Daily Deviant
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Fic and Art: Another Reason to Love the DA (Neville/Lavender) 
3rd December 2007 16:23
Title: Another Reason to love the DA
Author and Artist: [info]its_art and [info]faire_weather
Characters: Neville/Lavender
Rating: NC-17. Art is NWS.
Warnings: Semi-public sex, oral sex. Art features a girl in bra.
Themes/kinks chosen: Kinky Kollaboration!
Word Count: 2500
Summary: Neville notices Lavender watching him during a DA meeting. What happens next is beyond his wildest dreams.
Author's notes: This story is set during Order of the Phoenix, sometime between the Azkaban breakout and Marietta's betrayal.

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Lavender Brown was watching him.

Neville had been so engrossed in Harry's lesson on Shield Charms, he hadn't noticed. But when they paired off to practice, he felt her gaze on him. As Luna prepared to attack him, Neville glanced over his shoulder, frowning as he locked eyes with Lavender. Her cheeks turned red and she looked away quickly, giggling.

"Stupefy!" Luna cried, waving her wand.

Neville quickly turned back, bringing his own wand up. "Protego!"

The protective glow of his charm faded quickly and the stunner knocked Neville off his feet. He laid on the ground, embarrassment suffusing his cheeks with colour.

Harry strolled over and helped Neville up. "Good job, Neville. You're not quite getting staying power, but you're getting there."

"It might work better if you concentrate," Luna said dreamily. "Harry, you might want to suggest that to Lavender too."

Neville glanced over his shoulder again. Lavender had turned quickly again, causing her long, brown hair to whip around her shoulders.

Cheeks growing hot, Neville turned back to face Luna. "Um, I'm okay." He brushed his fringe away from his forehead. "Just... Uh... Let's do it again."

"That was great, Hermione!" Harry said. He let go of Neville. "Just keep trying, Neville."

Before Luna could cast her spell, Lavender was thrown across the room, skidding to a halt beside Neville. Her pale cheeks had a pinkish hue.

"Laaaaav!" Parvati cried. "You can't cast the charm if you're not paying attention!"

Lavender blushed even deeper as Neville looked down at her. She pushed her rumpled hair out of her face. "I guess I need some more practice."

Neville reached down to help Lavender to her feet. "I feel like that a lot."

Lavender pulled herself up with Neville's assistance. She giggled nervously. "Well... You're doing really well today."

Neville's cheek grew hotter still. He then looked over to Luna. "Well, I should..."

Lavender nodded. "Yeah, and I should..."

Lavender hurried to rejoin Parvati. Neville watched her go, sighing deeply.

"Would you like to try again?" Luna asked, smiling sweetly.

Turning back, Neville smiled shyly. "Yeah. Let's do it."

****

"You did great today," Harry said to Neville as he collected his books. "I can't believe how fast you got the charm."

"I don't think anyone can believe it," Neville said, looking down. "Usually I'm the last one to get things, not the second."

"Don't be so hard on yourself," Harry chastised him. "You've been doing really well." He slung his bookbag over his shoulder. "You coming back to the Common Room?"

Neville hesitated. "I'll be there in a bit. I want to keep practicing for a while."

Harry hesitated. "Are you sure? We're supposed to be in Gryffindor Tower. Umbridge will kill you if you're caught."

"I'll be careful," Neville assured him. "It's better if we all don't sneak back together anyway."

"All right." Harry nodded. "Just be really careful coming back. I don't want you to get caught because of me."

"If I get caught, it'll be because of me, Harry," Neville pointed out. "I'll be back soon."

Harry left with Hermione and Ron, leaving the Room of Requirement empty. Neville walked to the wall, where the Roster of the DA was posted. Beside it was a photo of the Order of the Phoenix. Neville reached up, running his fingertips over the image of his parents.

"They'd be really proud of you."

Neville's eyes widened. He wasn't alone. He turned slowly, the colour draining from his face. "Wh-what are you st-still d-doing here?" Neville stammered.

