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As soon as they were in the supplies room, Hermione closed the door and they both stared boldly at each other. The next thing Neville knew, he had grabbed her by the wrist and pressed her up against the door. He couldn't resist wanting to touch her, and if that hose hadn't gone off earlier, he would already have kissed her.
Hermione's eyes widened and she panted for a moment in shock as she caught her breath.
Then her left hand came down to press Neville's lips to hers.
"Oh god, merlin," Hermione moaned afterwards.
"Finally," Neville said in between sweet, wet kisses.
The two panted as they made out in the steamy supplies room, their bodies grinding against the surface of the door as Neville lifted her hips up to straddle him.
The thick moisture and heat of the greenhouse intensified each kiss and movement so that soon sweat dripped down their necks and Neville realized this was probably the most delicious kiss he'd ever shared with a witch.
Especially because the brunette was proving to be so responsive and enthusiastic. What a freak. He was always knew the nerdy, quiet bookworms were the kinkiest and wildest partners behind closed doors...literally.
Neville could barely contain her passion.
Hermione moaned even louder and ground even more against him as Neville darted his tongue into her mouth.
Neville was about to leave a soft love bite on her perfect, long neck when her hand stopped him.
"Wait wait wait," Hermione begged of him though her cheeks were reddened and her lips pouty and swollen. The brunette shook her head then pushed him back by the chest and slid down the door.
Neville thought she might've changed her mind and he tried not to show his disapointment. Though he respected her decision, if she thought they were moving too fast.
But then Hermione threw off lab coat and threw it on the floor.
Neville raised his brows at her. Really? he was thinking.
"I want to take these clothes off, they're really starting to bug me." Hermione said by way of explanation, though she blushed at her own boldness. Neville smirked as she sputtered. "I mean," the brunette said. "I think we should take them off so they can dry."
"Thought you'd never ask." Neville's grin broadened and he lowered his hands to shrug off his pants but left on his boxer shorts in case she wasn't ready for that.
Hermione quickly undressed too, leaving only her tank top and underwear on. Hermione then put their clothes up over an overhanging beam to dry.
Neville appreciatively felt the shy brunette's eyes roam up and down over his body; this time her gaze was open and unapologetic. Unlike her remittance earlier to only look at him in stolen glances and when she thought he wasn't looking.
Hermione crossed her legs and sat down on a wood bench rather shyly.
"This accelerated rather fast," she admitted but her lips pulled upwards as if she were completely glad they had.
Neville chuckled and leant back against a post. "Yeah, well sort of," he said, lowering her eyes to her bra and panties. "It's been a long time coming, in my opinion."
"Merlin, has it? I've been wrong before, but I didn't think you liked me much. You mean you have all this time?"
"I noticed you." Neville couldn't help stating the obvious. Though he felt just as stupid as Hermione felt right now, that they did not, in fact, act on their feelings earlier. "You're beautiful," Neville stated with perfect honest. The proof of which was rather beginning to show...Neville only had his boxer shorts on and it was getting hard not to grow visibly excited.
"Am I?" Hermione tried to neaten her long wet hair.
"Stunning actually." Neville licked at the corner of his lips again. She tasted even more delicious too. How he wanted to taste her lips again.
"Oh...well, you're not so bad yourself. You look like you workout a lot...or something," she said but then stopped talking when her eyes lowered.
At this moment, they both realized he was obviously tented in his boxers and there was no use in pretending to ignore the tension between them. Something finally clicked in Hermione's brain and she audibly whispered, 'Oh fuck it'.
The next moment things happened so quickly that Neville wasn't sure who started it first: him or Hermione. They seemed to work together like two pieces of a soul they weren't previously aware they shared. Their minds thought alike. Hermione ran towards him and hopped onto his lap as Neville sunk them down onto the wood bench and their lips met again even more madly. He grabbed a fistful of her hair as he shoved her lips harder against his open mouth and penetrated her with his tongue. He couldn't help being in a frenzy; he wanted to taste each inch and crevice of her. Hermione must've felt the same way, if going by her soft moans. The brunette moaned in agony, as if she were in pain to be completed by him, and she began grinding against the front of his boxers. "Merlin Hermione."
"Shhh shhh," Hermione panted in between kisses. "We can't wake the sleeping mandrakes."
"Merlin, you saved mandrakes too?" Neville had his hand on her arse and cupped the soft flesh of this brilliant witch. "What were you thinking?"
"They're an Australian rare species of mandrakes, of course I had too," Hermione said defensively in between kissing him.
"Well, this is going to be a struggle," Neville stated, lowering his eyes to his boxers. "I'm not going to keep quiet easily...Not if you keep doing what you're doing."
"Try," Hermione whispered and ground against his long hard member again with her hips and hand.
Neville stifled a groan as the witch worked her magic against him. He felt so totally overpowered by her feminine draw.
"Are we just friends?" Hermione asked suddenly.
Did she really have to ask?
Neville shook his head. "Friends don't know what friends taste like," Neville said and he pulled her back in for a kiss and this time undid her bra. It fell to the floor and he took the sight of her glorious pretty chest before lowering his lips to work on them.
"Merlin, help. Neville," Hermione choked out in pleasure as he suckled at her. She pulled at his hair as he worked on her.
"Okay, okay," Neville grinned at her. "Hold on." He grabbed his wand off the floor and waved it at both his boxers and her panties to tear them off their bodies instantly so that they were both completely naked.
"Interesting spell, you know there." Hermione's eyes widened, as if wondering how much experiences like this Neville had been getting up to since leaving Hogwarts.
"It comes in handy." He kissed her on the neck and grabbed her bare arse with his hands. Plump, delicious.
"Wait, wait," Hermione said as he began to line himself up with her. "You're clean right? You don't have any, I mean, not to insult you but I just want to know.."
Neville gave her that same cheeky grin he had given her earlier when he stole a drink from her water bottle. "Promise you won't catch anything from me...except maybe a mild affection for me."
"Oh shut it." Hermione laughed though she seemed relieved.
He slapped her ass, enjoying teasing her.
"No, no," he grinned even more cheekily. "You shut it."
"What do you mean?" But then Hermione choked on her words midway as he slid suddenly into her and she swore to herself. "Oh god, Merlin, fuck you're big-"
"Shh the mandrakes," he reminded her. "I can't have you screaming on me and waking them all up." He laughed under his breath. "Can you imagine Harry and them's shock if they found as frozen together like this in the morning?"
Hermione had tears in her eyes. "I don't think I'd care at this point." She was too involved with his swollen member inside her stretching her to the limit. She threw her head back to accomodate him as their hips rolled perfectly together. "Please just keep moving."
"As you wish," Neville said and lifted her by the hips up and down upon his long cock, enjoying the sight of her small tits moving up and down with each stroke.
"Merlin, oh fuck," Hermione bit back moans and kept her eyes shut, like she was overwhelmed.
They finally came crashing together as his member swelled to an even bigger size right before he finished.
"Ahhhmmmuuh!" Hermione began to shriek but Neville silenced her by clamping down on her mouth with his lips. "Mandrakes remember?" he whispered and chuckled.
This was the second hose bursting that day that had made the smart bookworm scream her lungs out. And this hose, if possible, had made her every bit as wet as the hose that had soaked her clothes.
Neville affectionately nuzzled his nose against hers and she threw her arms around him. "Thank you," she whispered and buried her face into his neck.
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a/n: Thanks for reading and reviewing, the next chapter will be important and please review if you want to find out what happens next! :P Thank you! and lets hope for more rain, in safe amounts, for down under