Neville and the Book of Us

If Neville could have met the Fates, they would be no more. Neville had just managed to get Harry and Draco to share his bed without blood shed when disaster struck. Voldemort went from being slightly inactive to being hyperactive and began launching new attacks.


Courtesy of Hermione, the Gryffindors who had seen Neville’s bonding with Draco were oblivated. No one was aware of the bonding of Neville, Draco and Harry or Snape and Hermione. Draco, his mother, father, Snape and Goyle became spies for the Order. Snape was fired from Hogwarts under the new Ministry of Magic and became free to do more work for Voldemort. Harry went off to destroy the bits of Voldemort that aided his immortality taking Ron with him.


This left Hermione and Neville to hold down the fort at Hogwarts. They also were entrusted with keeping the corruption at tolerable levels. Both resented the roles thrust on them. The resentment did not stop them from becoming stronger for their partners. It was vital to the survival of their lovers that they maintained a steady focus and comforting presence.
Even when they were on the verge of collapse their partners depended on their calm influence.


When the battle finally came both had been present when Ron had fallen dead, killed by Bellatrix as he had distracted her from Voldemort. Hermione had managed to bind groups of Death Eaters and stun them. Neville had killed Nagini and Bellatrix, Goyle had killed his father and Harry had successfully killed Voldemort.


The winning of the war was bittersweet. Neville and Hermione had left the others to celebrate and mourn. Hermione had come to the realization months ago that she was pregnant and as such felt rather drained. Neville escorted her to the library and sat her in a comfortable chair. Under her watchful gaze, he had begun the rebuilding of the damaged sections of Hogwarts.


Voldemort had managed to do a lot of damage with his attack but with Neville and Hermione’s magic, they were able to aid the castle in healing itself. As Neville allowed his magic to flow gently through the stones he listened to the whispers of the old ones, who’s magic had made the castle. Gently pushing and prodding, Neville and Hermione worked silently to get at least the structure of the building sound.


“Do you hear that?” Hermione asked quietly. Neville nodded. “The books are talking.”


“Ask them if there is one among them that will aid us in rebuilding.” Neville inquired as he shifted another stone into place.


Hermione concentrated for a moment. Three books came forward from the shelves. “Neville these are all Dark Arts books from the restricted section.”


“Hermione you know what I have learned from this war?” Neville responded. “Intent is everything. Remember when Moody told us that one year that we could all try to Kedarva him but nothing would happen. Without the intent to be evil, most spells are neutral. I would be foolish to say that there aren’t some bad spells but still.”


“What an astute observation.” Hermione complimented. “I think for now we have done all we can do about the building. The foundations are sound again and the building’s magic is slowly fixing the walls. It will take a while but I believe it should be fine.”


“Agreed.” Neville put his wand away. “Let’s go get you some food. Eating for two is definitely a big job.”


“No pun intended, I hope.” Hermione laughed taking his arm to help her stand. “Seven months and I already feel as though I could be used as a bowling ball.”


“Nope your hair would ruin the traction on the ball.” Neville smirked.


“Wiseass.” Hermione grumbled.


“Mrs. Snape, language!” Neville cried dramatically and Hermione cuffed him on the back of the head. Together they made their way to a private room that Neville had discovered while healing the castle. Tucking Hermione in, he got comfortable beside her.


“Neville what are we going to do with our partners?” Hermione asked rolling onto her side and placing her head on Neville’s chest.


“Try not to kill them for being morons and love them regardless.” Neville mused rubbing her back soothingly.


“Neville, I always thought I would end up married to Ron having a bunch of bushy red haired freckled babies.” Hermione suddenly sniffed burying her nose in his chest.


“It’s alright.” Neville murmured as he held her until she cried herself to sleep.

“Where the heck are they?” Draco grumbled waiting for his senses to kick in and lead him to Neville. Harry and Draco had seen each other on a regular basis over the last seven months. Both had taken some comfort in being able to hold the other when things were bad. Now that it was all over they looked forward to seeing their other lover.


“Do you sense anything Snape?” Harry inquired pulling out his Marauder’s Map and looking for the two.


“No but I think the building could be hiding them.” Snape responded smoothly. “Their magic seems to be everywhere.”


“Did they really repair the building by themselves?” Draco asked walking to a wall and leaning against it.


“Yes it would appear that we are bonded to two miracle workers.” Snape retorted looking around. The three were in one of the towers of the castle.


“I know exactly what I am going to do when I find Neville.” Harry commented frowning at the map. “It says they are right…” Harry walked right through a wall and yelled.


Neville opened one gray- green eye and blinked sleepily. Harry stood in front of him with a map. His eyes were wide and many different emotions seemed to be running into each other as they crossed his face. When Draco and Snape both leaped through the wall, Neville decided that it was time to make a strategic exit. Extricating himself from the still sleeping Hermione, he dragged Draco and Harry away, leaving Hermione to deal with the slightly scandalized professor.


“Why exactly were you in bed with Granger?” Draco asked mildly, as Neville dropped their arms and continued walking.


“I was comforting her.” Neville retorted continuing his way not caring if they followed him or not. Walking back towards the Gryffindor dorms he started thinking about his private apartment and when the picture of Godric Gryffindor appeared he merely nodded and entered. Harry and Draco just managed to squeak in behind him.

Walking through the library/ living area Neville began to remove his clothes. Tossing his robes onto the conveniently placed coat rack Neville shucked his shirt on the way into his bathroom. When he was finally naked, he climbed into his the shower and began to clean himself completely ignoring the other two.


Draco and Harry looked at each other; they had followed Neville into the bathroom. Both were at a loss on what to do now, he was effectively ignoring them. Neville finally stuck his head out of the shower stall and spoke. “Both of you go take a bath. You have one hour to prepare yourselves and then you are all mine.”


Neville went back to shower humming tunelessly as he listened to the mad dashes, crashes and exclamations coming from behind the glass. Finishing he set a hourglass called the time remaining and went into his bedroom.


Neville put on a pair of loose fitting pajama pants and retrieved two silk scarves. Sitting on the chair facing his bed he waited.


Draco ran out first. His hair was perfectly coiffed as always and he was completely naked. He stood patiently, eyes focused on the wall behind Neville. Bracing his feet he assumed the military position Neville liked with his arms slightly tensed by his sides, chest out, stomach in. Neville smiled approvingly before watching Harry fly out of the bathroom and assume the same position as Draco just as the time ran out.


“Good, now that you are both in attendance I would like to say this.” Neville paused, standing he began to circle the pair. “If you both ever abandon me like that again you will be unable to sleep with me ever again. Do I make myself clear?”


“Yes, sir.” Draco and Harry responded in unison.


“Good you remember how to answer me when I talk to you.” Neville stopped behind them and smiled. “I want you both to walk forward and bend over the bed.” As two complied he smiled. Sitting in the chair that faced the bed he admired the view before sending the scarves to play. As the material slide over their bodies, Neville enjoyed the shivers and goosebumps that began to form.


Summoning two more scarves, he tied them around the now drooling erections and smiled. The other scarves tied themselves around their eyes. Neville stood and opened the trundle under the bed. With a casual flick of his wrists, he tied his two lovers’ hands to the headboard.


“Now that Voldemort is dead the fun and games can really start.” Neville spoke letting a little bit of dark intent creep into his voice. Both the tied boys shivered.