"I thought if you were going to practice, you would need someone to practice with," Lavender's voice was low, almost like a purr. "Do you want me to practice with you?"

Neville's mouth was suddenly dry. He licked his lips. "Practice... With me?"

Lavender's smile was coy, seductive. "But you don't really need my help. You've been doing really well on you own. I've seen it."

"You've seen it?" Neville repeated. "You mean today?"

Lavender giggled softly. "Well... Actually... I've been watching you for a while. The last couple of meetings."

"You have?" Neville forgot how to breathe.

Lavender nodded, curling a lock of hair around her index finger. "You didn't notice before today."

"Why would you watch me?" Neville asked, incredulous.

Lavender shrugged. "I dunno. Just seemed like the thing to do." She approached him, closing the gap between them. "You've been getting really strong lately. Really good. Ever since..." She cut herself off, looking down.

"Ever since she escaped Azkaban," Neville finished, an uncharacteristic edge to his voice. "That's what you were going to say, isn't it?"

"Kind of," Lavender's voice was only a whisper. "But I didn't want to depress you."

"It doesn't," Neville shook his head. "It just reminds me of why I'm fighting."

"You want to kill her," Lavender whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Neville smiled wryly. "Not really what you expect from me, is it?" He nodded slowly. "Yeah. I do. I want to make her pay for what she did. Make sure no one ever ends up like my parents ever again."

Lavender licked her lips slowly. "Do you fancy me, Neville?"

Neville blinked. He blinked again. That had not been what he expected. Not at all. He stared at Lavender, unable to form words to respond.

Lavender cocked her head, smiling sweetly. "Well... Do you?"

The truth was, Neville hadn't. He had never been able to work up the nerve to even admire Lavender from afar. She was beautiful and sweet and... Just so unattainable. If he had ever fancied the notion, even for a moment, he knew he would be lost forever in her big brown eyes.

To hell with it. It was too late now. "Yes," Neville croaked.

Then, her lips were on his. It was not his first kiss-- That had been Ginny after the Yule Ball. But it was nothing compared to this. That was sweet and chaste, almost pitying. Lavender's hot mouth seemed to be welded to his, her lips soft and moist. He could taste her strawberry lip-gloss. Her tongue teased him, urged him to part his mouth.

Neville did, for only a moment. As their tongues met, his brain finally snapped. He pulled away from Lavender, his breath coming in ragged gasped. "Wh-what was that?"

"It was a kiss," Lavender replied. She worried her lower lip, which was glistening from their heated encounter. "Didn't you like it?"

"No!" Neville cried. He blotted his forehead. He hadn't noticed how sweaty he was before. "Wait... I didn't mean that. I meant yes, I did... But... Why are you kissing me?"

Lavender was twirling a lock of hair around her finger again. "Well... If you haven't noticed, I fancy you."

Neville hadn't noticed until Lavender was kissing him. Such a notion was utterly ridiculous! Lavender Brown was one of the most popular and pretty girls at Hogwarts! "When? Why? How?"

"Well, you've always been so nice," Lavender replied, still biting her lip. "And I liked talking to you. I've always thought we were friends."

All girls wanted to be his friend, Neville thought grimly. But Lavender was certainly acting more than friendly. "And..." He urged her.

"Well, since the DA started, I've been... Well, noticing you. In a more than friendly way. You're strong and brave." Lavender was blushing once again.

"Harry's strong and brave," Neville pointed out. His heart was pounding, frightened Lavender was just having him on.

"But..." Lavender placed a hand on Neville's chest. "He's not you." Her eyes were wide. Neville could get lost in them. "Can I kiss you again?"

Neville didn't respond, at least not verbally. His hands shook as he cupped Lavender's face, drawing her to him. He pressed his lips to her, hesitant at first, but growing in fervor rapidly.

"Neville..." Lavender moaned, her voice muffled by their kisses.

"You're beautiful," Neville murmured. He pulled back. "I mean really, really beautiful. Like Veela-Beautiful."

He felt his breath catch in his throat as he felt Lavender's slender fingers on the buttons of his shirt. "What are you doing?" He breathed.

