The progression of Harry and Neville's relationship evolved over the many weeks to where the point where they were together when they had a free moment and many nights they slept wrapped up in each other, usually alternating between each other's bed. Harry wasn't quite sure when they had become lovers yet he was glad that Neville was willing to leave his past where it belonged without another word said about it since the day of the attack. No one mentioned the relationship as everyone had grown accustomed to seeing the pair seemingly attached at the hip most nights. Harry groaned slightly in the dull pain that ached in his lower back that had plagued him for most of the day.
"What's wrong, love?" Neville asked, concern touching his features. "You've been making that same pained expression since lunch." Harry shook it off and quickly checked the glamour charms that he had in place to hide his growing midsection. Despite everyone supporting him after the truth about Ron had come to light, he didn't anyone knowing what he had been left with in the aftermath.
"Just the normal aches that Pomfrey told me about starting to kick in, that's all," Harry placated his boyfriend. "She's just restless I guess." Neville chuckled at the sentiment Harry bestowed upon the form that started to form in his belly.
"How did you come to the conclusion that it's a girl? Everything is dictating that it will be a boy yet you are adamant that this little one is female," Neville commented. Harry just shrugged though Neville knew the answer that he was thinking; a girl was something that Harry desperately held out for to break the mold that everything in his past held. All save one of the Weasley's were boys and the Potter family was notorious for having boys as well and he wanted a girl to brake the repetitiveness it seemed. A girl meant starting out his family fresh despite the circumstances that had brought him to the point yet Neville knew that Harry loved the child already despite what gender or coloring would be. Neville wrapped his left arm around Harry's waist and absent mindedly drew his fingers back and forth against Harry's charmed stomach while they worked valiantly on the Potions essay that most everyone else had given up on long ago. Letting out a rather drawn out yawn, Harry's eyes drooped heavily with his eyelashes batting lightly against his cheeks. Taking up on the cue, Neville packed up their books into his knapsack and easily picked up Harry off the floor despite the protest he received from the boy-who-lived.
"Neville, I am perfectly capable of walking up a set of stairs by myself! I am not an invalid, you know that right?" Harry cried out. Neville paid him no mind to the struggling that Harry put up who finally calmed down some when placed in the comfort of his own bed. He slid on top of the comforter next to Harry who looked at him with rather bleary eyes though the life began to come back to them as Neville began to pepper kisses on the exposed skin above Harry's shirt collar. His nimble fingers easily opened the buttons of Harry's shirt, freeing the flawless skin below to the chilly air. Goosebumps rose when the flesh was exposed to the room but was easily pushed back when warm fingers probed the expanse of hard muscle from hard Qudditch training. Brining his face up, Neville planted a kiss firmly on his lover's lips which would be puffy and bruised amongst other things should he get his way by the end of the night. Harry gasped loudly when teeth bit down on his lower lip though he didn't protest the feeling as it affected his blood flow greatly to his nether regions. He was sure his pupils were dilated at the feelings that were being placed upon his body that Harry never knew that could come from Neville though he didn't dare mention it lest the feelings stopped coming.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Harry?" Neville asked. He ran his fingers through the unruly black hair that was splayed out across the pillow beneath Harry. Harry brought his face back up to meet Neville's in a fiery kiss that removed all doubt from either of their minds what their minds and bodies really wanted. Neville wasted no time in removing the rest of Harry's clothing and threw them in every which direction, not really paying attention to where they landed. He dipped his low to Harry's belly button and lapped at the skin that responded eagerly to the attentions that it was receiving. Harry moaned again as Neville moved lower once more and his tongue swiveled around all the sensitive spots of his aching member. Neville quickly pulled away from Harry's pelvis which earned a groan from his lover at the loss of the hot wetness of his mouth.
"Do you want to bottom or would you prefer to top?" Neville asked lovingly. Harry thought about his answer deeply for a moment before he responded in a way he had never before.
"I want to bottom this time. I've never done it before and I would love to do it for you for our first time together," Harry replied. Neville obliged his boyfriend willingly as he began to divest himself of his clothing as well, slowly enough to tease the boy beneath him in the bed. Harry wrapped his fingers tightly around himself in his need to reach his release but his efforts were quickly thwarted by a small smack to his hand. His pleasure was heightened when a lubed finger slowly pressed against his entrance and slowly entered him and pushed deeper into his body. Harry thrust his hips upwards to meet the intruding finger that brushed up against his sensitive prostate had him seeing stars. Neville introduced a second finger slowly to help prep Harry though the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach made it obvious about his nervousness.
"Calm down, Neville. I'm not going to judge you in what happens tonight, I promise. We all have a first time and it's going to probably be clumsy on both of our parts until we figure out what to do with each other," Harry soothed. Neville relaxed slightly at the comforting words and feeling that Harry was stretched enough he pulled his fingers despite the protesting whine. He lined himself with Harry and in one blinding instant they moved together which Neville thought in his last moment of coherent thought was utter bliss.
Neither lasted very long in their lovemaking and with Harry's orgasm ripping through him, his body contracted against Neville's member which forced his own orgasm to wash over his senses. Neville fell heavily next to Harry in exhaustion though careful not to crush any of their extremities. Harry was asleep in mere moments after the excursion they experienced and Neville was content to simply watch the rise and fall of his chest of his boyfriend in his peaceful sleep.
"I love you," Neville whispered into Harry's ear before he followed him into dreamland.