Not That Gay

“I bet you’re gay” Seamus Finnegan teased.

“Course not. I just don’t like the magazine” Neville Longbottom shook his head, tossing the issue of Play Owl back to the table.

“And you’re not hard at all?” Andy Kirke made a face.

“No, not really. At least I don’t try to look down Lavender’s blouse at lunch” Neville countered.

“You’re gay, mate. That’s the only explanation why you won’t look at girls” Andrew’s friend Jack Sloper insisted, grinning.

Dean intervened. “Guys, maybe Neville just isn’t interested in anybody right now. Still, Neville, it’s weird you’ve never gone out with someone.”

The other boy squirmed. “Well, I don’t think they’d be interested”

Andy snickered. Neville was just glad the prefects would be there soon and make the ribbing stop.

“Hannah Abbot’s been throwing herself at you. Why not go out with her? She’s the best you’re ever going to get” Jack insisted

“I like her and all, but not enough to ask her out…” Neville defended.

Colin Creevey piped in, supportive as always “Besides, it’d be okay if you were gay. Look at Jason and Eric in Slytherin.”

“Maybe it’s a Slytherin thing. I still suspect something about Malfoy and his goons” Seamus quipped, diffusing the situation.

There was a chorus of laughter. The awkward moment passed.

“All right, light out!” Ron Weasley called out as he entered the boy’s dormitory, Harry Potter at his side, “It’s time. Oh, except for you, Neville. Hermione said she wanted to talk with you about something” Ron looked as perplexed as the rest. If it wasn’t so dark, they would have made out a faint flush on Neville’s cheeks.

Andrew couldn’t help but wonder exactly what Neville and that busybody Hermione were talking about. And he was determined to find out.

As the boys drifted off to sleep one by one, Andrew kept a close eye on the rest. He was too curious to sleep, and he was eyeing a little slip of cloth underneath Colin’s pillow. It was a secret project of him to create an invisibility cloak. The last three cloaks had turned out to be disasters. The magic was a year above his, but he was determined to find it out. Flitwick and McGonagall were surprised into how much he and Colin put into their projects and how much interest they showed.

This time he had to find out. Andy slowly, carefully slipped the cloak from under the pillow. He wished Neville’s snores would help cover his action, but it was this absence he was determined to find out about. He wasn’t exactly nimble and subtle on the best of circumstances, but he still managed to get the cloak around him. Even if it didn’t work, it still might conceal his identity in the dark. Soon he was out the door.

Andy sneaked carefully into common room. There he saw Granger and Longbottom in a deep liplock. His jaw dropped. The kind of kissing and groping they were doing seemed completely out of character for either of them, but they were furiously pulling at each other’s clothes. Andy crept closer and overheard their conversation.

“Oh, Hermione, I missed you last night”, Neville punctuated his statement with a kiss

“We’d get caught” Hermione sucked on his ear and moved down to his neck, “but I missed you, too”

“Did you see” Kiss. “If anyone was guarding” Lick. Caress. “The hall” Nuzzle

“No” she whimpered, “Let’s go now before we do anything else”

Andrew had to move quickly to keep up with them. Only in a mad dash did he make it before the portrait hole closed. He tripped but caught himself. Fortunately, it seemed that the couple was too absorbed with each other to notice him. Through the corridors they walked quickly, Andrew struggling to keep up.

A familiar cackle stopped the whole chase.

“Well, what are you doing with Mr. Longbottom, Ms. Granger?” Filch sneered

“Oh, Mr. Filch” Hermione was quick on her feet, “There was a nocturnal fungus released in the abandoned wing. I think Longbottom will be needed to deal with it”

“Rather dangerous. Perhaps I should go with you” Filch’s stained smile never changed.

“Sure. It’s lethal at 10 metres, so I wouldn’t worry about it” the prefect countered

The caretaker fell back, his bluff called.

“Well, I’m sure you and Mr. Longbottom can handle the danger. I’ll just tell your head of house I warned you”

Hermione smiled and led Neville on into the halls. Andrew quickly followed, knowing that Mrs. Norris might have been nearby and that cats can sense hidden students. On and on they traveled, into corridors Andy had never seen before. Finally they stopped. Andy crouched to the ground, ready to slip inside.

