Sorry for grammar mistakes and spelling issues! BIG sex scene; so big its unbelievable. Ten pages, just like the last one! YAY! Im so proud of by skills!!!! Review and Review! ^_- It's the sequel to the chapter before; i make allot of sequels for the story xD Remeber: BIG SEX SCENE (between Draco and Neville)


As It Should Be


Neville walked back to the Gryffindor house slowly, bitterly thinking of how that night was his last night of detention.

What made Neville seem so kind and innocent? He wasn't one bit! Neville was a soul of emotions that ranged from bitter cold hate to resentful rudeness towards the society. He rarely was happy and he never frolicked with glee.

Neville was an outcast which forced him to keep all his emotions inside; to never release them in front of anyone.

He had to be strong, but really, he was just weak.

Like how he couldn't stick up for himself in a bad situation.

Like how he forced himself to ignore the rude comments.

Like how he still couldn't approach Draco Malfoy about his unedifying love for the Death Eater.

Neville sighed deeply. Will he ever stop thinking of Draco?

It's almost impossible.

Draco is so beautiful. His pale, smooth skin that gleams in the light. His bright smile where every tooth shines like a new-born star. His blonde-ish-silver hair that is so perfect and long it looks like its unicorn hair. His grey eyes that glow with emotion.

And oh, that beautiful body that he holds beneath his newly bought cloak. Every muscle outlined and perfect, just right for his lean body.

Neville felt like banging his head on the wall.

Stop. Thinking. Of. Him!

But it was hopeless. Neville's mind would always think back to the unblemished Malfoy.


Harry Potter stared down to the piece of parchment on the desk in front of him, eyes wide.

But he wasn't the only one.

It might have been the whole school doing the same thing he was doing, but with how Harry was only in Transfiguration right now, he couldn't tell.

But he was almost sure.

Who wouldn't gape down at this sheet?

Almost at the same time as his classmates, Harry looked up to see Neville's desk, though the boy was gone. Having left for his grandmothers funeral, Neville had missed what had just been set out to the class.

They stared at the desk for a long time, unable to speak. How could this boy...this outcast...beat him? Beat Harry Potter!

Had there been a mis-quill?

But no; Dumbledore had written this himself, and in all the years of Hogwarts, there had never been a mistake in the line.

Harry was speechless; possibly angry.

Finally, someone spoke: "Wow."

Wow indeed; This paper was a pole of a sort. It was the three hottest males in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Top Three Sexiest Males In Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

1. Neville Longbottom

2. Harry Potter

3. Ronald Weasley / Draco Malfoy

Beside the writing was a picture of Neville Longbottom. But the picture was rather odd; Neville was in the Quidditch field alone. He had just walked on it, and he was looking around to see if anyone was there. Then, when he realized there wasn't, he set his backpack down and started to do the most miraculous things. The way his body moved in flexibility as he did one/none/two hand front and back flips was astonishing. His body curved into what muggles would call a 'bridge' and his body was perfect with the hand stands. It was like magic; his body moved so freely. And the way he smiled as he finished, standing there panting lightly. His shirt had been stripped before, now accompanying the backpack. His toned and lean body was fine. His muscles gleamed on his body; they stretched the right way; his chest rose and fell nicely as he breathed, and unfortunately, the way the camera was, you couldn't make out his nipples. A pity.

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But how could this be so? How could this....geek....be so hot? Why hadn't they seen it?

The class remembered many times when Neville would take off his sweater vest, but they had never payed attention. The class remembered the day when Neville started speaking out, but that day had been locked in the back of their minds ever since Harry's dream of Voldemort.

And Neville so flexible? What would it be like to fuck him?

And that beautiful smile? What would it be like when he's lost in lust and passion? How would his cheeks spark? A deep shade of red or a bright pink?

Neville had their minds buzzing, and now, he was the center attention one more.


Draco sat in the back of class, twirling a lock of silver-blonde hair with his finger. Now there was competition?

What idiots the others were!

Were they so damn oblivious to the Longbottom that they couldn't see he had transformed?!

Draco had noticed the changing the moment it started; it was so obvious! How do you not notice that leaned and toned body? That rebellious side that had hooked on him?

