Special delivery for fireworkfiasco Title: I Think We're Alone Now Author:arbor_vitae Recipient's LJ name:fireworkfiasco Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Neville/Luna Word Count: 3,056 Warnings (if any): Underage sex Authors notes: Written for fireworkfiasco with much love. Happy Valentine's Day!
Many thanks to my betas!
Children behave, That's what they say when we're together, And watch how you play, They don't understand, And so we're,
Running just as fast as we can, Holdin' onto one another's hand, Tryin' to get away into the night, And then you put your arms around me, And we tumble to the ground, And then you say,
I think we're alone now, There doesn't seem to be anyone around. I think we're alone now, The beating of our hearts is the only sound. - "I Think We're Alone Now" by Tommy James & The Shondells
~*~
Neville had waited until the last member of the renovated Dumbledore's Army had disappeared behind the doors along with Ginny before he turned to Luna.
"What is it you wanted to show me again?" he asked.
Luna smiled at him, her large silvery eyes twinkling.
"This," she said, stretching out her arm. In the palm of her hand was a pair of tiny earplugs. A long, thin chord connected the earplugs to a small rectangular black box. Vibrant-colored buttons gleamed on the box's smooth surface.
"Nice!" Neville said, and after a pause, "Um, what does it do?"
"Oh, it's quite useful!" Luna said. She shoved one of the plugs into her right ear, then did the same to her left. "These are special earplugs," she explained dreamily. "They emit rays that form a connection to our brains. It helps with the commands, you know." She raised the small box. "We think of a person or object and think of a command. Then we press the buttons here. The command goes out of our brains, through the Plugs, and out the box. The buttons helps direct the flow to the person, wherever they may be."
"Telekinesis!" Neville said, recalling reading about such phenomena in a comic once. "We can do similar things with magic, but it'll take too much time to learn it! This could be effortless, and you can get anyone around the world?"
"Oh, yes!" Luna said happily. "You just need a vivid mental image of the person or object."
"Brilliant," Neville said under his breath. He studied their surrounding. Banners of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw hung along the walls of the circular room. The Room of Requirement was the perfect place for a rebelling organization. Outside those walls was a Hogwarts under Lord Voldemort's command, and Neville was determined to bring them down.
I need some objects to try out Luna's invention with, Neville thought, and instantly, a Quaffle, goggles, and a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages appeared before them.
"Let's test them out," Neville said. Luna nodded. She moved far to one side of the room while Neville took the Quaffle to other side. He watched the straggly-haired Ravenclaw as her fingers worked fast on the buttons. It didn't seem like she needed to concentrate hard.
Or, she never looks like she's focusing, Neville thought, smiling. Luna nearly always had that dreamy look on her face even if she was fighting a Death Eater. It was one of her qualities that Neville admired about her.
A couple minutes passed. Suddenly the Quaffle rose high in the air. Amazed, Neville watched as the Quaffle zigzagged through the air, spun around, and drew an invisible figure eight over his head.
"Wonderful!" Neville cried.
Soon, the book was flapping around the room, shortly followed by a pair of flying goggles, which soon dropped, lifeless, back to the ground.
"It's hard to maneuver two objects at the same time," Luna said.
"It's no problem," Neville said. "This will help us immensely, Luna! Even if we lose our wands, we can still use the...what's it called again?"
"The Starr Commando 6900," Luna announced happily. Neville choked on air and tried to clear his throat. He was sure Luna had never heard the euphemism in Commando before. "What?" Luna asked, her eyes wistful, but her voice concerned.
Neville paused, debating whether to request that Luna rename the device, but deciding that they needed a little humor in this grim time, he grinned instead.
"Commando it is!" he said, laughing. Luna beamed. Not aware of what he was doing, Neville gave her a tight hug. "Let's get going," Neville said, blushing slightly. Luna's eyes were locked on him, wearing a smile that reminded him strongly of the Mona Lisa.
"Of course," she said dreamily, taking his hand. Since the beginning of the term, they had shared minuscule moments of intimacy, a kind that Neville was unfamiliar with but enjoyed nonetheless.
They took one last look at their headquarters before stepping out into Hogwarts. The corridors were deserted, and only half the torches were still lit.
