Neville\'s Fantasies

Neville’s Fantasies:
A series of vignettes in Neville’s perspective from Prisoner of Azkaban

Wham. Wham. Wham. Wham. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.


Neville opened his eyes to summer rain slamming against the window in a four-four beat, a wet and slushy noise that mimicked the pound of skin in the dream sex he was just having. Inhaling, he smelled his own cum on his pajamas. The smell of sex made his penis twitch again and the thought of Harry from his wet dream had Neville sighing as pre cum seeped out and he began wanking off in his downstairs bedroom at his Grandmother’s house.
As his hand flew faster and faster his thoughts rapidly flipped. Harry naked. Harry touching him. Harry’s hands. Harry’s hot breath against his sticky skin. Harry’s cock. Neville came quickly then. Unsatisfied with masturbation but spent, he began the scourgify routine that he did almost every morning for this first week of vacation, to keep his Grams in the dark about his nightly activities.
In the shower Neville hated himself. He just knew he was the least brave Gryffindor. Unable to get up the nerve to talk to Harry about how he felt. As if Harry Potter would be a poofter and have something in common with his big, fat, dumb, ugly self. Damnit. He sat with a plop in the shower and silently cried into the running water.
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He lay in his backyard only in a pair of shorts and felt the crisp grass against his back and the sun beating on his bare chest. He was re-writing his conversations with Harry and flirting with him in his head. He saw himself bush up against Harry in Herbology, placing his hand on his, giving his hand a squeeze, gazing into his emerald eyes. He saw himself lying in bed with Harry after a long fuck. If only he had Harry’s reflexes. If only he had Harry’s charming good looks. If only he had Harry’s bravery. If only he had Harry. Neville bit his lip with desire and rolled over to bury his blushing face into the cool grass.
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The next morning Neville was up early, cleaning his pajamas again, and got the newspaper before Grams did. He used his foot to shut the front door behind him as he unfurled The Quibbler. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. B-b-black. Azkaban. Escaped. No! No! No! Harry! No! Images of his parents flooded his brain before he fainted cold in the foyer.
As the blackness faded into grey into the warm red of his eyelids Neville smelled his Grandmother. Oh, fuck. She smells horrible, musty and like mothballs.
HARRY!!!!
His eyes shot open with desperate fear, and his Grandmother was there with her arm around him. They were in the living room on the couch. She saw the panic and was clearly controlling her own fear when she told him, “It’s OK. He won’t hurt you. I’ll….”
“Harry!” Neville involuntarily screamed into her face.
“Oh, Neville,” She cooed as she hugged him to her. He felt her breathe heavily and when he pulled out of the rank hug, he saw that she had a tear in her eye. “You care so deeply for others Neville, you’re a wonderful child.” Her tear escaped and she wiped her face. “I’m absolutely sure that the Ministry and Dumbledore will take care of Harry. Don’t you go telling him about this, it won’t help him.” After Neville acquiesced to his grandmother they spent the day cleaning in an obvious attempt to push their thoughts away from fear.
That night Neville awoke from a nightmare about Black. In Petrificus Totalus Neville was unable to help Harry as Black ravaged him in Gryffindor tower under the four poster bed next to his. Harry’s screams inundated Neville as Black’s abstract face contorted with insanity spoke, “crucio” with a voice that he always heard in his nightmares about his parent’s torture.
Sweating profusely, Neville couldn’t stay in his bed any longer. He walked to the kitchen, wasn’t hungry, walked to the bathroom and curled up on the cold tile floor. He stared for hours at the stupid hopping bunnies frolicking on the top of the walls. He always hated those bunnies in waistcoats. Some of them were having tea and he suspected that they were talking about him in their squeaky gabber because they kept glancing at him from behind their floral tea cups. Curse those nasty bunnies.
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Comparing his first weeks of summer sexual libido to the rest of his summer of impotent fear stricken numbness, Neville longed for the shame and secrecy of his masturbatory fantasies.
When he came back to Hogwarts Neville saw immediately that Harry knew about Sirius Black’s escape. He wondered how much he knew, but never asked him any probing questions for fear of Harry asking him any probing questions. If Harry knew, oh, Neville would just die if Harry rejected him. Neville loved and hated being so close to Harry but so far from him, at the same time. Neville will just have to be happy being his friend. Harry would never, ever think of him the same way. No way. Nonetheless, the wet dreams came back to Neville in the night.
Once, Neville saw Harry in the shower. His pale ass under a flowing stream of water was all Neville saw before quickly running to his bed to hide and relieve his engorged erection. The wet dreams intensified from that point on and became part of his waking fantasies. Neville would lie awake listening to Harry’s rhythmic breathing in the next bed and envision himself crawling into his bed, snuggling with him, touching that ass, rubbing his cock against that ass, penetrating him, being penetrated by him. The rhythmic smacks of skin and lube were hidden every night by silencing charms. Neville never worked up the nerve to open his curtain and stare at the object of his desire while masturbating, but oooooh, in his fantasies. In his rewritten world of fantasy Neville hungrily stared at and was met with the burning emerald gaze from the boy so close and so far away.
