Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: its_art
From: lunalovepotter

Title: All I Want for Christmas
Characters/Pairings: Neville/Lavender
Rating: Hard R
Kinks/Themes Included: fluffy smut, light bondage, Professor Neville, established relationship, scarves and earmuffs
Other Warnings/Content: None
Word Count: 3,991
Summary/Description: Professor Longbottom has to stay at Hogwarts over Christmas to supervise students; his girlfriend Lavender Brown takes it upon herself to make sure he doesn't spend the holidays alone.
Author's Notes: Thank you to the very gracious Mods for allowing me the extra time to tweak this holiday treat to get it just right. Happy Kinky Kristmas!



Whenever Herbology Professor Neville Longbottom Floo'd his girlfriend in the middle of the day, it wasn't to be romantic or spontaneous; after dating him for just over a year, Cupcake Queen Lavender Brown, creator of the highly successful Simmering Sugar cupcake chain, had learned not to expect those kinds of gestures from her boyfriend. Neville was not the demonstrative sort, nor was he one for thinking on his feet. He was a sweet man, bless him, and he treated her like, well, a queen - and he really was making improvements in bed - but he was very by-the-book and tended to worry too much about trivial things.

So when the Floo in her cosy third-floor flat burst to life in late afternoon on that snowy Thursday before Christmas Eve as she was taking a batch of ten cupcakes out of the oven, Lavender sighed and pursed her lips. She knelt on the throw rug near the fire, temporarily displacing her snoozing calico cat, Jingles, who slunk away with the merrily tinkling bell on his collar belying his displeasure. Tucking a tendril of curly dark blond hair around her ear, she leaned forward on her knees, with her cupcake earrings swinging merrily. She put an earnest smile on her lips as Neville's apologetic face appeared, hovering in the green-tinted flames.

"Hello, love!" she chimed, willing herself not to be too upset by whatever sure-to-be disappointing news he was about to deliver. The fact that he was expected on her doorstep at six o'clock that evening (after seeing the last of the students onto the Hogwarts Express for the holiday break) led her to believe that their planned interlude was about to be postponed. She tried to disguise her apprehension as she thought of the special Butterbeer cupcakes now cooling on the countertop, waiting to be slathered with Neville's favourite sweet vanilla icing, caramel drizzle, and chocolate sprinkles.

"'Ello," Neville responded. His eyes shifted slightly, and Lavender straightened her back. This meant he was afraid she'd be mad about something. "Erm, I'm afraid I have some…well, some not-so-good news, Lav."

"I kind of figured that," Lavender replied. "Don't tell me, you're stuck at Hogwarts tonight. It's all right, love, we'll make up for it tomorrow." She was intent on being as agreeable as possible.

"No, I mean, well, yes I do need to stay at Hogwarts…" Neville trailed off, his dark eyes shifting again. He glanced just over her left shoulder. "Are those Butterbeer cupcakes?"

"Of course, they're your favourite, aren't they?" Lavender smiled. "I did create them especially for you, after all. They're cooling for a bit and then I'll be frosting them with gobs of--"

"I have to stay over the entire holiday break," Neville blurted out, speaking so quickly that she almost didn't understand him.

"The whole holiday? What on earth for? Neville, we had plans. Special plans. Well, at least I did…" Lavender pouted, her cheeks flushing red as she thought of yesterday's spontaneous trip to the adult toy store for some 'technical advice' about how to spice things up in the bedroom. She'd considered consulting best friend Parvati, who was wise in the ways of sexual experimentation, but this way seemed like a safer bet; if it didn't go well, Parvati would never let her live it down. She was still sceptical about Lavender dating Neville in the first place. This way there was no personal involvement.

Lavender had always wanted to try bondage - and those silk ribbons the clerk suggested looked so pretty, she couldn't resist. She wouldn't go with anything too kinky, of course, or it would likely scare Neville off, but she hoped to prod him to think a bit more outside the box. Plus he needed to learn not to be so self-conscious about his body. He'd filled out quite nicely over the years, what with all that working in the garden, and the nightly strolls around the lake; he had no reason to be such a wallflower.

