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Once they were safely back in the villa, Neville carefully set her down, keeping in mind that she'd just been dropped on her head. She seemed alright, though a bit sticky, but he wanted to keep her close in any case. "Are you alright? Are you woozy at all?"

Hermione shook her head slightly. "I think I will be okay, I just really want to take a shower and get this saliva off me!" It was drying rapidly, and while she knew it was unlikely to injure her, it certainly didn't feel good either.

Neville nodded in understanding, before supporting her shoulders and walking her to the bathroom, though he was pretty sure that she would be alright on her own. Still, Neville didn't like seeing her hurt, and it gave him a little piece of mind to have her close. He couldn't believe that she'd been attacked by a Venus Flytrap! After all, they were carnivorous, but he'd never seen one large enough to try to digest a human before.

When they got into the bathroom, Neville reluctantly let her go. Hermione wasted no time in pulling her shirt up over her head, using the fabric to wipe some of the saliva off her neck. Then, she realized that she was standing in just her shorts and a nude lace bra in front of Neville Longbottom!

She blushed slightly, but was surprised that she didn't really mind too much that it was him that she was practically naked in front of. In fact, she wanted him to see her this way, and she wanted him to reciprocate.

Looking up, she saw his eyes trying to look anywhere but at her chest, but not doing a very good job. Even his pink cheeks couldn't hide the appreciative look in his eyes. Hermione let her shirt drop to the floor in a wet pile, before trailing her fingers down her body stopping at the clasp of her shorts. Seeing his eyes follow the movement, Hermione had already made her decision.

The shorts fell to the ground next, leaving Hermione standing in a pair of matching nude knickers. Biting her lower lip and gathering every ounce of her Gryffindor courage, she tried to sound as appealing as possible. "Neville, how would you like to join me in the shower?"

She could hear an audible noise of appreciation from her tall friend, before his hands grabbed the bottom of his own shirt, pulling it up over his head. "I think that's probably a good idea. I would hate for you to fall down or something while you were in there."

Hermione openly gaped at his tan, muscular chest. He looked so strong and large, and she wanted to run her hands over every inch of him. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts momentarily, she reached behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor.

Her nipples tightened instantly, either from the cool air or her aching arousal she wasn't sure, and Neville's eyes were instantly drawn to the appearance of the rosy pink buds topping her pale breasts. "To be clear, Neville, I'm not inviting you in because of my safety. I'm inviting you in because I want to get naked with you."

She turned, not wanting to see his reaction in the unlikely case that he would reject her. Hooking her thumbs in her knickers, she pushed the scrap of fabric down her legs, leaving her completely bare. Stepping out of them, Hermione took a few steps forward, stepping into the steam of the hot shower.

After seeing the beautiful curve of Hermione's arse, Neville didn't need to be told twice, and quickly stripped from the rest of his clothes, not even a little bit embarrassed by the thick erection he was sporting. Hermione Granger wanted to get naked with him in a shower, and he could think of nothing he'd rather do at this moment.

He got into the shower after her, closing the glass door. It was a rather spectacular shower, with views of the vast blue ocean, but all of his attention was focused on the wet witch in front of him. With her hair completely wet, it was nearly straight, and Neville found himself missing her wildly curly hair.

She had her head tilted back to completely cover her hair in the cascade of water, her eyes closed, and mouth parted slightly. Her breasts were thrust out towards him, tempting him with the lush flesh, but when he stepped forward, he only had one thing on his mind.

The moment his lips touched her's, her eyes snapped open in surprise before fluttering back shut. Neville thrust his hand in her hair, keeping her head tilted back, and pressed himself against her, his cock pressed against her tightly, showing her what she did to him. Hearing her moan made him feel like he was floating on thin air.

He wanted to press her up against the glass of the shower, but he knew that if he was going to have Hermione Granger, the first time wouldn't be a quickie in the shower. Breaking the kiss, he looked at her tawny eyes, barely visible behind her wide blown pupils. Smiling at her, he reached behind her and grabbed a washcloth and the bar of soap, quickly getting the fabric sudsy.