In reality, Neville did nothing. He was petrified at the thought of being caught. He was petrified at the thought of Black being seen near Hogsmeade. He was unable to concentrate in class or remember the passwords to Gryffindor Tower. He didn’t comfort Harry. He didn’t help his beloved.
He did enjoy the trips to Hogsmeade. He was befriending a big black stray dog and they would romp through the town together if Neville gave the dog some hamburger. Neville loved that dogs were friendly and loyal no matter what you said or did. With dogs he didn’t have to hide that he wasn’t clever or coordinated or charming. When Neville started seeing the dog on Hogwarts grounds, he was pleased to think that the dog was following him out of friendship so he would always try to go pat him on the head or sneak him some food.
Neville heard that Harry was seeing a grim, and he forced himself to ignore the suspicion that it was this dog. He had such a curious and elated look in his eyes, like he had never run in grass before or never saw the sky. A grim is mean looking, right? And what if Neville told Harry about this dog and Harry asked McGonagall to send the dog off the grounds? Where would the stray go? Neville chose to protect his canine friend.
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It’s his fault. Oh No, oh no, ohnoohnoohnoohnoohno! Black could have killed Harry, and it was his fault. He’s such a stupidfatuglyidiothopelessunlovable boy.
Black got into Gryffindor using his scribbled note of the passwords. The Fat Lady was hurt because of him. Harry would never forgive him. He would never love him now. Who could love such an incompetent moron?
Neville was consumed with shame. Crying in the shower, crying himself to sleep, unable to look Harry in the eyes. His beautiful eyes would have been ripped with fear. Neville had the same nightmare over and over again. The same one he had in the summer. Black was raping him, torturing him, killing him. Harry’s eyes, laced with hatred, accused Neville of murdering him. Black would throw Harry’s heart at Neville.
Harry’s blood was on his face. His blood was on his hands.
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His Gram’s howler just served to make him feel worse. On the next Hogsmeade trip, Neville was numb from his unrequited feelings and fear for Harry he didn’t feel like running with the big dog. Instead, he sat at a back porch that protected him from the falling snow and when the dog gave him an inquiring stare he began whispering to the dog.
“You’re so lucky you’re a dog. You never have to be frustrated by your lust.” Neville was surprised to see that the dog huffed and seemed to give him an ironic smirk. Arguing with the dog Neville continued, “I’m such a wretched klutz, how could anyone ever love me? He’s so wonderful, how could he love me like I love him?” The dog whimpered sympathetically and rested his head on his knees. Feeling reassured that this dog could never repeat his secret, Neville ventured to say out loud the truth he had known for a full year that he never told a single individual. He looked the dog right in the eye and bared his soul, “I love Harry Potter.” At this the dog perked up his ears and cocked his head in shock and curiosity and seemed to want to speak. Neville giggled and rubbed the dogs’ ears while he said, “I love him, I love him, I love him! Isn’t that silly? I love the famous, clear-eyed, agile, untouchable Harry Potter.” At this Neville dissolved into a fit of giggles at the look on the dog’s face and the absurdity of talking to this poor stray.
Feeling a thousand times better for finally putting words to what he was feeling, Neville playfully rubbed the dog’s neck, jumped up and ran into the snow. Giggling whirling and jumping with the dog felt so wonderful that when Neville tripped and fell on the ground, he made a snow angel instead of feeling ashamed. The dog happily licked at his face when he was on the ground and they began wrestling and rolling around the hillside. Eventually Neville noticed that the sky was getting darker so he said goodbye to the dog who looked so sad he grabbed the dog by the neck and kissed him right between the eyes. “Bye, Puppy” shouted Neville to the stunned looking dog as he ran back to Hogwarts before the sun set.
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That night when Neville awoke during a sexual fantasy, he decided to do it. Finally do it. He crawled on all fours to the end of his bed and reached out towards the place where the curtains met. His hand seemed to move in slow motion as he tentatively reached, trembling with his whole body when his fingertips touched the curtain. He had never realized how soft and heavy they were before now. He could have sworn that he never even touched the curtain before. His erection grew harder as he slowly pushed one finger through the red drape and he suddenly imagined that he was plunging his shy finger into Harry. He shivered with pleasure and savored it for a moment. Then he realized that stopping now was chicken. He had to do it. He had to see him. He pulled the barrier of fabric away with his index finger, just enough to penetrate the room with one eye.
He saw Harry.
OOOOOhhhhhh.
