A/N I hope you guys are enjoying this so far! I am stuck in self-isolation atm, so I will be writing A LOT. If you want to leave a review, please do, and if you have any requests for certain character appearances let me know!

Chapter 2 – Neville

'Bloody hell, I'm starved, thank god the old nutter has finally finished his speech!' Hermione jerked back into consciousness at the sound of Ron's exclamation, allowing herself to process her surroundings properly. She was sat, sandwiched between Ron and Neville, in the Great Hall, a banquet of food in front of her. Her memory of having got there was something of a haze; she only vaguely remembered disentangling herself from Cedric's arms, casting a contraceptive spell, and following the crowd of students to the Great Hall. What she had said or done in that time was a mystery to her, but the memory of Cedric's hands on her body tingled on her skin as if they were still there.

'Get a grip, Hermione', she thought to herself as she straightened her back, and grabbed a serving spoon, helping herself to some potatoes. What had happened on the train had been a blip, a lapse in judgement that would not be repeated. She was head girl this year after all, and that was certainly not how a head girl should behave. Fortunately, she was confident that Cedric would not be in a hurry to spread the word of her misdeeds; he was notorious for being a man of his word.

Reassured by her strength of mind, she tuned back into the conversation, listening to her friends' predictions over which student would be first to get a detention, and whether Snape would be allowed to fail all the Gryffindors in their Potions N.E.W.T. The sound of students' happy chatter filled the room and she sighed to herself, content to be one of the crowd.

She turned to face Neville, eager to find out how his holiday had been, as well as what new herbology experiments he had been cooking up. As she looked up to him, she suddenly became aware of the height difference between them; it seemed he had had a growth spurt over summer, and even sat down, was now almost a head taller than her.

Neville seemed to sense her staring, and turned to look at her, meanwhile flashing a set of pearly white teeth in a friendly smile.

'Neville! Your teeth they've….'

'Changed? Gone through a miraculous transformation?' He chuckled, taking in her slightly bewildered expression. 'Yeah, I had a bit of an accident over summer, a jinx backfired. So, gran had to take me to St. Mungo's to grow my teeth back, and well, I thought I'd take the opportunity as it presented itself.' He blushed slightly at the admission of his clumsiness, scratching the nape of his neck endearingly.

'Great, I mean you look, they look… great.' Hermione couldn't seem to get the words out of her mouth, she was fixated on his face. The perfect set of teeth seemed to set all his features off just right, his slightly large nose no longer an awkward quirk, his cheekbones sharp and defined.

She opened her mouth to ask him a question about his plant project when, all of a sudden, he began to lean forward and close the gap between them. For a moment Hermione thought he was about to kiss her, and her body responded at once, her lips parting slightly in readiness. Instead, though, he simply reached out his thumb and swiped at the corner of her mouth, gentle as anything.

'Sorry, you had a bit of lipstick smudge, I thought I'd get it for you.'

'Oh right, thank you!' The words tumbled out of her as her face flushed with embarrassment. Had she really been about to kiss Neville Longbottom in the Great Hall, in front of the entire school? Her shame increased tenfold as she realised how her lipstick had become smudged in the first place, the image of Cedric's hard cock clouding her vision for a moment.

She must have been walking around with smudged lipstick since departing the train. Hermione felt the panic rise up through her; had anyone else noticed? Did anyone suspect her of what she had really been up to on the train?

Frantically she looked around the hall searching for a sign on the students' faces of suspect, disdain, anything. Relieved, she found nothing, until she glanced over to the Slytherin table, where Pansy Parkinson sat, surrounded by classmates. Like Hermione, she wasn't talking to anyone either; instead she seemed to be… glowering? Confused Hermione studied her face, and for a microsecond, Pansy's gaze seemed to meet hers. Quickly, she looked away, eager to avoid confrontation with the cruel girl.

Deciding it was best to keep herself to herself for a little while, she began to shovel food in her mouth, staring intently at her plate, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. The feast seemed to last for a decade, and it was with much relief that she cleared away her cutlery and walked to the front of the hall to receive her head girl duties from Professor McGonagall.

Having responsibilities seemed to focus her mind somewhat, and she felt her heart rate start to drop for the first time in several hours as she led the first years to their dormitories. The excited kids peppered her with questions about the school, and the ghosts, and how scary were the teachers really? She took pride in responding with appropriate answers, careful to not reveal too much about what was in store for them over the next seven years.