“This is a different room, Hermione” Neville said

“This way we won’t be traced. Now hush” she whispered back as she opened the door. For a moment Andy seemed paralyzed. He couldn’t rush in now, and Hermione would close the door behind them. However, a chance arose. As she scanned the hallway one more time, Andrew dove in, barely avoiding brushing the prefect.

The room itself was dusty, with a chalkboard on the wall and one or two broken chairs. Everything useful had been taken out long ago and the classroom had been long abandoned. Still, Neville and Hermione quickly charmed the room in every way possible. Heat on. Doors locked. Sound muffled. Detection spells. Any previous detection spells were searched for.

No sooner than they seemed to finish that they passionately embraced, resuming their liplock. Andrew had never really thought of Hermione as sexy, but the little moans she made as Neville’s mouth traveled to worship her neck were surprisingly arousing. His hand tapped on his trousers as he considered a simple wank. No, too dangerous. He reluctantly stood by to watch. He was too shocked anyway.

After a minute of this, Andrew had to duck to avoid Neville’s robe, carelessly tossed in his passion. The shy boy who was too self-conscious to shower without a towel was stripping Or rather, being stripped by an impatient Hermione.

“I want to taste you. I’ve wanted to all day” she breathlessly admitted as she ripped off his shirt and undershirt. The usually puritan prefect was a sexual monster that night, ravenously sucking and licking on Neville’s exposed flesh. She attacked down the shoulder and to the chest, the dusting of light brown hair sticking down from her saliva.

A nip and lick at a nipple made him gasp and sigh.

“What happened to my favorite squeak?” she teased him, biting the other nipple mischievously

Neville squeaked that time before signing with pleasure, running his fingers through Hermione’s bushy mane as she moved her face down his torso.

“That’s more like it” she said with a grin, before pulling at the nipple with her teeth.

“Please, Hermione. Let me kiss you. Your lips taste so brilliant” Neville sighed, tugging her hair.

“No. You taste good down here” she whined, her tongue working furiously on his ribs.

Her hair brushed his chest, inspiring a moan that only got louder when she licked his belly.

“Damnit, Hermione!” he moaned.

“Now for the best part…” she slid a hand into his trousers, only for Neville to suddenly sit up, grabbing her head and kissing her hard. His tongue entangled with hers, pulling, caressing, delving deep into her mouth so hard even Andrew could see from his corner

Judging by the sounds they were making, they must have loved the way the other tasted. Andy felt kind of embarrassed. His noshing with Su Li was incredible, but they were never this intense. He was both terrified and aroused at the same time by the spectacle before him.

Hermione’s determined efforts at Neville’s trousers finally managed to get them off, but Neville grabbed her robe and starting pulling it off before she could work on his briefs. Hermione’s robes hit the floor at the onslaught of Neville’s talented fingers, their owner too busy in liplock to care. They only paused to take off her shirt before continuing their kiss.

Andy’s eyes bugged out. He never guessed Hermione was hiding a body underneath her robes. He couldn’t help but stare at every curve of her back Neville caressed, and pant when she let out a chorus of soft moans. She reciprocated the favor, massaging his bare back in turn as they rocked back and forth.

Without ending the kiss, Hermione somehow transfigured one of the broken seats into a bed. Andrew realized they intended to go further, and quickly slunk forward for a better view. Somehow it was both erotic and bizarre, and he couldn’t help but continue watching.

They walked over to the bed, their hands wandering everywhere. Neville managed to get his hand in Hermione’s bra, struggling to undo it. Andrew was about to laugh at him when, to his surprise and Hermione’s triumphant “Yes!”, Neville managed to undo her bra.

Andy edged closer. Hermione’s breasts were now exposed, and he couldn’t help but stare at them. Round, soft, pale; they were match for the girls in the magazines, and although they were smaller, they had a softer texture that made them more enticing. Obviously Neville thought the same, rubbing her chest.