He saw Harry through a neglectful crack in his curtains. His cock wept pre cum as he hungrily stared at Harry’s sleeping figure. Terrified and aroused at the chance of being caught, Neville touched his hand to what suddenly became his whole self. Unwilling and unable to stop now, Neville stroked himself as Harry slept unknowing. Suddenly Harry stirred. Oh god. Neville couldn’t stop. What if Harry saw him like this? Neville was frantic but Harry wasn’t awake, merely shifting to a different position. What fortune! Now Neville could see his dark nipple against the creamy skin of his hairless chest. Harry’s pajama bottoms were pulled slightly down so he could see the treasure trail of dark hair, muscles and hip bones that would eventually cumulate at his delectable groin. Harry’s hand moved to itch at his pectoral and then rested there above the nipple with his middle finger just barely resting at his armpit. Neville imagined that was his hand touching him. He pulled faster at his shaft and visualized himself kissing Harry on the chest. He was kissing his nipple, dragging his fingers against Harry’s long torso, tormenting Harry with light inconsistent touches on his hips, thighs, pubic hair, never touching his cock. Neville wanted to torture Harry the way these desires torture him.
At the thought of placing his hands to Harry’s glistening erection while staring at the vision of Harry himself, Neville had the strongest orgasm he had ever had.
He closed his eyes and his hand left the curtain as he leaned back into a crouch as cum flowed onto the bedclothes. He moaned and kept stroking himself as he came. Ragged inhales were breaks from the gushing cum that resumed its tide with his every exhaled scream.
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He next day, Neville watched Harry taking notes in Professor Binns’ class. There was a little vein that bulged whenever he wrote the letters b, d, f, h, k, and l. Neville wondered if that vein popped whenever Harry masturbated. A shiver ran down his spine. The shiver ended a tingle that caused his penis to flex. Neville silently closed his eyes, crossed his legs and tried to think about his Grams. Instead, Harry’s nipple sprang into his head. Then, as if lulled to sleep by Professor Binns’ drone, Neville found himself back in the middle of the last night and envisioned himself in Harry’s bed, pulling down his trousers. A small sigh of pleasure escaped his lips and he kept his eyes shut praying that nobody heard. He heard Harry whisper, “Neville.” Oh shit, no, oh fuck. Then a hand on his crossed knee. “Neville, wake up,” the sexy voice was so close to him. His leg was an electrical storm of desire and shame originating from the unknowing touch. He opened his eyes.
“Harry,” Neville choked out of his desire laden throat.
Oh god, did he just say that out loud like that? Did Harry notice the intense craving in his voice? Harry simply smiled a tiny acknowledgement and went back to writing notes. Neville had his heart pounding unbearably in his throat and he touched his leg where Harry’s hand just rested. Inhaling slowly he wrote the unintelligible words that Binns was saying. Desperately concentrating on Goblin wars, his erection abated.
Instead of going to lunch after class, Neville went up to their room and cried in agony and ecstasy while having another hard orgasm. He began to wonder if something was wrong with him. None of the other boys seemed to wank off this much.
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That night he had a dream about Sirius Black.
Not the nightmare he was getting used to. Neville had a sex dream about Sirius Black.
Black was in Gryffindor Tower. Black was in his bed. Black was sharing his blankets. Black had the same eyes as his friendly dog. Black was inside Neville, pumping his hips, his huge penis thrusting slowly in and out of Neville. Black stared at him with brown puppy dog eyes. Black probed into Neville’s soul as his fingers probed Neville’s testicles. Neville awoke and sat bolt upright. Red faced, he finished himself off thinking of Black.
What the hell is wrong with him?
Ashamed and desperate to stop thinking about Harry or Black, Neville went to Miss Pompfrey. He stuttered while trying to find words for his disease that would be clear but keep object of lust in his dreams secret. She laughed a little and told him that masturbating, even masturbating every night, was healthy and normal for a young man his age. Neville had to face his fantasies without a potion.
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During the February Hogsmeade visit Neville deliberately avoided the Valentines couples by walking with the dog. The dog was leading him on a meandering path up the hillside through a small wood. During this walk Neville talked about his suspicions that Harry might have a crush on Professor Lupin. The dog seemed to pause every time he said Lupin’s name, making him wonder if he was ever called that. Neville realized this was the first time he thought about the dog’s name. Six months and he just called him “the dog.” Neville stopped walking, looked down and asked, “Hey boy, what’s your name?” The dog looked over his shoulder, seemed to smile at him and kept walking. They were at a little cave before Neville even be conscious of how far away from town they were. This seemed to be the dog’s home.
Neville peered into the cave and saw a gnawed on bone, scraps of newspaper, and a square of blanket completely covered in hair. Looking back to the entrance of the cave, Neville saw Sirius Black and screamed.
His frantic scream bounced off the walls and echoed in his head as he fell backwards and landed ungracefully on his elbow. Pain shot from his elbow to his brain as he gaped at the man Neville knew would kill him.