"Well, as you know one male and one female professor are asked to volunteer to stay behind for those students who choose not to or can't -- "

"--go home for the holidays," Lavender finished, trying not to sound too impatient. "Yes, I know. You did it last year. But I thought you said Professor Armitage was doing it this year?"

"He was supposed to, but his grandmum is ill and I --"

"You volunteered to stand in for him." Lavender highly doubted that the very charming, smooth-talking blond-haired Professor Ewan Armitage, the Astronomy teacher that was extremely popular with the female population of Hogwarts, had a grandmum that had fallen ill. What she did believe was that Armitage had seen an easy mark in the good-hearted Herbology teacher and had decided to play upon Neville's generous nature. He probably had some daft bimbo waiting for him in London. "Oh Neville, you're so sweet, but don't you see, he's only playing you -- "

Suddenly a naughty idea entered her mind, and she changed course. "Hang on, is there any rule that says you can't have visitors while you're at Hogwarts?" She leaned closer to the fire, her rather large breasts straining against the confines of the sweater and festive candy-cane themed apron. Her heart was thumping in her chest, and she felt a familiar throb between her legs at the thought of being tied up at Hogwarts - and by a Professor, no less.

"Not that I'm aware of, no; I mean, as long as it doesn't take me away from my duties. I'd have to notify Headmistress McGonagall, of course." Poor Neville was still completely oblivious to her intentions.

"Brilliant! I need to pay a visit to the bake shop in Hogsmeade anyway to hand out the holiday bonuses. That shouldn't take more than an hour in the morning. Then I could pop over to Hogwarts and, well, you know, spend some quality time with you…in your chambers." Or perhaps in the greenhouses, she thought to herself. She'd always wondered what it would be like to have sex in a classroom; she had certainly snogged Ron Weasley all over the castle when they'd dated in Sixth Year, and he'd felt her up a few times but they'd never come close to…she jolted herself back to the present, and focused her attention on the hovering face of her boyfriend, who seemed to finally be coming around to the idea of her unexpected visit.

"Would you bring cupcakes?" he asked, with a boyish smirk. She could tell he was blushing.

"Of course! All the cupcakes you want, Nev. Amongst other things," Lavender purred.

"What other things?"

"Just shall we say, a Christmas gift. For the both of us." She winked.

"I'll talk to the Headmistress straight away," Neville said quickly. "I'll be back soon with the details. Love you!" He blew her an awkward kiss and then he was gone. With a soft giggle, Lavender hurried away to start frosting cupcakes, humming Celestina Warbeck under her breath.

* * *

Lavender bustled into the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade at a bit past ten o'clock on the morning of Christmas Eve, eyes brimming with excitement. While it was bitterly cold outside with snow falling steadily and the wind howling, the interior of the pub was warm and welcoming. Boughs of holly were draped across the bar and mantelpiece, and a rather impressive Christmas tree festooned with colourful ornaments and lights sparkled in the corner. The air smelled of burning firewood, pine, and Butterbeer. A fire blazed, and the room seemed to hum with the pleasant chatter of the many other patrons seeking refuge from the cold. Madame Rosmerta, still as buxom and flirtatious as ever, manned the bar in a festive, low-cut red and green dress with a bustling skirt. She paused to wink and wave at Lavender as the door shut behind her.

Lavender smiled back, then paused in the doorway, stomping her boots on the welcome mat to bring some warmth back into her toes. She scoured the bustling room looking for Neville, her arms filled with packages. One colourfully wrapped box concealed a custom-made scarf and earmuff set in Gryffindor red and gold that she'd purchased for Neville, since he was always losing his; in her other hand was the trademark purple Simmering Sugar bakery box filled with 10 Butterbeer cupcakes, and of course there was her overnight bag, which was slung over her right shoulder. Intermingling with her usual night clothes and toiletries was a discreet black velvet drawstring sack containing the ribbons. It seemed a bit silly to put them in their own separate sack, but at the same time they weren't just any ribbons. The velvet sack lent an air of sophistication to the whole thing.

