Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Hermione
Prompt: He didn’t mean to watch her in the prefect's bathroom. He certainly didn’t mean to do it a second time… or a third.
Summary: The first two times he could excuse away, but the third? He had no excuse for, nor did he want to provide one.
The first time it happened had been a complete accident. He had been relieving himself very early one Saturday morning after having been woken up by a pressing need. He hadn't locked the door assuming no one else would be up that early, so he had been understandably surprised when she walked in to take a shower. It was just a little glimpse, nothing more. That split second view of Hermione Granger's lithe bare back leading to a delicious arse and the smooth lines of her legs after she removed her bathrobe before stepping into the shower set his blood to boiling.
He liked to tell himself that the second time was also an accident. It was a lie. It was a big one too, because unlike the first time when he left right after she started the shower, the second time he stayed to watch her as she soaked away the stress of their final year in the large bath that was shared by the returning 8th year students.
There was no way he could ever deny that the third time was anything but completely on purpose. This last time was on a Saturday night and he was in search of some help on a tricky subject in Charms.
He'd been in the library looking for a book to help, but when he couldn't find the book he needed, he went in search of the one person he knew would be able to help him other than Professor Flitwick. He soon found himself in the 8th year common room, but the witch he was in search of was no where to be seen.
"Have you seen Hermione recently? I have a question for her."
Susan looked up from her homework. "She's upstairs."
She turned back to her homework. "You're welcome."
He slowly made his way up to the guys' dorm room, untying his tie. He knew that if she was in her room then he'd have to wait till she emerged, but as he passed the outside door to the shared bathroom, he heard a sound. Someone was inside taking a bath.
His curiosity got the better of him and he quickly made his way to his room, knowing there was a possibility that the door might be unlocked. He, like most of the other 8th years, left the outside dorm doors unlocked if they were taking a shower or bath so others could use the toilet section since the bathing area had its own doors. He could only hope whoever was inside was the same way. And that whoever was inside was the witch he was looking for.
Entering his room, he found it empty and discarded his tie on his bed. After removing his shoes and socks to reduce the noise he might make, he quickly made his way to the door that lead to the bathroom. Stopping in front of the door, he reached out to turn the handle. The knob rotated silently under his hand, allowing him entrance. Quietly closing the door behind him, he whispered a complex locking and silencing charm taught to him by the very witch he was hoping to find. He quickly made his way to the door leading to the outside hallway and then to the girl's entrance, silencing and locking both. Making his way back to the door that lead into the bathing area, he tried the handle and was shocked to find that luck was on his side tonight as the handle turned. Whispering a disillusionment spell, he silently slipped inside making sure that the door closed without a sound.
When he looked up, his eyes fell on a sight he knew he could easily get used to seeing on a regular basis. A very regular basis if he had anything to say about it. Hermione was resting her head against the side of the large bath and had submerged herself up to her neck in water and blue scented bubbles.
He took a deep breath, letting the spicy scent of the bubbles with a hint of vanilla wash over him.
As he stood there and watched her from his place by the door, he realised that if someone else were to see him, they'd think he was mad for what he was doing. And he probably was, but at this point he didn't care, he just wanted the one witch that ensnared his heart when they were only children.
In the silence of the room, he heard a sound he hadn't expected to hear. A low moan. His eyes narrowed, watching her closely to make sure she wasn't looking for the source of the sound in case it had been him.
As he was looking closely, he saw something that would forever change his perception of Hermione Granger. Her mouth was partially open and he saw the subtle shifting of the muscles in her shoulder. Moments later, he saw the tips of her other hand peak out of the bubbles before they disappeared. He heard another moan, but this time he watched as her back arched and she bit her lip.
He palmed his erection through his trousers, biting his lip to silence the moan threatening to alert her to his presence. Never once in the eight years he’d known the witch did he imagine that she would be fingering herself in the bath in front of him, but here she was doing just that. He tilted his head to the side, realising that Hermione thought she was alone in the bathroom.
