Happy Springsmut, cat_goddess! Author:dragyn_42 Recipient:cat_goddess Title: The Hero's Reward Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Neville/Millicent Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: Brave Neville, hero of the war, is about to receive a very educational thank you from the most unlikely of sources. Warnings: none Word Count: 3540 Author's Notes: This was a a challenge for me. I think I got it, though. I hope you enjoy it!
"Watch where you’re going, Longbottom."
The voice pulled Neville out of his thoughts. It took him a minute to focus on the source of the interruption. A person he would not have expected sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, though her head was nearly above his waist even from that position.
"Bulstrode? What are you doing here?" There was a bit of venom in his voice. Most of the Slytherins had left before the battle. Granted, it was so that they didn’t get in the way of those fighting. Many of them were in horribly bad positions to not oppose their families or their families’ associates, most of whom supported the Dark Lord. But it still rubbed the Gryffindor in Neville the wrong way that they didn’t stay to fight for what was right.
"I go to school here, too, you know," she replied, her annoyance clear.
"Went. You went to school here. You ran away."
"If only it were that simple," she sighed. "Rumor has it you’re a hero."
This change of tack brought Neville up short, "Er... what?"
"A hero. They say you helped defeat the Dark Lord."
"Voldemort," replied Neville. At Millicent’s wince, he demanded, "Oh, come on! He’s dead. It’s just a name, and not even a real one at that!
"And I had nothing to do with it. Harry’s the one who stopped him," he finished.
Millicent looked at him a bit oddly, as if she were contemplating something, and then said, "That’s not what I’ve heard. They say Potter couldn’t have won if it weren’t for you."
Neville blushed a bit before shoving it aside. "You never answered my question. What are you doing here? Didn’t you run away with the rest of your snakes?"
"That’s not fair," she whispered. "It was dangerous for us here."
"It was dangerous for all of us, but we still stayed. It was dangerous for Professor Lupin! It was dangerous for Colin Creevey! But they stayed!"
"You only had one side to worry about," she stated calmly in the face of his anger. "There were those of us who wanted to stand with you," Neville was unsure, but he thought there might have been an emphasis on the word ‘you,’ "But it was too dangerous. Even if we did, there would have been those of you waiting for us to change sides, to show our true colors.
"Don’t deny it," she declared when he appeared to be about to interrupt her. "Maybe not all of you, but enough that we would be been a distraction. It was safer for everyone for us to leave."
Neville thought about it for a minute. What she said made sense, but still... "You spent all year tormenting the rest of us. Helping those Death Eaters you called teachers torture us. You know how many times I had to help heal my friends because you wouldn’t allow us to go to the hospital?!"
Millicent sighed once more. Neville wanted to be angry, as irrational as it was, and here was a Slytherin, a good source for his anger.
"Longbottom," she spoke, remaining unruffled. "Think carefully. There were those of us who did not take part in those... activities."
Neville thought, and try as he might, he couldn’t remember Millicent at any of his detentions. He couldn’t remember her taking part in the various deriding sessions they called classes. The more he thought, the more he realized there were quite a few Slytherins he recognized that didn’t take part, but with Millicent here, right in front of him, he specifically could not remember her.
He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and fell back against the wall, sliding down until he was seated next to Millicent. He looked over, his view putting his eyes level with her shoulders.
"My parents sent me back. With the Dark Lord gone, they wanted me to cozy up to the winners. I didn’t really want to, so I came down here to get away."
Neville recognized her confession for what it was: a peace offering.
"Whether you want to believe it or not, Longbottom, you really are a hero. Your actions all year, right up through the end of the battle, were very Gryffindor."
Neville was studying her straight, black hair and the way it framed her square jaw in profile. He had never really gotten a good close-up look at the Slytherin before and, despite her impressive size, she was quite striking in her own, handsome way.
"Despite what you may think, what many of my house-mates would have you believe, not all of us are adverse to ‘Gryffindorish’ qualities," she said, turning her head to look down at him.
As their gazes met, he noticed her eyes. They were quite beautiful.
"I may not be your perfect girl, Longbottom, not like Weasley, but I’d like to thank you for fighting that madman," her voice had dropped as she stared deep into his eyes. He felt like he was falling, and he wasn’t sure that he didn’t want to. "If you’ll let me."