Starting at her neck, he let his hand rove over her cashmere soft skin, covering ever inch of her shoulders and arms with bubbles, his body shielding her from the spray of the water. He shyly met her eyes when it was time to wash her breasts. She looked dazed almost and said his name like a breathy sigh when his thumbs brushed the hard peaks through the fabric. "Neville."

Her breasts were on the smaller side, but they fit in his hands perfectly, and enticed him, perky and covered in soap. He let the cloth move down to her waist, briefly dipping into her belly button before reaching behind her to get her back. When she'd undressed earlier, he'd noticed the two little points at the small of her back, and he'd decided he'd very much like to kiss those while thrusting into her from behind.

Seeing Neville kneel down to lovingly soap up and down her legs nearly caused Hermione's heart to stop. He was treating her so delicately, so gently, and her nerves were on fire with desire. Each touch made the throbbing in her core pulse a bit more insistently. And now, he was so close, his face was basically right there, but he didn't indulge her wanton fantasies.

Instead, he made sure each of her legs was clean, taking extra care with the leg that had been bitten by the Venus Flytrap. Although it's fangs hadn't been able to penetrate the skin, it had left some bruising that Neville was sure was going to be painful. Once her legs were sufficiently soaped, he stood, smirking a bit at her groan, knowing that he'd left one key place untouched.

At his full height, he let the soapy rag trail down her stomach again, before stopping at her pussy. He used the washcloth to gently clean her, parting her folds and making sure no place was untouched, even sneaking back momentarily to her rosebud.

Hermione mewled at his light touched, grabbing his biceps and trying to press her lips against his neck. "Patience, Hermione." He said pressing a finger to her nose, before letting the water rinse her off, the washcloth forgotten on the floor of the shower. Turning off the water, he grabbed one of the fluffy towels on the rack and proceeded to dry Hermione in much the same way that he'd soaped her, taking his time before drying himself.

She was loving the attention of Neville, her heart racing with every action. This was the kind of romance that she'd been looking for all along, not taking her to some exclusive restaurant just to be seen by reporters with the Hermione Granger, but taking the time to take care of her, because he wanted to. Still, she didn't understand...why wasn't he touching her the way she really wanted him to?

He gave her one of those crooked smiles before wrapping her back up in his arms. "Sorry, Hermione. If I am going to make love to you, the first time will be in the proper bed, not a hot shag in the shower." He seemed to blush at his own naughty words. "Though, I wouldn't be opposed to revisiting this situation at a later date."

Hermione thought that sounded like a fabulous idea, but first, she wanted to see how this encounter went. Grabbing her wand from the counter, she quickly dried her hair, before striding purposefully towards the bedroom. Seeing their heart shaped bed split in two, Hermione waved her wand and in a flash it had been fused back into one.

Turning around, she saw Neville waiting their, his eyes drinking in her form and making her feel sexy and wanted. Crawling carefully on the bed, Hermione beckoned the naked wizard to come join her, taking the time to look at his whole body. He was truly magnificent, but she was most excited his proud cock jutting out from his body. It was long and thick and she couldn't wait to have it inside of her.

Neville didn't have to be asked twice, and was soon on the bed himself, pulling Hermione to settle herself back against the pillows. With her hair fanned out, she looked so beautiful, flushed and wild. Hovering over her, he kissed her again.

Their kiss in the shower had been tentative and sweet, much like the one the night before, but this was passionate, dominating, and unlike anything that Hermione had expected from Neville Longbottom. He nipped her lower lip, pressing his tongue against the seam of her lips, wanting to tangle his tongue with hers, massaging and caressing her mouth.

Hermione ran her hands through Neville's short, dark blond hair, holding him tightly against her. The throbbing in her core was insistent, and Hermione found herself rocking against his thigh, desperate for some friction.

