A/N: Harry Potter and his world belongs to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers and anyone that has received licensing rights. I am grateful she gives us the privilege of playing in her world.
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Chapter 15
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March 1, 1995
Hogsmeade, Scotland
Hannah was worried about Neville. Since the day he came back to Hogwarts so drunk that he said he wished his parents were dead, he had been very quiet. Her parents were concerned because Madam Longbottom had stopped talking with them and she had no clue if they would be ready to be married in a month. Three weeks of silence had Susan, Lavender, Hermione and Parvati talking with her and helping her plan a small ceremony like Harry and Lavenders. Neville was set on marrying her, and she wanted him too, but she feared this damn law and the way his Gran was acting would make Neville hate her for forcing him to confront his Gran.
He held her hand as they walked through the streets, but he just didn't seem all there.
"Nev, do you hate me," she asked when they were walking out towards the shrieking shack.
Neville tripped and just about face planted when he started at the question. "Do I...? Merlin, Hannah, why would you think that?"
She let go of his hand and wrapped her arms just under her chest. "You've been rather distant the last few weeks."
Neville sighed and stopped to lean against a tree on the side of the path. "I don't hate you, Hannah. I just... hate all this." He motioned around them. Hannah got what he was saying.
"Do you still want to marry me?"
Neville's eyes softened and actually showed some emotion. "My little golden flower, yes, I want to marry you."
She smiled. He hadn't called her that in weeks. It still didn't mean tears didn't come to her eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Neville said, pushing off the tree. She gladly fell into his arms when he opened them. "I think we need to go to my Gran."
Hannah nodded.
It was a short time later that they had used the public Floo in the Three Broomsticks. She looked around, shocked at the state of things. The main atrium was half torn up. Construction equipment, supplies and half-finished projects littered the once pristine house of the Longbottoms. Neville groaned and she took his hand.
"Caspian," Neville called out. A second later, a nicely groomed house elf appeared. She noticed that under the clean appearance, the elf looked worried. He wrung his hands and his ears drooped as though he felt like he was in trouble. "Master Neville call Caspian?"
"What happened here?"
"Madame told the goblins to leave when she came back after your last meeting, Master Neville," the elf told him.
"Bloody hell, what was she thinking?" Neville said quietly.
Looking around, Hannah had a sinking feeling about what his gran had been thinking. She didn't want to say anything yet though, not until her suspicions were founded.
"Where is she?"
"The Solar on the west wing. She is having tea," the elf said.
"Right. Do you want to wait or come with me?" Neville asked her.
"I am not leaving your side." Hannah was determined to stand at his side for the rest of their lives.
Neville nodded. It was a few minutes walk through the giant Longmarche Manor to get to the Solar. It appeared most of the construction was focused on the North wing and the old great hall. When they walked in, Madam Longbottom didn't look at them.
"If you want some tea, help yourself," the woman told them. Hannah didn't miss that the woman didn't sound as full of life as she usually did.
Neville didn't say anything as he held a seat for her. Hannah sat and Neville served them. It was a rather uncomfortable silence they sat in, each drinking their tea. Hannah wanted to say something, not usually holding back, but there was something between grandmother and grandson that she felt they had to resolve first.
Neville finished his tea, before saying, " Do you hate me?"
It was the same thing she had asked him.
Madam Longbottom, in a rare show, sighed. Her shoulders slumped and the woman looked half broken. "How can I hate my grandson when he is so obviously a Longbottom. You know, it took your mother almost three years to finally stand up to me. It upset me so much, that I didn't set foot in Frank and Alice's apartment until the Aurors asked me to come pick you up. I missed seeing you for nine months. I am a prideful woman, Neville. My mother always said a Lady of an important house never backs down. I think it was that pride, then guilt, that kept me from talking much about your mother."
Neither of them spoke as Madam Longbottom went on.