"I..."
"You do know how I want to thank you, right?"
"I..."
"A handsome lion like you, I would have thought you would have had plenty by now. Maybe not Weasley, she would have been too young back then. But that Bones girl? Or the Abbot one? The way they stared at you, I would have thought that by now..."
"Stared at me? What are you on about, Bulstrode?"
"Wait, have you even dated anyone?"
"Wha..." He was getting frustrated and annoyed with the Slytherin girl. He thought he knew what she was talking about, but the things she kept saying, they were confusing and ridiculous.
He stood up, planning on continuing his wanderings to get away from it all when she grabbed his upper arm, her hand easily wrapping around it, "I’m sorry, Longbottom. I just figured, being a Gryffindor and all, you wouldn’t have a problem asking for what you wanted."
"I’m not that much of a Gryffindor," he disputed.
"Longbottom, you’re a bloody hero! Give it up!" She stood up and hoisted him to his feet with little effort. "Come with me. If you’re going to be the hero, you deserve the rewards, whether you think you do or not."
Millicent pulled him down the hallway, though she wasn’t gripping him too tightly. He could have broken out of her grip at any time if he wanted. But her comments, what she said, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to break away. She really was a handsome girl.
They went through several hallways that Neville wasn’t familiar with, even after this past year of sneaking around. Eventually, they came upon a room that had a fairly sturdy, queen-sized bed in the corner. There was a broken down dresser, a mirror frame on the wall and a nightstand next to the bed, but the only usable piece of furniture was the bed.
"Where are we?" asked Neville.
"There are several of these rooms around the castle. They’re hard to find, but once you know about them... Usually, you have to be told about them. The elves keep them clean enough. They’re pretty much used like broom closets, just a bit bigger."
Neville looked around while he registered what she said. Broom closets. He then felt himself propelled toward the bed.
"I don’t know if there will ever be anything between us, but I want to thank you. I want to do this. Now enjoy."
Neville was surprised that a girl that large could move in such a sultry manner. She slowly began peeling her robes off to some unheard music. After her robes, her blouse followed – Neville briefly noticed her blouse seemed to be denser, thicker than what the other girls wore – and then her skirt. He now stood, staring at the Slytherin in front of him.
He thought he knew at least a little something about girls and their undergarments, but what Millicent was wearing shocked him, and aroused him. Under her blouse was a dark beige, leather corset – he believed that was the term. He could make out the light skin of her stomach through the front ties. Her legs were encased up to her thigh in sheer, dark stockings, which were clipped to her knickers in a way he had not ever imagined. Overall, he liked the view.
She slipped her shoes off and sauntered on over to him, pulling his robe off of his shoulders. She shoved him backwards slightly, causing him to sit abruptly on the mattress. Her position now put her chest right above his eyes, and she met with very little resistance as his pulled off his shirt. She then knelt in front of him and started working on his belt and zipper, all the while looking him in the eyes.
"I’ve wanted to do this for a couple years now. You are really quite handsome – and I do like bravery."
With a little help from him, she managed to undo his pants and pull them, and his boxers, down to his ankles, leaving his cock out in the open. She hissed in surprise when she noticed that it was already erect, not to mention quite a bit larger than she would have guessed. Leaning forward, she licked the tip, causing it to jump and Neville to gasp.
She put her lips around it and Neville watched in amazement as she slid her mouth down the entire length. It felt like nothing he could describe. Wanking off had never felt even half this good. Her tongue caressed him even as her mouth increased its pressure. Her hand came up and wrapped itself around the base where her mouth couldn’t fit it all.
Neville didn’t want this feeling to end, but all too quickly, he felt the pressure at the base of his spine and he knew what it meant. "I... I’m..." he stuttered.
Her hand started jacking him off, and he was sure it would only be another couple of seconds. Her mouth moved up and down the shaft creating sensations that were better than anything he had ever dreamed. And just as he started to come, her hand clamped around his base. He cried out, not from pain as it didn’t hurt, but with the feeling of a half completed fulfillment. His muscles spasmed, but nothing came out, and the pressure didn’t actually relieve at all.
