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Part Two | Pain & Fire
Thirty. What Happens in the Greenhouse
As it turned out, there was a lot more smaller tasks that needed attended to before they had set to put their plan into action. The first on their ever-increasing agenda was for Draco, Pansy and Theo to break into Professor Slughorn's stores, tamper with whatever stock of Veritaserum he had, and, at Neville's request, think of some way to hinder the correct brewing of any further batches.
"No pressure, then," Theo remarked.
The three friends were walking, keeping what they hoped was a moderate, nonchalant pace, towards section of the dungeons that held the Potions classroom and stores.
"Alright," Draco began as he came to a stop, he held up one hand to halt the other two, "no chance it'll be in the main stores, we'll need to get into his private stash, in the room behind the main store."
"Can't you just, you know, make the Carrows not drug the Gryffindors?" Theo inquired.
"No, from what you told us, it didn't sound as though this is something off their own back, this is an order they've been given. It would make no sense for them not to do it."
"'Spose," Theo mumbled, and at the nod from Draco, began to lead the three towards their destination.
The breaking in itself hadn't been too difficult. Alohomora hadn't worked, as they had expected, but a convenient skeleton key of sorts that had been obtained from an eager to please, as though they'd change their mind at any moment about her accompanying them, Winky, had done the trick.
The Veritaserum, all twenty lots of it, had been easy enough to locate. The perfectly clear potion was sitting inside a number of perfectly clear vials, and the small addition of a fraction of lacewing added to each was guaranteed to render the potion of truth absolutely useless, whilst still maintaining the sharp clarity of its appearance.
The next part, was riskier, but only if the Carrows chose to collect the potion themselves, which Pansy deemed unlikely.
She left the note behind the first vial that Slughorn was likely to reach for, and breathed a sigh of relief as she, Draco and Theo stepped back into the dark corridor, hoping that Slughorn heeded her written words.
As long as they want it, make it defective.
"Do you know, that went far smoother than I predicted," Draco said.
Theo snorted. "After a fight, were you?"
"Maybe," Draco replied with the hint of a grin, "I say we make up for it with some drunken shenanigans."
Theo was already nodding enthusiastically at Draco's words, but Pansy, smiling, shook her head. "Sounds great, but I'm busy."
"Of course," Draco elbowed Theo, "she's got a hot date...in a greenhouse."
"Shut up!" Pansy barked as both boys exploded in fits of laughter.
She bode the irritatingly mocking Draco and Theo goodbye a few minutes later and her footsteps echoed through the stone hallway until she reached the stairs that led to the entrance hall.
It was late, and the entrance was, predictably, deserted, save for one familiar shadow in the darkness behind a nearby pillar.
Pansy grinned, and quickened her pace slightly as she approached him. "Miss me?"
"Always," he replied, "you ready?"
"Yep!"
"Alright, the doors are usually open until ten, and it's quarter to, once we're out, we're out for the night."
Pansy cocked her head. "I trust you have reason for this debauchery?"
Neville's dimples appeared with his smile. "I do."
Pansy smirked and began to walk towards the heavy front doors, "Well come on then," she hissed, "Gods, Neville! Keep up, will you!"
Once outside, they moved as quickly as they could, skirting as close to the castle as they were able to, before making a mad dash for the greenhouses once close enough. Pansy glanced upwards as Neville unlocked the door. A dementor was looming close by, and Pansy swore the wintery night's air was cooling even further.
"Neville, what about those," she said, her voice full of worry.
Neville's gaze followed hers as he opened the door and ushered her inside. "Don't worry about them, Professor Sprout told me that the mix of magical plants act as a sort of dampener against them, they're less aware of humans because they're able to sense the magic of the plants, or something."
"Okay," Pansy replied, relieved. "That's good."
As soon as she heard the door click shut behind her, Neville waved his wand and a number of candles lit up, they seemed to lead towards the back of the greenhouse, forming a lit path of sorts, which, after a curious glance at her boyfriend, Pansy began to follow. She reached one hand back and felt his fingers lace through hers as they made their way to the back of the glass building.
At the very back, the number of candles had increased, and Pansy actually gasped aloud as her eyes took in the sight that was awaiting her.
"How did you…"
He didn't answer straight away, instead she felt his hand leave hers and both his palms met her shoulders. A solitary kiss was placed upon the back of Pansy's neck and he breathed an intake of air as he kept his mouth pressed to her. "Do you like it?"
"I...no one has ever done anything like this for me, ever" she breathed, her eyes greedily taking in the assortment of pillows and cushions and duvets that were situated in the quiet corner, the numerous candles casting an atmospheric glow over them. To the side of the duvets, Pansy could see a crate of food and drink, and at another wave of Neville's wand, from somewhere unbeknownst to her, some slow piano music began to play and after a few bars, a string of flowers began to criss cross and weave themselves overhead, over the duvet, cocooning the bedding into a kind of nest. "This is amazing."
Pansy allowed her body to lean backwards, against Neville's strong chest, and she hummed as his fingertips danced over the sides of her waist, before they moved, as one, to lie atop the duvets.