Lavender would much rather have gone straight to Hogwarts than take this detour, but Neville was chaperoning a special holiday Hogsmeade visit for the few remaining students, and the Three Broomsticks was one of his favourite places; plus he'd sounded so excited to meet "his best girl" there for a Butterbeer that she could hardly turn it down. Finally a waving flash of colour caught her eye, and she saw Neville gesturing to her from a corner table very near the tree. She smiled, heart thumping, and made her way through the crowd, expertly weaving around the tables - three of which were occupied by Hogwarts students in groups of two or three - as well as the occasional extended leg or wayward coat that had fallen off the back of a chair. Finally she arrived in the welcoming arms of her boyfriend. Oh yes, this was a brilliant idea, she thought, instinctively arching her body into his. Even through his jumper and corduroys she felt that distinct swell of approval in Neville's crotch region. If her hands weren't full of packages she would have given him a squeeze right there.

Neville's lips were soft and warm as he kissed her. He immediately relieved her of the packages, putting them down on the floor behind their table. While Lavender relieved herself of her coat, hat and gloves, Neville gestured toward the bar for two Butterbeers.

"How long have you been waiting?" she asked, as she fixed her coat on the back of the chair and stowed her hat and gloves in her overnight bag. A glimpse of the drawstring sack tucked inside made her face flush, even in the warm room. She felt a prickly sense of anticipation. She didn't know how long she'd be able to wait before surprising him.

Neville shrugged. "Not long, maybe a half hour."

Lavender sighed, reaching across the table to grab his hands in hers. "Oh Nev, honestly, you didn't have to wait for me to get your Butterbeer. But I'm glad you did," she added, and squeezed his hands. "I've missed you."

"Me too." Neville smiled. Then Madame Rosmerta appeared with two full mugs of Butterbeer, and they withdrew their hands as she set the drinks down with a little flourish and a wink. As she leaned over the table, Lavender noted the strong scent of jasmine and the slightest bit of honey - not to mention Rosmerta's very ample bosom, lifted dangerously high by the corset of her dress. Lavender silently marvelled at how youthful and, well, fanciable the bar mistress looked at her age; she had to be in her late fifties, at least. No wonder all the schoolboys had a crush on her. Lavender hoped she looked half as good at that age.

"Enjoy, kids!" Madame Rosmerta flashed a winning smile, and then retreated back toward the bar, flouncing her skirt.

"Kids." Neville shook his head and chuckled as he raised the frothy mug to his lips. Lavender noted how well his jumper emphasised his broad shoulders, and she imagined running her hands up underneath it to touch his warm skin. Her body gave an involuntary shudder, and she took a long drink of Butterbeer to distract herself. Meanwhile, Neville's dark eyes locked on hers, and with the stray lock of hair falling just over his forehead he looked almost mischievous. A throb of longing pulsed through her.

Finally she couldn't help herself. Impulsively she worked her left foot out of her boot and stretched her leg under the table, feeling with her stockinged foot until she found the edge of his chair. Fortunately, boys being boys, he was sitting with his legs slightly apart, his feet anchored firmly on the floor. She slipped a little further down in her seat to extend her reach, and finally found what she was looking for - that telltale bulge in his corduroys. She gave it a fond little nudge with her toes, and smiled when Neville squirmed and blushed heatedly. His cock responded instantly to her touch, hardening to almost a rock.

"What are you doing, Lav?" he squeaked, clutching his mug and scooting his chair back a bit so her foot dropped to the floor. He looked a bit flustered. "We're in the middle of the pub, and there are students around. And I'm a professor…"

"I know," Lavender cooed, leaning over the table. "I told you, I've missed you, Nev. I want you."

The right corner of Neville's mouth turned up, his eyes sparkling even as he glanced around to make sure they hadn't been noticed. He seemed to be fighting the urge to give in, although his sense of propriety was, for the moment, winning out. "I promise, later," he said. "Once the students are -- "

"No," Lavender pouted, pushing her lower lip out slightly. "It's been ages, and I can't wait any more. No one will see…" When he hesitated, she smiled knowing she'd won. "Excellent. I've brought you a special treat."