"Where is everyone?" Neville said in a hushed voice, looking around them as they reached the main landing. "What time is it anyway?"
"It's three minutes past midnight," Luna said while consulting her Commando 6900.
"Merlin, it's that late?"
"The D.A. was dismissed at ten," Luna said dreamily.
"Yeah, but still," Neville said. "I didn't think we were in there that long."
"Time's fun when you're having flies," Luna sang.
"What?" Neville chuckled.
"Oh, I heard it on a Muggle tefelision once," Luna said.
Neville suddenly stopped. "Someone's nearby," he whispered to Luna. Luna covered her mouth with one hand as though stopping any traitorous words that might slip out on their own.
Neville dared a peak around the corner, Luna cautiously copying his movements. They could hear voices coming from beyond one of the enchanted suits of armor.
"Listen, Amycus - I am certain there is mischief going on among these kids!" Alecto Carrow hissed to her brother.
"How can anyone be rebelling under the nose of Professor Snape?" Amycus argued.
"There are secret passages and hidden rooms all over the school," a third voice, Argus Filch, joined in.
"Any you know which the brats may be using?" Alecto asked.
"I've blocked every secret tunnel!" Filch said proudly. "The little menaces have no way out of this school without the headmaster knowing."
"But their behavior has been worrisome!" Alecto said. "They are plotting against us, I just know it!"
Amycus laughed. "No need to worry, sister," he assured her. "If we catch any student out of bed - "
"They will be hung from their feet in my office!" Filch cried fervently, his voice echoing in the empty hallway.
"They're finally suspecting we're up to something," Neville said as quietly as he could to Luna.
"Well, it's not much surprise, with the black eye you received the other day," Luna explained dreamily. "Your resistance is making them worried."
She crouched forward, and in the act, one of her handmade bracelets slipped out of her purse and fell to the floor; Neville watched, jaw dropped, as the bracelet rolled down the stony floor and bounced against Amycus's foot.
"What the ruddy hell - students out of bed!" Amycus roared.
Neville pushed Luna back. Go, go, go! he mouthed to her. Grabbing her hand, they fled down the hall, taking any direction without much thought as to their destination.
They'll expect us to run to the dorms, Neville thought desperately. And we can't lead them to the Room of Requirement. No, the best bet was to shake them off, go somewhere unexpected.
"Here," Luna said in a voice so soft and calm Neville almost didn't hear her amidst his jumbled thoughts. She led him to a bookcase in front of one of the classrooms, stroked the binding of a book, and suddenly the bookcase shivered and began to move. Before Neville knew it, they were rotating along with the bookcase, eventually pulled into the dark tunnel hidden behind the case. All was pitch black as the case ceased moving, completely shrouding them in darkness.
"Smart thinking," Neville said, panting. "I didn't know there was a secret passage he-AHH!"
He had taken a step backwards, but instead of hitting ground, his foot had slipped into nothingness. Neville fell, dragging Luna along with him.
"Oh, I forgot to mention the slope right behind the bookcase," Luna said dreamily after they landed. Neville's elbows stung with pain. He looked up; there was a little more light in this tunnel. Right behind them was the long slope, and Neville could just barely make out the ground where they had stood moments before.
"Looks like we fell one full story," Neville said.
"Oh yes," Luna said. "We're in the fourth floor right now. This passage leads us to the classrooms."
"Better not do that until we're sure the goons have given up," Neville said. He rested down against the slope, sliding to the floor. Luna sat down next to him.
"I can check if they're around here," she offered. Neville watched her as she pressed on the buttons. Unlike when she was in the Room of Requirement, Luna shut her eyes tight and her face screwed in concentration. The look was so vastly different from her usual wistful expression that Neville wouldn't have recognized her if he had just walked in at that moment. His contemplation was broken by a shriek behind the walls.
"SON OF A BLUDGER SOMEONE GRABBED MY SAC!" Amycus's voice echoed in the secret passage.
Neville stared at Luna, flabbergasted.
"I wasn't aiming for there," Luna said seriously.
"WHAT ARE YOU YAKKING ON ABOUT NOW?" Alecto screeched.
