Chapter 4 – A Spare Room
Ginny and Neville were amongst the last to leave the hall. While Ginny and Luna led a small group cleaning up, Neville talked quietly with Ernie, complimenting him on the band and its music.
"We're all done, Neville," Ginny called out from the doorway, and Neville walked over, wondering what they would do next. He knew what he wanted, but was it possible? Would Ginny go along? Ginny had plans of her own, which he was about to discover.
"Where are we going?" he asked. He had planned to spend the night in his old dormitory, or the Gryffindor common room if something else didn't work out, but now they were headed away from the Gryffindor tower, away from Ginny's room as Head Girl. He didn't know where they were headed, only that Ginny was leading the way.
"I had a room set aside for Harry and Hermione, but it turns out they don't need it," she explained. "Sooooo, I didn't want it to go to waste…and I thought we might…" She broke off, looking to see his reaction. Neville had never been much of a lady's man, and his dating was pretty much limited to Ginny, even back at the Tri-Wizards Ball. They both knew that the first time was going to be…well…it was going to be their first time, but they wanted to be together more than anything else this night. They walked on together.
Turning down a corridor near Dumbledore's office, she stopped and opened a door, holding it for Neville. He looked at her and smiled, walking into the room. She followed him, shut the door and locked it with her wand. "What did you have in mind," she asked, teasing him. Neville rose to her dare.
"What I have in mind is removing your clothes and doing some exploring." Ginny blushed, thinking about what she'd agreed to when she said yes earlier. She was now his, and that meant he got to do these things…no, that was wrong…THEY got to do these things. After all, there were places she wanted to explore also. Love was a two-way street. She led him to the bed, and opened her arms, offering him anything he wanted.
Neville began to caress her, slowly moving his hands from one part of her body to another as he kissed her. She would jump or twitch a little from time to time, but she wasn't scared, or in pain. She was just ticklish, and very aware of his touch. He began to undo the buttons on her robe, opening the neck and allowing it to fall from her shoulders. Her pale skin shined in the candlelight as he worked the robe downward, freeing her arms and bunching it around her waist. She rolled over and he pulled it down and off, leaving only her bra and knickers. They were both nervous, but Neville moved on ahead, fumbling with the clasp to her bra until it came loose, and she shrugged her shoulders to drop the straps.
They'd never been this far before, and he took a deep breath before removing it. She smiled and looked into his eyes as he viewed her breasts for the first time. They were larger than he expected, soft, creamy white with the pink nipples and highlights that go with red hair. He gasped.
"You're so beautiful," he said, stopping as if waiting for her approval to continue. She sensed his reserve and pulled his hands to her, cupping them around each breast and feeling the warmth from his fingers. She leaned in and kissed him, holding his head and probing his mouth with her tongue. Neville wasn't sure he would last very long if this continued. Ginny just continued, knowing they had all night.
She slowly lowered her knickers, and Neville couldn't decide what to do next. Should he look? He wanted to, but that seemed…well, it seemed…inappropriate, like he was staring at her. She understood his thoughts perfectly, and told him so.
"Neville, it's okay. You can look. I'm yours, every inch of me." Now he WAS embarrassed. How did she know what he was thinking?
"Ginny, I don't know…"
"Neville, I understand," she whispered softly. "I belong to you now. We are going to share everything, including our bodies. It's all right to be curious. It's all right to look and see. It's all right to enjoy. This is supposed to be pleasurable, for both of us. I know it's new, but don't be ashamed; I'm not. It's normal. I want to see you also."
Slowly he lowered his eyes. Her flat, tight stomach led down to a beautiful mound of curly red hair, framing her pink lips. He could see the folds of her inner lips, shining with the wetness of her arousal. He could only stare, but Ginny had better ideas, and took his hand from her breast and led it between her legs, guiding him to the moisture that awaited his touch. Slowly, he began to rub and stroke her thighs and lips, listening as he moved her to moans of pleasure between his kisses. Maybe he COULD do this, he thought. He grew bolder, and tried to slide a finger inside. She moaned even louder, almost frightening him, and he started to draw back. She immediately grabbed his hand and pushed it back. "Don't stop," she whispered. "It feels wonderful." Neville slid his finger deep inside his fiancée for the first time, and found he liked it. He also liked her response.
Now it was her turn, she thought, as she removed the last of his clothing. His response to her was evident, and he was embarrassed. She however, wasn't at all. She glanced at his erection and smiled, pleased that she could bring him physical pleasure. "Neville, you're beautiful," she said. He blushed. No one had ever said THAT before.
Ginny decided that she was probably going to need to drive the process, at least this time, and proceeded to move around until she was under him. She guided him to her opening and pushed gently to get him started. Neville took a deep breath and started pushing into her. She was very wet, and he slid easily into her, feeling how wet and tight she was. He knew it would hurt her, but she kept pushing back, and he felt her clutch as he broke through. She cried out slightly, muffling her pain in his chest. He wanted to stop, to see that she was all right, but she wouldn't let him. They developed a rhythm and kept moving, although he knew it wouldn't last for long. After a few pushes, he lost all control and came, feeling very guilty about his lack of control. Ginny just sighed.
He wanted to apologize, or say something, but he just didn't know what to say. Ginny spoke first.
"Neville, honey, that was wonderful."
"No it wasn't," he sobbed. "I didn't…" He couldn't finish.
"Neville!" Ginny said, sounding somewhat more authoritarian, almost like his grandmother, "it was fine. It was our first time. Did you think we would be perfect? I didn't. I don't care. What I DO care about is you. We have the rest of our lives to practice…and I want to practice a lot!"
Neville had to grin as she put it in these terms. He wanted to practice a lot too.
"We don't have to leave here until morning… we can practice some more tonight, and tomorrow night, and the night after that. We'll get better and better." Neville seemed restored after her lecture, and looked into her eyes.
"I want to practice over and over again. I never want to stop practicing, even when we do get it right."
For right now, that sounded like a pretty good plan to Ginny, and she thought there was no time like right now to start. She reached over and began moving her hands over his body, daring him to stop her.
