Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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ALL WARNINGS. Non-Consensual Sex.



In another room in the castle, a less then tender scene played out.

Luna stared across at Neville as he lowered Ginny onto the bed. Ginny was still stupefied and he entangled her in ropes and a gag before the other spell wore off. With a flick of his wand, Neville warded the door and muffled it. A standard spell that Harry had taught them. Ironically, an enemy was now using it.

Except Luna could not look at Neville as an enemy. Neville had so long been the quiet and shy boy from Gryffindor who made Luna’s heart race. Now, he was being controlled by the Death Eaters. Luna gave a small sob and pressed her face into her hands.

Neville turned to face Luna. His normally cheerful face was harsh and closed off. Luna found herself putting more space between them as she scooted back to the corner of the room.

Neville saw Luna move away from him and he grimaced slightly. He was actually pulling this off, if his friends believed him. It was amazing what rage and coldness he could summon when his friends lives were on the line.

Neville sat on the bed and pulled off the Deatheater Robes with concealed disgust. The meeting with Voldemort had gone well; he was not dead at least.

He knew this was a test. This was probably Lestranges idea, giving him Ginny and Luna to watch over. The minute the girls suspected he was on their side, the Death Eaters would know.

Ginny was going to be hard. Mostly he would have to keep her unconscious. Luna, Gods Luna… With her sweet demeanor and gentle heart, Luna would become the victim in this very quickly. He did not have to make it horrible.

Neville could feel his heart pounding in his throat. The prospect of abusing Luna Lovegood was scarier then Professor Snape.

Neville cast a furtive glance at Luna. She had dragged herself into a corner and was watching him with round betrayed eyes. Neville sighed and with a swish of his wand, he lifted Ginny and put her in the bathroom, tied up. Locking it from the outside, Neville turned to face Luna. Neville schooled his features to reflect nothing.

Luna shivered and pulled her knees closer to her. “N… Neville?” Luna’s voice wavered slightly.

Neville closed his eyes and concentrated. “You do not call me Neville, Blood Traitor. You call me Master.” Neville tried to put as much sneer in his voice as possible.

Luna flinched at his cold tone. Neville felt wildly out of character. He tried to draw on a reliable source. Draco Malfoy.

“I have already told you before, the next time you forget. I will give you to Lestrange for instruction. Would you like that Loony?” Neville forced a laugh.

Luna hated that name. Normally she had defenses to prevent her from reacting but everything was too much and she felt a burning in her gut at the cruelness of his words.

Coming from Neville just made it worse. Unbearable. Luna felt weak tears leaking down the sides of her face before she realized that it was happening.

Neville felt his resolve melting under those tears.

Finding it difficult to breathe suddenly, Neville crossed the room and kneeled in front of Luna.

“Come now Loony, surely you knew I would ask for you? Perhaps you hoped as well?” Neville swallowed hard and he gripped her wrist and pulled her to her feet.

“As comfortable as the floor is, I prefer the bed.” Neville steered her to the four poster bed in the middle of the room. Luna sat in the middle as he instructed.

“Luna… take off your shirt.” Neville said as calmly as possible. Gods, he wished the circumstances were different.

Luna was brave, Neville knew that but he was still caught off guard at her defiant gesture. Luna grabbed the shirt and tugged it over her head. Merlin, she was perfect. Soft, white and lean with small perfect breasts, nipples of the palest pink that jutted out from the cold air. The skirt that was hanging about her waist was riding up her thighs and Neville felt all the air suck out of his chest at the picture she made.

“Gods Luna…” Neville exhaled and Luna looked up at him sharply.

The rapturous look on Neville’s face expanded a feeling of warmth in her chest. He looked like Neville at that moment. Her Neville. She could feel herself responding to it. She felt moistness between her legs and she squirmed slightly.

Luna stared at him as Neville sat next to her on the bed. Neville’s hand was gentle as he cupped one of her breasts.

“I want to taste you.” Neville spoke in a rush.

Luna flushed from the contact. How many times had she dreamed of him saying this to her? This was not the situation she had wanted, but at this moment, he was her Neville. Almost.

Luna gasped as Neville brought his mouth to her nipple and suckled gently at it. Luna felt herself responding and her nipple swelled in his mouth.

“Beautiful… So soft …” Neville leaned over her and cupped her other breast while he suckled at her breasts. Luna could feel a heat rising to her face and she arched her back. Neville groaned as he felt himself harden.

