Cleo's POV
It was 11:03 when I walked into the Herbology classroom. I shut the door behind me and looked around the room for Neville. I realized that he wasn't there yet and, slightly disappointed, I walked over to his desk and sat myself down on it to wait. It was rather warm in the room, so I removed my sweater, leaving myself wearing just ripped jeans and a lacy bralette that came down to just above the end of my ribcage. I sat with my legs dangling off the side of the desk and waited for Neville.
A few minutes later, I was startled by a sharp intake of breath from the other side of the room. I whipped my head around, and saw Neville standing by the door. His pupils were dilated. He strode swiftly over to me and stood between my legs, his eyes burning with desire. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me.
"I need you." I hadn't even realized the words had come out of my mouth until they were already gone. Had I really just said that? How would he react? I glanced nervously at him. His beautiful blue-green eyes were nearly black and a soft groan escaped his lips. I leaned into him and kissed him, more furiously than I ever had before. His hands found their way around my waist as he began to move with me. My nails dug into the back of his neck and he moaned into my mouth.
"Jesus, Cleo." He whispered. He started to kiss his way down my neck, moving his soft lips over every sensitive spot. A soft gasp escaped my lips as he reached the nape of my neck. He paused for a moment, then began to suck gently on the tender skin. My fists tangled themselves in his hair and I melted into him. Suddenly, without warning, he gently bit down. I let out a soft scream. He moved his mouth back up to mine.
"Hush love." He murmured.
"How the hell am I supposed to be quiet when you're doing THAT?"
He smiled and moved his mouth back down my neck.
"When I'm doing what?" He breathed into my skin. I gasped as he bit down again.
"THAT." It came out as more of a moan than a word. I felt him stiffen against me as I gripped his hair. He continued moving his lips downward until they were hovering above my chest. I could feel his warm breath through my bralette and my nipple hardened. I felt him pause, waiting for some sort of sign to continue moving forward. I arched my back into his mouth and let myself go.
"You're absolutely incredible Cleopatra."
We had been together almost an hour and lay together on the floor of the classroom. After about 45 minutes of heated kissing, we had both decided that we needed to stop, or else we wouldn't have been able to. Lying in his arms, enveloped in his warmth, I had never been happier. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and held me a little tighter. I never wanted to leave, but when the clock struck twelve, I knew it was time to go. I pulled myself off of him and stood up to put my sweater back on. Almost as soon as I was up, I felt his breath on the back my neck and his arms wrapped around me.
"Are you sure you have to go love?" he whispered. Every piece of my being was telling me to stay. Stay. Let yourself fall back into him. But my brain knew better. I turned to face him.
"I have a test first thing tomorrow morning" I said, in a fake stern voice. "And 'I was up late hooking up with my Herbology teacher' is not a very good excuse for failing a test."
He scrunched up his face in mock anger.
"Goodbye Neville." I leaned in as I said it, and placed a light kiss on his lips. I turned to go and walked out of the room, knowing if I looked back I wouldn't make it to my test the next morning.
