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Entry tags: | 2008 fic |
Neville Longbottom in the Forbidden Forest with a Mandrake
Title: Giving Love a Little Nudge
Author: gurliemoviegeek
Character: Neville Longbottom
Location: Forbidden Forest
Object: Mandrake
Other Characters: No one specific, but Neville fantasizes about a male lover.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slashy implications.
Word Count: 1,188
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything to do with Harry Potter or its characters.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my lovely beta, you know who you are!
Everyone knew Neville Longbottom was a good man. No one would question that he was loyal and kind, compassionate and brave. Ever since the fall of the Dark Lord, he had commanded a considerable amount of respect, but he still had been unable to shed himself of the insecurity he’d been burdened with since his youth.
And that is why Neville was now stealing away from Hogwarts castle in the dead of night to creep towards the Forbidden Forest. He pulled his cloak tight around his body as he moved like a shadow through the darkness, the damp grass soaking the hem of his trousers. Neville was setting out in search of a mandrake root. It was the final ingredient for the charm that would bring him his love.
Yes, Neville thought to himself, I will have him.
As much as he hated the fact that he was about to create a charm that would bend someone to his will, as much as he hated himself for what he was about to do, Neville was helpless to stop. He couldn’t fight the desire that had consumed him, the raw hunger to possess and be possessed. The thrill of wanting someone’s body, someone’s heart, was overpowering.
Neville had never been in love before and it was shocking how it moved through him like fire. He burned with the need to touch the body that haunted his dreams, to gaze passionately into the crystalline eyes that saw into the secret places of his mind and heart.
It’s not my fault, he thought. It would be easier to stand up against Voldemort again than to deny this feeling.
Resolved, he quickened his pace and dissolved into the inky and forbidding blackness of the Forbidden Forest, intent upon finding the mandrake root that was needed for his charm.
He pulled out his wand and whispered, “Lumos.” The light helped him on his way as he scanned the ground, in search of the reddish-orange berries that grow atop the mandrake root itself. The sounds of the forest crowded around Neville, setting his nerves on edge, but remembering what the reward would be for his efforts, visualizing the firm, masculine body that would be in his arms, he carried on.
This really isn’t so bad, Neville told himself. Just giving love a little nudge, really.
And then suddenly, the berries for which he had been searching were at his feet. He spelled the root from the ground as he whispered, “Wingardium Leviosa.” Knowing that every part of the mandrake was poisonous, Neville inspected the root with his eyes, but was careful not to touch the plant.
The root would suit his purpose perfectly. It was flesh-coloured and deliciously phallic, sure to bring about the feelings he needed to make the charm work. Neville felt his cheeks grow hot and his cock begin to swell as he stared at the object that would serve to bring him his love.
Perfect, Neville thought as he took his wand in his left hand and brought his right to the flies of his trousers.
In order for his charm to work, Neville would have to attempt sex magic. The foreign idea both thrilled and unnerved him. For a successful love charm, his semen must be spilt upon the root while all of his magic is directed towards his intended love. It was dangerous and bordering on dark magic, but the prize was more than worth the effort.
He pictured his love then. In his mind, he conjured the image of the man who had stolen his heart. Neville envisioned the sleek, muscular frame and delectable skin, the lips he longed to taste and the hands the he longed to hold. And then Neville could see that strong and nimble hand moving down his own body to grip his aching cock.
“Gods,” he whispered into the night.
He took his erection in his hand and began to caress himself with long, gentle strokes. The sensation was like lightning through his body, curling his toes and making his head fall back.
The feeling of bringing himself pleasure was alien, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Neville felt a moment of bitter shame. His hand stilled while he questioned his actions, his motives.
Neville searched himself, his soul, and deemed his heart to be true.
His hand began its teasing movements again, fingers fluttering like butterfly wings against his most sensitive flesh. Nerves afire, he squeezed the base of his cock and cried his pleasure into the cool night air as rational thought flew from his head. Instead, his mind was besieged by images the likes of which he would never have allowed himself to indulge in had love not gripped him in its overpowering talons.
Flashes of flushed, erect cocks straining against white cotton pants. Swollen lips wrapped around the crown of his own, weeping prick. Firm, alabaster buttocks lifted in wanton invitation. Sizzling kisses on the small of his back. Stong, muscular thighs parting for him and his fingers plunging into a dusky, pink hole. The face of the man he loved lost in ecstasy.
His hips suddenly jerked toward the tight, warm circle of his fingers, and precome slid from the slit of his cock, easing the way. It was a wonder to Neville how his body was seeking out its own pleasure. No need to think, only to feel. It was bliss, and Neville surrendered to his body’s demands as he began to fuck his fist in earnest.
This is brilliant, he thought as he increased the tempo of his strokes. So good.
He could feel the pressure building deep in the core of his being. As he pumped himself harder and faster, he could feel the wave of pleasure threatening to crash down upon him. Neville clung to the thought of his beloved, imagined the both of them, naked and free – in love.
That did it.
His thumb brushed the tingling head of his swollen cock in just the right way and his climax seized him with an iron grip. Neville’s eyes clamped themselves shut and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. Neville’s magic gathered itself into a tingling ball of energy deep in the core of his being. He could feel it pervading him as his hips bucked wildly and his cock spasmed in his hand. The name of his beloved escaped his throat in a growl as his release was spattered on the mandrake root still hanging magically in the air. A heavy stream of magical energy shot from the tip of his wand straight up into the night sky.
“Yes,” Neville hissed as slumped forward, his forgotten wand falling to the ground. The mandrake root soon followed the wand and hit the spongy floor of the forest with a dull thud. Neville took a deep, but shaky breath and raised his eyes to the sliver of moon hanging low in the sky. “I’ve done it,” he whispered, secure in the knowledge that after sleeping with the root under his pillow tonight, the man of his dreams would finally be his.