Neville's mouth relaxed into a smile. "Yeah the cupcakes, I can smell them from here. I can't wait to--"

"No, not the silly cupcakes. Something better." Lavender winked, and bent to retrieve the drawstring sack from her overnight bag. Neville's eyes widened, his curiosity getting the better of him. While he was momentarily distracted by the bag, she performed a quick Anti-Theft charm on her other belongings and then gestured toward the rear hallway. "Come with me, love."

Neville glanced around quickly again, and once certain that they hadn't drawn any attention, he allowed himself to be pulled through the back of the main room, around the tree, past the roaring fire and under the staircase toward the rear hallway where the restrooms and the storeroom were located. The pub patrons were so preoccupied with their own conversations and the sweet holiday drinks that they didn't notice the hurriedly moving couple - although Lavender thought she caught a knowing look out of the corner of Rosmerta's eye, but she couldn't be sure.

Lavender led him past the restrooms toward the rearmost door, marked "Employees Only." Of course with Rosmerta being who she was, the room wasn't locked, and Lavender pulled the still slightly hesitant Neville in behind her and shut the door. He tripped on a loose board and nearly stumbled on his own feet. While he collected himself, she performed a Locking Charm to prevent anyone from getting in - although she not-quite-on-purpose neglected to perform the Imperturbable Charm, so those heading to the loo would almost certainly figure out what was going on. She would have held off altogether on the Locking Charm, since the idea of possibly getting caught turned her on more than she could say, but she didn't want to scare off Neville completely. This would provide just the right amount of excitement with the undercurrent of assurance - for Neville - that they wouldn't be seen.

She then pulled open the bag and withdrew the ribbons. "Are those for --?" Neville started, and seemed to answer his own question judging by the rush of heat that flooded into his face. He looked like a stewed tomato. Not to mention a noticeable protrusion tented his corduroys.

"Yes. You're going to tie me up," Lavender said, unable to contain the tremor of excitement in her voice.

"Why are they in their own bag?"

"Because they're special, of course."

Neville cleared his throat. "So then what?"

"Whatever you want, Nev." She winked. For a moment Neville almost looked like he was going to pass out. He put his right hand up against the wall and took a deep breath, while his left hand moved not-so-subtly toward the bulge in his pants.

"But I'm technically supposed to be watching the students…"

"The students will be fine for a little while. It's too cold to go outside anyway," Lavender said casually, and then turned him out as she undressed. She was so focused that she didn't notice the sudden rapid-fire movement behind her; when she turned around wearing only her bra and knickers, she let out a gasp, one hand covering her mouth at the sight of her usually self-conscious boyfriend. Neville stood before her a few feet away, completely starkers with his swollen cock jutting straight out in front of him. He was cupping his balls in one hand, absently massaging the base of his erection while staring unabashedly at her with a gung-ho smile.

"All right, let's have at it then!" he said, like an eager student.

Lavender didn't quite know what to make of this sudden, rather dramatic turnaround except the slight possibility that Rosmerta had put a little something extra in the Butterbeer to loosen his inhibitions - which kind of made sense, in a way, since Lavender hadn't taken one sip of hers and she felt completely fine other than being insanely horny like a bunny rabbit. But then she decided that she didn't care what had brought this about; she was delighted that Neville was on board. Of course, the fact that her knickers felt suddenly very damp in the crotch, and her bra was suddenly extremely tight didn't hurt, either. Nev really did have a very nice cock, she thought quietly, running her tongue slowly along her lower lip as she watched his thumb make slow circular motions.

Neville snapped his fingers. "Hello? Erm, Lavender? Are you all right?"

She shook her head quickly to refocus her thoughts. "Okay, so then you can take these -- " she held out the silk ribbons.

"How about you tie me up?" Neville suggested, and once again Lavender was caught completely off guard. Just how much had Rosmerta put in that Butterbeer?, she wondered, momentarily concerned. Neville hadn't taken more than one or two swallows. "I mean…it seems like it's usually the girl who gets tied up, and that doesn't sound fair, right?" He chuckled, perhaps out of excitement or nervousness, it was hard to tell. But Lavender guessed it was more of the former.