As she reached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, giving the password and stepping through the portrait hole, the tiredness started to hit her and she resolved to have an early night. But, at Ginny's insistence, she found herself roped into a game of exploding snap, then another, then another.

Realising she was in it for the long haul, she retrieved a book from her bag and settled into the large sofa, declaring that she would be official judge of the rest of the card games.

Within a minute, however, she was no longer able to concentrate on the evolution of jinxes throughout the late 20th century, as she felt a muscular shoulder brush against hers. Neville Longbottom was once again, sat directly beside her, this time so close she could smell his cologne.

'Concentrate Hermione, for god's sake!' she thought to herself, her eyes scanning over the same paragraph of her book again and again. But no matter how hard she tried it was to no avail; her senses were overwhelmed with thoughts of Neville, his musky scent seeming to weigh down on her like an aphrodisiac.

She sat there for an indeterminate amount of time, completely unaware of the students filtering out of the common room and up towards their beds. She held her book up in front of her like a shield, only bothering to turn the pages to fulfil the pretence of reading, her mind and body fully detached.

'Interesting book is it?' She jerked her head up at the sound of the voice, looking directly into Neville's gleaming green eyes, the flickering light of the fire reflected in them perfectly. He cocked his head slightly, a playful smile on his lips, 'you seem fixated… even more than usual that is.'

She placed the book to her side, stretching her arms up and yawning, the movement lifting her shirt slightly to reveal a hint of flesh.

'Just tired, I should really get to bed.' She looked around at the now empty common room aside from her and Neville, and felt a cold rush shoot up her spine. Despite the warmth of the cosy Gryffindor sanctuary, she suddenly felt like shivering, but somehow couldn't find the energy to move her legs and stand up.

With great effort, she uncrossed her legs and felt a breeze rush over her cunt. Adrenaline shot through her body. Of course, she wasn't wearing any underwear! How could she have not realised; since Cedric had torn it off earlier, she had been waltzing around the castle with her pussy completely uncovered under her skirt. And now, she was sat not an inch away from one of the now sexiest boys in her year.

Hermione felt cold drops of perspiration start to form on her forehead. There was nothing she could do but wait for Neville to leave before she could get up and sneak off to bed. But there he was unmoving and looking at her with the most fire and intensity she had ever seen in his face before.

'Hermione, I don't know what it is about you, but you look so…. different this year. Not in a bad way of course…' his speech trailed off as his eyes raked over her body, unconsciously licking his lips slightly.

Her breath caught in her throat as she processed his words, she longed for him to touch her, to feel the weight of his body on hers, but she had to control herself, she couldn't let herself succumb to these feelings again.

'I really should go', she said, deciding that Neville potentially seeing her bare cunt was better than whatever other situation she might get herself stuck into. But as she made her move to leave, Neville reached out his hand and placed it on her shoulder.

'Wait, Hermione, just one minute. I want to ask you something.'

'What is it?'

His face was now inches from hers, their noses almost touching. His eyes flicked from hers to her lips and back to her eyes before he moved in, kissing Hermione with a force and passion she never thought possible of him. Hurriedly she pulled his body to hers, already feeling herself moisten in response to his urgent kisses.

Neville grabbed her by the waist, his hands strong and secure around her. He lay her down on the sofa so he was hovering above her, before dipping his head and smashing his lips to hers once more. Hermione moaned, allowing his tongue to map out every inch of her mouth, eating her up from the inside out. Freeing her hands from underneath her, she reached up and slid them underneath his shirt, raking her claws across his muscular back, feeling the broadness of his shoulders.

'Oh Neville', she groaned, as he disconnected his mouth from hers and began to plant kisses down her neck and chest, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand as he went. In one swift motion, he sat her up, pulling her shirt and bralette clean over her head and flinging them to the opposite side of the room, before latching onto her nipple with his teeth, palming her other breast with his hand. The sensation of his teeth tugging at her sensitive bud was forcing waves of pleasure through her body, her back arching in response to his ministrations. She felt her pussy gush with arousal, a build up of heat steadily growing in her core as the alluring man atop her nipped and tugged at every bit of her body.

Eager to see just how much he had changed over the summer, Hermione sat up for a moment, pulling at the bottom of his shirt. Neville smiled, flashing his perfect teeth at her as he unbuttoned his shirt, peeling the white material off his torso to reveal his toned set of abs. She gasped, amazed at his transformation, her gaze transfixed at the trail of hair leading down from his navel into his trousers.