"Frank was our only child. We tried for so long to have another, but magic would never grant me that. He was a strong, young man that was starting to come into his own as Lord Longbottom, and then it was all taken from him... from me. I wanted you to be the same. A warrior. Someone with a backbone. Someone that is magically powerful. Someone that everyone looks up too. A leader," she told him, finally turning to her grandson.
"I was so hard on you because you looked so much like Frank when he was younger, but you are more your mother's son. She became an Auror because Frank was and she wanted to protect her family. In her spare time, as little of it there was, she had a real green thumb and grew plants in your townhouse. Beautiful plants. I thought her week when there was a war going on. I am sorry about that. Your mother was one of the strongest women that there was. She held out long enough to hide you. Longer than Frank. I see that same strength in you now," she told him.
Neville's eyes looked wet. Hannah felt her own tears as Neville just looked at her.
Madam Longbottom let out a long breath. "You are growing into a strong man, Neville. A man I am proud of. I wanted this wedding to show off who you are. To show off this young woman that you have chosen. The Abbots are a good house with the blood of the Potters in them. A Longbottom has always led or followed a Potter. Ms. Abbot, I never meant to upset you as much as it appears I have."
She was about to say something when Neville spoke up. "Gran, I never wanted to be an Auror. Harry taught us to fight, but after the Ministry battle last year, I know that is not who I am."
His gran nodded. "I found the plans you made for the new greenhouses. Are you really serious? With that much space you could look at rivaling the Greengrasses for potion supplies."
Neville stood tall. "When the Marriage Covenants were enacted, you asked me what I would do to support a family or make our house important again. I know plants, Gran. Hannah knows plants and is really good at potions. There are plants in the old overgrown greenhouses from grandfather that would be worth tens of thousands of galleons a year."
She nodded. "Hannah, what are your plans?"
Hannah looked at her. "Well, I wanted to get an apprenticeship to become a potions master, but I don't see how I can now. I will help Neville with the greenhouses while we raise whatever children magic gives us," she said. She was sad that she wouldn't be able to follow her dreams until their children were older, but it was what would have to be done.
Some of the fire that she knew Madam Longbottom to have came back. "Bollocks," she swore. "You are going to be a Longbottom. Longbottoms don't just give up on their dreams. We become the top of whatever profession we choose. There are elves and I am here. I know your mother is looking forward to having grandchildren too. Your children will not lack for strong role models or people to watch them. You will have whatever support you need, my dear. As for you, Neville, I will support you in whatever way I can. You will get a mastery in Herbology and we can find tutors to teach you both finances and how to run a business."
Hannah gave Neville a look. This was a drastic change. Neville shook his head. "And what about the wedding? Are you still set on doing it your way?"
Madam Longbottom huffed. "You were right. Frank would challenge me when I would get out of hand. Whatever you and Hannah would like, I will make it happen. I only ask that you approved the current guest list."
"Will you have my mother help you?" Hannah asked.
"Yes, dear. Monday I will go back to the goblins. They will need to finish the renovations," Madam Longbottom told her.
"Gran, that was more than just the great hall. What were you doing?" Neville asked.
"It was going to be my wedding gift to you. The entire North wing needs fixes. I was going to have it all refurbished and changed for you and Hannah. A new master bedroom. Four bedrooms for as many kids you could have. A nursery. Game room. Two tea rooms. A potions lab. Everything that you would need. I can live in the East Wing and leave you alone, if you want," she told them.
Neville smiled. "That was why you spent so much?"
"It is not cheap to contract the goblins, especially when you need it done on such a short schedule. I am proud of you, Neville. I really want to show you off, and give you a house that is worthy of Lord and Lady Longbottom," she told him.
Hannah got up and went around the table, surprising the matron when she hugged her. "Thank you," Hannah whispered in the woman's ear.
After a moment, the woman patted her back. "You are welcome, dear."
