FIC: "Snakeshead Fritillary," Neville/Luna/Ginny/Hermione, NC-17 Title: Snakeshead Fritillary Author:green_amber Pairing: Neville/Hermione/Ginny/Luna Rating: NC-17 Warnings:DH SPOILERS, foursome, pegging, plus do I need to warn for complete lack of plot or plausibility? ;) And I think everybody's between 16 and 18 years old, so I probably ought to warn for underage as well. At least for two of the girls. Word Count: ~1900 Summary: Heroism is rewarded. With sex. Author's Notes: This one is all ilyena_sylph's fault. We were talking in comments about Neville's general awesomeness, and Ilyena said that Neville deserved to get laid by triplets: a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. I don't have any triplets up my sleeve without resorting to Sues, but I do happen to know of three lovely, sexy witches with the requisite hair colors...
Neville stayed on at Hogwarts for a few weeks after the battle. At first, he stayed because of his injuries; fortunately, Madam Pomfrey was able to heal the burns on his scalp well enough to keep him out of St. Mungo's. His hair was still patchy and his skin pink and too-smooth where the Sorting Hat had touched it, and there was nothing that could be done about the two scars that marred his face, but his black eye was fading and, overall, he felt mostly like himself again, at least physically.
He returned Gryffindor's sword to Professor McGonagall the day after the battle. She had mopped at her eyes with a large tartan handkerchief and told him how proud she was. He'd found himself at a loss for words and finally stammered a simple thank you.
Gran wanted him to come home. Neville didn't want to, and couldn't explain why. He felt that he needed some time to regroup, to figure out what he wanted to do with the rest of his life before he went back to the rest of his life. Gran, however, was a pragmatic sort of woman who didn't spend much time in contemplation. Neville would become an Auror like his parents and that was that, though it meant taking some coursework over again.
Neville just wasn't sure he wanted that.
He slept in his old dormitory. It was quiet now, without the snores and rustlings of the boys who had been his roommates. Sometimes he glanced at each of the four empty beds in turn and smiled wistfully at the realization that everyone who'd slept here had survived. Others hadn't been so lucky.
The knock on the door came one evening when Neville was tending to his Mimbulus mimbletonia. "Come in," he called, wondering if it was McGonagall coming to ask about his career plans, or Madam Pomfrey to check on his wounds, or maybe even Gran, come to haul him home.
Instead, the door swung open to reveal Hermione, Ginny, and Luna. All three wore grins that suggested some mischief was afoot, and Luna was holding a potted plant.
"Hi, Neville," said Hermione.
"This is for you," said Luna, setting the plant on the bedside table. The bobbing, mottled-purple heads of the blooms were vaguely familiar to Neville, and he knew he should recognize it. He was distracted from botanical considerations, however, by Ginny.
"We've got something else for you too." She licked her lips, and Neville suddenly felt horribly awkward and wondered what she had in mind. His curiosity was replaced by shock when she kissed him, full on the mouth.
"A hero like you deserves a reward," said Ginny as she pulled away.
She couldn't possibly mean..."All...all three of you?"
The girls nodded.
"But...aren't you...I mean, don't you...er, I mean...boyfriends?" He looked pointedly at Hermione in particular; he hadn't forgotten a certain mutilated figurine of Viktor Krum. Nobody had made any figurines of Neville, to the best of his knowledge, and he was more than a little concerned that Ron might resort, in this case, to pulling off Neville's actual legs.
"You could say we've got a special dispensation," said Hermione.
"Dispensation? What's that?" It sounded like something to do with medicinal potions, and Neville seriously doubted Madam Pomfrey had anything to do with this visit.
"It means we're going to shag your brains out," said Ginny.
Neville gulped.
"You should lie down and relax," said Luna. "It's always more fun when you relax."
Hermione fidgeted. "I mean, if you don't want--"
"But I do," admitted Neville.
"Then lie down," ordered Ginny.
Neville hopped into bed. There was, after all, no arguing with Ginny when she got that tone in her voice, that set to her chin. The three girls climbed in after him. They began to strip down; jumpers and blouses were flying everywhere, and Neville couldn't decide where to look. He might have thought he'd accidentally fallen into a Playwizard spread, except it was them, which made it even better.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "I mean, I'm still me, you know, with the breaking things and the forgetting things and..."
This time it was Luna who silenced him with a kiss. He felt the press of their bodies everywhere, smooth skin and the satin of their bras and knickers against his bare arms, the weight of their limbs draped over him. Their faces filled his vision as they covered his face with kisses, nibbled at his ears (which tickled, though he didn't mind much), and ran hands through his singed hair: Hermione tanned nut-brown from her year on the run, Ginny spattered with freckles, Luna so pale she seemed almost translucent.
"We should have had him strip," said Hermione between nibbles, "before we had him lie down."
"Easily fixed," said Ginny. "Evanesco."
There was a moment of cold as the air touched his bare skin, then a rush of heat as the girls pressed themselves closer. Neville felt his cheeks burn, suddenly very conscious of his body, which was soft in places other blokes had Quidditch muscles, and embarrassingly hard in...other places.
He didn't realize he'd frozen until Luna asked, "Are you all right, Neville?"
"Er...yeah, it's just...I mean, you lot can probably tell that I'm...er..."
"Aroused?" asked Luna.
"Yeah."
Luna blinked twice. "But I thought that was the point."