"NO, LOOK! I'M NOT LYING! FELT LIKE IT WAS TUGGED!"
"PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON!" Filch's appalled voice joined the pandemonium as Alecto screamed.
Neville covered his mouth, hoping that his laughter wouldn't reach their ears. Luna was now giggling silently, her shoulders shaking, her fingers slack on the buttons.
"I think that answers our question," she said in a hushed voice.
They listened until the arguing grew fainter. Silence followed, and the secret passage suddenly seemed darker, as though the presence of the adults had lit the area.
"I think we're alone now," Neville whispered.
"Mmm," Luna agreed, turning her attention back to her gadget. Neville watched her for some time, wondering what she was planning next. Her eyes weren't as focused as before; rather, her face was dreamier that usual, as though she was listening to something deep inside her.
A phantom hand brushed against Neville's cheeks. He didn't flinch; the touch was so natural, as though it was common for Luna to touch him in this manner. He stayed still, allowing another phantom hand to brush against his lips before trailing down his chest, soon followed by the other hand.
Closing his eyes, Neville enjoyed the wispy caresses, jumping when he felt flesh pressed against his lips. The phantom hands were wrapped around his waist, while a real pair of thin hands stroked his dark, curly hair.
You have better control now! Neville wanted to compliment Luna on her handling of the gadget, but Luna's passionate exploration inside his mouth wasn't giving him any chance. One of the phantom hands slid down his front, settling on his crouch. He was already hard.
"Luna," Neville finally pulled away went they broke the kiss. "There's a chance they could try looking for us here." His looked in the direction of the secret passage's exit. "We'll be punished really badly if they catch us doing this."
"Then it's all part of the rebellion," Luna replied, her voice like a tiny bell's chiming in the dark. Neville met her eyes, swept into the large silvery orbs. He grinned.
"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Rebellion."
Luna didn't waste another moment. She pressed Neville against the slope, crushing his mouth with hers while her hips rocked desperately against him, setting his mind on fire.
Her phantom hands roamed his body, fondling his thighs and slipping around his hips to grope and squeeze his buttocks. Neville wished his had more hands to explore Luna's slim body, as little by little, more skin was exposed to him, just for him.
"Oh," Neville gasped. A new sensation had settled in. His pants were discarded somewhere in the blackness, and a ghostly tongue slithered up his aching cock, teasingly licking the head in circles, stopping only to press against the slit.
"Oh, Merlin!" Neville gasped and thrust his hips. Luna giggled and pulled off the final piece of clothing, revealing her small, round breasts. She guided his shaking hands to them.
"Like this," she said in an innocent and dreamy voice that drove Neville mad with desire. His thumbs awkwardly made circular motions on her nipples, and he steadily grew more confident as the caresses emitted moans from her. She threw her head back, the tips of her long, straggly hair tickling Neville's cock and thighs.
Neville let one hand slide down while drinking in every detail of her soft body. His thumb traced the curve of her navel before he reached her entrance. Neville hesitated.
"Come on," Luna cooed into his ear. The phantom mouth encouragingly licked the tip of his cock. Neville moaned; one of the phantom hands had grabbed his wrist and guided one finger inside Luna. Luna gave a gentle cry as the finger tentatively stroked right against her clit.
"Did that hurt?" Neville asked, worried.
"No," Luna moaned. "I like it. You aren't going to hurt me. Touch me how you want to touch me."
Her phantom hand guided him inside her, bringing him to every place that shot pleasure through her body. Neville found himself moving his hand with Luna's guidance. He glided over to her clit again, stroking until -
"Oh - Neville!" Luna moaned his name loudly, thrusting her hips forward. A wave of pleasure shot through Neville at hearing his name. He leaned forward and kissed her on her neck, trailing his tongue down, which rewarded him with another loud moan. His tongue traveled down to Luna's breast and flicked at her nipple.
"Yes!" Luna moaned, grabbing him by his shoulders. Neville wrapped his mouth around her nipple, suckling, savoring the taste in his mouth. He pondered further exploration when Luna ordered in a raspy voice, "Inside me!"