“I’ve missed you, ladies. I’ll give you a goodnight kiss-“ he teased as he spoke to the breasts he was massaging

“Quit the foreplay. Let’s fuck” Hermione ordered, pulling down Neville’s briefs.

“Yes’m” Neville gulped, his hands moving down her firm abdomen to pull down her panties.
Andrew noticed that Hermione had a nice butt, too. Then he noticed Neville’s erection. His member was uncut and thick, not bad at all. About the same length as Andrew’s own, but a bit thicker. It was a joke that Neville only found his balls after a long time, but seeing Hermione caress said bollocks took all the humor out of it.

“I took the potion, in case you’re wondering” Hermione murmured as she lay down on the bed, Neville following her in and lying on top of her. Andrew was annoyed by the obstruction of Neville’s body, but knew the good part was coming and moved around to view them from the side.

Then the young herbologist entered his first friend with a moan from both of them.

“That feels good” Hermione stated the obvious with a gasp

“You’re so wonderful” he moaned.

He thrust again. The girl shuddered. Again. And again

Neville started slow, speeding up slowly. They must have done this before, Andrew surmised. They went at it in a way that showed they knew all of each other’s secrets. Touched places they knew would feel wonderful. Moved at the speed they know would please them.

Neville nodded and sped up. Andy wasn’t sure what kind of signal he was getting, then he saw the way Hermione’s long, smooth legs gripped him ever so slightly harder. That must have been her signal, since she repeated it and Neville went faster. The only sound was that of their heavy breathing and quiet little moans.

Andrew had to admit that even Hermione looked sexy in that position. Her hair moving back and forth, her body arching to meet Neville’s, her breasts bouncing up and down ever so slightly with every thrust, her lips open as she panted while her eyes closed in sheer sensation.

Her moans raised in pitch as Neville snaked his hands up from her hips and across her belly to cup her breasts.

“Yes…yes…yes…” she began to chant as he caressed her breasts as he thrust into her, his mouth sucking on her shoulder. Her chants became louder and longer as he moved his mouth to her breasts. Andrew wiped the sweat from his brow. He couldn’t believe he was seeing a virile Neville Longbottom, the boy in the group whose virginity he could make easily make jokes about, sucking and licking on the beautiful breasts of Hermione Granger, who was in turn making a series of whimpers and moans that he didn’t know she could possibly make.

“Good…so good…don’t stop…” she moaned

“Sweet…so hot…..” Neville moaned in return before he returned to suckle, making Hermione shake her head back and forth in joy.

Andrew felt his mouth dry. They went faster and harder. Neville’s mouth, both their hips, and Hermione’s head were moving faster as they continued. Andy was wondering how long they would stand it when Hermione screamed. Neville let out a long moan of his own as they both stiffened, then fell still.

Neville rolled onto his back beside Hermione, her breasts and pubic hair soaking wet as they both panted in exhilaration. Their eyes met, and they stroked each other’s hair as they recovered.

“That was better than the first time” Hermione sighed

“The first time was good, too” Neville looked offended

“It was wonderful. I’m just saying tonight’s was much better” she giggled, “Do you like how my breasts taste?”

“Of course. They taste like you” Neville grinned goofily before kissing her.

Andrew couldn’t help but notice that Neville’s prick was still erect. Somehow its pressing against Hermione’s gently curved hips aroused it back to life. Were they going to do more? More?!

Hermione noticed too, judging by her cunning smile and her hand grabbing his dick almost instantly. Her smile and grip only increased when he moaned in joy. Andrew couldn’t resist his own erection in sympathy. Oh my god, she was stroking it. And it looked like it felt good. It sounded like it, too, judging by Neville’s moan.

“If you liked that, then sit on me and rub it on my chest” Hermione suggested.

“But Hermione, what about you-“

“Neville, last time we focused on me. This time, it’s all for you. It makes me feel better seeing your pleasure”

“Well, if it makes you happy-“ Neville swung up his legs to sit up

“It will” Hermione smiled as he straddled her torso, placing his penis between her breasts and kneeling so his scrotum was pressed against her ribs.

