The Coat Room

“Are you sure no one will find us?” Hermione squealed to Neville, who was in the process of dragging her into the coat room of the expensive hotel Seamus and Lavender had rented for their wedding reception.

“If you keep it down, no one will ever know,” Neville replied, pushing Hermione into the small space behind the coat racks.

Hermione had no chance to respond as she was shoved against the wall, Neville practically falling on top of her, his tongue doing crazy things inside of her mouth. She hadn’t felt this passion or this intensity from him in a few months. Their relationship had become kind of bland, and while Hermione was overjoyed that it seemed to be heading in the right direction again, she was still a bit flabbergasted and even nervous that Neville was groping her in a coat room while most of their closest friends were not even fifty feet away from them.

Hermione gently pushed Neville back and looked into his eyes. “What’s gotten into you, Neville?”

Neville blushed and ducked his head, almost reverting back to the shy boy he had been when Hermione had tried to help him locate his frog on the Hogwarts Express in their first year. That Neville would never have pulled her into this small closet, nor would he explain why he had done so, but the new Neville, the Neville who finally felt comfortable in his own skin, looked up and smiled hungrily at Hermione. “Just being here…being around Seamus and Lavender made me remember our wedding day two years ago.”

“Our wedding was nothing like this!” Hermione exclaimed.

Neville raised his eyebrow. “You’re partially right. We didn’t get married at a hotel. We practically got married in the middle of a battlefield, but just seeing how in love our friends are reminded me exactly how much I love you.”

“Oh, Neville,” Hermione breathed.

Neville’s hand drifted up to cup Hermione’s face, his thumb caressing her cheek. As he looked into her gorgeous brown eyes, he was surprised to realize he had tears welling up in his own eyes. “I’m so sorry, Hermione. I’ve been putting work ahead of our life together for I don’t know how long now. You don’t deserve that. Somewhere along the way, I just got wrapped up in all the research and forgot about you.”

Hermione voice broke as she spoke. “I know how much the research means to you, Neville. You are trying to cure your parents, for Merlin’s sake. You love them.”

“I do love them, you’re right. But I’ve forgotten the one person who has been right in front of me, right beside me, through it all, the one person who I love more than I can say. I’ve neglected you, Hermione, and just being here today reminds me how much I love you and that I need to show my love for you more often.”

“Neville,” Hermione tried to protest.

“I’ve forgotten the little things. I’ve forgotten how beautiful you are when you wear your hair up in a twist, I’ve forgotten how cute your ears are,” he continued as he leaned down to nibble on one of Hermione’s ears.

A few moments later, ears forgotten, Neville kissed his wife as his hands started working on the buttons on her shirt, slowly undressing her. He was pleased to see her nipples were already hard as he squeezed them gently through her silk bra. He could hear her breathing grow more and more ragged as his hands explored her body. She threw her arms around his neck, tipping her head back, exposing her throat to his lips.

As he alternated between kissing her long neck and her wet lips, his hands slipped down to her bum, pulling her conservative black skirt up around her waist. He was shocked to realize Hermione had not worn knickers, making the predicament they were in even more erotic. He ran his finger through her damp curls to find her clit. She moaned as his finger made contact with her sensitive nub, and started moving her hips, silently pleading with him to continue touching her.

“You’re so wet,” Neville whispered as his fingers continued their exploration, sliding in and out of his wife’s slick channel.

“Merlin,” Hermione gasped. “Please.”

Neville scooted her up the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist. Within seconds, he was buried deep inside of her heat, stroking in and out. He was trying to muffle her moans with kisses, but the force he was using was making it a bit difficult for their lips to meet without their noses crashing together.

He could feel her trembling in his arms, getting closer and closer to the release she needed.

“I’m sure I saw them go this way,” a voice interrupted from right outside of the coat room.

Neville and Hermione stared at each other in shock, their eyes wide with the realization that they could be caught any second.

“They wouldn’t have come in here, Ginny,” they heard Harry tell his wife. “They would have told us if they were leaving.”

“Honestly, Harry. I’m not crazy, I’m only pregnant.”

“I happen to think you’ve always been crazy,” Harry teased.

“Potter! Hey, Potter!” someone else called. “Dean’s looking for you!”

“Come on, Gin. They will show up sooner or later. Maybe they went outside for some fresh air.”

As Hermione and Neville listened to the couple walk away, they each breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione even chuckled.

“Do you want to stop?” Neville asked coyly as he rolled his hips, reminding Hermione how much she wanted him.

“No,” she moaned as she moved against him, eager to finish what they had started.

Neville waited just long enough for her to say no before he continued as if they hadn’t been interrupted. He could feel her trembling around him again and knew it wouldn’t be long for either of them.

Neville caught her lips in a passionate kiss as he thrust into her one last time. He caught her moan in his mouth as they both shuddered.

“We needed this,” Neville said, kissing Hermione’s nose. “I love you, Hermione.”