He had punched the Malfoy!

He had been teasing Neville for a long time now, mostly because he loved the reaction of the newly formed being.

And with each reaction, came an emotion bottled up inside the male. He loved the light pink color that skimmed upon the pale skinned cheeks when he was embarrassed or angry.

Draco also enjoyed watching Neville walk away from someone; his had obviously never been fucked before; it would be so tight. And the heat....it would be unbearable.

Class was released and Draco walked out into the hall, quickly getting annoyed once out there.

'Look at his body!'

'It's perfect for him isn't it?!'

'Look how his muscles are toned! What the hell did he do?!'

'Man, he's gunna get fucked as soon as he comes back here!'

'I'll be the first one!'

'No! I'll be the first one! I deserve to see how tight and hot his ass is!'

Draco blinked, clenching his pack tighter.

Blaise was suddenly by him.

"Can you believe i—"

"SHUT UP!," Draco bellowed.

The hall became extremely quiet, and many faces turned to face him.

Draco shot demonic death glares back, and many scurried away instantly. Others just rolled their eyes and began gossiping once again.

Draco walked, keeping in silent fume.

He was the first.


Neville, dressed in a black suit, stared down at the grave. Tears gleamed, and all he wanted to do was ball his eyes out. He took short, hitched breathes as his heart pounded in his chest. He tried to ignore it; he didn't want to cry here.

This was his grandma; he couldn't cry in front of her anymore. He hadn't cried in front of her in a long time; Neville was a big boy, he could handle it.

Neville ran his trembling hands over the marble coffin, wanting to feel her; his grandma's warmth.

But all there was was coldness. Ending coldness.

Neville felt tears stream down his eyes, and he let out a shaky gasp. Then, he began sobbing. He tried to wipe away the tears; he tried to smile.

But the tears reformed quickly, and the smile was nothing. It wasn't cheering him up; it was making him sadder.

Neville stayed their for ten minutes, and then, he felt a moment where he wouldn't cry.

He took that moment swiftly, wiping away the tears and putting on a fake smile.

He turned around to where his parents sit in their wheel chairs, just staring at the site in front of them—not knowing even half of what was going on.

They stared at Neville, there eyes reaching some emotion.

"Let's go," Neville said softly. They simply stared back.

Neville let out a sigh. He searched around for flowers, and came across a bright orange and yellow and blue one.

It was glowing with pride and beauty.

Neville grabbed it and set on the grave.

Without a word or a last glance, he turned around and began pushing his parents back to the hospital.


Neville stayed dormant for that week.

He stayed with his parents in the hospital room. He refused to leave to another bed or room.

He stayed on the love-couch and stared either at his parents or the window.

When he got tired, he slept. When he awoke, he felt a blanket over top of him.

When he was hungry, he didn't eat. He wasn't hungry.

He rarely talked, and it was your special day to see him smile at you.

And it was a fake smile; it was obvious.

Neville didn't know what to think. Where would he go now? Now that his grandma was gone and his parents couldn't even care for themselves?

He had no home to go to.

He was officially alone.

Could he still go to Hogwarts?

Would they even accept him?

Would they just send him out on his own? Leave him to fend for his own?

Just die?


"Please come with me, ," Miss. McG almost whispered, setting out a hand for Neville to grab.

Neville ignored it. He jumped off the carriage and onto Hogwarts ground. looked over him for a moment, her eyes filled with remorse, then turned around and began walking.

Neville followed her into the school, his eyes planted on the stone ground. It was very late at night, so no one was awake and out in the halls.

Neville followed the professor to Dumbledore's office, where he met the headmaster at his desk.

Dumbledore ordered Professor McG to leave and Neville to sit down. They both complied.

Neville didn't feel comfortable in the seat at all, but that really didn't matter.

It was silent for many moments. Neville didn't want to talk. He just wanted to disappear—it was something he was so good at, why couldn't he do it now?

The Headmaster broke the silence. He picked up a bowl of yogurt covered raisins. "Would you like some?"

Neville shook his head. His intestines whined for nutrience after, but Neville ignored it.

It was silent for a little while more. Actually, more of a long while. It might have been five minutes. Maybe twenty. Maybe forty-five. Maybe an hour.