Black practically flew in the air and landed on him, pinning him firmly to the ground. Black was still wearing the Azkaban uniform but it was tattered and yellowed and did not conceal his body. Black saw Neville looking at his ravenous body and grinned. Black growled, “I know you need me Neville. You need a release of all your…tension.” Black’s rumbling voice so close to his aching conflicted stiffness made Neville moan. Black drank this moan like a man in the desert drinks water. Black was desperate to consume Neville and he was frantic to be devoured. Black then ripped Neville’s jumper off of his shoulders and began pulling at his Gryffindor tie. Black didn’t take off the tie but instead pulled Neville’s white shirt collar out from under it and shred the shirt in two, uncaring that buttons were flying in all directions. Black buried his scruffy face into Neville’s chest while snarling like a feral dog. Black’s teeth caused Neville to whimper in ecstasy as they grazed his nipple and traveled lower, lower, lower. Black suddenly had Neville’s trousers around his ankles. Black pushed his muzzle into Neville’s bulging underpants and barked with desire which caused Neville to quiver with anticipation of the inevitable. Black plucked Neville’s penis out of his tight pants through the front gap. Black hungrily stared at the exposed and vulnerable aroused boy under his control. Black quickly placed his lips on Neville and began wolfing down on Neville’s erection. Black’s tongue was all over his shaft and heaving sighs accompanied Neville around and around his orgasm, never quite reaching culmination. Black then enveloped his whole self and Neville came with such intensity he thought he would never recover. White light filled Neville’s vision and destroyed all thoughts of shame or fear.
As the blackness faded into grey into the warm red of his eyelids Neville smelled wet dog. A kind and fatherly voice asked, “Neville, kid, are you alright?” He felt a large hand on his shoulder and slowly opened his groggy, confused eyes. He saw the dog’s eyes gazing down at him from Sirius Black’s face. A wave of pain and nausea hit him at the same time he recognized Sirius as the joyful dog. Neville knew he was safe; Black wasn’t going to hurt him in any way.
“I’m alright.” Neville whispered with a considerable amount of awe and confusion in his voice.
“I need you to do something for me Neville,” pleaded Black with mournful eyes.
“Wh-What do you want?” stumbled Neville.
“I need you to give Remus, um, Professor Lupin, a message for me. Can you remember a message?”
“No,” admitted Neville shyly.
A small ironic smile grazed Black’s furry mouth and he reached back to pick up some newspaper. “D’ya have a pen?”
As Neville fished a pen out of his trouser pockets, his clumsy fingers brushed against his still hard cock, causing Neville to tremble with erotic memories.
Black took the pen from Neville and noticed his shaking. “I’m not going to hurt you” he reassured while writing his one sentence message on the black corner of newsprint.
“I know, that’s not….it” mumbled Neville as a flush spread across his face.
Sirius was gazing at Neville now and soon discovered the cause of his discomfort. He sat back against the cave wall and crossed his arms in thought before saying, “Let’s talk about Harry.”
Neville audibly gulped.
“From what you’ve told me and what I’ve seen, Harry is an extraordinary boy. He seems to care for is friends, you included, very much. If he’s anything like his father, and I think he is, he will be very accepting if you tell him about your desires. His father was when I told him about mine.”
Neville looked up in shock. “You… and James Potter?...”
“No,” Sirius laughed, “but he and I were great friends and he accepted me and r—the man I love. He was head over heels for Lily and I didn’t want him sexually.”
“Oh.” Nodded Neville, thinking he’d never stand a chance with Harry.
“Don’t look so glum. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I think he’s interested in you, even if he doesn’t know it himself yet.”
Neville’s rosy face cheered up immediately. “You really think so?”
“Yes. I think you should talk to Harry.”
Neville jumped up to run back to Hogwarts when Sirius stopped him with a hand.
“After you give this to Remus…Lupin.” Sirius handed Neville the note.
Glancing at the note, Neville read “The one who loves you did not betray you. Wormtail lives.”
In a stroke of sympathetic understanding, Neville hugged Sirius.
“Go run along to Harry.” Sirius practically shoved Neville out of the cave.
Neville thought he saw tears in Sirius’ eyes as he ran down the wooded path.
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Neville ran all the way to the defense against the dark arts classroom, hoping to quickly pass the note to Professor Lupin and run to Harry.
But when Neville handed the now-sweaty note to Professor Lupin he was compelled to stop by the look on the Professor’s face. Professor Lupin’s face was usually pale but Neville had never seen it this ashen before. But that wasn’t what stopped Neville. What made Neville’s blood run cold was the fact that Professor Lupin was crying in rage.
“P-professor?”
“All… these… years. Lost. All lost,” choked Professor Lupin.
“Professor, he still loves you intensely.”
At that, Lupin began crying into his tweed jacket sleeves.
Unable to leave him crying in his office and unsure what to do, Neville placed a hand on Lupin’s heaving shoulder. “It’s ok, sir,” he whispered uncertainly, “He wasn’t mad at you, I don’t think.”