She met his frustrated gaze with a wink and, as his blocked orgasm subsided, she continued her activities. Neville marveled at the look of her mouth, her lips puffed out and surrounding his cock, moving up and down. Never in a million years would he have though this would happen, and with a Slytherin, no less.
As she continued her expert fellating, he lost himself in the sensations. Her eyes, still looking up at him, pulled him in until their darkness was all he could see. Her mouth around him was all he could feel. The pressure kept building further. And just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, he exploded into her mouth with a yell. Again and again he pulsed into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his.
When at last he was done, she pulled off of him, continued staring directly at him, and swallowed. His reaction was instant. His erection, which had been slowly softening following his release, became hard once more.
"Did you like that?" she asked sultrily.
Still breathing too heavily to respond coherently, he nodded at her.
"Good, because I want to thank you some more." She stood and started to pull on the tie to her corset. "You know, I wore this just in case of exactly this. One thing we Slytherins are good at is planning. I didn’t know that I’d have this chance – in fact, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t – but, it didn’t hurt to be ready. Do you like it?"
Neville could only nod while staring. She finished undoing the lace and the corset loosened, slipping down off her torso and falling to her feet. Her breasts spilled out. They were fairly large. Neville had no experience to guess at their size, and his recollections of Dean and Seamus’ stories really didn’t help him here, but he knew that he might be able to fit one in both of his hands. And despite their size, they still looked firm. He thought they were perfect.
She stepped over the leather now on the ground and unclipped her stockings as she walked. She started to roll a stocking down her leg, but stopped when Neville uttered a sound. He cursed himself for not being coherent enough to say what he wanted, but was too mesmerized by the vision in front of him.
"What’s wrong?" she asked concernedly. When no answer was forthcoming, she noticed his gaze focused on the top of her leg, above her stocking. "Ooooh, you like these, don’t you?"
Once again, he could only nod. The visual feast in front of him seemed to be affecting his capacity for speech.
"Not a problem. This is your present, so I’ll keep them on," she smiled sultrily at him. The then pushed her knickers over her hips and they, too, fell to the floor. She now stood just in front of him clad only in her thigh-high stockings.
Neville could not seem to decide where to look. Her breasts, were beautiful, nothing like the pale imitations in the magazines Seamus left lying around the dorm. Her legs, especially with only the top bit of smooth, pale skin visible, were one of the most enticing things he had ever seen. But even more enticing was the treasure right in the middle.
Her cleft was quite prominent, and split slightly to reveal her inner lips glistening ever so slightly. It was hairless, at least until his eyes reached the top where there was a well trimmed, square patch of coarse, black hair. Neville couldn’t believe that he was sitting here staring at naked girl for the first time, and that she was so perfect.
He was startled when he felt her hands on his shoulders and she pushed him back. She crawled over him so her breasts were now hanging over his face. Tentatively, he reached up and palmed one, hefting its weight in his hand, and was rewarded with a sharp breath. He began to squeeze it lightly, playing with its softness.
"Don’t be shy, Neville. I’m a big girl, I can take it," said Millicent, her voice huskier than last time she spoke.
At her encouragement, he brought his other hand up to squeeze and fondle he other breast. Neville was amazed with the feeling of the pliant flesh filling his hands. He rubbed his thumbs over the hard points nestled atop dark tips. Deciding that perhaps courage was acceptable – especially as she had told him she liked that about him – he went for what he wanted, lifting his head slightly and pulling one breast to his mouth.
As he started licking and sucking at the flesh, two things happened. First, Millicent began moaning, encouraging him with an occasionally uttered ‘yes.’ Second, she began to move her hips, sliding them up and down, dragging her moistening center over Neville’s very noticeable hardness.
The friction provided by the contact very quickly had Neville moaning his own pleasure into the skin filling his mouth. He noticed that the more she rubbed against him, the warmer she seemed to be. The movement was now also more lubricated as the Slytherin was trickling her arousal all over him.
On a whim, Neville began pinching one nipple while biting the other. Her breathing, which had become heavier and more erratic, now shifted into short yells, screams of pleasure. Neville switched breasts, continuing his harsher treatment of her nipples and her pelvis forcefully pressed into his. After a brief moment in which her entire body seemed to freeze, she cried out and Neville felt a wetness now completely soak his lower region.
