He moaned and gasped into the darkness as heat surrounded his throbbing cock. He bit his lip when a tongue swirled around the head, causing his heart and breath to speed up as the pleasure began to build. He bucked against the bed as the tight, hot sheath rose and fell around him. The mouth sucked and licked, causing his balls to tighten as the growing pressure spread through him.
Thoughts of dark lipstick smudges smeared up his length spurred him on as he tried to gain more friction. The lips tightened as the tongue swirled around his head again. His hands flew out, looking for something to grip onto as the mouth sucked and continued to tease him into insanity.
His eyes widened in panic as he felt his balls tighten at the first sign of orgasm. He was going to mess his boxers again. He looked down to find Pansy smirking up at him. Her pale gaze finished him off as the rolling waves of pleasure hit him. He cried out again as his hands curled into the bedclothes. It had been real. Knowing that seemed to intensify the waves. He came in a moment of blinding pleasure as he held onto the bedclothes, her mouth still working him.
Slowly as he returned from the brink, she smiled and wiped her mouth before falling down beside him. She sighed in contentment as she stroked his chest.
"Did someone enjoy that?" she whispered into the dark. He nodded eagerly as his breath returned to normal.
"I thought I was dreaming again." He admitted before a blush filled his cheek at his admission.
"Oh, so you've dreamt about this before?" She smirked. He rubbed his face in embarrassment and tiredness as he tried to wake up.
"I've dreamt of you a lot," He smiled as he rolled over to pull her to him.
"So have I," she admitted huskily.
"Really?" He asked, pulling back to look at her. She nodded with a grin before kissing his cheek.
"And… do you…" He didn't know how to say it as his blush darkened. He was happy for the cover of darkness to disguise it. She grinned, flashing her bright white, perfect teeth at him as she winked.
"I always enjoy them if that's what you mean?" She asked cheekily.
"Merlin!" he swore as he brushed the hair out of her face.
"What?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.
"You are so hot!" He said as he looked at her. She was in her pyjama's, the ones he'd first seen down in the common room. Thin dark straps which crisscrossed across her skin. Taut lace triangles of material which clung to her small breasts. Even the dim light couldn't hide the dark circles of her nipples. He cast his eyes further down and was met by the sight of tight lace shorts which clung to every curve. He groaned with desire before meeting her eyes again. She still looked slightly too thin as her skin hugged her ribs a little too tightly.
"I'm passable." She rolled her eyes.
"Sweetheart, as I've already confessed, you are my dream woman. You are perfect."
"ok, I'm perfect." She smirked and shrugged.
"Yeah! You, my darling, are the perfect angler."
"Excuse me?" She laughed. As she pulled back.
"Fishing for compliments. You know you're stunning!"
"It's nice to hear it every now and then," She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, so now I don't tell you enough?" Neville asked with a chuckle.
"Shush! You're going to wake the rest of the dorm!" She giggled back.
"Speaking of which, what are you doing here?"
"I thought it was pretty obvious…" She grinned.
"It was, it's just unexpected. I thought we were going to be subtle." Neville replied. Pansy rolled over and wiggled her bottom into his lap as she made sure she was pressed up against him. He wrapped his arms around her, cocooning her.
"I don't see that there's much of a need any more. Hannah isn't going to be coming back. For them, the best-case scenario is that all three only get expelled. So Hannah can't send her little poisoned-quill notes any more, and the only other two…" she shrugged as his grip tightened. "I just don't see that there's a need any more."
"What about any of the other Slytherin's, or any of the Purebloods for that matter. What if they report back."
"Ok, we'll cool the public displays of affection. However, this is not public." She whispered as she raised and kissed his hand.
"I'm not complaining," Neville muttered as he closed his eyes again. The scent of her hair, making him smile as he pulled the covers over them. The air within the tower had dropped, and he knew that they were probably going to expect snow soon. He smirked to himself as he moved his arms, letting his thumb brush one of the triangles of lace and felt her stiffen in his arms as her breath caught. "Now come on, let's get back to sleep." He moved his hand away and waited. She huffed as her body relaxed again.
"Tease." She muttered. "That's not fair."
"What's not fair?" He asked as he fought to keep the smirk from his voice.
"You know what!" She replied grumpily back "You know what that does to me!" She replied. He kissed her neck as he slid his free hand down her sides. His fingers caught the lace of her panties, and he growled.
"And you know what seeing you in lace does to me. I think we're even." He replied as he fingered the hem.
"Please." She pleaded. His cock twitched at the sound of the slight whine in her voice. He loved it when she begged.
"Please what?" He muttered back as he ran his fingers over the lace, making sure to avoid all the sensitive parts but to stroke close enough that it was torture.