“Am I too heavy?” Neville seemed to be getting intimidated. Andrew wouldn’t be surprised. Titfucks were something he could never imagine either of the couple doing, but it was also hard to believe they’d do this in the first place.

Neville sat on Hermione’s chest, his prick seeming to be far more confident than the rest of him

“I don’t think your breasts are big enough for this. I mean, I like them-“ he stuttered.

“I bet you do”, she sneered, and with that, grabbed her breasts and squeezed Neville’s prick between them. He let out a gasp and a short cry. Andrew would bet his entire stash of Play Owl that it felt fantastic.

“Now…thrust your hips…let me feel your penis….” She moaned.

Neville began to slowly thrust his hips, sliding back and forth. Each time he did, he let out a soft moan. As his thrusts became harder, the tip of his cock came close to Hermione’s head. Either he was going to come on her face or….

Hermione’ lips wrapped around his prick, making Andy suddenly jealous. Neville let out a high-pitched squeak. She sucked hard. Neville sped up his thrusts. In response, Hermione squeezed her breasts harder, scraping her nipples on the inside of his thighs. Andrew was amazed he hadn’t come after about a minute of this. Sure enough, Neville began to stutter.

“Her-her-her-hermione, I-I-I can’t s-st-stop…” he managed to get out

Hermione knew what he was saying, though, and took in his prick for as far as she could. Andrew had to squeeze his eyes tight to avoid coming himself Still, the yell Neville made as he came into her mouth made Andy open his eyes. Through the cloak, he saw Neville falling onto his back exhausted and Hermione wiping her mouth with her fingers….and sucking on them.

“I hope that was fun” Hermione turned her body to talk to him, giving Andrew an unparalleled view of her firm arse. This was the last straw. His hand darted into his pants and the buttons on his pajamas easily fell apart. Watching a real life girl was above anything in even his favorite Play Owl issues.

“That was wonderful. Why did you that?” Neville was still panting. Andrew was too busy slowly stroking his dick. Better take it slow, he considered, they might do more.

“It case it wasn’t obvious” she took on her usual exasperated tone, but with a playful smile, “I love you” Andy considered how easily he might get caught, so he decided to wait until they were distracted.

“I love you so much, Hermione” Neville sighed, “so I’m going to return the favor” Finally, Andrew thought, I can have a wank.

“What do you have in mind?” Hermione rubbed his chest as Neville rolled on top of her, the girl responding by rolling onto her back.

“Well, just this-“ he said innocently, but before he finished the boy’s head dove into her crotch.

Andy wished he could see what Neville was doing between her legs, but judging by the sounds Hermione made, it must have been fun. Andrew finally found the confidence to take out his prick, knowing Neville’s head was trapped between Hermione’s legs and that Hermione herself was too busy writhing to pay attention.

Neville never left his place. His head moved up and down, but he lay still. His hands, however, were wandering. They wandered to join his mouth in its assault, them around her thighs, then on her arse, then up her body to squeeze and caress her nipples.

Andrew never thought he’d be masturbating over Hermione Granger, but when she was moaning, squealing, writhing, and arching in ecstasy, it was irresistible. Her sounds managed to change from high-pitched keens to low, throaty moans in seconds. As the sounds became louder and faster, her movements became more frantic; and Andrew wanked harder and faster.

Fortunately for Andrew, he came on his pajamas at the same time Hermione did on Neville’s face. As he cleaned up, he saw Hermione come down from her orgasm, panting hard. Neville shyly looked up.

“I owed you that” Neville smiled at her.

“I love you” she smiled back at him.

They rested there for a short time but, fortunately for Andrew, they soon began to nuzzle and kiss again. But just as Neville began to caress Hermione’s nipples again, she brushed him off

“Sorry, Neville. I think I couldn’t take any more tonight. We do have class tomorrow” she explained sadly

“Then, um, how about tomorrow night?”

“Sure. In the next room down.”

“I won’t be able to concentrate in class” Neville grinned

“I’ll make it worth your while” Hermione teased as she began to dress herself.