"It is," said Ginny with a wicked smile, then licked Neville's torso from navel to neck, making him shiver.
"Oh." Luna nodded and started sucking his fingers one by one.
"Merlin," Neville mumbled as Hermione caressed his face, tracing the shape of his cheeks, the numb skin of his scars. He was engulfed in the dark cloud of her hair, which was softer than it looked. Her breasts were right in front of him, and now that the shock of Oh my God, three girls are in my bed was starting to wear off, it began to occur to Neville that he could touch them, too, and that he very much wanted to.
The cotton of Hermione's bra was coarse to the touch, the bare skin exposed above the cups petal-smooth. She made a quiet little noise just as Neville felt her nipples getting hard against his hands. Merlin. She's making that sound because of something I did.
"Nngh," Neville said, feeling the hot wet swipe of a tongue on his cock. It must have been Ginny, because Luna was still busy with his hand, biting now at the place between his forefinger and his thumb. He couldn't help moving, writhing against Ginny's teasing lips and tongue. Blimey, I ought to behead monstrous snakes more often, he thought.
"Why don't the two of you take the rest of your clothes off?" suggested Ginny. "Or even better--Hermione, you take Luna's off, and..."
Hermione had Luna's bra undone in an instant. Neville was secretly glad Hermione had done it, since he had little faith in his own ability to unclasp those contraptions without making a fool of himself. Hermione--oh, God--Hermione was touching Luna now, rubbing one pale pink nipple between her fingers while using her other hand to push down Luna's knickers. Luna, Neville saw, was shaved completely bare.
"Oh, honestly, Luna," Hermione said. "I wouldn't have thought you'd give into the patriarchal pressure..."
Luna looked bewildered. "But how else am I supposed to keep the Nargles from nesting there?"
"Never mind," said Hermione, now cupping both of Luna's breasts.
Luna grabbed hold of Hermione's hands as though to say Don't move those, and climbed on top of Neville so that her...her bits...were just above his face. She smelled musky and clean. Neville knew what she wanted and so began exploring her with his tongue just as he felt his cock surrounded by soft heat; Ginny had taken him entirely into her mouth.
"I'm not going to last long," he murmured against Luna's skin, feeling Ginny moving her lips up and down on him. He thought he might go mad from it.
"It's all right," said Hermione. "We have all night."
And then Ginny's tongue did something bloody incredible and it was just too much. "Oh, God," said Neville, coming.
He opened his eyes, a minute or a year later, and saw Luna still hovering over him. "Right," he said. I was doing something, wasn't I?"
Luna moaned her gratitude as he resumed his attentions, licking at the hard nub of her clit while Hermione kissed her neck, pinched her nipples; meanwhile out of the corner of his eye he saw Ginny reaching for her wand and wondered what she was planning. She was a dab hand at hexes; Neville fervently hoped she hadn't decided to try one out here tonight.
With a series of high-pitched little noises, Luna shuddered, then sighed. She rolled to Neville's side, smiling.
"Accio blindfold," said Ginny. A strip of black silk flew out of the jumble of clothes on the floor.
"W-what's that for?"
"We like a little mystery," Ginny explained, which wasn't much in the way of explanation.
Hermione crawled between Neville's legs then, and he felt her lips close around his cock just as Ginny tied the blindfold around him and everything went dark.
"I think he's ready," said Hermione's voice a minute later. "Who wants to go first?"
Neville wasn't really sure which girl he hoped would volunteer--any of them would be just fine with him at the moment, quite frankly--but evidently they came to their agreement silently. The only answer Neville got was the weight of one of the girls settling onto his body, and the sudden hot slide as she sank down onto his cock.
He ran his hands over the girl's legs as she rode him, as though he could read her identity there, trying to remember whose thigh curved just there; he found the wiry hair between her legs and she moaned at the touch of his fingers. He knew it wasn't Luna, then, but which one...
Just when he thought he couldn't bear it anymore, he was about to lose it, the girl slid off him with a wet sound. Neville heard an inarticulate sound of protest escape his lips, but before he could reach for her, one of the others was pressing him down to the bed, leaning low to kiss him as she took him inside. Her long hair tickled at his shoulders; her breasts were soft and full in his hands. Her motions were languid, slower than the first girl's. Her sweat-slick body was hot against his skin as he moved with her.
I can't go on... he thought, yes, just like that, and then the second girl, too, drew away from him.
"Turn over," a voice whispered in his ear.
Neville did, and felt fingers moving between the cheeks of his arse, slippery with some sort of cream. He moaned as one of the fingers, then two, slid inside of him, and then whoever it was must have had some kind of toy or something; she moved it in and out of him, her other hand reaching around to grab his cock. He was slick with the lube and with the first two girls' fluids, and the girl's hand was fast and sure.
He bit his lip, close to the edge again, imagining the mischievous smiles the girls must be sharing unseen by him, and it was this thought of their faces that undid him finally, the knowledge that the three girls he liked best in the world wanted him, and he cried out, spilling over the girl's fingers in a hot rush.
Then the blindfold was untied, and he was sinking down into their arms, all of their arms. It was then that Neville recognized the flowers and laughed. "Luna! That's a snakeshead fritillary!"
"Most people wouldn't know that." Luna smiled. "Remember, you can do anything you want now."
At the time he thought she just meant in bed, and indeed it was many hours before the four of them slept, but in the days to come he began to wonder if there had been another meaning. One never knew, with Luna.