Special delivery for eeyore9990 Title: The Morning After Author: rayvyn2k Recipient:eeyore9990 Rating: NC17 Pairing(s): Neville/Luna Word Count: 1634 Warnings (if any): PWP, Luna is underage, but if she’s old enough to fight…you know. Authors notes: I chose the Neville/Luna “go with your gut.” I hope this is in some small way, what you hoped for.
I cannot thank my beta enough. She came through once again at the very last moment and I adore her so much, if I’m ever lucky enough to be in the same room with her, she is getting the longest, wettest snog she will allow me to give. And the same goes for the mods, who showed infinite patience with me, yet again. Thank you.
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Neville escaped from the shattered castle and the adulation of the people who remained in the Great Hall. He trotted down the stairs and paused for a moment to inhale the clean morning air. He had never felt so exhausted, but he was too keyed up by the night’s events to sleep. He began to walk and, without conscious thought, his feet found the familiar path toward the greenhouses at the back of the castle. The brightness of the spring morning was in sharp contrast to the chaos of the battle the night before. If not for the debris and destruction as far as the eye could see, Neville would hardly believe that a clash for the heart and soul of the wizarding world had taken place only hours before.
As Neville walked, he reflected on his own role in the defeat of Voldemort. The pride that shone from his Grandmother’s eyes and the respect he had earned from his teachers and classmates was more than he had ever believed possible as a timid first year. He took great satisfaction in the self-confidence he had achieved during the last three years. It had begun when he joined Dumbledore’s Army and partnered with Harry during the meetings. He had observed and remembered what people looked for in a leader and tried to emulate those traits. He was gratified that so many students had turned to him for leadership when Harry was on the run.
Neville reached the greenhouses and was delighted to find that they had escaped most of the wrath of the battle. He smiled, opened the door and stepped inside. The rich scent of soil, moss and dragon dung compost assaulted his nose and welcomed him back. Neville walked down the row of plants and his tension began to melt away. He had spent so many happy hours here that he felt, even as he dodged the Venomous Tentacula’s feelers, like he was coming home.
That tension ratcheted up once again when he spied a pair of feet at the end of the row. He took out his wand and moved cautiously forward and hoped he wasn’t going to find a dead body here in his sanctuary. When he reached the end of the aisle and peered around the Flutterby bush his mouth dropped open in surprise.
“Oh, hello Neville.”
“Luna!” Neville lowered his wand.
Luna was lying on the floor, bathed in golden sunlight. Her blonde hair shone like fire and her face seemed radiant and lovelier than he’d ever noticed before. He gulped.
“What are you doing here?”
Luna’s smile sent a shiver through him.
“Oh, I just needed to get away from all of the hubbub, so I came out here—it’s so peaceful just being among the plants,” she turned her gaze toward the sky. “I was hoping to see a Blibbering Humdinger or two. They love the sunlight, you know.”
Neville couldn’t restrain a smile. “Any luck?”
“Not so far, but it’s early yet.”
“I’m sorry.”
“The noise from the battle must have frightened them off,” she mused more to herself than him.
“I’m sure you’re right,” Neville replied.
She turned her silver-grey gaze toward him and Neville’s stomach gave a lurch when she smiled and patted the ground beside her.
“Would you like to stay and watch with me? I have a feeling something special is going to happen today.”
“Yes, Luna—I’d like that very much.”
She shifted over and he settled down next to her. The plants seemed to enclose them in a thicket of foliage that was private and intimate. Their sides were pressed together from shoulder to knee and Neville felt another lurch…but not in his stomach.
They lay in companionable silence for a time, enjoying the warmth of the sun streaming through the greenhouse ceiling…
Neville drowsed…
…until a movement startled him and he opened his eyes to find himself nose to nose with Luna. She had risen to her elbow and was looking down at him. Her face was so close he could see the azure flecks in her silver-grey eyes.
Luna’s voice was almost a whisper when she murmured: “You were very brave today, Neville.”
He could not tear his eyes away from hers. “We all were,” he said huskily. “Especially you, when you cast your Patronus and gave Harry the courage to cast his…”
Luna’s eyes seemed locked onto his.
“You are a rare and captivating person, Neville Longbottom.”
Her warm breath against his lips sent electric sparks straight to his loins, which responded in an instant.