"I want you, Neville," Lavender purred, opening his shirt. "Do you want me?"

Neville tried to find his voice, but it was fruitless. His face was hot and his trousers were tight. "Are-aren't we m-moving kinda f-f-fast?"

Lavender nibbled on his lower lip. "Well... If what Harry says about You-Know-Who is true..." She trailed her kisses down his neck. "We should live life to the fullest. Carpe diem."

Neville couldn't argue with that. Not that he really wanted to argue. This was every fantasy and dream he had ever had times a thousand.

He kissed Lavender firmly. They fell to the ground, Lavender on top of him. She straddled his lap, running her hand down to his fly.

Neville closed his head, throwing his head back and moaning. He still didn't understand what had happened. Maybe Lavender had lost her mind. Maybe he had lost his mind. Maybe Luna had knocked him out and he was dreaming. He didn't care any longer. He was just going to go with it.

"C-c-can I see you?" Neville asked.

Giggling, Lavender grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head.

Neville smiled as he reached up, running a finger over the lace trim of her lavender bra. "Wow."



Lavender giggled again, the blush in her cheeks increasing. "So I'm okay?"

"More than," Neville breathed. "Wow."

"Gets better." Lavender reached up, unhooking her bra and slipping it off. She discarded it and licked her lips.

"Definitely better," Neville sighed. He sat up and kissed across Lavender's collarbone. "This is incredible."

Lavender purred pleasantly. "Mmm... It really is." She arched her back. "That feels great."

Maybe it was the buzz from his success in the DA lesson, maybe it was her intoxicating scent, but Neville was braver than he had ever been. He needed to continue on. He licked and sucked her soft skin. He continued until he reached her turgid nipple, taking it into his mouth.

Lavender squealed, sliding her fingers into Neville's hair. "Oh Merlin..."

Spurred on by her response, Neville continued with his ministrations, switching to the other breast.

Lavender squirmed against Neville, against his... He was going to lose his mind. The feelings suffusing his body were overwhelming his senses.

His courage piqued, Neville slid his hands up Lavender's thighs, rucking her skirt around her waist. He ran a hand over her panties, which were a perfect match to her bra, lacy and lavender in colour. "I like your underpants," Neville murmured softly. "It's very... You."

Lavender giggled. "Makes it easier for the House Elves to tell what's mine."

There was logic in Lavender's explanation, but at the moment, Neville didn't care. He just wanted her, naked and continuing to writhe. He never thought he would have the opportunity to express such carnal thoughts, but now....

Neville hooked his fingers in Lavender's knickers and slid them down her slender legs. As she was exposed, Neville's eyes widened, shocked by his own boldness. "I can't believe I did that," he whispered.

"I'm glad you did," Lavender purred. She slipped her hand down to Neville's fly. He felt his breath constrict as her fingers skimmed over the growing bulge in his trousers.

"Lav--" Neville started to protest, but he was silenced with a firm kiss. The kisses went lower and lower until....

"MERLIN!" Neville cried as Lavender's hot, wet mouth surrounded him. Neville closed his eyes tightly and grabbed at Lavender's hair. Her lips, tongue... They were absolutely sinful. His hips rose, wanting more of that delicious sensation. She licked up his length, then swirled around the head. Neville made wordless noises of pleasure.

He dimly heard Lavender giggle. The sensations ceased and Neville opened his eyes.

"Should I keep going?" Lavender asked sweetly.

Neville shook his head. "Probably not a good idea." He blushed deeply. "Not if you want to have some fun."

"I definitely do," Lavender murmured. She moved sleekly, almost cat-like, straddling his waist. She braced herself, placing her hands on his chest. "Are you ready?"

"Not really," Neville gasped. "But do it anyway."

Slowly, almost too slowly, Lavender descended down, burying Neville inside herself. She whined softly and buried her face in his neck as he was sheathed fully.

"Are you all right?" Neville asked softly, running his hand down her back, soothing her.