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March 10, 1997
Hogwarts, Scotland
Hermione had a fist full of Dean's hair as he sucked on her nipple. It didn't matter that she was pushed against a stone wall in a cramped closet, her shirt was around her elbows and her bra was pushed up. Until recently, she really hadn't gotten it why so many found these places appealing, but when there were not many other places to 'hide' during the day, it was perfect between classes. Dean had grabbed her and pulled her in after she had left Arithmancy. As his hands slid under her skirt and grabbed her arse, she totally forgot that she wanted to go to the library.
Her groan was met by Dean sucking in as much of her tit as he could.
"God," she muttered.
Her hormones had her hopping up and wrapping her legs around him, her skirt hiking up and Dean grunted, especially when she felt his hardon in his pants press into her panties. Hermione hadn't thought she would ever feel this way. When his mouth found its way back up to hers, she snogged him like a wild woman.
Dean pressed her firmly against the wall and she found herself rubbing her crotch against his.
Never would she have thought to do this, but in the last three months, she had found she was at the point she was ready to find out if shagging was as fun as some others said.
When the bell rang for the end of the fifth-period, their lips separated. Leaning her forehead against his, she said, "You have to get to class."
Dean met her eyes, a grin on his face. "Meet you after dinner?"
"In the library this time. I need to work on my revisions."
Dean pecked her. "Sure. Maybe on the way back we can get lost again?"
She ground her panties into his pants. "I want a better place than a closet."
He groaned. "Merlin, Hermione. I won't make it to class if you keep doing that."
She gave him a saucy grin. "Well, if we get all our work done after dinner, then maybe I will help you with your problem." She had jerked him off a few times now. She was wondering what it would be like to use her mouth like Hannah, Susan, Lavender and Parvati talked about.
"Bloody hell. I'm going to have a hardon for the rest of the day."
She chuckled. "Then get your work done if you don't want to go to sleep with one."
She was finding she liked teasing him like this.
"You are mean, woman," he said, finally letting her down. She pecked him. They hastily got dressed and he had to run to not be late for his last class. She moved off towards the library with a smile on her face.
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March 16, 1995
Hogwarts, Scotland
An annoying beam of light was making its way through the bed curtains. It was shining right on Harry's face. He would move, except for the fact that Lavender's hair was in his face, an arm was over his chest and a leg trapped his right leg.
She was sleeping, her chest pressing into his as she breathed. Two months may seem like a long time, but Harry didn't think he would ever get used to this.
When a muffled knock came, Harry realized it was that which had woken him, not the sun. Though that was annoying too. "Let me sleep," Lavender told him.
Harry smiled and kissed the top of her head. "It's not me knockin'," he told her. She just cuddled into him. It took a few minutes to disentangle himself, then find some shorts and a shirt that had been shed on their way to their bed. He kicked Lavender's bra into their room and shut the door before going to the door to their suite.
He opened it to find Ron, Seamus and Dean. "About bloody time. We've been knocking for ten minutes now," Ron told him.
"It's Saturday morning, we don't have practice today and I was having a lay-in," Harry returned.
Seamus gave him a wink. "I bet you were having a lay-in."
Harry gave the boy a glare. "Seamus, not today. What the ruddy hell are you all doing here at eight in the morning?"
"First, its half-ten. Second, stag party. We are taking you and Neville out later today and need to make sure you are ready," Ron told him with a smile.
Harry gave a wry grin. "Uhm, hate to break it to you, but I'm not really stagging it anymore."
A tired sounding Lavender came from behind him, "You stagged pretty good last night," she said, walking by the door towards the table in one of his quidditch shirts.
The boys outside the door all laughed as Harry tried not to let his face flame up. "Thanks, luv," he replied wryly.
"Nice legs, Lav," Seamus said. Harry saw him looking his wife up and down.
Harry cleared his throat, glaring at Seamus as he balled his fists. Seamus shrugged. Dean whacked him off the back of his head.
"Be ready by four. Bill and Charlie are going to join us too. Maybe the twins," Ron told him.