"You know what!" She replied, her voice breathy. He stroked her nipple again through the lace and grinned as she jerked.
"I do, but I want you to ask for it," Neville whispered into her ear. "I want you to beg for it." He felt her shudder as her breath stuttered.
He had never put much thought into what he liked in bed, but this is something that they had both discovered together. The powerplay seemed to add spice to it. He lived for it, telling her what to do and he loved it when she decided to be a brat. He loved the feeling of being in control, especially when in almost every other aspect of his life, it was so far from the truth.
"Neville," She whined again into the air.
"If you don't ask, you don't get." He muttered before kissing the soft skin behind her ear.
He continued to circle his thumb around the growing nub in her pyjama top. He knew that she struggled to concentrate when he did that. He stilled his hand and waited. She mewed at him, urging him to continue but he remained still.
"Please, don't stop. I want you to make me feel good." She replied, and he rewarded her as his thumb started its slow orbit around her nipple again.
"How," He demanded. He could feel himself getting hard again as the game heated up. He wished he could take her and fill her. Feel her clench around him as he made her climax. He bit his lip to stop the moan escaping.
"Stop teasing." She moaned. "I need you so bad."
"Need me to do what though? I'm still not certain," He muttered.
"I want you to stop teasing me and touch me. I need to feel your fingers. Please darling. Make me come." She turned around to look at him, her pupils blown wide. "Please,"
It was her eyes and the second please that did it. He pressed his hand under the lacey hem of her knickers as he sought her core. He felt the downy hair before her soft, hot wetness met his fingers. He smiled as he kissed her neck and shoulder before slowly inching his fingers in. He started slow, he wanted it to last. His fingers bearly moved as she sighed into his touch.
"Good girl," he whispered as he began to build the tension as she melted in his arms.
The school was in a state of shock as the rumour mill kicked into overdrive. Everyone had heard about the attack, and some of the claims were beyond crazy. Some suggested that there were still Death Eaters hiding in the forbidden forest. Whilst others believed that dementors had swooped down to feed, as some had been spotted around the castle from time to time. The wards usually held them off.
Most of these assumptions were from the boys. The girls remained quiet on the subject, the obvious implications of a girl being attacked not lost on them.
The atmosphere was subdued at the table as they sat and ate breakfast. Pansy sat away from him as to not arouse suspicions however they were now free to look at each other. He caught her eye and smiled. She appeared the image of perfection in her neatly pressed school robes. Completely the opposite of how she had looked a couple of hours before. He blushed and gazed down at his poached egg as the image of her dishevelled hair, and swollen lips slid its way into his mind.
He glanced at her neck and wondered whether he would glimpse any of the marks he'd left on her. She saw and rubbed her neck absently as she tugged at her collar slightly, flashing the edge of one. He bit his lip to stop from grinning. His favourite had been the one he had left in the valley between her breasts.
He cleared his throat as he turned his attention back to his food. He tried to ignore the images as his cock twitched in interest, but they refused to leave. It made it even more difficult when he could feel her eyes on him. He shook his head as he turned away to keep his composure.
"Post is here," Hermione announced as Blaise released her from beneath his arm.
Neville looked up as the multicoloured owls swooped in, juxtaposed against the grey sky above. A biting frost had covered the grounds this morning, and that meant that the snows were only days away. Neville shivered at the thought and knew that if he was going to get his Bulgerwort, he would have to order it in. Nowhere in the frozen countryside would have a usable sample of the plant now.
He jumped when an owl landed before him, dropping several letters before him. He frowned in confusion. He didn't get post, as a rule, he wondered whether his Gran had finally lost all of her marbles as he lifted them to examine the handwriting. One was indeed from his Gran, but the rest were from others. He recognised Ron's handwriting and grinned. He'd finally managed to wheedle a letter out of him.
"Looks like Neville's a popular fellow, today!" Theo smirked as Neville shuffled through his post. He shook his head and smiled back.
"Harry's written," Hermione announced as she pulled open her letter.
"As has Draco," Pansy added with a grin. "Let's see what our loverboys say today." She said as she eagerly unfolded the parchment in her hand.
Blaise rolled his eyes with a smirk as Hermione's eyes raced through the letter, her lips moving slightly as she read the words on the page.
"I don't believe it!" Ginny remarked as she opened a letter of her own.
"What?" Neville asked.
"Rita Skeeter has invited me to an interview. Apparently, she works for another paper now and is trying to do a series of articles called 'Heroes of Hogwarts.'" Ginny shook her head before looking up at them all. "Neville, it looks like you've got one too, What does yours say?"