'Like what you see, gorgeous?'

All Hermione could do was nod mutely, biting down on her bottom lip as she went. Neville snaked down her body, grabbing the waistband of her skirt and lifting her legs to take it off, expecting to be presented with knickers of some kind. Instead her brazen pussy flashed at him and he looked quizzically at the exquisite beauty beneath him, before shrugging and moving his hand down to her sopping cunt.

'Fuck, please…. Touch me…. I want you', Hermione keened, her body completely taken over by lust. Slowly, he dipped one long finger inside her, curling it slightly to tickle her g spot. She immediately began to rock her hips, desperate for some kind of friction, but he used one strong hand to pin her body to the cushions beneath her. Little by little, he began to pump into her, her chest heaving as she begged for more.

'You want more baby?'

'Yes… oh god… YES… please give me more!' She groaned with dismay as Neville withdrew his finger, before resuming her desperate whines as he stuck two fingers in his mouth and returned them to her pussy. He began to build up a rhythm, pumping into her steadily, before leaning down to kiss her inner thighs, spreading her legs wide for him. Gripping her thigh with his free hand, he brought his mouth directly to her pussy, sucking on her clit as he continued to pummel his fingers into her. Spasming underneath him, she felt herself draw closer and closer to her release, his tongue darting across her tender little nub, the pads of his fingers tickling her g spot.

Her spine arched and she let out a silent gasp as her orgasm rushed up on her, the intense pleasure flooding her body. Her pussy contracted again and again as she creamed over his fingers, mouthing his name as she came.

'God you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen', muttered Neville, gazing down at her hair splayed across the cushion, her lips swollen from his kisses.

Coming back to her senses she propped herself up, motioning to Neville to remove his trousers. Promptly, he removed his final layers of clothing, releasing his long, erect shaft. Hermione gasped at the sight if his huge cock, shocked at what he had been hiding all these years.

He reached over and pulled her into his lap, letting her grind against his cock for a moment, lost in her eyes, clouded with desire. His hands reached down and groped her voluptuous ass, gripping at the overflowing flesh. He suckled on her neck once more, using his teeth to bite down softly, as he placed his hands around her waist and lifted her up so she was directly above his erection. Legs folded either side of him, she dropped down slowly, feeling her pussy stretch to encompass his prominent girth. Inch by inch, she sank down onto him, the walls of her pussy hot around his bulging member. Somehow, she reached the bottom, basking in the feeling of being completely filled once again. Gradually, she began to rock her hips backwards and forwards, contracting her lower abs to rub Neville's cock against her insides.

'Oh god… you feel so good inside me', Hermione whimpered, the ridges of his cock exquisite in her cunt. Placing her hands on Neville's chest to steady her she began to move up and down on his shaft, her cunt pulsating with pleasure as she worked. Her nails dug into his chest, leaving little red marks, as she milked his cock with her tight pussy. Growling animalistically at the sight of his dick disappearing into her, Neville grasped her hips tightly and started to piston his way in and out of her body, each thrust harder than the last.

'Fuck… YES… harder…. HARDER!' Hermione screamed, her speech rapidly becoming incoherent as she rode him, her body a toy for his personal entertainment. She laced her fingers through his hair, shoving his face between her heaving tits, her head falling back as she edged herself closer to release. Neville could feel himself nearing his climax, and upped his efforts, jackhammering into her with renewed strength. She thought she might black out from the pleasure; she had never felt so stimulated in her life. Every nerve ending was on fire, her clit was swollen and throbbing, her g spot battered as Neville pounded against it with each thrust.

'Neville… fuck…. I'm going to cum….' She cried out, just moments before reaching her climax. All at once she saw stars, her vision blurring from the release of endorphins through her body. Her legs shook, and her pussy quivered, still tightly sheathed around his girth. The feel of her cunt tightening around him sent Neville over his peak as he shoved his cock into her one last time, grunting as he released huge spurts of cum inside her. His load was so big that milky white cum dripped out of Hermione's pussy, spilling down her thighs.

Hermione collapsed down beside him, both breathing heavily, utterly spent from their passionate tryst. Hermione's body was ridden with small marks where Neville had nipped at her with his teeth, and Neville's back was covered in scratches.

After a couple of minutes Hermione sat herself up, gazing over at the handsome young men next to her.

'Hey Neville'

'Yes Hermione

'You never did ask me that question.'