Andrew managed to get his cloak straight and positioned himself by the door just in time. Neville and Hermione moved quickly to dress themselves and remove their spells before slipping out the door. He never considered either of them as able to move fast, but he struggled to keep up as they barreled down the hallways. At some points he felt as if he would trip on the cloak, but fortunately he never faltered. He even managed to sneak into the portrait hole before it was too late. Safe in the common room, he waited until Neville collapsed happily on his bed before he went to bed himself. He knew he couldn’t do this every day, in case Colin would wake up or he would get caught. Still, he thought as he managed to slip the cloak under Colin’s pillow, he had to see one more time before he or the couple ran out of luck.


The next day, he decided to simply observe them and try to eavesdrop on their conversations. Their trick was that no one would ever want to overhear their conversations, so Andrew found his task easy the next lunch time.

“So, I talked to McGonagall, and I talked her into us going down the corridors to find this suit of armor she wants in the great hall” Hermione was saying, part casual, part vague.

“Hm? Oh thanks. That shouldn’t be too much work” Neville played along

“It could still take us a long time” Hermione allowed herself a smirk.

Neville blushed.

Andrew licked his lips as he pretended to be reading a magazine, his mind falling back on what he had seen the previous night. He couldn’t wait.

That evening, he deliberately forgot a book of his in the dormitory, and had to run back. Fortunately, it looked like Colin had forgotten entirely about his cloak and Andy found it easily enough, tucking it into his robes. Next, he told Ron he had to see the astronomy teacher for a lesson. He know Ron never checked if he could be bothered, and liked to keep things to himself so that Hermione didn’t interfere.

That meant he could sneak around the corridors in peace that night. He paced around the hallway, eyes adjusting to the darkness as he kept an eye out for Neville and Hermione. Soon enough, there they were, hurrying down the hallway with wanton eagerness. They didn’t want to hide this time, they just wanted to fuck. They moved so quickly Andrew had to dive into the door seconds before it closed and his hand slipped out from under the cloak. Fortunately, the couple was too engrossed with each other to pay him any notice as they embraced tightly even as they cast charms around the room.

“I could do this every night of my life” Neville managed to gasp out in between hungered kisses.

“We will” she gasped,. “After we finish school.” Her tongue captured his. “And we won’t” Her eyes closed as he nuzzled her neck and sucked on her skin “If we get caught-oh!” She was cut off by his long lick at her ear, tongue probing.

“Then let’s do something we haven’t done before” He nuzzled her soft hair as she nipped at his throat.

“Do you have an idea?” Hermione raised an eyebrow as she paused from stroking his chest.

“…..No” Neville shrugged haplessly. Andrew stifled a snicker. Give him a horny bird and he’d just ask her to hold his toad while he tied his shoelaces.

“Honestly, Neville, if I didn’t love you…” Hermione shook her head, but she was smiling. Andy thought it was odd that they would talk about their feelings in private but never in public. Then he thought about the teasing he gave Neville and the answer came soon after. Still, if Longbotton had shagged her, why not tell him and the lads? He knew some students who lied about how many girls they’d had. Maybe that’s why Granger likes him, he pondered.

As he was thinking, Hermione was taking off her clothes. Neville sighed with longing as more and more of her flesh was exposed to him as her robes hit the floor. She noticed this and grinned, her hands still caught in her shirt.

“Should I do a striptease for you?” she teased, swaying back and forth as she slid the shirt off her arms and dropped in on the floor

“Next time, sure” His face turned red as he realized what he was asking. “Oh, Hermione, I didn’t-“

“You did and I’ll do it. And so will you” Hermione insisted seriously as she stepped out of her skirt, revealing white knickers underneath. Very, very nice; Andy licked his lips. Su had nicer legs, but Hermione’s arse was a lovely pert thing.

She had almost unhooked her bra when she stopped and placed her hands on her hips.

“Neville, are you going to take your clothes off or will I have to?” Somehow she carried authority despite being in her underthings. A bit of a turnoff for Andrew, but he knew Neville loved it judging by the little quiver the older boy let out as he pulled off his robes quickly.

