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Harry Potter's Most Excellent Year	By : ODB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 76174 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 3

“Hermione Granger? You’ve got a date with Hermione Granger?”

It was Harry’s turn to be mystified by his best friend’s choice in girls. The two of them sat in a secluded corner of the common room, well away from prying eyes and ears. Neville had just explained that he would be escorting Miss Granger on the next Hogsmeade visit and Harry was clearly bemused.

“You know I like her,” Neville said defensively. “You didn’t say anything when I asked her to the ball.”

“I know, but our expectations have risen a bit since then, haven’t they? Do you really think you’ll get anywhere with her?”

“I do, actually. I just sense that she’s a bit lonely and frustrated. I’ve already planted the seeds in her mind that she’s missing out on everything and I think it will just take a little bit of persuasion on my part.”

“If you say so, mate,” Harry said. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do like her but I just never saw her as a romantic interest, if you know what I mean.”

“To be honest, Harry, we’ve probably thought that about a lot of girls. Did you ever guess that one day you might be ploughing Luna Lovegood on a regular basis?”

“Point taken.”

“But what about you, eh? Katie Bell… and up the arse, too! Bloody hell, Harry, you’re winning two-nil! I’ll never be able to look at Katie the same way again.”

“You’re telling me,” Harry agreed. “I still feel weak at the knees just thinking about what we did.”

“Lucky bastard. Still, hopefully, I’ll be able to pull one back this weekend. You don’t mind keeping the Come and Go Room free for me, do you?”

“No, I’m planning on spending the day with Luna and she tells me that she knows plenty of other out of the way places we can go.”

“Have fun, mate,” Neville said.

“You, too, and good hunting,” Harry told his friend.

The day of the Hogsmeade visit was cold and overcast, but Neville didn’t care. He had a good feeling about the visit. He met with Hermione in the common room and was pleased to see that she’d made some effort with her appearance. Even her famously bushy hair had been tamed for their date. He greeted her and they soon made their way down to the village.

It was only to his mild surprise that Neville found himself really enjoying their date. Hermione was a smart and charming companion and they found that they actually had quite a lot in common. They wandered around chatting amicably, discussing everything under the sun and generally having a nice time.

To warm themselves up, they purchased a bag of hot chestnuts and sat on a bench to eat them. It was then that the day took a turn for the worse although, Neville had to admit later, it was an inadvertent boon for him.

As they nibbled on the roast chestnuts, a familiar, tall redhead happened to walk by with a busty blond girl on his arm. The boy took one look at them sitting there and exploded.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Ron Weasley demanded, shaking Lavender off his arm and stomping towards them.

“Minding our own business,” Neville snarled in a warning tone. He wasn’t intimidated by Weasley in the slightest but didn’t really what him spoiling what up to that point had been a good day.

“Why are you with Longbottom?” Ron snapped, addressing Hermione and ignoring Neville.

“What’s it to you, Ron Weasley?” Hermione sniffed. “I don’t recall that I have to ask your permission on whom I date.”

“Date? You two are dating? Oh, piss off. Who’d date a know-it-all like you?”

“I would,” Neville growled, standing and drawing himself up to his full height. He wasn’t as tall as Ron but he was far better built. One punch, he reckoned, would put the gangling redhead flat on his back.

“Ron, what are you doing?” Lavender whined from behind him.

Ron turned to glare at her before he looked back at Hermione. Clearly, he was furious that Granger was on a date but recognised that there was nothing he could really do about it. His fists clenched and for a moment Neville thought the boy might take a pop at him, but instead, he turned and stalked off, grabbing Lavender rather roughly by the arm as he went.

“Bloody idiot,” Neville snarled as Ron stomped away.

“Oh, that was just like him,” Hermione moaned. “He does nothing but insult me but constantly tries to interfere with my life! What does he want from me?”