"I'll have him there. Oh, and boys?" Lavender said, catching all their attention. The three in the hall all leaned in to see Lavender with a cup of coffee in her hands. "If you try to get him to stag with anyone else, I'll have your balls."
Harry chuckled as Dean and Ron looked scared. Seamus looked about to say something that would really piss off Harry when Dean grabbed his shirt. "Four in the entry hall," Dean called out as he pulled Seamus away.
"I'll see you," Harry told Ron before closing the door. "Did you have to say it like that?"
Lavender gave him a playful smile. "I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it, or that I wouldn't do it again."
It was the first time he had taken her from behind and he had to admit it was nice, pulling her hips back into him each time. "We have time," Harry said with a smirk.
She bit her lip. "Later. I'm still waking up and want to finish this coffee. I wonder if the house elves could send up an omelet? We should get our homework done too if you are going to get pissed tonight."
Harry shrugged. "Not really that much of a drinker."
"I know, but you can never tell. I mean it though. You try to even look at another girl the wrong way and I will have your balls in my hand, and not in the good way," she told him, her eyes meeting his over her cup. He felt a little apprehensive.
"I would never," he told her.
"I know, I'm just saying," she said in a dangerous tone, before giving out a huge yawn.
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The next day...
Harry groaned when lips pressed against his forehead. "What time is it?"
"About one," Lavender said, readjusting the blanket that had wound up on him. He vaguely remembered stumbling in and collapsing on the couch.
"What happened?" he asked, feeling his head pound.
She gave a chuckle that he didn't like. "Sounds like the twins spiked the juice they brought. Charlie had to help you up here. The headmistress allowed him to take you back here and gave you two nights of detention for coming back after curfew."
He groaned. "Bloody hell. I don't remember drinking that."
She huffed. "It sounds like you and your friends were all royally pissed, and the others were brought to the hospital wing. When I get my hands on Fred and George, they won't do that again."
"I'm sorry, Lav, but can you not yell?" he asked. Harry couldn't ever remember feeling like this.
"I'm sorry, luv," she said, kissing his forehead again. "I know you didn't want to be like this. There is a glass of water, a headache potion and sober-up potion on the tea table. Take a shower as soon as you can. I'm going to meet up with Parvati, Hannah and Susan for a bit."
"Sure." Harry tried to open his eyes. "What happened last night?"
Her face had come into focus without his glasses on. She looked distinctly unhappy. "Fred and George brought in a few loose witches to give you a show. From what I heard, you tried to refuse."
He groaned. "I would never," he tried to protest.
She kissed his forehead again. "I know, Harry, and you didn't. It sounded like Seamus and the twins were the only bad ones. Get some rest. Recover. I may need you to give me an alibi later."
Harry gave her a questioning look. "You aren't going to do anything stupid, are you?"
She gave him a smile that he was unsure of. "Nothing for you to worry about. I'll be back later."
"Lav? Lav? Lavender," he called out, and groaned.
"I'm not going to kill anyone," she told him.
"Bloody hell," he muttered as the door closed. It took him a few minutes to get the potions and the water. It took another twenty minutes to feel mostly normal again. That was when he really became concerned and took a quick shower before going to find Lavender.
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March 22, 1997
Hogsmeade, Scotland
"Weasley," a boy called out.
Ginny turned to see Grant. For the last few months, they had slowly been spending more time with each other as they practiced more on the pitch on the weekends, and she had joined a study group with him.
The boy was handsome, and the less she hung out with Harry, the cuter she found him. He was also a good Chaser and loved Quidditch as much as she did.
"Sparkford," she replied. Demelza gave her a knowing look that Ginny rolled her eyes at.
He came up with two other boys. "Robbins. The boys and I were wondering if we could escort you around today?"
Ginny seemed to think about it for a few. "We going to talk Quidditch?"
Grant smiled. "Is there anything better to talk about?"
"What do you think, Elza?"
She was looking at the tall blonde behind Grant. "If we can drop the last names, it could be fun," she answered.
Ginny gave the boys a smirk. "Looks like you three just got the best catch of the day."
