So...because I've been so bad...here is another chapter. Don't be too mad at me for this one. There is a point to this. Promise.

Chapter 5

"Hermione, wake up." He shook her gently.

Her eyes snapped open. "What? What happened?"

Neville turned away to face the wall. "You were crying."

"What? ..No. I wasn't. I-" She sat up, feeling the tears running down her cheek.

He rubbed his eyes, "The war or the prick?"

She sniffed, "both."

He sighed, "Honestly, I don't know which was worst."

Hermione hugged him from behind, "I'm sorry."

Neville chuckled, "Aren't we all."

"Maybe I should go."

"Maybe this time you'll stay away?"

She smiled against his back, "Do you want me to?"

He brought her hand to his rock hard erection. "Yes."

It was a lie and they both knew it. How many times had they done this dance? How many times did she promise to never come back? Too many to count.

"I'm sorry Nev."

He turned to face her, "Why?" Neville slowly pushed the straps of her nightgown down. His breath hitch in his throat as her nipples came into view. "I know what I signed up for. I'm not delusional." Carefully he palmed her breasts. "Just because you have my heart, doesn't mean you have to give me yours." Slowly, he laid her back down and climbed on top of her. "You don't know what this means to me. What you mean to me."

Neville push the hem of her night gown up and settled himself between her legs. "Every time you let me touch you, I feel like the luckiest man in the world." He groaned to find her naked under the gown. "Every time feels like the first time." She was trembling under him. "I know why you come here. I know why you seek me out."

Hermione's breaths were coming in short. His fingers were magic. He could make her forget who she was with one touch. A pinch to her clit made her see stars. Yes, he was right. She wanted this. She came for this. She knew he couldn't deny her. He never did. Even after she broke his heart….endless times.

Neville squeezed her breasts, making her arch to him. "Does he know you fuck me?" He bit down on her sensitive buds. "Does he know you come here and beg me to fuck you?" He sucked them softly. "I wish he could see how wet you are right now. I wish he could see how much you want me."

Hermione pulled on his hair, making him look at her, "Do you want to fuck me or him?"

He chuckled, "I have a choice?"

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, let me just call - ohh" She moaned as he pushed two fingers inside her.

"Not tonight," He chuckled, "tonight your mine." Neville positioned himself between her legs, breathing in her musk. His fingers never leaving the comfort of her walls. He blew hot breaths against her sex, watching her body shutter. Teasingly, he kissed her thighs, avoiding her pussy. "You know what I want to hear."

She moaned in protest. No, not this time. She wouldn't give in this time….that's what she told herself every time….but she need him. Him, who made her feel special. Him, who made her feel wanted. Him, who made her feel alive. Damn it all. "Fuck me Neville. I want you to fuck me."

He latched onto her clit, sucking greedily at the bud. Her body revolted against the attack. She squirmed, tossing side to side. He held her down, pulling her closer to his eager mouth. He knew she loved when he did this. He ate her like a man dying of hunger. His tongue replaced his fingers, thrusting into her wet cunt.

"Neville!" her screams echoed around the room. Hermione mind swirled in pleasure. Neville was so good at making her lose control. His sex was different from Draco. His was careful and giving. He wanted her climax. He craved it.

He pulled his head up. Fuck. He could stay down here all night, but she was ready. She needed more. Slowly he pushed himself inside her. Merlin, she always felt so good. Even after having a baby, she was still so tight. Her body always responded so perfectly to him. Her walls craddled him so firmly. He couldn't stop if his life depended on it. Her moans egged him on. Every thrust was a step closer to his reward.

"Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Open your legs, love. Open them wider." No matter how hard he fucked her, he just couldn't get in deep enough. He was bottoming out, but he wanted more, needed more. He growled, flipping her onto her stomach. Neville pulled her to the edge of the bed and mounted her.

Hermione gasped as he pistoled in and out of her. He was so deep inside of her that she swore his dick would come out her throat at any minute. Gods, he must be really angry with her. He'd never been this rough before. She loved it. She needed it. "Fuck me. Fuck me." It was all she could think to say.

Neville could feel his climax approaching. It was burning through him. He gripped her waist harder, slamming her into him. She screamed, clenching down, releasing his prize. He followed, grabbing her breasts and emptying deep inside her.

She pushed him off and grabbed her wand. Within a couple seconds and in a haunting green glow, reality once again set in. She didn't love him. She didn't want him. She didn't want to have his children.