Time goes by when your head is empty and you just stare at something.

Then, "I am sorry about your grandmother."

Neville nodded once.

"I believe you have no other capable guardians?"

Neville nodded.

Dumbledore let out a large sigh, leaning back into his chair. It squeaked. "Troublesome....," he murmured.

Neville blinked slowly. "May i go to my dorm?," he said quietly.

He felt the headmaster's eyes gaze over him, then, "Oh, Yes. You must be tired. You are dismissed."

Neville nodded and stood up. He walked out of the Headmasters office and then into the halls.

It was extremely quiet, and Neville was glad. He didn't want in audience right now.

His heart hurt to much.

He just wanted to be reassured that everything would be okay. So his heart could stop hurting so much.

Neville was only half way to the common room when he felt a rush of nausea overcome him.

He grabbed onto the wall for support, and he slowly slid to the floor. The world started twisting and turning all around him, colors mashing together.

Neville's mind collapsed on him.


'Great,' Draco thought, looking down to the collapsed teen.

Wasn't this Draco's perfect day?

Draco sighed and picked up the boy bridle style.

Neville 'mf'ed, and his hands clenched onto Draco's shirt. Neville snuggled into Draco's chest, and he let out a relieved sigh.

He liked the warmth.

Draco wondered where he should take Neville.

He could be nice and give him back to Gryffindor, or he could be a natural Malfoy and take him back to Slytherin.

A most astonishing thing happened next.

Neville cuddled deeper into Draco chest and then: "Draco....," he whispered softly.

Draco's eyes widened in surprise, and then a demonic smirk crossed over Draco's mouth.

Slytherin's house it is.


Draco set Neville down on his king sized bed, and then got on top of him.

Neville's steady breath smelled of a minty peach—most likely from cough drops.

Draco stared down at Neville's beautiful face.

Draco would be the first. Draco would be the only.

Neville 'nuf'ed, and his eyes started opening slowly. He blinked sleepily, a few times—tears still coating his tear ducts— and then his eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Wh-where am —"

Neville's tired voice was cut off by a deep kiss.

Neville drew a sharp breathe in surprise, and Draco forced his tongue in.

Neville was slow to realize what was happening, but when he did, it was quite an astounding.

Neville's back pushed against the head board as Draco pushed harder and harder.

Neville brought his hand up and cupped Draco's face, kissing back.

Their tongue's tied together, saliva swishing around in their mouths.

They dipped into each others mouths, wanting to feel the full extent on what they could do.

Neville's heart was beating fast and hard, pounding against his skin. He didn't know what this lusty feeling was, but he liked it.

He liked Draco.

Neville's eyelids lowered in passion. Draco was so skilled. So good. It was like his tongue had learned from the master. Draco was the master. His master.

After many moments of sweet sounds of mouth fucking, they parted.

Neville, trying to calm down his rapid breathes—realizing that he had gone many minutes without a single mouthful of air— looked into Draco's beautiful grey eyes weakly, feeling as if Draco was too beautiful to look at.

A bright pink shade crossed Neville's cheeks, making him look like an angel.

Draco smirked. "You hide so many feelings inside you...," he murmured, "Why don't we spill those all out tonight?"

Neville's eyes widened and his breath hitched. Then, they lowered again and his breath became a barely-steady breath once again. "Y-you don't even l-like me....."

"Really now?," Draco said. "I've liked you for some time now, actually." Neville gasped, his eyes shooting up to stare at Draco with shock. He blinked and the tears that had coated his eyes finally fell over.

Draco grinned and pushed Neville back down. Neville began to say something but Draco put a finger to his pink lips. "Shh," he ordered. Neville gulped and nodded. "O–"

"Shh."

Neville blushed a deeper hint of pink.

Draco looked around for a tie-device, but couldn't so he just reached under his bed and pulled out a crimson colored ribbon.

He tied Neville's hands to the headboard. Neville stiffened at the first, obviously not liking the fact up being restrained.

But it wasn't up to him. It was up to Draco. And Draco got what he wanted.

Always.

Neville had already been stripped(except for his pants and boxers), so everything was all the easier. Draco ran a hand down Neville's abdomen as he kissed down Neville's neck line.