“Probably to get in your knickers,” Neville told her. “I know his type. He has Lavender at his beck and call but can’t stand the idea of another girl liking someone other than him. He’s rather insecure, so he makes up for it by insufferable arrogance. He seems to think that if he boasts enough he’ll make his exploits real.”

“He’s so frustrating. When he wants to be, he can be quite nice and he does have a wonderful sense of humour. All too often, though, he just lets his jealousy get the better of him. If anyone happens to be smarter or richer or more talented than him, he gets angry. I hardly think he’s interested in me in that way, though.”

“Why not? You seem interested in him, why shouldn’t he be interested in you?”

“I’m not interested in him,” she protested. “Well, maybe a little. They do say that opposites attract.”

“They also say that birds of a feather flock together. Trust me, Hermione, you’re far too good for that jealous idiot.”

Granger said nothing although she did look a little sad.

“I don’t know, Neville,” she said eventually. “I’m just so confused about everything, lately. Ever since we had that conversation in the library the other day, I’ve just been thinking that maybe I am letting life pass me by. They say that your school days are meant to be the best years of your life and I’m fairly sure that I’ll leave Hogwarts with a lot of good memories but… well… it just seems like everyone is having more fun than I am. That never really mattered to me before but now I’m not so sure.”

“I can’t say that I’ve had a particularly fun time here,” Neville revealed. “I suppose it’s my own stupid fault, letting everyone think that I was obsessed with Hannah Abbot. I never dreamed that all the girls would think I was part of some great, tragic romance, though.”

“Never underestimate an average schoolgirl’s desire for a romantic story,” Hermione said with a smile. “A handsome, hunky boy like you, forever doomed to have his affections rejected. Unrequited love is the mainstay of most successful romantic novels, you know.”

“I’m not in a novel and I’m not pining away,” he told her. “I have needs and desires, too, and there are plenty of pretty witches I like just as much as Hannah, if not more. The same could be said of you, Hermione. Don’t waste your time yearning after Weasley because he’s not worth it. There are plenty of other boys that are a better match for you and are attracted to you. I’ll say it now for the record that I’m one of them.”

Hermione looked up at him in shock, before a mournful expression crept onto her face.

“Oh, Neville, I do really like you but… I don’t know. I just don’t feel a spark between us, if you understand what I mean. Don’t get me wrong, I find you physically very attractive and you’re lovely company but I just don’t see us in a romantic relationship together.”

Neville pretended to think about that for a moment.

“Okay, maybe a proper relationship between us wouldn’t work, but we can still give each other what we need.”

“What do you mean?”

“Admit it, Hermione, you’re as frustrated as I am. We’re both at an age when witches and wizards should be sexually active and we’re both sitting on a fence, passively watching while the rest of the school shags each other. You do realise that most of the fourth years have already done it, don’t you, let alone us fifth years?”

“I hear things,” she admitted uncomfortably.

“Even that idiot Ron is getting his end away on a regular basis. I really don’t think there’s anything particularly wrong with me, Hermione, but because of this stupid story about Hannah, every girl thinks I wouldn’t be interested in them. It’s not fair. I’m lonely, frustrated and even if I do happen to get a girlfriend, I have no practical experience. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re in pretty much the same boat, too.”

“What are you suggesting? That we just do it so that we’ll know what we’re doing when true love comes around? That doesn’t sound a very sensible idea, Neville. I’m not the sort of girl who just sleeps around on a whim.”

“And I’m not that sort of boy,” Neville said. “That’s why I want my first time to be with someone that I like, that I trust and who won’t write my name on the wall of the girls’ toilets with a mark out of ten next to it.”

“Oh! Is that what all that graffiti is about! I never realised.”

“Oh, yes. Do it badly on your first attempt and you get your card marked straight away. There’s similar stuff in the boys’ toilets, too.”

They sat in silence for a while, digesting those thoughts. Neville could see Hermione wringing her hands, obviously conflicted about the whole thing.

