Title: A Room to Hide Your Secrets
Author: woldy
Characters/Pairings: Neville/Ginny, implied Ginny/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: March challenge for Daily Deviant's ninth birthday
Other Warnings: infidelity, sex with a minor (Ginny is 16)
Word Count: ~1200 words
Summary/Description: After the battle of Hogwarts, Neville daren’t tell people why he started using the Room of Requirement.
Author's Notes: I adore missing moments from canon, so I couldn’t resist the March challenge. Thanks to the mods for providing the inspiration, and to the lovely Delphi for betaing.


“The thing about growing up with Fred and George is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.” Ginny Weasley in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“It's all down to Neville. He really gets this room. You've got to ask it for exactly what you need — like, "I don't want any Carrow supporters to be able to get in — and it'll do it for you! You've just got to make sure you close the loopholes! Neville's the man!” Seamus Finnegan in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows



“It was all down to Neville, here,” Seamus says, clapping Neville on the back so hard that half his beer slops over the side of the glass and onto the floor. “Without him we’d never have thought of using the Room of Requirement. He really gets that room. To Neville!”

“Neville!” everyone cries, raising their glasses, and a flurry of hands pat whatever part of him they can reach. It’s like being assaulted by an amiable relative of the Venomous Tentacula.

“I owe you a drink, mate. A million drinks, prob’ly,” says Ron, at the same time as Dean calls out to Aberforth to pour Neville a double firewhiskey.

Neville’s cheeks burn, and he looks down, seeing the puddle of spilled beer on the floor. When he chances a glance in Ginny’s direction, he sees her staring out of the window. Her chin is high and there’s no hint of a blush on her face. Ginny’s always been a better liar than him.

”Won’t they guess we’re doing this?” he panted as she rocked over him, her breasts jiggling and red hair wild.

“They won’t guess,” she told him, tossing her hair, and pressed down hard, driving him deeper inside her.

“But if neither of us are in Gryffindor Tower—“

Ginny moved faster, grinding her hips back and forth, and the head of his cock rubbed something inside her with each stroke. When she squeezed, muscles fluttering around his cock, he almost came.

“They won’t guess if you don’t tell them,” she said confidently.

“If-“ Neville began, but Ginny pressed one finger to his lips and squeezed again, and the next thing Neville knew he was coming inside her.

Nobody else seems to have noticed Ginny averting her eyes, and Neville pulls his eyes back to the crowd of well-wishers. Right. That’s probably best. Don’t want to spoil the celebration.

“So you started using the Room of Requirement in September?” Dean asks, and Neville scrambles to gather his thoughts.

“Er, it was near the start of term. I don’t know what month.”

“What made you go in there?”

“Um…” Neville says, because fucking Ginny Weasley is not the answer anyone wants to hear. Dean dated Ginny for a while, and Harry is only a few feet away, with Ron beaming beside him. Ron almost cursed Michael Corner for the imagined crime of shagging his sister, and Neville doesn’t want to know the penalty for actually shagging her. “I was, um,” he stutters, struggling to come up with an excuse, and then Ginny comes to his rescue.

“Seamus pulled this great stunt right outside the Amycus Carrow’s office. Blasted his nasty portrait into pieces and took a chunk out of the door - there was soot and debris everywhere. But they thought Neville did it and came storming into the Common Room threatening to kill him.”

For a moment, Ginny meets his eyes, her gaze hard and even. He knows better than to disagree with Ginny when she looks like that.

“Nice one, mate!” says Ron, nodding at Seamus.

“Ah, well, I’ve a knack with explosions,” Seamus answers, taking a swig of his beer.

“We thought Neville should stay out of sight until they cooled down, but then we realized—”

“—that it was better if they didn’t have time to cool down,” Seamus interjects, grinning. “It never would’ve worked without Nev. I could hardly get the room open. Haven’t got the knack.”

“It’s nothing special,” Neville says quickly, willing himself not to blush again. “You just need to ask it for what you want.”

”I need a place to meet Ginny. I need a place to meet Ginny,” Neville muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth. “Come on, please. A secret place, somewhere nobody will find us. I need somewhere to fuck Ginny. I need—”

With the gentle scrape of moving stone, a door appeared in the midst of the wall, and Neville opened it gratefully. When he stepped inside, he found Ginny already waiting. He’d imagined that the room would be large and candlelit, like a dorm room with only one bed, but instead it was small and dark. Apart from a guttering on the far wall, the room contained nothing but shadows.

“I’ve been wanting this all day,” said Ginny, starting to unbutton her shirt.

Neville watched the white cotton peel aside to reveal the freckled expanse of her breastbone, then her tits, then her stomach, before Ginny shrugged off the shirt and reached for her skirt.

“Let me,” he offered, moving forwards, and their hands tangled on the zip. A moment later, Ginny shimmied out of the skirt, and Neville was pushing her knickers down over her hipbones. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, marvelling at her body.

“You’ve seen me naked before.”

She grabbed his hand and tugged him closer as she moved back to lean against the wall. Her other hand dropped to his fly, fingers tracing the line of his cock.

“Fuck me,” Ginny said, almost an order, and Neville’s heart skipped a beat. Her hair shimmered red and gold in the candlelight almost as if it was aflame.

He kissed her and Ginny’s mouth opened beneath his. She rubbed his erection, making him gasp, then tugged at his fly. A moment later, Neville felt cool air around his cock, which was replaced by the heat of her hands.

“Fuck me,” Ginny insisted, curling her leg around the back of his thigh.

She leaned against the wall, her head tilted up to meet his eyes. When Neville hesitated, Ginny wriggled her hips against him, and his cock slid against the skin of her belly.

Neville bent his knees to match her height, angled his cock with his hand, and pushed inside her. For a moment, the world disappeared.

Then Ginny writhed against him, hands clutching at his back, and Neville drew in a deep breath and started to thrust. Ginny arched, pale and perfect, and Neville spread his hand on the wall beside her for balance. Her breasts bounced against his chest with each thrust and her red hair fell around his face, catching in their mouths as they kissed.

“Harder,” she demanded, and Neville pressed her against the wall and fucked her as hard as he dared.

There was a dark bruise on her lower back afterwards, which Neville spelled away before they went back to the Tower. Thanks to the Carrows, they were all good at healing charms.

“I asked it!” Seamus insists. “That room just doesn’t like me the way it likes Neville.”

Ginny smiles and tosses her hair. “Obviously Neville asks more nicely than you do, Seamus,” she says, in a light tone that suggests butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

Everyone laughs, and Harry wraps an arm around Ginny’s waist. Neville sees her smile and lean into his embrace.

Just for a moment, Ginny’s eyes flicker up to meet his, and Neville reads the warning there. Her voice echoes in his head: They won’t guess if you don’t tell them.

I won’t tell them, Neville vows silently, as Ginny turns back to Harry. But if they guess, I won’t deny it.