Neville had been having difficulty getting aroused before, and now he thought he might explode if Luna spoke a word.

Luna felt her eyes widen as she felt him getting aroused against her. Neville opened his eyes and looked tentatively across at Luna. She looked flushed and aroused. Neville rose up and pulled her on top of him. Luna fell across his lap and Neville pressed his mouth against hers. His tongue darting inside as his hands stroked her tender nipples.

Luna made a low moan of pleasure at the contact. Tears still falling from her eyes. Neville kissed the corners of her eyes, wiping her tears. Luna was about to speak when Neville growled capturing her mouth before she could question his gentleness. Neville slowly pushed her skirt up and pulled down her panties.

Luna let him, and she lay back on the bed. Her thoughts drifting a million miles away. Neville obviously wanted her as much as she wanted him. Luna felt the cool air hit her legs and then the sensation of Neville’s tongue diving in between her legs, caused her to gasp in shock and pleasure.

“Oh Ne... Master… Please, it feels soooooo good.” Luna numbly corrected herself.

Neville felt like he was hell. Tasting Luna’s sweetness as he licked at her soft wet folds was seriously undoing him. He felt like picking her up over his shoulder and running for the hills.

Luna arched on the bed in unconscious sensuality as Neville stroked her with his fingers.

“You’re a good little girl, aren’t you Luna..?” Neville tried to sound menacing and nearly pulled it off. He was having a very hard time not exploding in his pants. When Luna almost said his name, he thought he was going to die.

“Since you are such a good girl, you may call me by my first name.” Neville groaned as Luna nearly soaked his fingers, as his tongue lapped at her.

Luna needed no further invitation and she gasped. “Neville, please…”

Luna’s words were mindless, pleading for the unknown. Luna just wanted the satisfaction that her body was demanding. Neville stood up and stared down as she squirmed on the bed, arching and begging him to finish. He choked slightly as he realized that his years of fantasizing about doing this to her, were coming true. Neville unbuttoned his pants and felt himself, thick and swollen.

A sudden knock on the door sounded off and Neville felt his blood run cold. Neville tucked himself back and walked to the door.

“Sod off, I'm busy.” Neville said through the door.

Neville opened the door a crack and saw Goyle standing there. Goyle thrust a rolled up parchment at Neville with a leer.

Neville unrolled the parchment and blanched. He knew it was a test but it still made him feel sick. He had no choice. Neville nodded numbly, and Goyle slid in between the open crack in the door.

Luna writhed on the bed, her nubile young body, flushed rosy with pleasure as she whimpered for Neville to finish the job.

Goyle leered across at Luna. “Who knew that Looney had such a sweet body? I bet she will be a right good tup.”

Looney righted herself as Goyle suddenly appeared in front of her. Neville had pulled on his Deatheater Mask and he sat down on a chair turned to the bed.

“You don’t mind if I watch do you? After all, I DID do all the work.” Neville voice came out disjointed and Goyle shrugged but watched him suspiciously before turning back to Luna on the bed.

“Spread your legs.” Goyle reached for Luna and she screamed.

Goyle lifted his robes and produced his cock, bulging and jutting out. He was on the small side but very thick. Luna clawed the bed as she tried to get away from him. Goyle quickly climbed on her and pressed his erection between her legs.

Goyle sneered slightly. “Nice and moist for me too. Thanks Longbottom.”

Neville sat in the chair, his robes covering his hands that were making moon crescent shapes in his palms. He did not register the pain from the grip. Neville watched Luna instead, his heart breaking as Goyle forced her legs apart.

Luna’s face was wet with tears as Goyle shoved himself inside her. Luna arched and cried out as Goyle gave a grunt of satisfaction. Luna’s body was rigid with pain, as Goyle continued to ride her relentlessly, moving in and out of her with dogged earnest.

Suddenly, quickly Goyle came inside her and Luna had ceased moving at that point. Her mouth opening and closing in pain as Goyle bucked against her.

Neville could feel his face wet with tears under the Deatheater Mask. The urge to kill Goyle rolled through him and when he finally came, Neville dried his eyes and stared burningly ahead.

“Nice performance Goyle.” Neville said darkly. “Couldn’t last a bit longer?” Neville laughed hollowly.

Goyle pulled off Luna and pulled his robe back down. Goyle looked mildly embarrassed at the comment, but he then smirked at Neville.

“At least I got to break her in. Loony will always remember her first.” Goyle stared hard into Neville’s eyes as he revealed this latest horror.