“Hermione, I…” he began.

“Damn it, Neville, you’re right, you know!” she blurted suddenly. “I AM frustrated. Hugely frustrated. Whenever I see a young couple walking about arm in arm, I start imagining the sort of things that they might be doing in private. I’m starting to think about sex all the time like I’m some sort of pervert! Is this just because I’m a witch? Do I have to turn into a massive slut just because I do magic?”

“Of course not,” he assured her. “Think about it. Most witches and wizards marry much younger than their Muggle counterparts do and divorce is almost unheard of. Magic helps us find compatible partners, you know, but equally, if that person isn’t around it can drive you up the wall. Trust me, no one around here is going to think badly about you if you’ve had a few lovers before you find the person you want to settle down with.”

“Do you really think this is the answer? We go off somewhere and satisfy our base needs and gain a little experience? Do you really think we’d be able to look each other in the eye afterwards?”

“Yes, actually I do. I’d like to think we’re both sensible people, Hermione, and we both understand that we’re not perfect partners for each other. We just need to approach this like adults and trust each other.”

Hermione sat in silence for a long time. Neville was just beginning to think he’d blown his chances when she spoke.

“Where could we go? I absolutely refuse to have my first time happen in a broom cupboard.”

“Don’t worry,” Neville assured her. “I know the perfect place.”

They made their way back to the castle and Neville could sense his friend’s nervousness. All the way back to Hogwarts, he was terrified that she might suddenly change her mind. He breathed a sigh of relief when they finally arrived at the castle.

He led her up to the seventh floor, before summoning the Come and Go room. Hermione was, of course, immediately fascinated by how the room was created and the magic behind it until she walked through the door and found herself looking at a large, comfortable bed.

“Oh, God. We’re actually going to do this, aren’t we?” she whispered.

“We can stop at any time if you become uncomfortable,” he told her, “but, just remember, the frustration won’t go away unless we do something about it.”

“I… I suppose. I really don’t know what I’m doing, Neville. How should we start this?”

“Okay, first up, have you cast your Witches Charm lately?”

“Oh, no, I haven’t! I’m glad you reminded me.”

Hermione quickly drew her wand and cast the Witches Charm, a spell that not only made period pain virtually vanish, it also acted as a powerful contraceptive for up to a month. All girls were taught it almost as soon as they entered Hogwarts.

“Now, let’s take our coats off and get comfy on that sofa. We have ages until dinner so let’s not rush things, okay?”

She did as she was told, taking off her hat, coat and scarf, before sitting down nervously on the sofa. Neville sat down next to her, so close that their hips were nearly touching.

“Okay, well, I guess the place to start is with some kissing.”

“Alright.”

Leaning in, Neville gently placed his lips against hers. He could feel Hermione’s body shaking with fear and he realised that he was incredibly nervous, too. Had Harry been this scared when he did it with Luna the first time?

The first kiss was soft and sweet. Their lips slowly dragged over each other’s, lingering as their saliva mixed in a most wonderful way. Neville felt like his heart was going to explode such was the delight he felt at that first meeting. As the seconds turned into minutes, Hermione pulled away suddenly with her eyes wide and her chest heaving.

“That was… really nice,” she blurted.

“Yeah, really good. You’re a great kisser, Hermione.”

“I think you were doing all the work,” she said dismissively.

“Then perhaps we’d better carry on,” he suggested.

With rather more enthusiasm than before, Hermione put her arms around his neck as he narrowed the space between them again. This time, they crushed their lips together and began to kiss passionately. Very soon, Neville managed to slip his tongue into her mouth and it found hers. He slipped his arms around her and pulled her close.

As wonderful at this full-on snog was, Neville wanted more. He began to let his hands wander, caressing her side before letting his hand drop and rub her thigh. Hermione, in turn, began to run her fingers through his hair and to run her right hand up and down his back.