They positioned themselves as they usually would were they situated on Pansy's bed, with her lying on her back and him lying, but propped up on his side, one of his arms acting as her pillow, the other trailing over her stomach.
Pansy knew her nails would be digging into the side of his neck, but she only smirked further as she pulled his face to meet hers, needing her lips against his. He granted her only one, solitary kiss and she pouted as he pulled away, much to Neville's amusement.
"Don't be mean," she pouted. "Kiss me."
He chuckled and granted her another, lone kiss, and she rather enjoyed, as annoying as it was, the way his eyes darkened when he denied her any more. "I'm never mean," he replied. "But you need to eat first."
"I don't," Pansy protested, but halted as Neville threw his hand up, signalling her to stop.
"Yes, you do. I know you haven't been eating breakfast, and Draco told me that you'll make sure he eats, but he's had to start reminding you to eat, yourself."
"He's exaggerating," Pansy lied, grumpily.
"Alright," Neville replied, and Pansy knew he didn't believe her one bit, "but for now, will you just accept that I'm going to make sure you do eat...and be a little cross if you don't look after yourself."
"'Spose."
"Good," he replied, lowering his face to hers once again and placing a series of soft, lingering kisses on her lips.
Pansy rolled her eyes and groaned. "Why do I feel like you're rewarding me?"
"I've no idea," Neville replied, feigning innocence as he kissed her again, before he sat up and began to sort Pansy a plate of food from the crate.
"I hope you know I'd never put up with this ridiculous coddling from anyone else."
"I do know," Neville said with a small chuckle as he passed her the plate. Pansy sat up, the top of her head only narrowly missing the web of vines above them, and began to eat, his words coursing through her mind.
"But," she began, avoiding his eyes, instead choosing to focus on his shirt, under which she knew was a particularly impressive stomach, "I...might...sort of...love you...for it."
He breathed a laugh and took her hand in his own. "I love you, too."
Smiling into her food, Pansy squeezed his hand as tight as she could, and for a while they ate in a comfortable silence, each with one hand still intertwined with the other's.
Once they'd finished, they wasted no time in lying backwards once more, and this time Neville didn't deny her any of the kisses she desired, careful that they wouldn't move too strenuously, considering they'd just consumed a full meal, they stayed relatively still, their kisses tentative and light and filled with a sweetness that Pansy could feel utterly consuming her.
"What have you done to me?" she breathed against him.
They'd remained in the same position for a long while, with no worry over how long they had, or whether they'd be caught, Neville having assured her that Professor Sprout had absolutely no need or want to visit the greenhouses in the dead of night, and they simply were, existing together in their hidden, botanical safe place.
She started to breath raggedly as Neville's hand, which had remained still on her stomach, began to roam over her torso, his touch was light and teasing, running down to the top of her jeans, up over her navel, below her top, to the bottom of her bra.
"You feel amazing," he whispered, dipping his head low to plant kisses over her cheek and then her jaw, before eventually he devoured the side of her neck, running his tongue over her sensitive flesh roughly. He bit down, not hard at first, but with an increased intensity at the moan that emanated from her mouth. She felt him suck gently on the same point and brought her hands to his shoulders, using them to pull him forwards. He relented, and, his mouth unmoving from her neck, moved on top of her entirely.
One by one, piece by piece, clothing was discarded from both of their bodies, until all that they remained wearing was underwear, and Pansy knew, despite having been in this proximity with him before, this time was different.
She gasped as he thrust his hips gently forward, feeling the tip of his erection pressing into her most sensitive spot, whilst at the same time planting a chaste kiss on the tip of her left breast, and she let out a louder than usual moan when his tongue began to swirl over her nipple.
He thrust again, and this time Pansy's own hips moved also, meeting his, causing both she and Neville to cry out a collective groan.
Moving his face upwards, he kissed her lips once more and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as she kissed him as deeply as she could, the next thrust of his hips causing his name to spill from her lips, into his.
She fought him as he pulled away, urging his face back to hers as his bare upper body moved upwards, and she found herself actually frowning at him, much to Neville's amusement.
"Where do you think you are you going?" she demanded, tightening the hold her legs had around his waist.
"Well, I thought you might want me to focus," his pupils momentarily darted downwards, to Pansy's underwear, which, truth be told, were now rather damp and uncomfortable, "my mouth...somewhere else."
Her breathing hitched all of a sudden, her underwear suddenly dampening all the more at his words.
"Oh, well...yes. That is a," she swallowed, her usual poise utterly thrown, "good idea, as you were."
Neville smiled darkly before lowering himself on top of her again with a laugh. "Oh no, clearly you want me to keep kissing you," he said the words between kisses, "and I'd hate to-"
It was his latest thrust that did it, pushed her to the point she needed him, down there, more than she currently needed oxygen.
"Move that mouth of yours between my legs, right now" she muttered against his lips, darkly, "or I swear to Merlin, I will never kiss you again."
And, thankfully, despite the fact he took an age of lingering kisses down her abdomen, to the point Pansy was squirming with want beneath him, even more so when he carefully peeled her underwear, agonisingly slowly, from down her legs, until eventually, she felt him place a kiss...down there.