Grant and the others laughed. "We were hoping," the blonde boy... Tristam Bassenwaithe... said back as snarkily. Demelza giggled and she gave her a look. Neither of them were the giggly type. Demelza responded with a look that said, 'so'?
"Where are you two heading," Grant asked as he fell in besides her and Demelza fell in besides the other two.
"Spinwitches. I wanted to get some new gloves and maybe a new Harpies shirt," she told him.
He grimaced. "You like that lot?"
She pushed him playfully. Grant was an Applebee supporter, who were one of the Harpies rivals. "Yes, I like that lot. I want to play for them."
"Well, better you than me. Someday I'll be up there with the Arrows," he told her confidently.
"As if," she retorted. "You would have to know how to play to do that."
He puffed as though offended. "I'll let you know I can get the bludgers through the snitch." She laughed and he cracked a smile. "But seriously. I have a few extra tickets for a Hornets vs. Portree game over Easter. Would you and Demelza be interested?"
She felt shocked for a moment. "Really?"
He shrugged. "If you want."
"You have to meet my parents first," she said. If he could put up with her mother, then he might be worth looking at.
"Sure. Maybe you could come over for a dinner to meet my parents? My mother said in her last letter she would like to meet you," Grant said.
"You have written home about me?" she asked surprised.
His cheeks seemed to flush a little. "Well, we have been flying around a lot and you helped me learn that double pass play. I like to talk about my friends."
She blinked a few times before feeling her own flush rise up. "Oh. Well... what day?"
"Thursday, the twenty-seventh," he told her.
"Sounds like fun. I'll let dad know to let you into the wards for the Burrow," she told him.
He gave her a huge smile. "I look forward to it. Have you been invited to any of the weddings?"
"I am going to the Longbottom's that Saturday. No one else in the family gets married until the summer," she told him. "How about you?"
He swallowed. "My older brother doesn't marry until May. We have been invited to the Longbottom wedding. Do you need an escort?"
She bit her lip. Should she? She had already agreed to go on a date... today may turn into one. What would her parents say? Grant Sparkford was handsome, and he was a nice person. With him liking Quidditch so much, she also couldn't see him making her become a housewife... "I would like an escort," she told him.
"Excellent," he told her, his face really lighting up now. "I will send a letter to father to request it of your father."
She shared his smile, knowing that was more the formal way. She may not follow the old pureblood protocols, but she liked Grant. When they got to Spinwitches, he held the door open for her.
"After this, Demelza and I were going to get some lunch. Do you want to join?" Ginny enquired.
"If you allow me to treat you," he offered.
"What a gentleman," she replied, finding she was batting her eyes at him. Where the hell had that come from?
He smiled though. "My mother has tried, but thinks she failed most of the time."
Ginny laughed. "You'll fit right in then with my family when you come over," she assured him, having the thought she would need to brush up on the etiquette. Internally she cringed. All those times she had to sit through those lessons with her mum and she said she would never use them...
Grant gave a cheeky grin. "Well, at least I'll fit in somewhere," he said.
She gave a mischievous grin. "Just watch out for my older brothers. They can be a little protective."
He shrugged. "You only have three, right?"
"Six..." she said without thinking, then frown. "I mean five."
Grant's mirth died too. "I'm sorry, I forgot about your brother. Percival? Correct."
"Yeah," she said, realizing she hadn't thought about him in a little bit. She let out a breath. "Well, I guess Harry is like a brother, so six," she recovered.
"You mean Potter?"
"Yeah. He actually scares me more than Bill at times, so I would watch out for him," she said, forcing a smirk. Poor Grant looked a little green.
"Yeah, I won't upset him."
She laughed. "Don't get all twisted. Maybe there is a Harpies shirt for you," she said, dragging him off towards the racks.
"You would look better in an Arrows shirt," he retorted.
