Soul Bond

Hermione kissed her new husband and grinned. “Did we really just get married, Neville?”

Neville grinned at his bride. “You have just made me the happiest wizard in the entire world, Hermione Longbottom.”

“Uhh! Forgot about that part. Neville, could I keep my own name? Hermione Longbottom just doesn’t sound right,” she said trying not to think of herself with a long butt hanging out behind her.

Neville frowned at her. “You are ashamed of carrying my name?” he asked.

“Not your name, the name. I think of it and I visualize my butt getting longer and longer until it finally explodes on the floor.”

Neville laughed. “I never thought of it that way. How about if we come to a compromise? In your professional life, you can retain the Granger name. In our personal life, you will take mine. I want all of our children to have my name as well.”

“All of our children, Neville?” she asked with a smile. “How many are you planning on having?”

“As many as you will carry for me, my love. We both grew up as only children. I would prefer to have a large family full of laughing children. If something every happens to us, I want our children to have each other to lean on.”

“I want a large family as well, my dearest. Perhaps, not as large as the Weasley clan, but I think four sounds like a lovely number.”

Neville grinned. “Perhaps we should get started on them now then,” he growled as his hand gently squeezed Hermione’s backside. “Definitely not a long butt drooping to the floor.”

“Perhaps you should take me to your bed then,” she whispered against his lips.

“Oh most definitely, my love.” He pulled her tight against him and apparated them to Rivers Run, the Longbottom family estate.

When they reappeared Hermione found herself standing on the front steps of a large manor home. “Why didn’t we go straight inside?” she asked.

“The wards will only allow myself and grandmother to apparated straight in. I will fix the wards in the morning to allow you. However, tonight I have something more pressing on my mind,” he said grinding his hips against Hermione’s belly. She could feel the thick hardness of him against her clothing.

“I feel that. I can think of somewhere else I would like it to be pressing at this moment,” she said boldly as he carried her through the door.

“God’s, Hermione, don’t tease me any more. I won’t make it up the stairs to the bedroom,” he growled.

“Neville Franklin Longbottom! What is the meaning of this?” a screechy voice demanded.

“Oh, gods, I thought that you would be in bed by now,” he muttered more to himself than to her.

“Well obviously I am not!” she said glaring at Neville and the witch he held in his arms. “Have you forgotten the promise that you made to me, young man?”

“No grandmother,” he said as he kept walking towards the stairs.

“Are you trying to tell me you are not taking that witch, she is a witch isn’t she?”

“Yes grandmother,” he said as he took his first step up.

“Are you trying to tell me you are not taking her to your bed?” she demanded.

Hermione giggled. “Yes, grandmother, I am taking her to my bed.” Neville said as he ascended a few more stairs.

“You mean to break your oath to me?” she screamed.

“No, grandmother,” he said as he stood at the top of the landing.

“Then what in all that is sacred in this home are you doing, Neville?”

“I am taking my wife, Hermione, to my bed where I plan to spend the rest of the night shagging her. Goodnight, grandmother,” he said to the stunned witch who stood at the bottom of the stairs in complete shock. She could hear the witches giggles going down the hall as her grandson continued to his bedroom.

“He married her? Hermione Granger?” the old woman asked herself. “How did this come about?” She smiled thinking about how her beloved grandson had finally gotten his wish. He was now married to the witch of his dreams. She wondered how soon it would be before she had great-grandchildren to play with.

“Neville, that was mean!” Hermione giggle into her husband’s chest.

“She’s probably downstairs right now plotting about how soon we will start producing the next generation of Longbottom’s. Don’t worry Hermione, by morning she will have worked through the shock and be totally fine.”

“You didn’t even stop to introduce us though, Neville.”

Neville set Hermione down and pulled him tightly against his chest. He pressed his lips against hers and licked them with his tongue. She opened to him and he thrust his tongue into her mouth chasing hers with his. He put his hand on the side of her face and rubbed her soft skin. She moaned at the sensual contact. “Did you really wanted to sit downstairs observing the social niceties with my grandmother?” he whispered as he took her earlobe between his teeth and softly breathed warm air into his ear.

“No!” she gasped.

“I didn’t think so, my love,” he said running his hands down her back until he reached her ass. He then gently squeezed it and used it to pull her pelvis closer to his. He ground his hips into hers and moaned. “I can think of so many things that would be so much more enjoyable.”

“Why don’t you show me what you are thinking,” Hermione said reaching for the fastening on his robes.