He pulled away from her mouth and began to leave a trail of kisses down her neck. Clearly, this met her approval as she began to moan with pleasure. Thus encouraged, he reached around and squeezed her shapely bottom. She jumped but didn’t tell him to stop.

“Oh, Neville,” she whispered in a husky voice.

Pulling his mouth away from her flesh, Neville looked her right in the eye.

“I want you, Hermione. I want you naked on that bed so I can taste every inch of your body.”

“Oh, God, Neville!”

He pressed his lips against hers once more, but this time he started to unbutton her blouse as he did so. Hermione made no effort to stop him and, soon, she began to work on his shirt, too. With impressive speed, he soon had the garment undone and broke the kiss so he could remove it fully. She let the blouse be pulled off her shoulders and down her arms before nearly ripping Neville’s own shirt from his back. He leaned back to admire her.

While her breast definitely couldn’t be described as large, they were still enough to make his manhood rock hard. The two delightful mounds of flesh were encased in an attractive pink bra. Hungrily, Neville pulled one of the cups aside and took the exposed nipple into his mouth.

As Hermione gasped out loud, he sucked on the hardened nub. He felt the girl’s trembling body against him as he also began to use his tongue, rubbing it around her areola and over the tip of the now stiff nipple. He then pulled the other breast free and began to work on that one, too, licking and sucking much to his lover’s delight.

With a desperate need, he pulled his mouth away from her and grabbed the top of her jeans, unbuttoning them with one flick of his thumb. The zip was down in a second before he grabbed the waistband of the garment and yanked them down. In his haste, he pulled her knickers down, as well, giving him a clear view of her exposed pussy with its neatly trimmed bush above it. Before Hermione could say a word, Neville tugged the jeans off and threw them to one side, before pushing her legs open wide and attacking her cunt with his mouth.

“Oh! Oh, my God, that’s amazing!” Hermione yelled, squirming as his tongue began to delve into her most private part.

To Neville, this was a dream come true. Sure, this wasn’t the girl he mostly fantasied about, but his daydreams were by no means confined to Hannah Abbot. Granger regularly featured in his mucky fantasies and for him to be licking her wet pussy was a delight. He used his thumbs to pull open the lips of her sex so he could marvel at the moist pinkness for a moment before he plunged his tongue in again as deeply as he could. This time, the girl actually screamed.

In his mind, Neville had made love to numerous girls a hundred times over and had a script he was determined to stick to. This meant that he was determined to make Hermione cum long before he even started to fuck her. As much as he wanted to pull out his throbbing cock and ram it into her, he remained disciplined and continued to eat her out and she went increasingly wild. As soon as he thrust two fingers into her and began to suck on her clit, she started to thrash about and shriek in a high-pitched voice.

“I’m so close, so close,” he heard her moan pathetically. “Please… oh, please… just a little more…”

As he had absolutely no intention of stopping that was hardly a problem. He wanted to hear her scream in ecstasy, this fussy little bookworm who was always so worried about rules and regulations, he wanted to hear her screech as he made her orgasm. As it turned out, he didn’t have long to wait.

The first sign he had that Hermione had climaxed was when she grabbed his hair in her hands (rather painfully) before a low moan escaped her mouth. The sound began to rise in pitch and intensity before she began to howl like a wolf. Her body shook and juices flowed from her pussy like a dam had just burst, causing the liquid to drip down his chin. Neville didn’t let up, though, and continued to ram his digits into her without mercy.

The howl eventually subsided and Hermione stopped shaking. Instead, it sounded like she was actually sobbing. Neville pulled away in concern and looked up at her tear-streaked face.

“Oh, God, Neville, I’ve never experienced anything so intense in my life!” she gushed. “That was amazing!”

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked, suddenly feeling rather proud.

“It was the most wonderful thing ever!”

“Great,” he said and rose to his feet. At some time, Hermione had discarded her bra and now lay before him naked, her soft, pale flesh flushed red from her orgasm. “Now it’s my turn, I guess.”