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April 5, 1997
Longmarche, England
The magic of the hand fasting was seeping through his hand into Hannah's. It was a rush to feel how his magic accepted hers and she gave him a big smile. There was also a glint of need in her eyes. Hannah had come to his room last night and said she wanted to have her first time so they could enjoy their wedding night.
He felt that need rise in him to see some of that glint in her eyes again.
"Scion Longbottom, you may kiss your wife," the bonder said.
Neville moved in and they shared a modest kiss, Neville just barely stopping himself from grabbing her waist and snogging her senseless before the assembled crowd. And a crowd it was. Two-hundred and thirty-eight guests had said they would attend. Neville was sure some extras had shown.
There was applause and just before Hannah pulled back, she whispered, "You are taking me to bed as soon as you can."
Neville couldn't keep his lecherous grin off his face. Luckily, he hid it after a second.
"May I present Scion and Heiress Longbottom," the bonder announced as they turned to the crowd. Neville was happy they had chosen the hand fasting like Harry and Lavender. It felt more natural than the oaths of marriage that many wizards took.
Harry winked at him as he walked past. Neville nodded, trying to keep the placid face he was supposed to. It was hard to see the way Ron was screwing up his eyes and Dean made a kissy face. He was sure Gran would be upset later, but Hannah let out a small giggle before straightening her face.
As they walked down the aisle, Neville said out the side of his mouth, "I am getting Ron back this summer."
"That was funny. Don't do anything that will embarrass Susan," she warned.
Neville would be good... during the ceremony.
Harry followed them with Susan, the maid of honour and the best man next to each other. Lavender and Ron were behind them, and Hermione and Dean took the rear. Gran had wanted more, but Hannah and him had decided on only their closest friends.
They went from gardens out back to stand near the entrance of the grand ballroom.
They let themselves be herded to the side of the garden to have pictures taken. It must have been a half hour before Gran and the Abbots decided it was enough, then they went into the grand ballroom. It was larger than the one at Bones manor and was able to accommodate all their guests, a large table with their cake, a dance floor, a stage for a band and a small area for photographs with a trellis covered in fresh flowers.
Just inside the door, everyone clapped for them. Neville really only cared about two tables out of the more than twenty. Those two tables held his friends from Hogwarts, where Hannah and him were to sit. The other held his Uncle Algie, his gran and Hannah's family. Almost everyone else here were friends of both families or political invitees.
With Hannah on his arm, he tried to ignore the rest. He led her out to the floor, and when the music started, he took her into his arms, and they did a traditional waltz. When it ended, Neville had had about enough and pulled Hannah in. There were laughs, cheers and the clinking of silverware on glasses as he gave his wife a thorough snogging.
Hannah looked a little flushed when he finally stood tall again. "Oh, you are so getting lucky tonight," she told him in a sultry voice.
Neville wasn't able to keep his blush down, but replied, "Any time you want, Mrs. Longbottom."
She launched herself at him, giving him another long kiss to cheering and laughing.
Not long after, or so it felt, Susan was standing up. "Oh, no," Hannah said, looking pleadingly up at her best friend. Neville tried not to laugh at the smirk Susan gave her.
"On behalf of Scion and Heiress Longbottom, I would like to thank you all for being here today," Susan started and Hannah grabbed his leg. "If we all could, Madam Longbottom and Mr. and Mrs. Abbot should get an applause for making this happen."
There was a round of applause. Neville could see Minister Bones nod her head and give a mischievous smirk. Hannah's grip tightened.
"Now, when I was asked to be the maid-of-honour for my best friend, I was excited. I can remember when we were eight and pretended we were marrying The-Boy-Who-Lived," Susan said, and Harry groaned from next to him. "There was some elaborate planning for eight-year-olds. Some toilet paper made a great veil. I remember Auntie Ami and Mrs. Abbott yelling at us a few times for that."
There was a bunch of laughing and even Harry chuckled.
"Oh, I can't forget the giant bear that was the bonder."
"Susie!" Hannah hissed as there was more laughing.