Neville broke away from her lips, before kissing down her neck, sucking on the skin, sure to leave some dark love bites. He trailed his way down her neck, past her collar bones, until he'd wrapped his lips around one nipple, flicking it back and forth with his tongue. Not wanting to neglect the other, he used his hand to pinch the beaded tip.

Hermione was a moaning mess, wanting so much more. She was overcome with excitement, practically dripping, when he left her breasts and kissed down her taut stomach, headed towards her center. His first lick was tentative, but it felt like an electric shock to Hermione, finally being touched where she'd so desperately wanted to be.

Latching his lips on her clit, he alternated between firm sucks and clockwise licks, while a long finger entered her, slowly thrusting inside of her. His groan of appreciation of how tight she was sent shivers of pleasure racing all the way up her spine. "Oh, Neville, please!" She squealed. Hermione couldn't think of a time when she wanted someone more. This had been a whirlwind vacation, but everything seemed so right.

When he added another finger, Hermione quickly found herself coming undone, her pussy tightening around him, while he lapped insistently on her clit, sending her careening into orgasm, moaning his name.

Merlin, Neville thought he'd never get sick of hearing her say his name like that.

Boneless, but wanting more, Hermione pulled on Neville's shoulders, wanting to see him. She pulled him down for a kiss, finding that she didn't mind her taste on his lips, instead still feeling a bit hot that he'd done that for her.

Neville looked down at her, pushing some of her curly hair out of her face. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock between her legs, but he didn't want to push Hermione into something she didn't want. "Hermione, are you sure this is what you want?" Merlin, he prayed that she said yes, because he wanted her.

"Neville, yes, that's why I asked you into the shower with me." She said insistently grinding herself against his hardness.

He groaned, hazel eyes shut tight at the sensation, before opening again. "I just want to be sure...I know that you weren't looking for...this when you came here." He hoped that she might want something with him, but he didn't want to pressure her into something she'd regret when they got back to London.

"I'm positive. I know that I didn't think that I wanted this when I came here, but, to be honest, I've wanted you more and more each day." Hermione didn't want to worry too much about the particulars now, in case Neville didn't want a relationship. "Now, will you please fuck me?"

Neville kissed her again, his hand trailing down her side before positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance, before slowly pushing in inch after inch, groaning at the slickness. Once Hermione had adjusted to his size, he pulled one of her knees up towards her chest. He withdrew slowly before thrusting forward again, both of them moaning at the sensation.

Hermione hadn't ever felt this connected with her previous sexual partners (though, admittedly, there were only two), and she wondered if it was the same for him. He filled her up so completely, seeming to hit all the spots she needed to push her rapidly towards orgasm. She was already so sensitive from her previous one that every time he thrust forward and pressed against her clit had her that much closer.

Clutching him by the shoulders, Hermione met him thrust for thrust before crying out, as her orgasm rushed over her, sending her into bliss. Neville certainly appreciated it, the feel of her coming undone around him, pressing his face against her neck, his ragged breath sending shivers up and down her spine. Two, three, four powerful thrusts and he was pulled over the edge, groaning her name into her ear.

Neville was collapsed against her chest, but Hermione found it to be a bit comforting, feeling his heat against her, his own heart beating as quickly as hers. "That was amazing." She told him, unable to keep a grin from her face. "I should get picked up by Venus Flytraps more often."

Neville laughed, rolling off of her, but pulling her to rest against his side, her head on his chest. "If I didn't hate seeing you hurt so much I might agree. You're right, that was perfect. We work well together."

"What does this mean?" Hermione asked, agreeing that they did work well together. Things had escalated so fast though, and her previous courage was melting away. She liked Neville rather a lot more than she expected.

He gave her a soft smile. "Let's just sleep for now." He wanted to convince her that they should do it again and again and again, but knew that things were still fragile right now. "We can talk more particulars in the morning." He yawned.

Hermione nodded, thinking that it was a good idea. It would give her time to collect her thoughts. Listening to the waves crash beyond the villa, it didn't take long for the pair to doze off.