Slowly and deliberately, he began to remove his trousers. Hermione’s eyes were wide and her lips seemed to be parted in anticipation. He threw his trousers to one side and grabbed the elastic of his boxer shorts before grinning at her. With agonising slowness, he pulled them down until his rock-hard cock exploded from them. He saw Hermione’s jaw drop.

“Here, I think it’s time you two made friends,” he said, taking her right hand in his and guiding it towards his hard dick. Hermione took it in her hand with protest and gave it a couple of experimental squeezes. Her eyes were bulging and she was breathing hard as she examined his manhood.

“Neville, it’s… it’s enormous!”

“Way to stroke a boy’s ego, ‘Mione,” he laughed.

“I mean it! I never realised a boy's penis could be so big. Will it even fit in me?”

“I really don’t think it will be a problem, babe. Still, why don’t you see if it fits in your mouth first?”

For a second she looked positively scandalised, before her expression changed to one of determination. She leaned forward with her mouth wide open and managed to take most of the head of his cock in it. He then felt her tongue beginning to rub up against his helmet, as her lips closed around his throbbing member.

“That’s it, ‘Mione,” he told her encouragingly. “That feels really good.”

With her eyes closed and her head bobbing gently back and forth, Granger continued to suck him. Her hand was wrapped around the base of his cock and she stroked him in time with the movement of her neck. Neville looked down, watching as for the first time in his life a girl blew him. It felt even better than he had imagined it.

The girl had been conducting her delightful work for perhaps a couple of minutes before she suddenly pulled away and put her hand top her mouth.

“I tasted something strange,” she exclaimed.

Neville looked down and saw that a few drops of pre-cum had dripped from the slit at the end of his cock. He actually laughed.

“That was your first taste of cum,” he told her. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to spunk in your mouth. Not without permission, anyway.”

She looked up at him in shock.

“Still, I think that’s a sign that it’s time for me to put this in your pussy,” he said, taking his dick in his hand. “Will you do something for me, Hermione?”

“What?” she blurted.

“You’re always so prim and proper, I really want you to talk dirty to me,” he explained. “I want to hear you begging me to fuck you. Those exact words, Hermione, I want to hear you begging to be fucked.”

Her shoulders were actually trembling at this point and she was nearly panting. She bit her lip for a second before she looked up at him again.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.

“Louder.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she repeated. “I want to be fucked. Oh, fuck it all! Neville, I want that huge cock in my pussy! I want you to fuck me hard!”

“My pleasure.”

He knelt down until the tip of his cock was barely an inch from her wet opening. He could see the girl was gripping the edge of the sofa like her life depended on it. With his hand wrapped around his straining dick, he lined himself up before gently pushing it inside her.

“Oh, yeeeeeeeeeeesss!”

For all her concerns that he was too large for her, Neville’s cock slide into her dripping pussy without difficulty. He marvelled at the way the pink lips of her cunt clung to his shaft as it vanished deeper and deeper inside her. Before he realised it, he was all the way in and his balls were resting against her arse.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, holy fuck! That’s amazing!” Hermione cried out, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and a look of angelic ecstasy on her face.

“Oh, shit. You’re so tight and wet,” he mumbled into her hair. This was a thousand times better than his lustful fantasies. To be so deep inside her was nearly indescribable. Before his conscious brain could even comprehend what he was doing, he began to move his hips, pulling his aching cock out of her soaking hole before thrusting it back in again.

“Neville,” she sobbed. “That feels so good. Fuck me, please, fuck me.”

For a second, he feared they were both going to slide off the sofa, so he planted his arms either side of the girl’s perspiring body. This also gave him the perfect angle to continue ramming himself into her and he began to pick up his pace. The furniture began to creak alarmingly as he started to brutally fuck his young lover.