“Allow me, my dear. I don’t want to wait for you, I need you naked next to me now,” he said flicking his wand and leaving them both standing naked in each other’s arms.

Hermione felt her nipples immediately harden from the cold. She snuggled closer to Neville’s chest and grinned when she heard him chuckle deep inside his chest. “Are you cold, my dear?” With another flick of his wand the fire was roaring in the fireplace.

Neville pulled back from Hermione and looked down at her beautiful, flushed, naked body. He leaned into her and took her pert nipple into his mouth and gently bit. He immediately felt her hands circle around his neck and heard her groan his name. He slowly traced her nipple with his tongue and then reached for the other giving it the same attention as the first. He loved how heavy and full her breasts were and how they fit perfectly into his large hands.

He pushed her towards the chair in front of the fire until she fell backwards into it with a small giggle. He looked at her with lust filled eyes as she leaned back in the chair with her legs splayed open. He could see her auburn curls that protected her femininity from his eyes. He slowly reached out and touched her warmth and smiled when he felt how wet she already was. Taking her lips in a demanding kiss he gently massaged her clit with his thumb. She ground her hips into his hand thrusting upward towards him.

Neville licked down the side of her neck and smothered her chest in light kisses before taking her nipple between his teeth again. She moaned again with the contact of his mouth on her sensitive skin.

Hermione felt as Neville kissed down her belly and onto her thighs. She was in heaven with the feelings that her husband was arousing in her body. She thrust her hips up again to meet his finger and groaned when he moved his hand away. A second later it was replaced with his hot, wet tongue and Hermione felt herself come undone. She came as he thrust his tongue deep inside her tight channel. “Neville!” she screamed as waves of passion rolled over her body.

Neville continued to suck and lick her as she thrashed in the chair beneath her. He enjoyed how responsive she was and couldn’t wait until he could burry himself inside of her. When her orgasm finally abated he kissed her lips with all of his pent up passion and heard her moan appreciatively as she tasted herself on his tongue. He reached down and stroked his already throbbing cock and guided it to her entrance. “I can’t wait, Hermione, I need you now!” he said.

“Oh gods, yes, Neville, now!” she shrieked as he thrust forward and filled her tight sheath completely. She lifted her hips to meet each of his deep thrusts. She wrapped her hands around his waist and her lets around the back of his thighs and pulled him deeper into her with each movement. She could feel her muscles start to contract again letting her know she was again about to reach her peak.

“Neville!” she screamed.

“Yes, Hermione, come for me now, love! Now!” he shouted his release as he flooded her body with his seed. The two layed for a few minutes in each other’s arms heavily breathing.

“Damn,” Neville said.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked thinking that what they had just shared was perfect.

“We never made it to the bed,” he laughed.

Hermione smirked. “There’s always round two, my love.”

Augusta Longbottom sat on the bottom step in the foyer with a wide smile on her face. She had heard the children upstairs and new that they had enjoyed themselves. “Oh to be young again,” she thought to herself. She remembered when her and her dear husband, Neville, first married. They had hated each other. It had been an arranged marriage and they had both made the best of it, but the only screaming she had done on her wedding night was to tell her husband to hurry up and get off of her.

Eventually they had fallen deeply in love. They had a few short years together and produced one child. He died in the war against Grindelwald. He had been brave and strong and she never went a single day without missing him. Their son, Frank, had grown to be just as brave and courageous as his father had been, and he was the light of her eyes. When he and Alice fell to the death eaters she thought that their family was at an end. Neville seemed to be little more than a squib and she spent many hours praying that her son would find himself again.

She realized years to late that Neville wasn’t just like his father, he was very different. She had spent years trying to mold him into something he would never be. She had even gone as far as making him use his father’s wand rather than getting him his own. She realized what a mistake that was when his father’s wand was broken and they had to purchase him a replacement. It was like a day and night difference in the strength of his magic. Harry Potter had helped her grandson find the self-confidence he had been lacking and Augusta would always hold a fond place in her heart for that boy.

Now, Neville was everything a grandmother could ask for in a grandson. He was nothing like his father or grandfather, but he was so much more! He was kind and honest, brave and loyal. When Neville gave his support you knew that he would give his last breath defending what he believed in. And boy could he love! He loved those he trusted with a single-mindedness that still amazed her. He gave his heart to Hermione Granger when he was eleven years old, and she thought that he would go to his grave pining for her. She was glad that he finally achieved his hearts desire.

Now, she would just need to remind the pair about silencing spells.