The kisses were small but frequent, and each caused a small gasp to escape Neville's lips. Draco noticed a very soft spot on Neville. It's between his shoulder and neck, and it's almost like a birthmark.

When Draco kissed it, Neville let out a loud moan. Draco raised an eyebrow, and he kissed it again, causing the same reaction to come out. This time, Draco nibbled at it softly. His tongue caressed it, lapping it with hot saliva. Neville's body tensed and untensed with each movement, and he groaned, a foggy pleasure sweeping over his mind. Draco suckled on that spot, and his nibbles became harder as they drew blood. Draco was quite a fan for blood. Neville's blood was sweet and rich; Draco suck it all up as his lips pulled in the skin tightly. When he was done, that soft spot was bright red and tingling Neville's body.

That was Draco's mark of possession.

Draco kissed down Neville's abdomen, his tongue trailing. He loved the feel of Neville's body. So soft and smooth, just like a baby. Neville may have toned out everything of his child days, but he sure as hell didn't loose the softness of it.

His skin was like water that even if you touch it, you couldn't disturb the smoothness.

His pale body was like fine silk—one which Draco would pay any amount of money for.

Draco leaned up to his straddling position, smirking. He looked at Neville's face.

Neville's eyes were shut tight and his face was the darkest shade of pink—the one that was just a simple shade away from red. Tears threatened to leak over the corners of his eyes, and his perfect eye brows were half between sexy lust of painfully cuteness. It was obvious was lost in pleasure. The tips of Neville's ear were gleaming with redness and they twitched with every caress of Draco's hand on his stomach. Neville's lips were parted slightly, revealing his now strait(Neville's grandmother had done a spell on them long ago when they realized they couldn't afford what muggles would call 'braces) white teeth.

Neville's hair was wet with sweat and some stuck to his face, though the brown cuteness was partially wild and gave Neville that rebellious look.

"You are too cute for your own good," Draco murmured.

"Ngh...?"

Draco smiled. "I don't even know if your cute anymore. Your too sexy to be cute."

Neville's back arched as he felt Draco cup his erection through the sheets and his pants. Neville moaned and then his back fell to the sheets once more.

Draco grinned, loving the reaction Neville was giving. He rubbed the fabric and the bulge became bigger and bigger, like a house.

Draco leaned back down and his tongue snuck over Neville's left, perked, pink nub. As soon as Draco's tongue lapped once around it, Neville's hips thrust up into Draco's rubbing hands.

He let out a loud moan, and Draco hoped everyone could hear all the sounds of him, the first one(an only) doing this to him.

Draco continued to nibble at the nipple, sucking on it as he rubbed Neville's clothed erection.

Neville thrust into his hand again and again, restless.

His stomach tingled with butterflies, and pleasure seeped through his body, filling every pore.

His mind was cloudy with lust and passion, and his mouth was unable to moan out all his feelings. It was, and is, unexplainable to have those cold hands caressing your body. The hot sticky tongue sucking on your skin. The perfect sized hands rubbing against your erection. The perfect, smooth words that filled your ears.

Neville pulled against the restraint, and he whimpered as he realized it was no use. He wanted more power in a situation like this, but Draco wouldn't have that. Draco sucked long and hard, and Neville feared he would come right then and there.

Neville was known for his sensitiveness, and he was surprised he hadn't come yet.

As Neville rolled his hips against Draco's hands, he knew if Draco didn't stop then, he would come.

Neville's body began to twitch as Draco continued, and Neville was trying his hardest to hold back.

"I-im g-g-going to c-cum!," he whispered frantically, hoping to save himself.

Draco smirked and then he stopped, leaning back up and looking to the boy.

Neville was slightly disappointed as he arousal went away; maybe he shouldn't have warned....

Draco ripped off the covers to reveal Neville pants, which looked like they were going to burst any moment.

Draco stared down at the gigantic budge, and smirked with excitement. Neville's pants had already unzipped completely, and the button was just about to release itself.

Draco bent down and lightly nudged the button and it flew open. Draco was shown white boxers.

Draco slowly began pulling down Neville's pants, torturing Neville.

Once the pants were off, all that was left was the boxers. But no, those couldn't go as fast as the pants had.