At first, his tongue met her most sensitive point with small, tentative movements. He didn't stay in the same place, instead kissing his way over her inner thighs, and up the entirety of her soaking core, before honing in once more, and then starting his torturous teasing all over again. Only when she was mewling constantly with desire, her nails gripping into his head, did his tongue, and the glorious flicking and lavishing of her it was doing, remained in the same position, the one she needed it in the most.
"Neville I-I'm going to-" she didn't need to finish her sentence, for the orgasm that crashed over her, and the cries it brought forth from her, finished it for her
Pansy wriggled, jolting slightly as Neville's tongue flicked over her a few more times. "Nnnnrgh!"
"What? Are you okay?" Neville asked, clearly concerned.
Pansy, still panting, let out a laugh. "It's really sensitive, you know, after…"
"Oh, sorry!"
"You should be, that was simply awful."
He began to climb over her again. "You didn't sound like you found it awful," his eyes were full of want as he stared down at her.
"Did I not?" she asked him, looking up at him. She bit her lip before continuing, "How did I sound, Neville?"
He lowered himself onto her once more in an instant and stole her lips with his own, she could taste herself on him as he deepened the kiss and as he pulled back, only enough to begin to nibble and gently suck on the side of her neck, she bit her bottom lip, rolling her head backwards as he spoke.
"You sounded like you came... against my mouth," he murmured, throatily. "And you sounded like you loved it," he paused just enough to bite down on her neck, harder than before, "especially because you screamed the place down at the end."
"Do you like it when I scream?" she whispered, trailing her fingers down Neville's stomach as she did, relishing the way he groaned into her neck as she began to softly graze his length over his boxers.
"I like it when I make you scream," he whispered.
She grabbed his erect cock suddenly, making his body jolt. "Do you now?"
He didn't respond with any legible words, only strangled noises from somewhere deep in his throat. Pansy smirked in spite of herself, before placing her mouth next to his ear. "I want you."
After a few seconds, they sat up, Neville back and up on his knees and Pansy forward, gripping his hips as she planted a series of soft kisses over his taut abdomen. His hands tangled their way through her hair and she glanced upwards just long enough to see his head roll back. She smirked again, and, placing her thumbs around the sides of his boxers, tugged the underwear downwards, revealing his entire, impressive length to her.
It bobbed, close to her mouth, and she couldn't resist, as much as it had never been her favourite sexual activity to engage in, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could, before slowly releasing him, running her tongue sloppily up his length to the tip, looking up at him, wantonly, as she did.
This time, his eyes were directed downwards, and they met hers as she blinked upwards, looking as sultry as she could, before she dipped her head low again, taking him as deep as she could once more in the same way. Her tongue swirled around the tip as she brought it from her mouth again, and before Neville had a chance to finish his groan, she took his length back in her mouth, and this time did not do so slowly. Instead, she quickly moved her head up and down, smirking as she felt the hold he now had on her hair tighten.
She pleasured him like that, alternating between fast and slow, until Neville told her, albeit begrudgingly, to stop.
"Oh," Pansy said, plastering her voice with a tone of innocence. "Are you not enjoying this?"
Within seconds, he'd leant down, his face mere millimetres from her own. "I think you know I am, but...I want…" he trailed off.
She kissed him once. "What do you want?"
"You know what I want."
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"No," he replied, placing a series of kisses over her jawline. "I want to make love to you."
If anyone else had uttered the phrase in her presence, she would have openly scoffed at them, but somehow, in the confines of the greenhouse and with Neville lying her back down again, his lips kissing their way over her chest, her breasts and then back to her neck before continuing the cycle all over again, it was different. Neville made the phrase erotic and enticing, and everything she needed in that moment.
A groan escaped her as she felt the tip of his erection against her still-soaking core, and she cried out loud, as did he, as he began to enter her. He did so slowly, tentatively, his movements lacking in the same surety he'd held only seconds ago, which, Pansy realised, remembering in a rush that this wasn't just their first time, but Neville's first time ever, he probably was unsure.
"Is this okay?" he whispered somewhere close to her left ear. He was fully inside her now, and she felt his begin to rise up again.
"This is...amazing," she said breathlessly. "Go faster," she whispered the words as Neville began to slowly enter her fully again.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."
Smiling at his words, she tightened the grip she held on his shoulders. "Baby, you won't hurt me."
He took heed of her words silently, and began to quicken his pace, and for a while all that could be heard was their combined panting. Pansy's legs snaked around Neville's waist and she took it in turns to grip first his shoulders, then the back of his neck, pulling his mouth to meet hers, and then she trailed her fingertips down the side of his torso, gripping the side of his waist as he pounded in and out of her.
"Pans-"
"Harder!"
"Gods!"
"Mmm," she moaned, grazing the side of his neck with her teeth, and when she knew he was particularly close, she bit down, hard, and then kissed the same spot repeatedly. He came over the course of his next few thrusts, and ended by kissing her fiercely, only drawing back to tell her he loved her before crashing his lips into hers again.
"I love you, too," she replied, between yet more kisses. "Fuck, Neville," and he lifted his head slightly from hers and began to stroke the side of her face as she said his name, the truth of her words overcoming her as she spoke them. "I love you so much."