“Thank you Neville,” Lupin spoke through his hands, “but I really need to be alone right now.”
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Neville walked somberly back to his room, and when he placed his hand on the doorknob, he heard Harry and Ron talking through the door. He stopped. He’d forgotten that he was going to talk to Harry! Ron’s in there, how was he going to get Harry alone to talk to him? Every emotion came flooding back to him and he was suddenly unable to open the door.
The door opened. Neville, with his hand frozen on the doorknob, tumbled onto Harry, who had opened the door. Neville’s face was squished into Harry’s chest and his hands, neither of them on the door anymore, were grabbing Harry’s waist in order to stop himself from falling completely on the floor. Harry was taken completely by surprise and lost his footing so the two boys toppled to the ground.
Ron, who had managed to avoid the scuffle, was laughing hysterically at the two.
Harry ended up under Neville with his hands on Neville’s shoulders and their legs intertwined. Neville had one hand on Harry’s back and the other on his backside. He has inhaling Harry’s musky scent when he realized where his hand was. He felt a jolt in his stomach and he began to get hard. Harry said, “Hi Neville” as he placed his hands on the floor to push himself up. Before Harry sat up, though, Neville felt him get hard under his thigh. Neville sat back on his haunches to let Harry free, and said, “Harry, can I talk to you alone sometime soon, um, just to, um, I, um, have something to tell you.”
Harry was now sitting up while hugging one knee to his chest, probably to hide his erection, said, “Oh, um, sure Neville. I’m a little busy right now, but do you want to meet at 8?”
“Sure!” Neville exclaimed, a little too excitedly, he chided himself.
“OK, we’ll meet here and go someplace quiet, OK?” Harry was standing up to go.
Neville scrambled up to make eye contact and nodded enthusiastically, “see you later, Harry!”
“Bye Neville,” Harry called as he and Ron left the room.
Neville was left alone in the room and so he sat in his bed and worried and thought about what he would say to Harry tonight.
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Unable to eat dinner, Neville stayed in the room preening and fretting until 7:45. He went into a kind of shock then. And sat at the end of his bed, looking at, but never able to read a sentence of, his Herbology book. At 7:50, he was trying to look composed and interested in the Herbology book, thinking that if Harry saw him reading casually he’d think that this wasn’t a big scary deal. By 7:55, he was fidgeting with the book cover and felt very flush. When 8:00 passed, he was trying to breathe without panicking that Harry might walk into the room on this breath. At 8:05 Neville was near tears with anticipation and anxiety. When 8:15 flew by, Neville was laying face down on his bed with his back to the door, thinking if a watched pot never boils, then maybe a watched door never opens. At 8:17, Harry whisked in.
“Hi, Neville, sorry I’m late,” apologized Harry, “but I found us a place to…talk.” Harry was so cute when he was flushed like that, thought Neville, he’s probably never undignified. He’s like royalty, regal and handsome.
Harry then said, “Neville?” and Neville realized he hadn’t responded.
“Sorry Harry, yeah, take me.” Neville got up off his bed, “Er, I mean show me your spot. Oh! Um, let’s go.”
Neville was near tears again and flustered, so he didn’t dare look at Harry’s face, but followed his feet towards the door. Harry laughed kindly and grabbed Neville’s hand like it was a golden snitch as they left the room.
Neville floated behind Harry in absolute rapture at the fact that he was walking hand in hand through Hogwarts with Harry Potter! They were taking twists and turns and going up moving staircases, and when Neville and Harry arrived in a quiet study room, Neville had no idea where in the castle they might be. There was a chair and a desk strewn with scrap parchment and quills. Harry offered Neville the chair as he leaned against the desk.
Neville was having difficulty looking at Harry’s face, so he let his eyes wander up and down his body. “Harry, I…” Neville’s eyes drank in the vision of Harry’s pecks through the thin blue tee shirt he was wearing. “I…” Harry’s slightly muscular arms were crossed and his hips were crooked backwards over his backside on the desk. “Think I am, um, f-f…” Harry’s bodyweight was balanced on one leg, the other once loosely bent with his foot against the desk. “I’m in love with you Harry,” blurted Neville as he sneaked a glance at Harry’s eyes for his reaction. Harry was smiling. When their eyes met, something clicked inside Neville. He gracefully swept up out of the chair and kissed Harry. His hands found their true home on Harry’s hip bones. Harry had a sharp shocked intake of breath and then relaxed into the kiss and caressed Neville’s face and jaw line.
When Neville disengaged the kiss, he stayed where he was; standing straddling Harry’s bent leg and holding his hips. Harry ran his thumb over Neville’s lower lip and said, “I love you too Neville. Actually, I just figured it out today when Ron noticed my, um, reaction, to our fall earlier.” Damn, thought Neville, he’s so cute when he blushes! “Maybe it’s a good thing I’m a klutz, then,” joked Neville. Harry laughed lightly and gazed into Neville’s eyes. Neville was sure he was dreaming. There’s no way this was really happening, kissing and flirting with Harry couldn’t ever happen, yet here he was!
