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Hermione stared at Neville with hunger in her eyes. All this time being in close proximity to him had made her awareness of him all the greater. The lightest accidental touch sent tremors of sensation along her scalp and down her spine.

Now, being so close to him, being able to smell his unique musky scent, Hermione could stand it no longer. Catching his eye, she walked towards him with purpose in her stride. Neville's eyes widened and he dropped the plant he had been administering to. It lay forgotten at his feet, using it's vines to crawl under the couch, as Neville, oblivious to the plant, stared at Hermione's face.

There was a look of unmistakable hunger in her eyes, but it wasn't hunger for food. Oh no, it was hunger of the flesh. Neville gulped as she came to stand directly in front of him. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands at his sides. He gulped as Hermione took them in her hands and placed them on the curving shelf of her hips.

The sheer sensation of warm silky skin below his palms made groan.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Neville questioned her as she licked her lips to reply. His eyes were drawn to the pink tip peeking out as she contemplated this.

"More than anything," she said as she locked eyes with him.

They stood there, eyes gazing, until they realized that their hands were roaming up and down each others bodies. By it's own will, Neville's hand stroked upward from her hip, outlining the curve of her waist, and finally, cupping her full breast.

Hermione closed her eyes as Neville's hand started to slowly knead it's prize, his thumb grazing over her nipple. She tipped her head up and met his lips with her own. Her arms snaked up his, marveling at the hard flesh beneath. She gave a tentative squeeze at his biceps and Neville instinctively flexed. Hermione smiled against his lips. Such a guy thing to do.

"Hard man," she teased as she kissed along his jaw.

"Hard all over," Neville responded as he pulled her roughly to him.

Suddenly, Hermione was pressed flat against him, and she didn't mind at all. She could feel each hard plane and angle of his body. Against her belly she felt the degree of his desire, and she started moving against him, almost imperceptibly.

During this time, her shirt had become unbuttoned and as the tops of her creamy breasts came into view, Neville kissed each one reverently, relishing in the feel of the soft, soft skin.

Hermione gasped as she felt his lips on her. Her hands tangled in his dark hair and she cried out.

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With a gasp and a moan, Hermione sat bolt upright in bed.

Once again she had been awakened by another one of her dreams. Every so often she would have one and she thought she had prevented them by drinking dreamless sleep potion. But she couldn't contain her body's yearnings. Hermione punched her pillow in distress and froze when she heard a muffled sob.

She turned and looked at the sofa where Neville was sprawled. The object of her desires was whimpering, almost as if in pain. Cautiously, she crept out of bed. Neville's face was contorted as if he was in pain but she didn't hear another sound.

"Neville? Neville, are you okay?" Hermione questioned as she reached out a hand to shake him. As soon as she touched him, though, she found herself on the floor with his hands around her neck. Struggling for breath she gasped out.

"Neville! It's me! Hermione!"

Recognition dawned on his face, and he let his iron grip around her throat slacken. His eyes registered shock as he realized what he had been doing.

"Her-mione? My god, what was I doing?!" Neville cried out in horror as he backed away from her. Hermione gazed at him as she tried to get her breath back. Something was wrong. Neville would never hurt her. Not under any circumstance. Of this she was sure in her mind.

"Neville, why did you try to hurt me?" she asked a hand at her throat massaging tender skin.

"I'm sorry, I–I didn't mean to, uh, training took over and I thought you were attacking me." He raised his hands in a helpless gesture. All members of the order of the Order had gone through hand-to-hand combat lessons. It helped a lot when both wizards had lost their wands and they had to depend on their own bodies.

Neville's eyes had a vulnerable look and his voice shook with emotion held back. He looked so woebegone, like whenever Snape had ridiculed him in front of class yet again in their years at Hogwarts, that same feeling that she couldn't do anything to protect him.. A single tear escaped from his eyes and Hermione moved closer to him on the floor.

"Please don't cry. I was just waking you up and, oh, it's okay, you didn't really hurt me."

Hermione reached up and wiped the moisture off his face. Her hand lingered on his cheek and Neville reached up and cupped it there.

Suddenly, Neville stretched out and wrapped his arms around her waist. Sobs tore at his body and Hermione did the only thing she could. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed the top of his head as he let go of his anguish.

Sitting on the floor, Hermione wondered at this. What could tear Neville up so much inside that he had nightmares? She knew that his parents were in St. Mungo's because they had been tortured into insanity by the Death Eaters, but he had lived with that almost his whole life. She stroked his back soothingly as the last of his sobs were let out.

She stilled when she realized that he had fallen asleep while crying. In her heart, a spot softened for this man who never let on that he had his own private demons. So she settled her back against the couch and waited for dawn to come.

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Yay! Well I know I don't write much or very often but I hope you guys like this chappie :)