Harry's and Neville's Birthday party started off with a bang from the weasley twins. Hannah and Susan gave them their gifts, Harry got a picture of Susan, and Neville had gotten a plant from Hannah with a promise for something else later in private.

"Neville, when Susie and I went to Diagon Alley, we stopped at Olivanders and picked up a package that aunt Alice and uncle Frank had him make. So this is it." Harry said handing Neville a wandbox.

"Neville, can i have a moment alone with you please?" Hannah asked.

"Sure Hannah, what's up?" Neville said.

"In private, alone." Hannah said.

Hannah grabbed Neville by the hand and led him into the guest room. Hannah placed a silencing charm in the room and jumped Neville and started kissing him.

She broke the kiss and pushed him onto the bed, ignoring the look of bewilderment on his face. Neville was so adorable when he was caught between being awkward and being a man. She wanted to kiss him again, but she had much better things in mind.

She lifted his shirt and tossed it away before running her hand over his chest. Merlin, when had Neville developed muscles like this? She lowered herself and kissed his shoulder, directly over one of his scars, while her hands worked at removing his trousers and boxers. She had no use for him in clothing.

Once he was undressed, she kissed her way down his chest, scar by scar, taking her time. From the sounds Neville was making, he had no complaints.

Reaching his hips, Hannah ran her tongue along his pelvic bone before moving down to his thighs, doing the same. Her fist grasped him firmly and she heard him gasp.

"Hannah, you don't have to-oh good Lord, yes." He moaned as she took him into her mouth. His hand moved into her hair, pulling it up so he could watch her. Hannah found it incredibly hot that he even knew to do that and kept her eyes on him.

Hannah took her time moving her mouth over him, her tongue memorizing every inch of him and savoring his taste. Her hand stroked his shaft as she went, while her other handled his bollocks. She began working faster, wanting him to come. A few moments later, she felt him pull her away and felt thoroughly confused. Why in the hell didn't he want to finish? Was he mental?

"Neville-" She began, but he kissed her, cutting her off. He pulled her into his lap forcibly and she moaned, very much liking this side of Neville. She didn't even notice that they'd moved until he pressed her against the mattress. She heard him faintly performing a spell before feeling his lips on her neck, his hands roaming over her breasts.

"Fuck, yes," she moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the nub as his fingers made their way down to wet folds, teasing and rubbing her, thumb pressing against her clit as his fingers worked her, spreading her body's natural lubricant over her eager opening.

Hannah let out a small whine, wanting more. He was driving her absolutely mad like this. "Neville, please," she whispered, pushing her hips into his hand.

He chuckled. "Patience," he whispered, kissing her again, bringing her leg over him so he could press their bodies together, his hand still between them, working her clit. Hannah kissed him hungrily, wanting him to know how much she needed him.

"Bloody hell, Hannah," Neville muttered, breaking the kiss, his lips going back to her breasts.

She arched her back as his mouth teased her, his hard member pressed against her warm, wet center.

When he finally pushed into her, Hannah cried out. One more minute without him and she would have lost her mind.

Hannah pressed her fingers into his shoulders as she held him close, his mouth moving over her body; breast, shoulders, neck, lips. She moved her hips in time with his thrusts, small whimpers escaping her lips. He felt incredible, not too large, but thick enough to satisfy her.

His lips found hers again and she kissed him roughly, nails digging into his flesh as one hand moved into his hair, holding him in place. His fingers moved back down to tease and play with her clit as his thrusts became harder and more frantic.

"Neville." Hannah's body tensed for a moment and her cries were cut off by his mouth as she came. She shuddered, her orgasm lasting longer than she was used to as Neville kept going. Good Lord, she was going to fuck his brains out later for this.

Neville pulled out of her and before she could make any sort of protest, he flipped over onto her stomach. His arm slipped around her middle and pulled her close, his throbbing cock rubbing against her opening. His hand snaked into her hair and used it to pull her closer, his mouth sucking at the sensitive spot on her neck, leaving a dull, red mark.

Hannah turned her head, capturing his lips with hers before taking his lower lip between her teeth. "Neville, you're bloody amazing." She muttered, kissing him again.

Neville took her chin in his hand, the other fondling her breasts. "I'm not done with you yet." He told her with a small grin, kissing her again before thrusting back into her. His lips moved back to her neck, his hands holding her hips firmly in place as he barreled into her repeatedly, fast and hard.

Skin slapping against skin, Neville's grunts, her own moans, they were the only things she could hear. The warm pool building in the pit of her stomach threatened to spill over again, her cunt throbbing in both pain and pleasure.

"Fuck." Neville buried his face in her neck, the speed of his thrusts increasing. One of his hands moved down, stimulating her again. "Come with me Hannah." He whispered, his voice strained, obviously holding back for her. Hannah had never heard anything sexier in her entire life.

A moment later, she came again, his name falling from her lips over and over again. Neville followed a second later, spilling into her as he bit into the flesh of her neck, muffling his own cries.

Hannah leaned back against him, catching her breath.

"Like I said. You're fucking amazing." She whispered.

Neville chuckled and turned her head, kissing her.

meanwhile downstairs, Harry and Susan are concerned with what Hannah had planned.

"uh oh, Sounds like Hannah has Jumped Neville's bones." Susan said.

"you mean, she and Neville made love this early?" Harry thought.

"yeah, I'm surprised it took this long." Susan thought as Neville and Hannah came back downstairs to hangout with their friends.