Eagerly, Neville slipped a finger inside, relishing in the hot tightness surrounding him. He slowly pulled out, but before his finger completely left Luna's body, he dipped in again.
"More!" Luna gasped, and Neville obeyed, slowly adding another finger each time Luna begged for more. Soon she was riding his hand wildly while the phantom mouth lovingly tormented Neville.
"Luna..." Neville called.
Luna didn't need to ask. She let go of his hand and pushed him again against the slope. She positioned herself top of his cock, now slick with precum. Neville was about to protest when he saw Luna haphazardly ram her body down, but the gasp immediately turned to an ecstatic moan.
"Luna...is this your first time?" Neville asked, grabbing hold of her sides.
"It doesn't matter," Luna said. She showed no signs of pain, but from experience, Neville knew that Luna barely showed pain even if she was under the Cruciatus Curse. She met his lips, silencing him.
The phantom hands and mouth seemed to have disappeared. Neville didn't think Luna could concentrate on anything other than fucking at this point. He rocked his hips up to meet with her quick rhythm, emitting more moans and cries from her as his cock hit her right there. Neville watched, his breathing rapid, as his slick cock slipped in and out of sight, sliding deep into her wet pussy, shaking with the need for more.
Her fingers holding tight onto Neville's shoulders, Luna practically thrashed as she climaxed, her pussy throbbing around Neville's cock, squeezing him firmly. Neville didn't think he could hold on any longer...
With a final groan, the orgasm rippled throughout his body, momentarily blinding him.
"Oh, Merlin!" Neville gasped as the veil of desire disintegrated from his mind, making him think more clearly. He stared at the thin line of cum dripping from Luna's pussy. "What if I got you pregnant! Oh, no! Knowing my luck, I probably did get you pregnant!"
Luna, looking exotically beautiful in the afterglow, just laughed and gave him a swift kiss.
"It's part of the rebellion," she said brightly.
~*~
That night was not their final time. They regularly made time to sneak out and make love in the secret passage, each orgasm a mark of another victory against the tyranny running amuck in Hogwarts. The sex gave them a boast in their mission, each more eager every day to take down the Death Eaters. They never used protection, for the thought of a pregnancy excited them further. Anything to shock Professor Snape and rebel against the Death Eaters.
Sex was power.
Neville was there when Luna was carried away from the Hogwarts Express. At the mention of her father's name, Luna ceased from her fight and allowed herself to be taken away.
"What have you done to my father?" Luna demanded, the dreamy tone dead in her voice. She was leading the way out the door rather than being dragged, but the Death Eaters didn't take notice of that. They only laughed at her question.
"Let her go!" Neville screamed. He lunged at the closest Death Eater, but he tripped, and laughing, the Death Eater kicked him in the teeth.
The last Neville saw of Luna was her turning her head around, staring at him with wide concerned eyes, her straggly hair obscuring half of her face.
~*~
"Now repeat after me," Alecto Carrow ordered the class, tapping her wand against the words she scribbled on the board. "Muggles are swine! Muggles are inferior! Muggles must die!"
While in unison, the class repeated in droning voices, Neville's voice rang out.
"Muggles are human! Muggles are equals! Muggles must live!"
"STOP!" Alecto commanded angrily, and the class halted. She stormed to Neville's desk, looking him straight in the eyes. Neville locked his gaze on her, refusing to look away.
"That's the third time you've disobeyed orders this lesson!" She shrieked at him, spit spraying his face.
"You said, 'repeat after me,'" Neville explained flatly. "You did not say we had to repeat word for word." A couple of giggles erupted in the class, which were quickly extinguished before Alecto could speak.
"Don't be smart with me, boy!" she spat. "I think another detention is order. Yes, I think another black eye is what that disgusting face deserves!"
"Fine," Neville spat back.
Alecto chuckled. "Not real strong when your girlfriend isn't around, eh?"
At that moment, Neville felt phantom hands warping around him into a hug.
Luna! She still has the gadget! Neville thought, his eyes trailing down his robes. Wherever she was, she was safe. Her hands traveled up his shirt, drawing a heart over his chest, like she always did during their little games. She placed a finger against his lips before bringing each hand up to his shoulders as though she was standing right behind him.