“I find that so very attractive,” her mouth moved closer to his. “Do you mind if I—?”
Neville did not have a chance to answer. Luna had closed the infinitesimal gap between them and captured his mouth with hers in a soft kiss. After a moment, she pulled away slightly and smiled.
“That was lovely, may I have another?”
Neville’s heart was hammering in his chest. As she gazed down at him, her expression dreamy and the sun behind her, Luna looked to him like nothing so much as a goddess. His voice was hoarse when he replied.
“Certainly.”
This time when she pressed her lips to his, Neville kissed her back enthusiastically. He captured her face in his hands and teased her lips with his tongue. She opened her mouth and their tongues tangled—teasing and exploring. When they parted, Luna flopped down beside him, breathless.
“Ooo, it’s so much better when you help—I’ve got tingly feelings all over.”
Neville understood what she meant. Except, he thought, he’d probably describe one feeling as more ‘throbbing’ than ‘tingling’. And it was becoming uncomfortable. He sat up and looked at her. Luna’s lips were swollen and red from their kiss, her face was flushed and her eyes sparkled. She was breathing heavily and his gaze was drawn to her breasts. They were small and round and he wondered how they would feel in his hands. He wrenched his eyes back to her face and found a small smile playing around her mouth.
Luna reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. Neville couldn’t tear his gaze away as each tiny button was slipped from its hole until at last she had finished and her blouse fell open. She was wearing a white bra trimmed with a bit of lace. She sat up, her body impossibly close, and kissed him again—a hungry, demanding kiss.
Neville responded instinctively. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her against his chest and devoured her mouth. This time their tongues battled for dominance—Neville prevailed and explored her mouth completely. He slid his hands along her backbone until he found the band of her bra. He continued to ravage her mouth as he fought with the tiny hooks on her bra, but ultimately his persistence triumphed. He released her mouth and started to pull the straps down, flicking a questioning glance her way which she answered with a nod. Neville removed the bra and feasted on her breasts with his eyes.
They were round and firm and pink-tipped. The nipples were taut and he couldn’t resist—he cupped one in his hand and squeezed. Luna sighed and leaned into him and, emboldened, he bent, took the nipple into his mouth and suckled.
Luna sighed with pleasure and arched her back. Neville released the nipple and eased her back down to the floor. He removed his shirt and then, positioning himself over her prone body, he lowered his head to capture the nipple with his mouth. As he sucked, he caressed the other breast with his hand, rolling its hard peak between his fingers. He kissed his way from one rosy tip to the other, suckling, kissing and licking each one until Luna lay gasping.
Neville released her breast and recaptured her lips. He eased his body down over hers and ground his erection against her thigh. His hand slid down, across her breast, along her quivering stomach until he found the button of her jeans. He flipped it open and pulled down the zipper. Luna moaned against his lips when he slipped his hand into her panties and in between her legs to cup her mound. She spread her legs and arched her hips to encourage him.
Neville slipped his finger into her warm wetness, stifling her yelp with a kiss. He found her most sensitive spot and rubbed it until she bucked and squirmed beneath him. Before long, Luna convulsed beneath him with a cry of pleasure. She twinned her hands around his neck, drew his head down and gasped:
“Oh, Neville, I need…I want…you.”
Neville stripped off his trousers while Luna wriggled out of her jeans. She looked him up and down with luminescent eyes that widened when she saw his cock standing at attention.
“Ooo, Neville, that is a lovely surprise.”
She opened her arms and legs to him with a smile. Neville positioned himself between her legs, covered her body with his and entered her warm depths with a groan. Oh, gods, it felt good. He started pumping in and out, but slowly, wanting it to last.
“Yes, yes, oh—faster, please…and harder,” Luna moaned and wrapped her legs around him. “Oh, yes…just like that.”
Neville felt his balls tighten, lost control and began pounding his cock into her with abandon. Oh it was so good, so wet, so soft, so…
Neville came hard, and his cries of pleasure mixed with hers before he collapsed on top of her, breathless.
Luna wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. “That was lovely.”
“Mmhmm,” was all he could manage.
“Maybe next time, we’ll see a Blibbering Humdinger.”
Neville smiled. “Next time…” It was a promise and a hope for the future.