"I do have to say though, Hannah got over that crush about mid-third year. And you know why?"
"SUSIE!" Hannah hissed as quietly as she could.
Susan just smirked. "It was this boy right here. We were in Herbology taking care of some tentacular. Some frisky tentaculars, if I remember."
"We were fourteen," Hannah said with a groan.
There was more laughing or raised eyes.
"This one tentacular had sneaked up her arm and into her shirt without knowing. That was until she started to squirm. I still remember how red her face was when she told me it had wrapped around her bra. Yeah, a face like that," Susan said pointing to Hannah. Susan was looking a little embarrassed herself. Neville was starting to turn red as he remembered that day.
"The long story short, I had to ask Neville to help. Hannah had to lift her shirt enough to let him touch the stalk. I think that was the first time she was felt up," Susan said.
"I'm going to kill you later," Hannah whispered. Susan looked like she knew it too with a cheeky grin.
"Neville was so sweet about it though. He tried not to look. He didn't touch her, only the vine. It took a few minutes and when Professor Sprout came over, he told her he wasn't paying attention and his plant got handsy," Susan told them. This time it was more of an 'ahhh'. "What no one knew was that we weren't paying attention. I was teasing her about how she kept looking at Potter. Please forgive her Lavender. You weren't in the picture yet. When Hannah could finally look up, she never looked back at Harry. Instead, her new obsession was Neville. I thought you almost lost her when you didn't ask her to the Yule Ball, but she came back more determined than ever she was going to ask you out. She almost did three times last year."
Hannah held her head high but still looked embarrassed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Neville asked her as Susan described a time when Hannah chickened out.
"I didn't want to sound like a stalker," she said, glaring at Susan.
"Hannah even went so far as to remember his timetable and go watch him in the greenhouses in the mornings, but she always chickened out. That was until Neville asked her to go out on a date last summer. She bounced around her house for days, let me tell you," Susan said in an exasperated voice.
There was a lot of laughing.
"It was the same way she bounced around our dorm when Neville asked her to be his wife. From one friend to another, Hannah, I really hope you are still that excited about this handsome man for the rest of your life," Susan finished.
As embarrassed as she was, Hannah got up and hugged Susan to applause.
"I hate you," Hannah told Susan.
"I know. I love you too," Susan replied, making Hannah laugh.
When she sat down, Neville kissed her cheek. "I still love you. I'll help get a plant out of your bra whenever you need."
"That's assuming I wear one," she told him.
It was close to five when most of the guest had finally left. The only ones still around were their friends and close family. Hannah was leaning her head on his shoulder as she sat in his lap. Her hands were rubbing her feet. "We are going to get going, Nev," Harry told him.
Neville reached over to shake his hand. "Thanks, Harry. I think you need to work on your speech to be as good as Susan's for Ron."
Harry laughed and Hannah turned to her friend. "You know I'm going to get you back?"
Susan gave her a wide smile. "I look forward to it," Susan said, moving in to hug his wife. Merlin, that was going take a little bit to get used too.
"You have your own man, you leave mine alone," Lavender said with a smile.
"I should be telling you that. Harry is a little scrawny for me," Hannah said, getting a laugh out of Lavender when Harry complained. Hannah hugged her and then Lavender hugged Neville.
"Did Hermione and Dean already leave?" Neville asked.
"I don't really know. They disappeared a while ago," Harry said, looking around at the few stragglers and house elves cleaning up the grand ballroom.
Lavender giggled, getting one out of Hannah. "You won't find her, Harry. I did mention to Hermione that a few of the rooms upstairs had been furnished."
Susan shook her head. "And you say I am the slut?"
They all laughed. "Right, on that note I think I will take my wife and head home," Harry said.
"We have a few rooms that are furnished," Lavender said. Harry looked at her with lust. Lavender giggled again as he pulled her away. "Don't do anything we wouldn't," Lavender called over her shoulder.
"Which isn't much," Hannah remarked.