Harry’s fingers tightened on Neville’s jaw and pulled him from just behind the ears into another kiss. Neville jerked slightly in surprise when he felt Harry’s tongue on his lips, but quickly recovered and opened his teeth to allow Harry’s exploring. Their tongues licked each other and Neville took a breath in through his nose. This was quite the revelation. Harry was a great kisser! He closed his eyes so he could be completely enveloped I the sensation. Harry tasted like pumpkin juice and smelled like a musky cinnamon. Neville let his hands explore Harry’s waist and butt, pulling Harry off of the desk so they were standing together. Harry was taller than Neville and he loved the sense of giving up control to Harry as he arched his back and neck to maintain the long, wet kiss. One of Harry’s hands brushed Neville’s exposed neck and began gently rubbing his collarbone.
Neville moaned softly into Harry’s mouth in a tone he didn’t know he was capable of. Harry groaned in response and Neville felt himself get hard. He pulled Harry closer by pushing a hand into the small of his back. Harry’s erection pressed against Neville’s hip and Neville grinded his hip into it.
“AH!” Harry shouted as his mouth involuntarily released the kiss and his teeth grazed over Neville’s tongue.
“Gnnnn,” Neville responded and began rubbing, rocking, and grinding against Harry. The hand that was on Neville’s collarbone was now against his chest and Harry’s other hand grabbed at Neville’s neck and ear as he began moving his hips up and down with Neville. The boys stared into each other’s eyes as they worked themselves into a frenzy of sexual tension and friction.
“Ugh”
“Oh!”
“Harry”
“Ahhhooo”
Neville began pulling up Harry’s shirt to place his hot hands directly onto his steaming flesh.
“Neville” Harry grunted as he bent his head down to be cheek to cheek with Neville.
“Neville!” Harry gasped as Neville began to lick Harry’s earlobe, “Neville! Wait!”
Harry held Neville by his shoulders and pushed him away, making Neville’s hands and legs loose contact with Harry’s body.
“Are you OK, Harry?”
“I- I’m sorry. I’m not ready.” Harry was red faced and clearly still aroused, “I need some time. I want to-but…”
“I’ll stop. I’ll wait.” Neville grabbed both of Harry’s hands with his, “I don’t want to rush you. It’s OK”
Neville brought Harry’s right hand up and kissed his palm while maintaining eye contact with Harry. “I’m sorry I went so fast. We’ll go slowly.”
Harry leaned in for another kiss from Neville while they held each other’s hands between them.
“That’s why I love you Neville, you’re wonderful to me.” Whispered Harry.
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Less than an hour later, they were in their room with Ron, Seamus and Dean who gave each other mischievous looks when Harry and Neville entered together, holding hands.
“How’d your…talk go” Ron giggled naughtily.
“Shove off, Ron” Harry chided and gave Neville’s hand a squeeze before letting go and sitting on his own bed.
Neville obediently plopped onto his own bed, his stomach, and hard on, pressed into the blankets. “Be nice,” he said quietly at no one in particular.
“I’m always nice,” replied Seamus in false indignation.
“I’m going to bed,” said Dean as he closed the curtains on his bed.
“Me, too,” said Seamus as he followed suit. Ron looked from Harry to Neville and said, “Three’s a crowd,” then closed the curtains and Harry and Neville were left looking at each other from their beds.
“Um, goodnight Harry,” whispered Neville.
Harry jumped up and gave Neville a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Neville,” he said into Neville’s ear and then went back to his bed and smiled at Neville’s blushing face as he closed the curtains on his bed, too.
Neville smiled with a pure joy he’d never experienced before as he closed the curtains and changed into his pajama top on his bed.
He was still erect, and he began tentatively and gently touching himself while thinking about Harry’s kisses. He was beginning to reach his full erection when he heard his name being whispered.
He stopped and quickly put his covers over his exposed erection before opening the curtain to the room. Everyone’s curtains were closed but he heard a grunt from Harry’s bed. “Harry?” he whispered into the night.
There was scrambling in Harry’s bed and then Harry’s face peered out from the curtain. “Hi Neville,” said a flushed and sweaty Harry.
Neville smiled and giggled as he realized what Harry must have been doing in his bed.
Dawning comprehension crossed Harry’s face but then a serious look entered his eyes and he opened his curtain completely.
Neville’s eyes dilated hungrily when he saw that Harry was utterly naked on his bed. Harry shifted to sit on top of his bedclothes in order to be fully seen by Neville. Neville opened his curtain, too and pushed his blackest off if his stiff exposed penis.
Harry resumed touching himself while his emerald eyes bore into Neville’s pink tipped cock. Neville’s lower body was bare and he realized that Harry found him desirable, which made him stoke himself harder and faster as he gave in to his and Harry’s desires.
