TW: Plants

"So you and Neville?" Pansy asked, sipping her mimosa. "Is he as boring in bed as I imagine him to be?"

Hermione smirked at her friend. If she only knew what Neville was really like as soon as the greenhouse doors closed. Her boyfriend may prefer plants to people and sleeveless jumpers to the tight shirts Harry and Draco preferred, but he was anything but boring in bed. They'd only been together for a few months but already he was the best she'd ever had. Glancing at her watch, she downed the rest of her own drink. The students would have just boarded the Hogwarts Express to spend the Christmas holidays at home and she was ready to go spend hers with Neville.

He had asked if she wanted to spend the two weeks at her flat in London but she'd declined. There was something deliciously naughty about fucking at Hogwarts, even if she hadn't been a student for years.

"Maybe I'll ask Neville if you can join us sometime and you can see just how boring he is, Pansy," Hermione quipped. "But for now, I'm heading to Hogwarts."

"You two are coming for Christmas Eve?"

"We wouldn't miss our ragtag family Christmas for anything. Maybe this year you'll finally get caught under the mistletoe with George."

"Fingers crossed!"

Hermione Apparated from the Leaky back to her flat. You still couldn't Apparate into the school so when she wanted to visit Neville, she had to Floo from her home or walk from Hogsmeade. Whilst that was fine in the warmer months, there was no way she was making that trip in the snow. Making sure she had everything she needed, she grabbed a handful of Floo powder and called out the name of his quarters.

"You're here!" Neville called, wrapping her in a hug as soon as she was free of the fireplace. "I missed you so much."

"It's been three days, Neville," she said with a laugh.

"That's too many. I sleep better when you're in bed with me." He blushed at his admission and cleared his throat. "So, what do you have planned for us? I know Minerva wants to have tea with you and you're invited to Christmas lunch."

"I didn't really plan anything. What do you want to do?"

"But… you plan everything. I just have to show up and look pretty on your arm," Neville teased. Making plans was not something Neville enjoyed doing but he was always happy to let her take control of their social life. Anything she suggested, he agreed to and showed up early to be by her side.

Hermione kissed him gently. "I'm sure Harry, Ron, and the gang will want to see you for New Years and we have dinner on Christmas Eve at Grimmauld. Besides that, I just want to spend time with you."

"You're so good to me, love." He pulled her closer to him, his hands grabbing her arse and squeezing it. "I have a surprise for you."

Hermione's knickers flooded at his praise. "What kind of surprise?"

"One for good little girls. Would you like it?"

"Yes, please."

He took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom. As soon as he kicked the door closed behind him, his bedroom personality came out. Sweet, timid Neville was left at the door and confident, dominant Neville took his place.

"Strip, witch," he commanded. "Then get on the bed."

Wasting no time, Hermione magicked her clothes from her body and into a neat pile on his armchair. She pulled the duvet back and crawled onto the bed. Neville was already naked and was going through a large box that sat in the corner that normally wasn't there.

"Close your eyes, petal," he told her and she instantly obeyed.

That first night she'd fallen into bed with Neville, she'd been expecting to have sweet, fun sex with her friend. Instead, he'd spanked her, made her gag on his cock, and shown her how much fun it could be to shut her mind off and let him take control for a few hours.

"I'm going to restrain you, love. You can use your safe words at any time and I will release them. Do you understand?"

"What do you mean them?" she asked. Had he brought other people over to join them? She wasn't opposed to the idea but would have preferred to be asked first.

"Open your eyes."

The room had been darkened, only a few candles to light the space. Neville nodded towards the potted plant at his side and then to the bedside table near her head. She studied the plant and went to touch it when it moved towards her.

"Devil's Snare?" she asked. "Is that safe?"

"It's a hybrid I created. It will restrain you, but we can control it. If it starts to hurt or gets too tight, I can still use sunshine from my wand to subdue it." He pointed to all the unlit candles around the room. "And you can wandlessly light those at any time and the plant will shrink back. Just say your safe words."

"Okay," Hermione agreed.

Spreading her arms and legs out so she was spread eagle on the bed, she stiffened as the plant began to touch her. It was gentle as it caressed her wrists and ankles, slowly twisting around them, holding her in place. They were more sensual than she imagined, almost like Neville himself was touching her.

"Oh, my petal. Look how sexy you look. All tied up for me. What's your colour?"

"Green."

"Good girl."