“Should I do a striptease for you?” Neville echoed her taunt as he pulled down his pants.

“Next time, sure” Hermione giggled as her bra slipped off her shoulders. Ah, nice to see those tits again, Andy thought.

“I can’t believe I’m going to…..” he sighed, boxers sliding down.
“I can’t believe you’d want to do this with me” Hermione countered as she put her knickers on the pile of discarded clothes. If I had known how sexy you were, I would want to, Andy grinned to himself.

“Hermione, you’re smart, and caring, and strong, and talented and unbelievably sexy…” Neville began to list.

“Oh Neville” she sighed, twirling a strand of her hair. She looked pretty hot standing there, the dim magical light reflecting off her pale skin. Andrew couldn’t help loosening his pajamas, taking out his cock to stroke it in preparation of what was to come.

“What? It’s true” Neville came around her, hugging her from behind, one hand fingering her hair, the other one stroked her belly.

“Mmmmm” Hermione melted in his arms, rubbing herself against his, arse teasing his prick into a full erection. Andrew began stroking himself, knowing he’d be in for a treat.

Neville was moaning now from Hermione’s movements, and cupped her breasts as they both leaned backwards. Hermione went limp and they fell to the floor with a sharp intake of breath. Andrew could hear them giggle, and saw an opportunity to move towards them while they were distracted. With Neville’s hands still stroking her breasts, Hermione flipped onto her face with her lover on top.

“Just take me” she whispered, “Now. Please”. She wiggled her arse temptingly at him.

“Wait a minute” he said quietly as his hands tweaked her nipples and moved to her buttocks.

:”Honestly, you are so slow about every-AH!” Hermione let out cry as Neville began licking her butt.

“You liked it slow the first time” he argued, before sucking on the outward curve of her ass-cheek.

“I do, I do, I do” Hermione moaned as he began licking his way up her back until he was stretched out on top of her. Neville buried his head in her hair, his hips grinding on hers

“NOW” She ordered with a yell that made Andrew freeze in terror. Apparently it worked, since Neville began to slowly slide his member into her. They froze for a moment, then she moved backwards onto his prick

“Oh, Hermione” he moaned as he thrust again, deep. Time to wank, Andrew thought to himself as he stroked himself to the image of Hermione’s body writhing below Neville’s.

One, two, three, four; Neville entered Hermione rhythmically but silently. His heavy breathing contrasted with her moans and short cries as she moved back and forth along him. Andrew began pumping himself. She slowly changed her position. She sat on him, both leaning back as his hands worked frantically at her nipples and clitoris. Andrew’s arm worked just as frantically as he heard her whimper. She leaned forward again, clawing the warm stone floor as he placed one hand on the floor for support while the other took turns at her most sensitive areas. Andrew could feel his climax coming as he pumped harder. Finally, she leaned forwards, chest on the ground and her hips shoved upwards into a firm but gentle grip.

Andrew struggled to make himself keep pace with Neville and Hermione, but he knew he couldn’t last much longer. Fortunately, judging from the harder movements and louder breathing it seemed like they couldn’t go on much longer either.

“Her…mi….o…ne…I…can’t….” Neville managed to gasp as he pounded into her.

“Do it….do it…” she whimpered, trembling and barely able to keep herself from falling.

He screamed as Andrew let go himself. The two boys came, with Hermione collapsing with a shriek soon after Neville spent himself.

Andrew fell back to the wall, groping for his wand as Hermione and Neville lay on the floor, panting. All was still, the only noise being the panting of the three Gryffindors. Andrew was the first to stir, cleaning himself with a whisper. He hoped they wouldn’t hear him.

“Oh, I think they can hear you. They’re just not interested. People only see you if they’re interested” a voice came from right next to his left ear.

Andrew nearly jumped in the air as he spun around to be face-to-face with Luna Lovegood.

“Luna! But how can you-“ He stammered

“The cloak isn’t very good. Besides, I can hear you pretty well” she shrugged casually.

“Were you here the entire time?”

“Why not? Why didn’t you see them the first time?”