Draco placed a hand on Neville's thigh and rubbed it softly.

Neville groaned. "S-stop t-t-teasing m-me," he murmured helplessly.

Draco smirked and rubbed the area more; it was so close to Neville's erection it was no wonder why he was complaining.

But Draco couldn't play long; he knew this. Neville was too sensitive for that kind of work.

Draco didn't really mind; every second inched closer to the finally.

To Neville's great relief, Draco began to pull down his boxers, letting his erection breathe.

It was a great surprise to see Neville's 'little him' to Draco. Draco had always assumed it was tiny, but it wasn't. It was big; a perfect size for Neville.

"I didn't know you were this big Neville," Draco said, amused. "Maybe if the others knew this then they wouldn't call you such idiotic names."

Neville whimpered in reply.

Draco chuckled.

Still to innocent for his own good.

Draco took Neville's erection with a force; he gripped onto it and began stroking with a speed of a turtle.

Neville gasped, his eyes rolling back into his head. "...harder...ngh...hah..f-faster...."

A grin spread across Draco's mouth.

He remained at his speed, doing light strokes.

"P-please....?"

"Please what?"

"Ngh....p-please mas-master...?"

Draco's hand threatened to stop.

"PLEASE MASTER!," Neville screamed.

'Now that is how you beg,' Draco thought with amusement. Draco's hand began to stroke faster and harder, reaching all the way to the base and then jerking back.

Neville thrust into the movement, gasping with pleasure.

It was only moments later when Neville felt his balls tighten. His back arched and he let out a cry as he came.

Hot seed coated Draco's hand and his bed sheets and some of Neville's body.

Draco smirked he took his hand away and rubbed his thumb and index finger together, slowly spreading them apart and watching how sticky liquid stretched thinner as it still connected the two.

The sound Neville had made when he came; it was amazing. He hoped that one woke up the whole school. And Neville had produced allot more semen then Draco had certainly expected.

But Neville was always full of surprises.

Neville lay there panting heavily from all the energy just released, but as he watched Draco, he became hard once more.

Draco noticed this and smirked, running a finger along Neville's erection. "You're a whore aren't you?,"he whispered.

Neville whimpered, not knowing wether he was or not. Was he?

Suddenly, Draco leaned down and took Neville's erection into his mouth. Neville gasped, his eyes widening.

Draco's hot mouth sucked on his length, taking in the whole thing. His tongue pocked the tip, sucking on the pinkness.

Neville's face turned a smothering cherry red, and he groaned in pleasure.

His hips bucked to the heated saliva coating his cock, and all he wanted to do was scream out.

"Faster...faster..," he urged, his heart threatening to beat out his chest.

Draco complied, deciding he couldn't hold himself back.

"Oh yes...y-yes...so good....yes...so good...," Neville groaned, his mind lost in delight.

His wrists pulled against the ribbon weakly as his hips bucked in a steady rhythm of cock-sucking.

Draco began messaging Neville's balls, rolling them between his thumb and index finger.

Neville's body burned and he began to moan louder and louder, his breathes coming short to him.

Soon, he came into Draco with another loud cry fallowed by smaller ones, and tears streamed out of his eyes with pleasure.

Draco left Neville's pounding erection, having already drank Neville's sweet seed. He didn't know what it taste like. It wasn't salty or anything like that. It was slightly sweet, but it had an exotic feel to it.

But it was the most amazing thing ever Draco had ever tasted, and that's all that mattered.

Draco kissed Neville's soft spot on his neck softly, and in that same moment that Neville gasped in pleasure, Draco stuck his finger inside Neville.

Before Neville could react, Draco pulled it back out. It was tight as hell and there and it was like lava hot.

Draco liked it.

Neville felt the small pange of aftermath, so he let out a small whimper, but nothing more.

Draco had no need to tell Neville what was going on and what would happen soon next, mostly because Neville had enough common sense to know.

"A-are y-you sure?," Neville whispered.

"If i wasn't why would i do it?," Draco replied.

Neville didn't reply to that, momentarily embarrassed over his stupidity.

Draco grinned. He opened Neville's legs wide, and ordered Neville to order that position.

