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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,643
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Water
Title: Water
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None.
Summary: #51 – Water. ‘The bikini will have to go.’
Word Count: 1,098 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 51 – Water
“Too slow, Longbottom!” she called as she treaded water to the rock one hundred meters from the shore.
He was letting her win, but at her teasing words, he dunked his head under the water and began to glide through the cool water. He overtook her easily, even having time to grab her ankle and pull her under.
Surfacing, his hair dripping, his hands helping him to climb up onto the rock, he laughed as she splashed and spluttered below in the water.
“No…fair…” she gasped.
He chuckled. She had been the one that had started it all. They had been teasing each other all afternoon, first with her racing him to the lake from the greenhouses, then daring him to strip out of his boxer shorts to swim naked. He had done it, and he could feel her eyes upon him.
‘The bikini will have to go,’ he had said laughing, slipping into the cool water, careful that she did not see him in his full glory. ‘To be fair,’ he added, and kept his back turned when she stripped off the skimpy bikini, waiting until she stepped into the water to look at her.
The little bay was secluded, and he was sure that none of the staff would notice them.
Neville Longbottom lounged on top the warm, flat rock and stretched, water droplets falling from his tanned body. He shook his head roughly, his tawny brown hair scattering more water onto the dry rock. He had only turned his eyes away for a moment, the sound of Hermione Granger swimming, and splashing water filling his ears.
However, there was a sudden lack of noise, and no sight of Hermione except for rippling water. Neville crouched on the top of the rock, not thinking that he was nude, but scanning the water for Hermione.
She had claimed she was a proficient swimmer. Neville loved swimming as much as he loved his greenhouses full of life.
He started counting as his eyes searched, twenty seconds passed and he stood.
“Accio!” he hissed, and from the shore, his wand came flying from his denims and into his hand.
Perhaps ten meters from the rock, he could see bubbles coming up to the surface. Placing his wand between his teeth, he flew, diving into the water like a raptor bird, hands grasping.
Wrapping a thick arm about her slender waist, he grasped his wand with his free hand. When he shot up out of the water, Hermione’s limp form against him, he grimaced as he landed on the rock, bare feet slamming into stone.
He glanced about before laying Hermione on her back, making sure none had seen his lithe spelled movement or his nude body. However, looking down at Hermione, all thoughts left him for a moment.
She was beautiful even though she was not breathing. Her skin was covered in water droplets, her nipples erect, the curls between her thighs wet and dark. He appreciated how the sun made her skin glow, but he also knew that he could not hesitate, her lips turning blue from lack of oxygen.
He let his cherry wand drop to the rock’s surface, cursing under his breath as he tilted her head back and rearranged her arms away from her chest.
Neville breathed for her, remembering Pomfrey’s basic first aid tutorial from his Sixth Year.
“Breathe.”
He counted the chest compressions, and when she coughed up brackish water, he turned her on her side.
Of all the things in the world, Neville would have never expected Hermione Granger to nearly drown.
The first thing out of her mouth was a curse.
She had not been under long, but it had been long enough to have her breathe in a good deal of murky lake water. She was coughing still when she sat up, her legs dangling off the edge of the rock, her toes in the water. Neville knelt behind her, rubbing her bare back, ignoring the swell of her bottom and the slope of her waist to her hips.
“How mortifying,” she wheezed, pulling her long hair to rest, dripping over one shoulder. “Remind me to do some basic calisthenics before swimming.”
He chuckled, his hands moving to her shoulders, under her hair to hold her steady, pressing her shoulder blades into his chest.
The sound of rippling water was only marked by Hermione’s deep breathing and for a moment, Neville wondered if she were too shaken to get into the water again. He would stay near her from that point on, making sure she was safe.
He would protect her by any means, at any time, because…
The heat of the day seemed to shake her from her stupor, and slowly her face turned to glance over her shoulder at him. Her golden eyes were slightly reddened, and he blinked as they did not look at his face, but lower.
A blush heated his face.
“What a way to try and cool down,” she whispered. “And thank you.”
He glanced away.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” she asked, moving away from him to slip down into the cool water again, turning to look up at him.
He shuddered despite the heat, and stood in the sunlight, the rays of light beating down against his skin. He would not be able to hide his nudity, or his semi-erect cock from her now. Neville mentally shrugged as his eyes moved to her face below him.
It was too late now, he had seen her body, saved her life, and she was gazing up at him in a strange wonderment.
Neville was not sure what it meant when she looked at him the way she did, but he was not finding it distasteful.
With a sigh, he moved to pick up his wand, wondering how he was going to dry it later when the water would try to warp the cherry wood. He regarded the twig for a moment and kneeling down, placed it on a safe, dry spot on the rock.
Hermione was waiting.
He would be her lifeguard, if need be, and perhaps something more, if she would allow him. With a devious grin, he dove over her head into the water, hearing her protest as water splashed into her face.
She squealed hoarsely as he grabbed her under the water, surfacing before her. Pressing her back into the rock, he grinned at her wide eyes and flushed face as his chest pressed into her breasts.
“Yes, let’s try this again,” he whispered, his face moving nearer to hers.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None.