Neville crawled up the bed and settled himself between her thighs, kissing his way up her legs as he went. Hermione shuddered in pleasure as the vines wrapped their way higher up her limbs, keeping her in place. He gave her a wide smile before he leaned down and licked the length of her core.

Merlin's hairy left testicle, that felt good! She bucked against his face but the plant tightened around her and she looked down to see that the plants on her legs had now wrapped around her hips, keeping her in place.

"Fuck, Nev," she cried. "So good."

"Your nectar is so sweet, my petal. Give me more. I want you to come all over my tongue."

"I need more. Please!"

"Are you sure? Because if you want more, I'll show you more."

"Please!"

He leaned away from her and she cried out in frustration. He raised his eyebrow at her before landing a hard spank on her cunt. A loud moan escaped her lips at the jolt of pleasure that shot through her body at his treatment of her.

"You asked for more, petal. Now is not the time to be greedy. Can you be a good girl for me?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," she told him, determined to be good for him.

He smirked at her and flicked his wrist before slipping two fingers into her waiting channel. She wanted to cry out again and beg him to lick her, make her come, but she held her tongue. As he hit that spot inside her, she closed her eyes, letting him work her body. She felt his tongue on her clit again. It was so soft, so different from the way he normally licked her.

Opening her eyes, she met his before realising his tongue wasn't on her. She looked at her splayed pussy and was shocked to see the Devil's Snare had twisted around her again, it's leaves fluttering against her clit. Getting fucked by a plant had never been on her list of things to try but fuck if it didn't feel amazing. She tried to move her hips, gain more friction from the plant but it held her in place.

"Do you like that, petal?" Neville asked, his fingers pumping in and out of her still. "Tell me!"

"So good!" she answered. "It's like having ten of your tongues pleasuring me."

"Come for me."

She kept her eyes locked on his as he began to rub the tips of his fingers against her G-spot, stroking her the way he knew would push her towards her release. The leaves began to move faster, licking her harder.

"I can't wait any longer," Neville growled and pulled his fingers from her. Before she could react to the loss of him, he lined his cock up with her opening and thrust into her, filling her completely before starting to move in and out.

"So fucking tight for me. Letting my plant pleasure you like a slut. Such a good girl. My good girl."

"Yes!"

"Does my little whore need more?"

"Please, sir. Please!"

He snapped his fingers and she groaned as the vines started to work their way towards her breasts, their ends wrapping around her hard nipples and tugging firmly. Her eyes rolled back in her head as another vine moved between her legs and she could feel it twisting and caressing Neville's balls as they slapped against her arse. It was like nothing she had ever imagined and everything she could have hoped for.

"Fuck!" Neville cried, his pace increasing. "I've dreamed of this for years. Fucking you like this."

"Harder, Neville!" Hermione wanted to reach out and touch him, pull him deeper into her but the plants didn't allow any movement.

As his hips began to pound into her in a punishing pace, the vine began to be rougher with her. Her nipples were being twisted and pinched. The vine that had moved to wrap around Neville's balls shifted, it's leaves caressing her clit like dozens of tongues again. The stimulation was overwhelming and her world cracked as her entire body rocked with her orgasm. Her breathing was hard and she almost missed when Neville shouted her name, spilling himself inside her.

Shifting to his knees, he pulled his cock out of her and looked down at her body, a grin on his face.

"I'm so happy you let me do that," he said, his face going red and she knew her sweet Neville was back.

He snapped his fingers once more and with a shudder, the plants retreated back to their pots, looking innocent once more. Hermione looked at her limbs to make sure they were all in order. She'd felt no pain being restrained and there were no marks on her body to bear witness to what they'd just done.

Flopping onto the bed next to her, Neville lazily banished the pots back to the box in the corner and pulled her into his arms.

"How are you feeling, my petal?" he asked. "Was that too much for you?"

Neville always made sure to take care of her after they were together, especially if it was an intense round of sex like this one was. He was stroking her hair with one hand and her back with the other and kissing her forehead as he held her.

"I never thought I'd have sex with a plant, Nev," she admitted, "but it was hotter than I thought."

"Thank you for trusting me. Love you."

"Love you, too."

A/N: Remember when I said I was trying new things with smut? Yup... those things included plants. Thanks to my Cauldron girls for encouraging that kinkiness.

Thank you so everyone who took a chance with me on Ronmione and left a review. You're the best!

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