Lavender nodded slowly. "I'm fine." Her hands tightened into fists. "I'm just... Getting used to it."

Neville kissed Lavender's shoulder. "Take your time."

She remained still for a long moment. It was achingly slow. Neville thought he would go completely spare with the moist heat enveloping him. It was more than he could have ever imagined, he wanted more still. He wanted friction. He bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

"Are you all right?" Lavender asked quietly.

Neville squirmed beneath her, his hand moving over her thighs restlessly. "I'm just..." He took in a deep breath. "I'll be okay. I just need..."

And then she was moving. She slid smoothly up and down, gyrating her hips. She gasped softly, fingernails scratching slightly at him.

Neville's hands slipped up her body, cradling her breasts. Lavender cooed softly, arching her back to meet his touch. "Oh Nev.... Nev...." Lavender moaned out.

The feel of her around her, the scent of her, everything... It was almost more than Neville could bear. He rolled them over, covering Lavender with himself, taking control. He thrust into her firmly.

"Merlin!" Lavender gasped, clutching his shoulders. "Please! Nev!" Her teeth lodged in his shoulder as he continued to surge into her, deeper and deeper. The pain was somehow pleasant, urging him onward. He was close, he knew it. But he wanted Lavender to reach her pinnacle as well.

His hands continued to flit around her body, desperate to fulfill her. "Come on... Come on..."

And then he felt her, clutching desperately around him, crying out as her body was wracked with pleasure. The feelings of her climax set him off. Neville howled and thrust one final time, emptying into her.

They went still, breathing in, relaxing against each other. Lavender wrapped her arms around Neville's neck, nuzzling his chest. "Oh wow..."

"I dunno what to say." Neville stroked her hair gently.

"You don't have to say anything," Lavender replied, kissing him softly. "This is good just the way it is."

"I didn't expect this to happen today," Neville sighed, holding Lavender close. "I just never, ever dreamed..."

Lavender kissed him gently. "Then aren't you a lucky boy?"

Neville glanced at his watch, frowning deeply. He wanted to remain in the Room of Requirement with Lavender, just engrossed in love and lust. But they were incredibly late for curfew. "Um, Lav...."

Lavender nodded, sitting up. "I know." She began to gather her clothes. "We have to go."

"I want to..." Neville started, pulling his shirt back on. "I mean, I don't want you to think...."

"Hey, hey." Lavender kissed him once again. "No worries. We'll have more time." She giggled. "More DA Meetings."

Neville grinned broadly. Now he had another reason to love Dumbledore's Army.
Comments 
4th December 2007 18:59
Aww...that was sweet and lovely. Neville's nervousness was balanced perfectly with the growing strength of character we see as the war goes on.

And the artwork captured the dreamy, almost nebulous quality of the writing perfectly.

Well done, both of you! :-)
5th December 2007 08:19
Fantastic characterizations in this fic. Even the little cameos of the other characters -- Luna! -- feel right. Neville is great here -- still insecure, but really beginning to come into his own. It's a great build-up to what we know is to come in DH. And OMG, awkward, nervous first-time sex FTW!

The art is gorgeous; I can't stop staring at it. The soft, haziness to it perfectly captures the sense of innocence about the fic. Love for Lav's lips and hair and bra, and her mischievous expression.

Great start to Kinky Kristmas, you two!
5th December 2007 08:23
Whee! Nevender-love! I loved the story -- you really had the two of them interact so beautifully and I especially loved how Neville's courage grows as he goes along. You alredy know how much I adore your Lavender!

The artwork is gorgeous. I esp. love Lavender's little knowing smirk as Neville touches her. Lucky girl!
8th December 2007 19:40
Ooh, I finally had a chance to read this and it was hot and so sweet. I LOVE your Neville, your Luna (of course!), and your Lavender, whose rationale makes a lot of sense to me here.
What a lovely vignette!
And the art is gorgeous. :)
9th December 2007 14:31
Wow and Rawr! Beautiful fic and art, Neville and Lavender are both very believable as live for the moment teenagers!
Great kollab! ;D
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