Summary: #51 – Water. ‘The bikini will have to go.’
Word Count: 1,098 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 51 – Water
“Too slow, Longbottom!” she called as she treaded water to the rock one hundred meters from the shore.
He was letting her win, but at her teasing words, he dunked his head under the water and began to glide through the cool water. He overtook her easily, even having time to grab her ankle and pull her under.
Surfacing, his hair dripping, his hands helping him to climb up onto the rock, he laughed as she splashed and spluttered below in the water.
“No…fair…” she gasped.
He chuckled. She had been the one that had started it all. They had been teasing each other all afternoon, first with her racing him to the lake from the greenhouses, then daring him to strip out of his boxer shorts to swim naked. He had done it, and he could feel her eyes upon him.
‘The bikini will have to go,’ he had said laughing, slipping into the cool water, careful that she did not see him in his full glory. ‘To be fair,’ he added, and kept his back turned when she stripped off the skimpy bikini, waiting until she stepped into the water to look at her.
The little bay was secluded, and he was sure that none of the staff would notice them.
Neville Longbottom lounged on top the warm, flat rock and stretched, water droplets falling from his tanned body. He shook his head roughly, his tawny brown hair scattering more water onto the dry rock. He had only turned his eyes away for a moment, the sound of Hermione Granger swimming, and splashing water filling his ears.
However, there was a sudden lack of noise, and no sight of Hermione except for rippling water. Neville crouched on the top of the rock, not thinking that he was nude, but scanning the water for Hermione.
She had claimed she was a proficient swimmer. Neville loved swimming as much as he loved his greenhouses full of life.
He started counting as his eyes searched, twenty seconds passed and he stood.
“Accio!” he hissed, and from the shore, his wand came flying from his denims and into his hand.
Perhaps ten meters from the rock, he could see bubbles coming up to the surface. Placing his wand between his teeth, he flew, diving into the water like a raptor bird, hands grasping.
Wrapping a thick arm about her slender waist, he grasped his wand with his free hand. When he shot up out of the water, Hermione’s limp form against him, he grimaced as he landed on the rock, bare feet slamming into stone.
He glanced about before laying Hermione on her back, making sure none had seen his lithe spelled movement or his nude body. However, looking down at Hermione, all thoughts left him for a moment.
She was beautiful even though she was not breathing. Her skin was covered in water droplets, her nipples erect, the curls between her thighs wet and dark. He appreciated how the sun made her skin glow, but he also knew that he could not hesitate, her lips turning blue from lack of oxygen.
He let his cherry wand drop to the rock’s surface, cursing under his breath as he tilted her head back and rearranged her arms away from her chest.
Neville breathed for her, remembering Pomfrey’s basic first aid tutorial from his Sixth Year.
“Breathe.”
He counted the chest compressions, and when she coughed up brackish water, he turned her on her side.
Of all the things in the world, Neville would have never expected Hermione Granger to nearly drown.
The first thing out of her mouth was a curse.
She had not been under long, but it had been long enough to have her breathe in a good deal of murky lake water. She was coughing still when she sat up, her legs dangling off the edge of the rock, her toes in the water. Neville knelt behind her, rubbing her bare back, ignoring the swell of her bottom and the slope of her waist to her hips.
“How mortifying,” she wheezed, pulling her long hair to rest, dripping over one shoulder. “Remind me to do some basic calisthenics before swimming.”
He chuckled, his hands moving to her shoulders, under her hair to hold her steady, pressing her shoulder blades into his chest.
The sound of rippling water was only marked by Hermione’s deep breathing and for a moment, Neville wondered if she were too shaken to get into the water again. He would stay near her from that point on, making sure she was safe.
He would protect her by any means, at any time, because…
The heat of the day seemed to shake her from her stupor, and slowly her face turned to glance over her shoulder at him. Her golden eyes were slightly reddened, and he blinked as they did not look at his face, but lower.
A blush heated his face.
“What a way to try and cool down,” she whispered. “And thank you.”
He glanced away.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” she asked, moving away from him to slip down into the cool water again, turning to look up at him.
He shuddered despite the heat, and stood in the sunlight, the rays of light beating down against his skin. He would not be able to hide his nudity, or his semi-erect cock from her now. Neville mentally shrugged as his eyes moved to her face below him.
It was too late now, he had seen her body, saved her life, and she was gazing up at him in a strange wonderment.
Neville was not sure what it meant when she looked at him the way she did, but he was not finding it distasteful.
With a sigh, he moved to pick up his wand, wondering how he was going to dry it later when the water would try to warp the cherry wood. He regarded the twig for a moment and kneeling down, placed it on a safe, dry spot on the rock.
Hermione was waiting.
He would be her lifeguard, if need be, and perhaps something more, if she would allow him. With a devious grin, he dove over her head into the water, hearing her protest as water splashed into her face.
She squealed hoarsely as he grabbed her under the water, surfacing before her. Pressing her back into the rock, he grinned at her wide eyes and flushed face as his chest pressed into her breasts.
“Yes, let’s try this again,” he whispered, his face moving nearer to hers.