Neville heard the moist slapping from Harry’s masturbating and matched his rhythm so they were both moaning and stoking in time.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. A four-four beat was quickly established between the two boys. Neville came first, because he had been so hard for so long, but Harry quickly followed when he saw Neville’s cum spurting forth.
Both of them now spent, the looked at each other in a mixture of shock, desire, and awe.
Neville started cleaning up and taking off his soiled shirt to wipe the cum off of his legs. Harry silently padded over to Neville and put his hand on Neville’s bare chest.
From Ron’s bed came, “Don’t you two know silencing charms! You woke me up!” And a burst of hysterical laugher peeled from Dean and Seamus’ beds.
At this, Harry and Neville began giggling and Harry pulled Neville back into his bed. Harry pulled the curtains shut while Neville pulled out his wand and spoke the silencing charm around them.
Then the two naked nubile teens lay staring at each other in silence for what felt like an hour.
“Hi.” Whispered Neville, a little fearful that breaking the silence would wake him up from this realistic dream.
Harry grinned and said, “Hi. I guess there’s no need to whisper, now that we have the silencing charm around us. Are you alright?”
“I’m nervous. I think I might be dreaming”
Harry smiled and said, “You’re not dreaming. I’m right here.” Then Harry reached over and grabbed Neville into a hug that was sticky and wonderful. Neville was now arranged under the crook of Harry’s arm and had one leg over one of Harry’s legs. He was reveling in the feel of his skin against Harry’s skin while Harry pulled Neville’s dark locks out of his eyes that were gazing lovingly at him.
“I’m still not ready yet but I’d like to stay with you tonight, if that’s alright, Neville.”
“Yes! Please stay,” enthusiastically chimed Neville.
Relieved and happy grins spread over their contented faces as they silently held each other and fell asleep.
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When Neville awoke, he was still curled around Harry who had his mouth slightly open and his arms akimbo beneath and beside Neville. Neville’s left hand was pinned under Harry’s shoulder and was asleep from lack of blood. He pulled his hand out and started squeezing it, trying to make the unpleasant tingling stop without waking up Harry. Neville was happily absorbing every detail of Harry’s sleeping face when he finally awoke.
Harry yawned while he groggily said, “Hello Neville.”
“Hi sleepy head,” jibbed Neville.
“Heh. You’re cute with a big old red spot on your face.”
“Shut it!” Neville gave Harry a playful push with one hand.
“C’mon, let’s get out of bed.” Harry pulled Neville up with him into a sitting position.
With his arms around Harry, Neville went to kiss Harry’s sleep swollen lips, but missed and kissed his jaw.
Harry turned and planted a firm kiss on Neville’s lips. He was ready to accept his tongue and give his when he felt Harry’s tongue on his lips. Neville had his hands on Harry’s limber sides and was pulling him closer, trying to regain the touch of skin to skin.
Harry resisted, and Neville stopped and pulled away. “I’m sorry,” Neville sheepishly apologized, not daring to look Harry in the face.
“It’s OK, Neville,” Harry plucked Neville’s face up by the chin and gave him a short kiss.
Harry got out of the bed then, and went to take a shower.
Neville covered his nudity with the blanket and stared wistfully at Harry’s empty bed.
Seamus saw how Neville looked and sat on the foot of his bed, “Have fun last night, Neville?”
Neville felt his face become very hot and he smiled almost unwillingly, “Yes.”
“Then don’t look so glum!” Seamus then looked at Neville seriously and said, “He’ll come around.”
“I know, I just don’t want to push him away by being to forceful, or too weak!”
Seamus laughed, “You just can’t be happy, can you? Come on, get dressed and we’ll hang out today.”
Dean, Seamus and Neville wandered the grounds and talked about nothing and everything that morning.
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Later, when they were walking past the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on their way back to the dorm, Professor Lupin called out to Neville.
Neville said an apologetic goodbye to Dean and Seamus and said, “Yes, Professor?”
After ushering Neville in to the empty classroom, Lupin demanded, “What else did he tell you?”
“Nothing, really. We talked about Harry.” Neville squeaked.
“Harry? What about Harry?” Professor Lupin stared deeply into Neville’s eyes, demanding an answer.
“Um, he helped me talk to Harry about my, um, feelings.”
“That’s all?”
“He…He seemed to know that Harry liked me back.”
Lupin laughed then, “Yes, he was always good at seeing people’s feelings.”
Neville took a chance and said, “He still loves you, Professor.”
“I know.” Professor Lupin sat heavily into the nearest chair and sighed, “I need to know one more thing. Where is he now?”
“Hogsmeade… living in a cave.” Neville was aware that Professor Lupin was staring into his eyes again.
Lupin nodded in agreement, and resignedly said, “He’s not there anymore. I looked for him all morning.”