His eyes widened. Was this something she did on a regular basis? Is this why she likes to take baths late at night? His cock throbbed. He applied pressure at the base of his cock trying to stave off his oncoming orgasm. His eyes slammed shut as another thought invaded his brain that was slowly turning to mush. Who is she seeing behind her closed eyes? Who does she imagine is fucking her as she pleasures herself with her fingers?
Her moans were becoming more frequent as the pleasure she was feeling increased. Soon more than just moans were tumbling from her lips and he could hear many different words, including one name. A name which stopped him dead in his tracks. His own.
His eyes flew open and a gasp whooshed past his lips.
Her eyes opened, frantically searching for the source of the gasp she just heard. She lowered herself into the water.
“Who’s there?” Her eyes stopped as they caught sight of the slight shift at the edge of his disillusionment spell. “Show yourself.”
He sighed, knowing that there was no way out now. Lifting the spell, he raised his chin and watched her defiantly. Waiting for her to berate him for invading her privacy, which she had every right to do, he was just hoping she would let it slide this time.
“Neville, what on earth are you doing here? Were you spying on me?”
He blushed. Clearing his throat, his blush deepened. “I couldn’t help myself, Hermione. You’re such a beautiful witch and I want you so much that I’ll take any moment I can get.”
Hermione stared at him at a loss for words, something that rarely happened to her. A surprised look was etched across her features. Neville could tell that she was torn between being flattered and being miffed that he’d actually spy on her. He decided it would probably be a bad idea to tell her that this wasn’t the first time, but rather the third time he’d done it. It also probably wouldn’t be a good idea if he told her that as long as she continued to leave the door to the bath unlocked, then he would continue to watch her.
The longer she was at a loss for words, the more determined he was to help her with an appropriate response.
Neville silently made his way over to the bath and lowered himself fully clothed into the warm water.
Hermione finally found her voice. “Your clothes will be soaked!”
“That’s what a drying spell is for.” His lips curled into a lopsided grin as he reached her where she was still floating in the water with bubbles surrounding her. He slid his fingers through her long, wild curls. “Now, I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. So tell me now if you don’t want this, if you don’t want me.”
She watched him for a moment longer before finally speaking again. “Neville, I know when we were younger I was infatuated with Ron and the idea of being with him, but once the dust settled after the war, Ron and I realised that we were not compatible in any way as a couple. It wasn’t long after that realization that something else occurred to me.”
He slid his hand into her curls, resting it against the back of her head. “And what was that?”
A light blush stained her cheeks. “That the crush I had on you back in third year never fully disappeared.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
Her blush darkened just a little as she stood up, her upper body rising above the water level. Water and soap bubbles streamed down her body in rivulets. “Yes, really,” she replied, not giving him any more time before she pressed her lips against his.
Neville eagerly returned the gesture, holding her head so he could deepen their kiss. His other hand slid over the skin of her waist and hip before coming to rest against the small of her back, pulling her close.
Sighing, Hermione ran her hands through his hair, dampening the dark strands. His fingers flexed against her back, pressing her even closer. Feeling his cloth covered cock, Hermione decided she didn't want to wait any longer.
She wanted him now.
Her hands quickly made their way down to the buttons of his school shirt, swiftly slipping the buttons through their holes. Once she finished unbuttoning his shirt, he helped her remove the soaking white fabric and tossed it over her shoulder where it landed with a wet slap against the tile.
After they had removed his shirt, Hermione reached for his trousers, but found that his hands were already there unbuttoning and unzipping them. Neville finally broke their kiss, stepping back to remove his trousers and pants. After a little struggle with the waterlogged fabric, where they broke their kiss, Hermione smiled softly as she reached forward to help him.
"Thanks." He blushed.
"My pleasure," she responded. She pressed her hand against his chest, forgetting about his trousers and pants, leaving them to float in the water.
"You're so beautiful," Neville said. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them.
Wanting to even the height difference between them, Neville picked her up.
She laughed at the sudden movement, but quickly wrapped her legs around his waist as he made his way through the water to where he could stand comfortably. He could feel the heat and softness of her abdomen against his erection as she settled in his arms.