Neville nodded obediently.

"Good boy....," Draco muttered under his breath.

Neville heard and blushed redder then he already was.

Draco stared at Neville's puckering pink hole with interest. It was so beautiful and the way it was flinching made Draco want to enter it all the more.

Draco took his index finger and began lightly rubbing the area around it, not in the least surprised to hear Neville's silent gasps.

The skin was soft; softer then the other skin on Neville's body. Draco rubbed it fiercely, going up and down.

Then, his finger stopped at the hole, where he brushed it lightly. Neville's whole tried to eat up Draco's finger; suck it up. Literally.

Draco let a small amount of his finger in. Without a protest, it was consumed. Draco smiled, and stuck it in fully. It went all the way in, and still there was an endlessness. It was deeper then Draco had expected; of course.

Draco set another finger in.

Neville's walls gripped on his fingers tightly, burning them. Neville was practically on fire.

Draco began doing scissory motion, but Neville failed to stretch. The boy was just so tight....

Unable to handle his heart beating against his chest anymore, Draco unsheathed his cock.

Neville tried not to stare at it, but he couldn't help himself. It was so big and..beautiful.

Draco smirked. "Like what you see?"

Neville nodded, unable to produce words for what seemed like a holly object.

Neville found himself being flipped over and a rapid move. He gasped as his knees were forced to hold him up.

Draco parted Neville's legs to reveal once again the puckering pink hole.

His already extremely painfully erection jerked with excitement.

Draco sighed deeply, smirking.

"Don't be surprised—"

Draco shoved his cock inside Neville.

Neville cried out in pain.

"—if this hurts."

Painful tears stung in Neville's eyes as he let out a scream of agony.

It felt as if his body had been split in half.

Draco stayed, his erection completely inside Neville's anus, letting Neville get accustom to Draco inside him. He wouldn't wait long—it was only for the reason that he didn't want that much blood on his bed sheets.

Inside Neville was like heaven. The tightness made Draco want to burst; he felt like he was going to break in half. It was as hot as hell itself, and it burned Draco's erection.

It was amazing.

Neville clenched the sheets tightly as tears leaked out his eyes. 'I have to be strong for him. I'm not weak.'

Releasing a hitched breath, Neville said, "Y-you c-can ma-move."

Draco smirked, feeling Neville's trembling body against him.

He began fucking the boy, pulling his cock in and out of him. He felt like he was going to break in half, but it felt good. He could tell Neville was trying to calm down, and slowly, the tightness loosened, giving an easier passage.

Neville made many cries of pain in the beginning; it hurt. There was no way else to explain it.

But it was only a minute later when it started feeling good.

He needed it now. He couldn't live without it. He had to have it.

Neville thrust his head back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Neville slammed his body against Draco's cock, helping with rhythm. "Moooore...," he groaned. "Ahh....more....so good....mooore...."

Draco grinned. His hand found Neville's length, and he began pumping it.

Neville screamed with joy, tears streaming out his eyes. His face took the darkest shade possible of red as tingles filled himself. His body trembled with excitement and pleasure.

Draco pumped Neville with the same rhythm of his fucking, feeling sensation in his body.

How much longer could he hold out?

Not that long.

Suddenly Neville let out his loudest cry.

Found it

Draco slammed against Neville's prostate, grinning.

It wasn't long till Neville started his loud moans of releasment.

"I'm....!I'm...!" he was unable to finish his sentence, words just to confusing for him to form in the heat.

Draco nodded, though he knew Neville couldn't see.

And only moments later, as their balls tightened on themselves, they both released at the same seconds.

...

Draco pulled out of Neville, panting. Semen filled Neville, and it was leaking out of his hole, mixed with blood, sliding down Neville's thighs.

Neville fell over, his knee's now to weak to support him.

His face was blank; he had fallen asleep.

Draco watched him sleep as his breath calmed down.

Then he sighed and smirked in amusement.

He untied Neville's wrists and set Neville's arms in a more comfortable position on his body.

It was a very good thing Draco had his own room.

Draco then left Neville for the bathroom; he definitely needed to wash.

As he closed the door, Neville's eyes opened.

A soft smile crossed his lips.

Everything was as it should be.

End