herself to simply enjoy the peace of the moment as they both mentally replayed everything that had just occurred.
Willow finally let out a long contented sigh and pulled herself up to look down at him again. A gentle smirk graced her face as she bent down and gave him a long loving kiss, before breaking away and sighing deeply.
"I l-love you, Neville... I never honestly thought I would ever say that to anyone, but I do.." She whispered, laying her forehead against his.
Neville smiled gently, holding her tightly against him.
"I love you, too."
She moved away, laying beside of him, snuggling in at his side. Neither spoke a word after that, both content to let the moment become a memory as they slowly drifted off to sleep in each others arms.
- Well, I do hope you enjoyed this chapter! I played it a bit low-key. I'm not really that good at romance and love scenes with these two, unlike my Blood Series, but honestly, lol, who couldn't write about Draco Malfoy in a sexual manner? I mean, he is the embodiment of sex!
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