Reaching the edge of the bath, he pressed her against the wall.
Groaning, he slipped his hand between their bodies and sliding a finger inside her, he found her quite wet. Adding a second finger to the first, he started to prepare her for his cock. A few moments later, he added a third finger.
"Neville," she whispered. "Now. Please."
He paused for a moment. “Are you?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“I am,” he blurted out, bowing his head. “I’ve been with a witch before, but not…” He trailed off.
Hermione kissed his forehead. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Neville.” She tilted his head up to look him in the eye. “I’ll help, but just do what feels right for you.”
“Okay.” He pressed his lips against her, wanting to feel the same pleasurable feeling he felt earlier when she kissed him. Their second kiss did not disappoint either.
After a moment, he pulled back, realising something else. “Charm?”
“No need, I’m on the potion.”
Hermione kissed him again, nibbling on his lower lip as she reached between them to help guide him inside her.
The feeling of his cock sliding inside her was unlike anything he had felt before and he knew if he wasn’t careful then it would be over way too soon. Pulling back from her kiss-swollen lips, he breathed through his nose to help control his rushing emotions as he slowly eased his cock into her pussy.
“Oh gods, Hermione,” he breathed. “You feel so good.”
She tilted her head back to rest against the wet floor. “So do you,” she hissed.
After he was completely buried inside her, he took a moment to watch the emotions play over her features.
She looked radiant with her eyes closed and her head lying on the bathroom floor, part of her hair pillowing under her head with the rest caught between her back and the wall, the tops of her breasts were peaking out from the water just begging Neville to kiss them, her legs tight around his waist, and her pussy wrapping around his cock like a wet, silken glove.
Once he felt like he could move without coming on the spot, he slowly pulled out.
Hermione’s back arched, her nipples breaking the surface of the water.
Neville leaned forward and latched on to one as he pushed back into her.
Hands tangled in his hair, holding him to her breasts and Neville was more than happy to oblige his witch, although, he did switch to her other breast, laving equal attention to both.
Slowly they found a rhythm that didn’t send Neville over the edge right away.
The angle and the water swirling around them, caused Hermione’s nipple to pop from his mouth, but he quickly sealed his lips over hers.
Hermione slid her hands over his shoulders and down his back. As she ran her hands back up, she let her nails lightly scratch up his back.
He jerked at the new sensation, causing his cock to enter her at a different angle.
“Yes, right there,” she moaned.
Gripping the edge of the bath, he adjusted his angle, but the water made it difficult.
Neville grinned, that was something he could do. He sped up his thrusts and reached between them, brushing his thumb against her clit.
Hermione moaned in response, no longer able to form coherent words. She clung to him, her fingernails biting deliciously into his shoulders as she arched against him.
Digging the fingers of both hands into the flesh of her hips, he broke their kiss, panting for breath at the sting of pain in his shoulders and the blissful feel of her slowly squeezing his cock harder and harder.
The rhythm between them started to falter as their orgasms quickly overtook them and soon the only sounds were gasps, sighs, and the soft splash of water sloshing out of the bath and onto the tiled floor.
The next morning, as Neville was walking down the stairs, he heard voices floating up from the bottom step.
“Did Neville find you last night?”
He reached the last step to find Hermione and Susan only a few feet away. A blush lightly stained the brunette’s cheeks.
“I did find her last night, Susan.” Both witches turned to look at him. Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment before a smile graced her soft lips. He returned her smile. “And she was very helpful.”
The blush staining Hermione’s cheeks darkened as her eyes widened again.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Susan replied, missing the surprised look on her friend’s face. “Shall we head down to breakfast?”
“You go on ahead, Susan,” Hermione told her. “I have a question for Neville now.”
“Okay, see you both down there!” The redheaded witch waved to them both and quickly made her way from the common room.
Neville eyed Hermione for a moment and not seeing any signs of trouble, he stepped forward. Once he was close enough, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “What did you want to ask me?”
Hermione turned her head and let her lips brush against the shell of his ear as she spoke, “When can we do it again?”