Outtake
The castle was deathly still and quiet, the corridors only illuminated by the sconces of torchlight. Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's Head Boy and Head Girl, patrolled up and down the corridors of Hogwarts, keeping an eye out for any wayward or supposedly "sleepwalking" students out of bed.
Stealing a glance at her best mate and fairly new boyfriend, Hermione felt her lips quirk up into a shy smile. She quickly glanced away, her cheeks blooming pink, as Neville's eyes shifted, in danger of catching her staring.
He smirked. "So….."
Hermione beamed. "So….."
She was half-expecting Neville to kiss her, and actually desperately wanted him to, in spite of the fact that they would look like hypocrites, snogging in an empty corridor while out of bed at night, when that was the most common reason why students were caught out of bed.
It had been hard to share a common area with Neville, up in the Gryffindor Common Room. The Head Boy and the Head Girl each had their own private quarters, though they did have to share a communal bathroom. Though she and Neville had already been intimate (and in her childhood bedroom, no less!), the ethics and example of her post made Hermione want to abstain from any more shagging with her boyfriend and colleague, difficult as that was.
She shivered when she felt Neville touch her arm. "…. Hermione…."
"Yeah…..?" She peered up at him, her lashes fluttering, her chocolate-brown orbs sparkling in the torchlight.
Neville smiled sadly. "I know this is long overdue, but I…. I want to apologize for what happened sixth year, between me and Luna…."
Hermione's face collapsed in sympathy. "Oh, no…" she started, gliding her hands up his bulging forearms.
"I must have been leaving you in such agony. I know that now; I was just too blind and giddy that someone would actually want to snog me that I didn't realize how Lu and I together was making you feel, never mind poor Harry."
Blinking back tears at the memory, Hermione nodded. "I forgive you," she stated quietly. "And so does Harry. He and I…. we helped each other through it."
Neville chuckled and dropped his large and calloused hands to her waist. "That year and the next seem like they were a total wash, weren't they?"
"Hmm…." Hermione demurred, smiling as she gave in to looping her arms about Neville's neck. "Not necessarily…. We drove the Death Eaters from the Astronomy Tower. We defeated You-Know-Who. Hunted and destroyed all the Horcruxes…."
She blinked sharply at the quick and firm peck Neville dropped to her lips. Hermione gaped at him, dumbstruck, which caused Neville to laugh.
"Neville Longbottom, did you just kiss me to shut me up…?"
"To see you gawk, you would think it was our first kiss!" Neville blasted.
Hermione titled her head and shook it ruefully, bemused. "You know…. we're alone…. We could always….. recreate it."
A loaded beat, and then the Head Boy and Head Girl were ravaging each other. Neville's hands greedily disappeared into the frizzy chestnut curls of Hermione's hair and he shoved her up against the wall.
Hermione moaned as Neville's palms groped her buttocks, then gripped the inside of her thigh and she helped him raise it up to his waist. The one, fluid motion, opened up her hips and she spread her legs for him, her Hogwarts skirts riding up high over her pelvis.
Neville's lips left hers to plant fervent kisses into the creamy curve of her neck, and Hermione lolled her head back, panting.
"Nev-Neville…." She groaned. "I….. Sodding hell, you know I love you, but…. but we can't do this here!" She moaned again as Neville sent a jerk of his hips into her center; with a lustful cry, Hermione seized his glutes in her fist and frantically humped him back.
Drawing back, there was an adventurous glint in Neville's eye that Hermione would once have never imagined of him, and which was leaving her very wet. "Who says we can't….?"
He pulled something out of the pocket of his robes. The material was thick and translucent. Hermione ran her fingers through the fabric of the Invisibility Cloak, dazed with wonder.
"Harry gave it to me," Neville said by way of explanation. "Said he wouldn't be needing it in the Auror Training Program. He just made me promise not to do anything he wouldn't do under it."
Hermione lifted her eyes to Neville's, her brown irises sparkling wickedly. "How confidently can we suppose that our Harry wouldn't take our Luna under this and shag her, then?"
Neville pretended to think about it. "Not confidently. Not confidently at all."
"So you're saying we wouldn't be doing anything that Harry wouldn't do under here?" Hermione wittily bantered, enjoying this game of logic.
"Indeed. Or Luna, for that matter. Why, she and I made out under this Cloak once, sixth year!"
Hermione's jaw dropped. "You did? You…. you are an absolute cheek, Neville Francis Longbott – Mmmmm!..."
Neville cut her off as he crushed his lips to hers, hard and unyielding. Closing her eyes and losing herself in the passionate snog, Hermione kissed him back. With a sigh, she parted her lips willingly under his, and the kiss deepened to include the dueling of tongues.
As the couple embraced, Neville threw the Invisibility Cloak over them both, shielding them almost completely from view. The only sight that might have given them away, were they not already cloaked in shadow besides, would have been Neville's trousers, which dropped comically to his ankles and beyond the confines of the Cloak with a bit of nonverbal magic by Hermione.
Lining up their entrances, Neville mounted Hermione and mated with her.
Feeling him slip inside of her, Hermione broke the kiss to let out a gasp. "Si-silencio!..."
Now, she and Neville could be as loud as they liked. Neville hoisted her up the wall further still, taking her against it.
Invisible, they made love.