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Neville was in the study room, getting his potions essay done when Harry, Hermione and Ron walked in, obviously conspiring about something. They were always solving the biggest mysteries in the Wizarding World, so he kept writing and let them ignore him like they usually do.
But this time, they sat around him, Harry next to him, touching him, and Ron and Hermione on the other side of the table.
Hermione had just received word that Buckbeak will be executed and they are trying to figure out what to do about it.
Neville is too distracted by the fact that Harry has his hand on his thigh to contribute to the conversation.
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Two weeks fly by very quickly. Neville and Harry sleep together nude almost every night, Wednesdays see Harry more exhausted than usual, but he doesn’t seem to want to talk about it with Neville. Harry tastes like chocolate every Wednesday and Neville wonders if he is fighting Dementors.
Neville talks to Harry about everything, well, not Sirius Black and Professor Lupin, that’s private. But Neville thinks that if Harry is completely comfortable with him, they will finally consummate their relationship. Neville is a little bit nagged by the fact that Harry doesn’t call him his boyfriend, but they walk the halls together hand in hand, so Neville is happy about that at least.
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After Ron’s Birthday party, Harry and Neville were cuddling in bed together when Neville felt Harry get hard against his thigh. Harry began slowly bucking his hips against Neville and Neville became instantly hard.
“Harry?” Neville gave him a questioning look.
“Neville, I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes, oh, yes!” Harry tossed Neville so he was straddling Harry’s stomach, his hard on pressing him.
Harry’s erection was pressed against Neville’s balls, making him see little stars.
Harry blushed as he pulled a condom out from under his pillow saying, “Ron nicked this from Krum’s stash.”
Neville giggled with nervousness and anticipation while he gave Harry room to put the condom on himself. They were kissing again, with passion and Neville reached down to guide Harry’s rippling muscle into his ass. Neville was in control of the first time he ever felt a wide and slippery cock inside of himself. It hurt, but it hurt with pleasure that overrode all pain. Neville began riding Harry, one hand on his thigh and the other on his stomach to maintain balance as Harry began bucking his hips with Neville’s bouncing.
The sound of flesh slapping against Flesh filled their silencing charmed bubble of ecstasy induced moans. They came together, in near perfect unison and Neville fell onto Harry with him still inside of him. He kissed Harry’s still erect nipple and slowly released himself from Harry’s cock. Neville’s cum squished between them as they took a long deep kiss from each other.
Neville pulled out of the kiss with a smack and whispered, “I love you Harry.”
“I love you too Neville.” Harry kissed Neville on his sweaty forehead, “Thank you.”
“For what?” Neville asked.
Harry giggled, “Your patience, your love, your kindness. Everything.”
After Harry fell asleep in his arms, Neville stared at him and loved him more and more.
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The year passed quickly then, exams and sex taking up most of Neville’s mind.
The night that Harry won the Quiddich Cup they had a very passionate night and Harry’s screams of pleasure broke through the silencing charm and woke up Ron, Seamus, and Dean who began laughing hysterically.
He continued to see the big black dog and told him about his and Harry’s relationship. Sirius looked happy and nostalgic at the news.
One day in Transfiguration, Draco Malfoy started calling Neville names and throwing bits of paper at his head. Getting more confident that his taunts weren’t heard, Draco then hissed, “Nasty poofters!” at Harry and Neville. Professor McGonagall heard him and whirled upon him like a tartan tornado and nearly screamed, “Draco Malfoy! I will NOT tolerate that kind of language! Five nights of detention and 50 points from Slytherin! Go to Headmaster Dumbledore’s office right now! Get out of my classroom before I hit you, Mister Malfoy!” Draco scrambled quickly out of the room in fear of her wrath. The whole classroom was silent in awe and terror while she took three slow and deep breaths before continuing the lesson.
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The boys were lost in their exams and barely had time for each other during the last week of school. Then, Harry ended up in the hospital wing after a very strange night. Neville couldn’t get a straight answer about what happened that Friday out of Harry and stopped trying when Lupin resigned, thinking he had a good idea then.
The first night after Harry got out of the Hospital Wing that they slept together again, Neville whispered, “Harry, did you meet Sirius Black?”
Harry looked in shock at Neville, “Yes, I did.”
“You… you didn’t kill him, did you?”
“No!” Harry shrieked, then more calmly, “No, Neville, he’s innocent.”
“Good.” Neville responded, “Who’s Wormtail?”
Harry tensed up and hissed, “He killed my parents.”
“Oh. Did you kill him?”
“No, he got away and now Sirius has to be in hiding because nobody believes us that he’s innocent.”
“I believe you, Harry. I met Sirius.”
Neville told a shocked Harry the whole story about the dog, Sirius, and Professor Lupin.
“My godfather got us together even before I knew him” Harry laughed at the thought.
Harry’s laugh against his ear made Neville happy and they quickly went to sleep after the long weekend.
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