Maybe it really was the quiet ones you had to watch for because Hermione seemed to love this rough treatment. Neville felt her nails on his back, digging into his flesh and urging him to penetrate her deeper and harder. He began to gasp for breath as he continued his assault on her willing cunt.

“I… oh, God, I have to stop,” he announced a few moments later, pulling out of her as he did so. “Shit, a few more seconds and I would have shot my load.”

“Fucking hell,” she gasped, bad language suddenly second nature to her. “Your cock feels amazing!”

“Just give me a sec and we’ll get going again,” he promised. “You want to be on top this time?”

“Yes!”

Before he knew it, Neville found himself on his back with Hermione looming over him. His eyes were drawn to the hypnotic sight of her breast dangling down and he couldn’t resist reaching up to fondle them. As she did so, an impatient Hermione lined herself up with his angry, red cock before lowering herself down onto it. Neville watched in amazement as his dick disappeared inside her.

“Ooooh, yes,” she moaned. “It’s so big! Big and hard. Fuck me with it, Neville, fuck me with that big fucking cock of yours.”

This new, dirty Hermione Granger was blowing his mind. There was something just so sexy about hearing her use that language. Panting like a dog, Neville began to thrust himself up into her with long, powerful strokes. He grabbed her hips so he could really grind his cock into her needy cunt. Hermione, for her part, writhed and squirmed in ecstasy while maintaining a constant barrage of filth from her mouth as she rode his massive dick.

Time lost all meaning to Neville as he fucked the bushy-haired witch for all he's worth, marvelling at just how bloody good it felt. This really was the greatest thing ever and he cursed his bad fortune that he’d not been able to sample the sweet, sweet fruits of the female body before now. From this point onward, he vowed, he would indulge himself as often as possible.

All too soon, he began to feel a mounting pressure in his loins. He very briefly thought of telling Hermione that they needed to change position again, but he quickly appreciated it was too late. He was going to ejaculate and nothing on earth was going to stop that now.

“Hermione,” he gasped, “I’m… I’m going to cum!”

“Do it!” she screamed. “Do it! Cum in me! Shoot all your spunk deep into me!”

That was enough to push Neville over the edge. With a strangled cry, he spurted uncontrollably into the girl. His body shook as he sent jet after creamy jet of semen deep into her already dripping cunt. Feeling like he was having a seizure, he wrapped his arms around her moist body as his cock erupted like a firehose. Then, as quickly as it had begun, he was still. He felt drained, emotionally and physically.

“Oh, dear God, I don’t believe that just happened,” Hermione whispered into his ear.

“That was… amazing,” he slurred. “You were amazing.”

“So were you,” she said, pulling his face to hers and kissing him passionately.

They stayed there, blissfully snogging as Neville’s dick softened inside her. Then, with a contented sigh, she slid off to the side and onto the sofa next to him. They lay side by side, both of them trying to get their breath back.

“I really don’t believe I did all those things,” she said eventually. “I mean, I swore that I would never perform oral sex. Putting a boy’s penis in my mouth just seemed revolting. Yet, there I was, sucking you like your cock was the tastiest thing in the world. I feel like such a slut.”

“Bollocks,” Neville murmured. “You just discovered that you enjoy sex. Big deal. That’s just you and ninety-nine per cent of the pupils here. You might think sucking my cock is dirty but, I tell you, that I’ve never felt anything so good in my life. You gave me an amazing experience, Hermione, and I hope I did the same for you. If we’re giving each other such intense pleasure, how can that be wrong?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I have to admit, it all felt incredible. I hadn’t understood just how frustrated I had been. It feels like I’ve had this massive irritation lifted from me. My gosh, I guess I’ve actually become a woman now.”

“And I’m a man,” Neville noted. “A man with a very satisfied cock.”

She giggled. “I’m glad I made him happy. I wonder if we’ll be able to actually look each other eye ever again.”

“Of course we are. We’ve done nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Neville, we’ve just had sex after we both admitted that we really want to be with other people. We’ve just done it like wild animals with no thought to love or affection.”