“What was that one?”

“Fourth door from the right, third corridor in the old wing. Neville went down on her and she was on top of him for ten minutes”

“And what were you doing there?”

“Andrew, they’re getting up again. Don’t you want to watch?” If Andrew didn’t know about Loopy Lovegood, he would have assumed she was pretending to ignore him. Instead, he turned to the couple, who were whispering sappy devotions of love to each other.

“Oh, Hermione, I’m going to miss these nights with you” Neville sighed, head pillowed on her hair as they lay on their backs.

“I love you Neville. Maybe we can wait towards the summer. In the meantime we have classes, and we have to keep an eye on Harry. Who knows what’s going on with him?” Hermione looked serious

“I don’t like to think about it” Neville frowned.

“You have to. We’re responsible for our friends. Harry needs us”

“He doesn’t think so. He really hasn’t talked to me at all lately. He seems to be more interested in following Malfoy around, but won’t tell me why”

“Which makes me more worried about him” Hermione sat up and put her arms around her knees, looking into the distance.

“We’ll have to talk to him in the morning, or get Ginny to talk to him”

“First, she has to stop for air” Hermione giggled.

“Want to keep ahead of her?” Neville teased as he began stroking her back.

Hermione sighed and stretched with a purr.

“Neville, you can’t expect me to-oh!” She was cut off as he kissed her passionately, his hands moving up her back to caress her shoulders.

She deepened the kiss, grabbing at his back while his hands moved to her breasts. Hermione sank her nails into his back with a moan as his fingers ghosted over, below, around her breasts, finally touching her nipples with his fingertips. Before he could do anything more, she grabbed one of his hands and pressed it to a breast.

“Don’t stop” She ordered.

“I wasn’t going to” Neville smiled back at her

With that, he lowered his head and kissed her other breast, his free hand steadying her from her back. She giggled, prompting him to kiss it again, from a different angle. He continued, kissing from the fleshy underside to the gentle slope of above to the nipple itself.

She let out this incredible moan that brought Andrew to full erection, and encouraged Neville to place his tongue where his lips had been, licking the same path around her breast. This time, her moan was higher pitched and longer

Hermione’s breasts must have been sensitive, as she seemed to be possessed by some insane spirit as his mouth worked hungrily on her. She thrashed her head from side to side when Neville’s tongue finally reached the nipple and swiped and circled around. Her nails scraped against his scalp as she clawed at his head to encourage him.

“Suck me!” She cried out, pressing Neville’s head into her cleavage. He obediently suckled each breast, playfully nipping them goodbye whenever he changed. Hermione began to spasm as he sucked harder, trying to drive her over the edge. Finally, she gave in with a scream of ecstasy. Neville ducked down to sample her cum, apparently actually liking it. Andrew didn’t understand why. Seamus said it didn’t taste that good, but the way Neville feasted on Hermione’s flesh suggested that she was special. Maybe Neville was trying to tell her that in every way possible.

Hermione fell limply on her back, pulling Neville down with her. Again, they lay there exhausted. As Andy cleaned himself, trying not to notice Luna, he heard them talk as they relaxed.

“Even if we can’t do this every day, can I still be your boyfriend?” Neville asked Hermione quietly.

“Sure. As long as you do your homework” She replied firmly. He just simply laid his head on her chest.

The next day, Andy tried not to talk or act or think about the last night. He saw Hermione and Neville sitting together, Ron and Harry giving each other looks, and Lavender and Ginny grinning as if they had been there with Andrew. Turns out everyone soon knew about Hermione being with Neville, but no one knew or suspected what had happened.

Seamus was scratching his head “Neville has a girl; last thing I expected. Good on him, I guess”

Dean rose his glass with a smile, “I told you he was all right”

Jack crossed his arms, “I still think he’s covering up”

“Oh, something tells me he isn’t” Andrew said enigmatically, his gaze wandering over the Ravenclaw table. Cho and Padma were talking to each other, pointing and grinning, while Luna was doing a crossword puzzle on her empty plate. She noticed Andrew looking at her and gave another one of her little smiles.