Neville put the other letters aside as he opened the one Ginny indicated. It was indeed from Rita Skeeter, asking him to take part too. He screwed up his face in distaste as he crumpled the letter between his fingers.
"Same. I won't be doing that!" He said adamantly.
"I agree with Neville," Luna added as she crushed the letter too.
"I can't believe she would have the nerve to write to us asking that," Ginny said as she tore through hers.
"I think I know why," Pansy added as she flipped the page in her hands. "Our darling Dragon has been very forthcoming in his little rant." She said as her eyes skimmed the pages.
"Harry has been, too," Hermione added.
"Draco writes, and I quote. 'After all the shit I put up with at school watching perfect Potter prancing around saving everyone. I thought that maybe this could be an amazing opportunity to shine. But no! I now have that cretin, McLaggen moving in opposite to open his own futile attempt at a newspaper. And when I say opposite, I mean the imbecile has set up shop where Ollivanders used to be. Has my life not been hard enough thus far? I now have to spend it staring at this buffoon, making a mockery of journalism. He even hired that disgusting Skeeter woman, after she came crawling in here, of course. I turned her away. Oh Pans, Why do I feel like this is going to be like school all over again? Bloody Gryffindors! They get everywhere, assert their dominance and then leave you with problems that you spend far too long pondering over! They are exhausting."
She closed the letter before shooting a sly glance at Neville. He tried not to smile as he sipped his tea, still haunted by the memory of the sweet abomination he'd been handed by Fernsby.
"He still loves his alliteration, doesn't he? Perfect Potter Prancing." Ginny giggled.
"I want to know whether the last was about McLaggen or Potter," Blaise added with a smirk.
They all nodded and laughed as Hermione started with hers.
"Harry said that he bumped into Skeeter in the ministry. He said she looked very smug and happy with herself. She made some remark about being unrestrained and free to pursue her quarry." Hermione paused as she read over the letter again.
"She had the nerve to ask me for an interview. Can you believe the woman? I told her that I would rather swallow blast-ended skrewts. She seemed to think I was joking. The woman is infuriating! Apparently, she's working for a new newspaper, The Daily Sága. And wait for it. It's opened up right opposite the Prophet.
It's almost funny. I would give my entire chocolate frog card collection to see Malfoy's face. I bet the prancing peacock is spitting feathers. I do empathise though. The place is owned by McLaggen. Merlin! Could you imagine being in a room with him and Skeeter at the same time! I almost feel sorry for the ferret. But enough about that annoying git. Skeeter did say something about doing interviews with the survivors and heroes. I've already told her that if she contacts either you, me or Ron, I would have a restraining order on her quicker than you can say 'slander'. Bloody woman!"
Hermione closed the paper stopping Blaise from reading any further. He grinned widely as Hermione smacked him on the arm.
"Appears, our little saviour goes on for quite a bit longer about our little prancing peacock,"
"We really should step in, they need help!" Ginny muttered as she grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl.
"I think they would kill each other if they were in the same room together," Theo added.
"Only if they knew," Ginny smirked, "I bet if we set them up on blind dates and suggested a glamour, they would have the best time."
"Why, Miss Weasley, I do believe your Slytherin is showing," Theo teased.
"From you, I'll take that as a compliment!" She smiled.
Neville shook his head as he ignored the banter. He looked down at his other letters. He opened the one from his Gran next. He pulled open the envelope with some trepidation. The last letter had been fine, but the couple before that had been receipts for groceries. He let out a breath when he saw that it was indeed a letter. His eyes skimmed across the words and realised that once again, there was nothing about his parents in it. He knew that their situation would remain unchanged, but he still liked to hear about them. It appeared that his uncle Algie was trying something new with his Dirigible plumbs, Blimpberries he called them.
Neville nodded with interest, he looked forward to seeing them when Christmas rolled around. Christmas. He sighed as he glanced over at Pansy, who was deep in conversation with Luna. He didn't think he could bear not seeing her for the two-week break. He wondered whether he would be able to see her at all.
He heard something and looked up. The other students did the same as the air filled with papers falling down onto them.
"What the-?" Ginny muttered as the pages landed. Neville picked it up and read the front.
The leaflets were brightly coloured in red and gold as the letters sparkled off the page. McLaggan's smiling face beamed out at him as the font rippled to catch the attention.
"The Daily Sága – The new paper on the block. Dishing up the best news from every corner of the wizarding world. Coming soon – Heroes of Hogwarts – interviews and biographies on our beloved war veterans." Neville frowned and then blinked as text at the bottom flashed up at him. "Not Death Eater Owned."
He looked up at the others, the Slytherins faces were as grim as the Gryffindors were surprised. This did not bode well.