Then her thoughts drifted again, and she wondered if this suggestion meant that he felt slighted, somehow; perhaps she demanded too much attention in bed? Neville didn't much like the oral sex, but he tolerated it - and if he got focused enough he was really quite good. Not to mention that the promise of homemade cupcakes was a very good incentive. While Lavender was certainly game to reciprocate, most of the time it ended up with them going at it the traditional way, or with Neville attending to her needs before they finished it off together. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd given him a blow job. Perhaps on his birthday?

"What's the matter?" Neville asked. He looked at her earnestly. He continued to hold his cock in his hand, extended toward her like some kind of sexual peace offering.

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing," she said, putting on a smile. "All right, hold out your hands, wrists together, and let me tie you up."

"Hang on, Lav. One more thing first, yeah?" Neville cocked his head slightly, his eyes rolling downward toward her breasts. Lavender flushed; yes of course. Next to her cupcakes, and perhaps her laugh, she was certain that her two oversized mammary glands were Neville's favourite thing (or things?) about her. She obliged him with a wink and discarded her bra, tossing it into a dark corner with a flourish. Then she turned back to him and cradled her breasts, pushing them together and shaking them gently while thumbing her erect nipples. Until she'd started dating Neville, she'd actually considered having her breasts reduced since they were so cumbersome, and she considered them too much of a distraction. It seemed like they were the main reason she got any dates at all. But she did love the way Neville looked at them - it wasn't just a sexual thing, she was sure of it. He honestly thought they were beautiful, which in turn made her feel beautiful. Not to mention he handled them using precisely the right amount of gentle pressure underneath, with his thumbs simultaneously fondling her nipples. It was perhaps the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced.

"Better?" she said, in a near whisper.

"Brilliant." Neville's eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment, then he gave his head a quick shake and held out his hands, wrists together. "I'm all yours, love."

Her hands trembling with anticipation, Lavender made quick work of restraining Neville's wrists, and then ordered him to hold them up over his head. She then immobilised his arms with a selective freezing spell to hold them there. As instructed, Neville put his back and shoulders firmly against the wall. His cock jiggled merrily as if echoing his enthusiasm. "Now hold perfectly still," Lavender said, keeping one hand gently cupped against his inner right thigh. She knelt on the hard wooden floor, spreading her knees to give herself enough balance before placing her other hand on his left thigh. She felt Neville's body contract as he sucked in his breath. She licked her lips, gave him one more little wink and then opened her mouth.

"Oh. Oh sweet Merlin…oh yes, yes, just like that…fantastic. Perfect. A little slower…yes, oh yes, you are a genius…" Neville's torso writhed and contracted with each stroke of her tongue. He arched his neck, his mouth hanging open as she steadily worked her way toward the base of his cock, alternating between stroking and sucking. Encouraged, Lavender continued to suck him in and was so engrossed that she lost track of how far she'd gotten, before she began to gag and cough. She didn't want to spit him out, because she loved his enthusiasm, but at the same time she could barely breathe. Damn it all…

"Bollocks! Oh, bollocks, Lavender, are you all right? Bloody hell, I'm sorry…" Neville instinctively bent over to help her, forgetting that his arms were bound. He lost his footing, kicking out and knocking her to the floor where she landed with a loud thud. Tears started in her eyes, not from the pain but from disappointment. Somehow Neville broke free from the freezing spell, which she had clearly performed incorrectly, and dropped to the floor on his knees, his cock somehow still fairly erect. He straddled her thighs and leaned over to peer into her eyes, his brow furrowed. "Talk to me. Do you know your name? Do you know where you are?"

Despite herself, Lavender managed a slight smile. "Honestly, Nev. I only bumped my head a little. It's fine. Just my pride is a bit bruised, that's all."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely." She smiled, and with his eyes trained directly on hers he didn't notice her hands making a quick grab for his cock. She raised her hips, nudging the tip of his erection with her crotch. "Finish me off, will you?"

"Brilliant," Neville whispered, and he thrust into her. She raised her hips to meet his, emitting a low moan of pleasure as the base of his cock brushed her swollen clit.

"Happy Christmas, Nev," she panted in between thrusts.

"Happy Christmas, love."