Neville swallowed hard and then shrugged. “But how much will she remember? Two, or three minutes of it?”

Goyle scowled and slammed out the front door.

Neville felt his legs grow weak and he leaned on the chair. Very few things in his life had ever filled him with dread more then this moment.

Neville walked determinedly to the bathroom. Ginny sat frozen and tied up. Neville lifted her, took her to the closet, and locked her in there. Once the bathroom was clear, he waved his wand and the tub filled with hot water. Looking through the cabinets, he found some lavender, aloe and elderberry oils. Dropping them into the water, the scent of the soothing herbs filled the air.

Neville walked hesitantly towards Luna curled up on the bed, her face a grimace of shock and pain. Firstly, Neville scourgified her.

Then, Neville gently cradled her to his chest and carried her to the bathtub. He set her down on the edge of the tub. Checking the water temperature, he cooled it slightly. Neville darted a look to her face again and saw nothing. No response.

Luna blinked as Neville guided one foot to the water. Slowly he guided the rest of her and the hot water began to soak into her.

Luna’s teeth were chattering and she murmured. “So cold…”

Luna appeared terrified of the mask, so Neville removed it. Neville tried to make a cold expression but the effort was too great.

“Luna, I want you to relax. Just ..” Neville spoke softly and Luna turned to stare at him.

“ I use to love you, you know.” Her blunt words cut into his heart. Shock clearly showed on his face.

“I use to fantasize that you would be the one that I… you know..” Luna watched him with surprisingly clear eyes. Guileless.

Neville felt his hands shaking as he wrung out a sponge and began to apply it to her shoulders, slowly and methodically. Neville tried to ignore her words but they were making him bleed.

“I wouldn’t have minded you. I wanted you. Even if you are a Death Eater now. Your still … that boy that I loved.” Luna started to cry.

“Now, I am ruined. Goyle defiled me and you let him. I thought you were just pretending so you could rescue me. I wanted you so badly to be a liar.” Luna shook as Neville scrubbed her back slowly.

“But this is worse. You’re not a spy are you.” The words were not a question and Neville shook his head.

“Then I don’t care what happens to me. If the Neville Longbottoms of the world are now Deatheater’s, we are all lost.” Luna sobbed openly as Neville dropped the sponge into the tub.

Neville rose abruptly and walked out of the bathroom.

Once the door closed, Neville gasped, struggling to breath. He leaned on the outside of the door, his heart breaking into a million pieces.

The DA never prepared him for this. He was dying inside and maybe he was doing the wrong thing. Maybe he should be defending them, and saying things like, Triumph or die! Never bend, or compromise. Neville felt like a coward for trying this path. No wonder Snape always was so miserable. It was a terrible feeling. Neville heard a clunk in the bathroom and he opened the door.

Luna had collapsed forward in the bath; blood ran thickly and profusely from her wrists. A broken potion bottle lay nearby on the floor discarded, blood still dripping from it. The bathtub was red with blood. Neville rushed to Luna, and cast a healing charm over the deep slashes moving vertically down her thin arms. He lifted her face up to his own and checked her pulse. It was there but weak.

“Please don’t die Luna. Please… Gods… I am so lost...” Neville gently pulled her out of the tub. Neville quickly cast a blood-replenishing spell on her. Neville walked back to the bed, cradling her into his chest.

Neville wrapped her in a blanket and put her down on the bed. Luna could feel her eyes fluttering open and she whispered. “Why didn’t you let me die Neville?” Her words sounded broken and Neville felt immense self-hatred at that moment.

“Because of the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks.” Neville said in a rush. “ The Snorkack is reputed to be a highly intelligent creature that can tell when it’s mate is very close. The Snorkack has the ability to shape change into different animals to trick its predators. You are the only person here who understand and can find them.”

Luna blinked. A bright Ravenclaw who lives on faith rather then facts. Neville stared down earnestly at her, his dark eyes anguished as he rattled off the nonsense. Luna closed her eyes and she tucked her face into Neville’s chest. Luna stopped asking questions and Neville relaxed slightly and caressed her soft blond hair, in a comforting way.

Neville felt Luna’s hands move up to touch his chest and he sighed in relief. She got the message. Gods, he loved her. He was going to kill Goyle. That was no longer an idea, it was a purpose. He was going to destroy Voldemort, and he could do it with Luna believing in him. Now, to deal with Ginny.




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