"Ron and I are going to go too. I'm staying over his place for the weekend," she told them.
"In his bed?" Hannah put to her with a grin.
Susan looked a little flustered, making Hannah snicker. "Not until our wedding night."
Ron looked just as red. "Come on, before she gives you any other ideas."
"Are you saying you would like to share a bed with me?" Susan questioned as they walked away. Ron leaned over and whispered something to Susan that had her flush from her neck to her hairline.
"It's not a bad idea," Neville told Hannah.
Hannah leaned over to kiss his ear. "Take me to bed," she told him.
That was all Neville needed to lift her up bridal style. Hannah giggled and held onto his neck as Neville left the grand hall and took her upstairs. The goblins had not finished the first floor yet, the master's suite being the only one to be mostly done. The sitting room was still being remodeled, but the master bedroom and the attached bathroom were complete. Hannah didn't pay much attention as she moved to kiss Neville. He kissed back, his tongue seeking entrance as he put her onto the bed.
Hannah pulled back enough to say, "I need to get out of my dress."
Neville grinned and pulled his wand. "I can do magic in my own house." He was not great at non-verbal spells yet, but he had mastered a few. The switching spell was one of the first, with how useful it could be while gardening.
"Just don't damage my dress," she told him.
Neville gave her a smirk and swished his wand down the length of her. Hannah gasped when she was suddenly bare before him. "Neville! I had a surprise for you under that dress!"
Neville laughed. "How about later? I have been waiting all day to repeat what we did last night," he told her, bending down to kiss her. She didn't complain anymore as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Neville let his hand wander, cupping a breast before rubbing around her nipple. Hannah sighed into his mouth. "You are over dressed," she told him as his mouth started to trail down her neck.
"Then fix that," he challenged her before sucking at the nape of her neck. His hand wandered lower, and she arched up to have him slide his fingers down her folds. The hair of her muff tickled the palm of his hand as he slipped a finger into her. There was a long moan from Hannah.
"You're distracting me," Hannah replied, putting her fingers into his short hair as he kissed down her chest. After reaching the underside of her swell, he licked from there to her nipple as he slipped a second finger into her. He had found she liked that after Halloween.
"Merlin, Neville, do you have to tease me tonight? I am your wife and want to be with you," she said, pulling on his hair and dragging his head to her mouth, where she moaned into it as he started to move his fingers in and out of her in a slow pace. Neville would have never thought he would have a beautiful woman squirming under him at the end of last summer. Now he had the most beautiful woman in the world.
Neville smiled at her. "Are you saying you don't like me teasing you?"
She took in a sharp breath as his thumb ran up her really wet folds to her clit. Her breathing was already heavy. Her legs started to quiver. "Neville, please," she just about begged.
Neville stepped back, liking how Hannah's heavy breasts were rising and falling and the pink of her folds. Not knowing where his wand had fallen, he shucked his clothes as fast as he could and climbed over her. Hannah spread her legs, pulling him down. He was glad they had decided to have their first-time last night, and their second this morning before she snuck back to the room she was staying in last night. It had been a little awkward at first, but it made tonight feel better as he slipped into her.
Hannah let out a sigh. "Merlin, you feel good," she said, meeting his eyes.
Neville gave a slightly smug smile. "So do you."
He started to move, and she was soon undulating her hips to meet his thrusts. As she did, he found himself grunting and meeting her a little harder than the other two times. Hannah grabbed his arms and let out heavy breaths as she tried to accept him fully into her.
Her nails started to dig into his pecks just before she let out a long moan and wrapped her legs around him. Feeling her suddenly tighter twat around him, he lost it and thrust as far into her as possible, pumping all he had into her. Hannah moaned more as she ground her twat into his crotch. Neville felt himself just going as her body seemed to just milk him.
After a moment, he fell onto the bed, panting and giving her a goofy smile as she languidly put a hand on her face. After a moment, she asked, "Why did we wait so long?"
"I have no clue," he managed to get out.