Millicent fell sideways, pulling away from Neville, now lying on her side next to him. He looked over at her. Her eyes were closed. Her skin was flushed red from her face all the way down over her heaving chest. Her stomach and legs were shining with slickness that had be spread by her rubbing. It was, Neville decided, one of the sexiest things he had ever seen.
After only a couple more moments, she opened her eyes and looked at Neville, her dark eyes now seeming completely black with lust. He reached over and grabbed Neville, rolling onto her back and dragging Neville on top of her.
"Please, Neville. Do it. Please."
Clueless though he may have often been, he knew enough to know what she was talking about now. He felt her hand grab his cock and line him up between her legs. He could feel the heat against his skin, the wetness preparing the way. With a look from her indicating she was ready, he pushed in, slowly.
She was tight.
It was heaven.
He must have died in the battle and this was the afterlife. Nothing could ever be better.
After a time, he felt their pelvises meet and he knew he was the whole way in. If his ego needed any more boosting, it got it as Millicent started muttering, "So big. So full. Yes. Oh, yes."
The warmness that surrounded him was infinitely better than the feeling of her mouth earlier. Then, he started moving. He pulled back, almost completely out of her grasping tunnel, relishing the warm, slick, velvet friction. The he pushed back in, slowly while she was still adjusting to him.
While he was leaning on his elbows over her, his hands pivoted up and continued their kneading of her breasts. The combinations of sensations was fascinating, and he wondered why he never had the courage to approach a girl before. Anything would have been worth it to experience this. But he didn’t think it could be much better that it was with Millicent.
Slowly, as she began to accommodate his size, he sped up his thrusts. Soon, he was pounding into her, grunting each time their flesh slapped together, her hips rising to meet his. Over and over he drove into her. Her own grunts matching his. He was surprised at his own staying power, but figured her little trick earlier must have been in preparation for this.
At last, the time came and he could once again feel the pressure build up. The constant sensation was pushing him over the edge. He knew he was moments away when Millicent start moaning words once more.
"Only... little... longer... Wait..."
"Can’t...." he replied, and in just two more strokes, his own orgasm washed over him. He thrust into her a final time, crying out as spasm after spasm splashed into her.
Millicent reached down between them towards their joining and rubbed furiously at her clit. Neville’s own peak was finishing as she cried out, shrieking her own pleasure. He felt her channel grip him tightly, as if it were trying to pull him in. He wasn’t sure how long she went on, but eventually, all too soon, she was done.
He was softening inside of her, and so slid down slightly to pull out, leaving with an audible noise and a groan of loss from Millicent. Post-coital fatigue then set in and he collapsed onto her, pillowing his head on her wondrous chest, sliding his arms under her and holding on. Her own arms settled over his back, locking behind him.
"Thank you, this was... wonderful," said Neville. "I don’t think I’ll ever forget this."
"I was serious, you know," she said. "Thank you. Thank you for helping to defeat You-Know-Who. Thank you for being Gryffindor. And now, thank you for this. This has been my fantasy for some years now."
"You were wrong, you know."
"Hmm?"
"You said Ginny was more like my perfect girl. She isn’t."
"You don’t think she’s..."
"Oh, she’s hot – I don’t think any warm blooded male would disagree. Harry is a lucky guy. She’ll never look at anyone else the way she looks at him. But no, she’s not really my type. Too thin."
"Too... thin?" Millicent was genuinely surprised.
"I always liked looking at girls who were, I don’t know, curvier. You may be big, Millicent, but it’s in all the right places. I don’t think I ever really got a good look at you until tonight," Millicent snorted at his unintended double entendre, "that’s not what I meant! Outside, before. I was looking at your face. You’re really beautiful. I’d love to do this again with you."
Her response was a quiet "Thank you, Neville."
"Not right now, I’m a bit knackered."
They laughed as they drifted off into a nap, not to awaken for several hours. It was a much more confident Neville Longbottom that entered the Great Hall later that evening – confident in a way that went far beyond his courage in battle.