“I certainly feel affectionate towards you,” Neville argued. “Besides, it’s not like we went out and shagged some complete stranger. We chose to lose our virginities to a person we liked and respected, or at least I did.”

“Oh, I did too!” she said quickly. “I just… I guess that I’m not comfortable with the idea of casual sex.”

Neville turned on his side and looked directly at her.

“I don’t think that casual is the right word. We both agree that we have needs that have to be fulfilled and I think we’ve just proved that we can do that for each other. The way I see it, two sensible, responsible young adults have made the decision to help each other and I see nothing dirty or wrong about that.”

“You’re very convincing,” she allowed. “I suppose you’re going to suggest that we continue this arrangement whenever we feel the need?”

“Why not?”

“Well… I guess it wouldn’t hurt. As long as you understand that this is just a casual relationship. I mean, I do like you but I just don’t think we’d make a very good couple. I wouldn’t really want to compromise my studies at the moment, either.”

“Fair enough. We’ll come to each other if we’re feeling horny but otherwise we’re just friends. I can work with that.”

“Good,” Hermione said, smiling at him warmly. “I really wouldn’t want you to think I’m ungrateful. I mean, you’re one of the most fanciable boys in the whole school and I’m just using you for sex.”

“It’s not like I was getting a lot of offers,” he countered. “Besides, it wasn’t that long ago I would have been grateful to be with any girl, let alone one as smart and attractive as you. I was a fat, timid little oik when I was younger.”

“You? I find that hard to believe.” She snorted. “So, what changed? You’re one of the most muscular and fittest boys at Hogwarts and you don’t even play Quidditch.”

“Harry happened, I guess,” he explained. “His parents and mine are best friends and so I ended up spending a lot of time with him from when I was about five or so. He was everything I wasn’t; adventurous, energetic, fearless… Good Godric, I don’t think there was a tree within a mile radius of his house that he hadn’t climbed. But despite that, he took pity on a tubby little boy who was afraid of his own shadow and he dragged me along with him. Soon, I was running everywhere with him, building forts in the wood around Godric’s Hollow where we lived and generally causing mischief. He always pushed me to be better. My first incident of accidental magic was when we were having a snowball fight one winter and he hit me five times in a row. The sixth snowball spun around and hit him in the face! We both laughed ourselves silly at that.”

“He sounds like a good friend to you although I’ve always found him to be a bit reckless.”

“Oh, he’s definitely reckless, but he’s my best mate and I think he always will be. I just got very frustrated that he was getting laid more than me.”

“I suppose he is quite handsome,” Hermione admitted. “Not my type, though.”

“Good. If it’s any help, Harry has a similar arrangement with Luna Lovegood to the one we just made. If either of them needs to scratch an itch, they help each other out.”

“Luna Lovegood? What, that mad little Ravenclaw? Really?”

“If you look beyond the strangeness, she is really pretty. Harry tells me she’s an absolute nympho, too! Apparently, she’ll try anything he suggests and normally comes back for seconds.”

“My gosh,” Hermione muttered, sounded genuinely shocked. “I just never pictured her like that.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Well, I suppose it is reassuring that I’m not the only one doing this sort of thing. I do feel a little embarrassed, though. I mean, we never even made it to the bed, did we?”

“Speaking of which, how about we conduct round two on it? I nearly fell off this bloody sofa twice.”

“Round two?” she gasped. “You want to do it again?”

“What do you think?” he asked, taking his cock in his hand and giving it a few strokes. It already had a noticeable lob to it.

“I… I… oh, what the hell! In for a penny, in for a pound,” she exclaimed.

With a wide grin on his face, Neville rolled off the sofa before reaching down and grabbing the naked witch in his arms. As he carried her to the bed, he reflected on his good luck.

Harry Potter wasn’t the only boy who could pull a pretty witch, after all.
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