Fic: The Witching Hour (Neville/Hermione)
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lightofdayeTitle:The Witching Hour
Rating:NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Hermione Granger/Neville Longbottom
Word Count: 1,224
Content: PWP, Blowjob, cunnilingus, vaginal sex
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Hermione appears at Neville's, late at night.
A/n:This is for the latest round of![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
firewhiskeyfic(Third(!) this year I've done. Fourth in total I think) so this was written drunk. I've tidied up the typing as much as possible and removed the meta comments but otherwise changed it as little as possible. As they were the best bits though you may prefer to read the original unaltered version available Here
The Prompts were: Nearly Headless Nick, Godric's Hollow, Jack-o'-lantern, Graveyard, Harvest Party and Bewitch. I opted to include them asap and write some smut instead.
I've also opted to write way more author's notes than usual. I'm sure you find them entertaining and elucidating though.
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It was the witching hour when Hermione apparated near to Neville’s house. She missed her mark, appearing in a graveyard a short way away from his home. She wound her way through the gravestones and knocked on Neville’s door.
There were jack o'lanterns strewn all over Neville’s garden; their faces visibly improving from the oldest examples to the newest, which were much more elaborate.
The door swung open and Neville beamed at her from within though Hermione thought he looked a little surprised as well.
“Sorry to call so late,” she said “I was stuck at a harvest party at Godric’s Hollow for ages.”
“A harvest party?” Neville said.
“Yes, a party. Celebrating the harvest. Nearly Headless Nick was talking my ear off and I couldn’t get away.”
“Nearly Headless Nick was at a harvest party in Godric’s Hollow?”
“Where else would he be?” Hermione asked.
Neville blinked then he stepped away from the door and let her into his cottage.
Hermione followed him in smiling.
Neville’s cottage was a smaller affair only a few rooms and most of the first floor was taken up with a bedroom with a big but worn double bed that Hermione knew from experience to be immensely comfortable.
“And that was just the last part of a long and tiring week, the last part as well,” Hermione said as the door closed behind her. “So here I am.”
“Here to bewitch me with your beguiling ways?” Neville asked.
“Do you need it?” Hermione said theatrically patting her pockets. “I’ve got my wand here somewhere.”
“You don’t need to bewitch me,” Neville said, his arms wrapping around her middle to pull her close, “you manage that fine all by yourself”
He leant down a bit and kissed her. Hermione went on her tiptoes to deepen it her arms going around his neck, one hand tangled up in his fine silky brown hair as she was pulled close to his chest.
After she and Ron had broke up she had ended up in a casual thing with Neville. Who had had a thing for her for almost as long as Ron if she remembered the Yule ball correctly. It certainly beat out going with anyone with any connection to Slytherin house for sure. Neville was sweet and you would think quite biddable but the confidence he’d gained over the years of at Hogwarts and left him with a certain amount of quiet self confidence and he was more than willing to throw a lady down and ravish her mercilessly so long as that was what the lady in question wanted.
And since Hermione was the lady in question and she did want that, everything was fine.
Hermione was pulled tight to Neville’s chest, and snogged him passionately, her tongue delving into his mouth as his hand ventured down to her bum, cupping and squeezing and groping her arse to his heart’s content as she moaned wantonly into his mouth.
“Fuck,” she gasped into his mouth, “fuck, I want to...”
“Fuck?” Neville asked with a shy smile as Hermione’s usually sophisticated vocabulary failed her.
“Exactly.”
They headed upstairs exchanging kisses every few steps while also discarding most of their clothes.
Once they were in the bedroom, Neville threw Hermione down onto the old, soft bed. She sank into it and Neville came down on top of her. It could have been scary with Neville’s weight on top of her; it wasn’t.
They snogged, Hermione’s arms around his middle, her fingers digging into Neville’s back, her legs spread wide, so the bulging front of his boxers pressed again the barely there lace of her knickers.
Hermione moaned and gasped; all facility for complicated language lost to her as she squirmed and writhed underneath Neville. Her head raised and her neck arched, presenting her throat for Neville to nibble and suck upon.
Neville worked down her body in standard fashion, placing kisses on her shoulders, tugging at the straps of the bra she was wearing with his teeth to pull it down and sucking on her dark brown nipples. He hefted himself off her to place more kisses across her soft stomach. Her legs were already spread wide when he reached between them to remove her knickers and unveil a bushy patch of hair there. He lapped at her wet cunt eagerly, even as those legs closed again, tight around his head. His strong grip held onto her thighs and hoisted them up to drape over his shoulders as he applied his tongue in soft swirling motions over her clit, causing Hermione to wail and cry out and gush over the fingers he pushed into her as she came. She fell back on the bed limply but was soon ready to go again as Neville discarded his boxers which were the last remaining piece of clothing either of them were wearing.
Not quite willing to let Neville do all the work, Hermione switched their positions so he was seated on the bed and she was kneeling between his legs, she wrapped her mouth about his cock, sucking it while her hands cupped his balls and stroked his shaft coaxing him until he was fully hard and impressively long and thick.
It was slightly intimidating straddling that cock but it was not like she hadn’t done it before. She placed one hand on Neville’s chest and directed his cock at her pussy with the other and then she she slowly impaled herself upon it. She went cross eyed by the time she was half way down she was sure but by then Neville’s strong hands were on her leg and her hip supporting and guiding her down. She gasped as she came to rest fully down on him. Then she started to rotate her hips, moving more in sideways and back and forth motions than up and down while she got used to it before starting to bounce herself down and up on it. She couldn’t last long in this position before coming again and slumping across Neville’s chest in a satiated heap, quite happy to sleep there for the rest of the night.
But it was not to be. Five minutes later she was on her hands and knees. Throwing her hips back as Neville ploughed into her from behind. He had one hand on her hips and the other gripping as big a bunch of her bushy brown hair as he could, both of them urging her backwards.
Twenty minutes after that she was on her back again, with her hips upturned, her legs hooked over Neville’s shoulder as he filled her completely an utterly as she hoarsely moaned endearments and words of encouragement.
An hour after that they were spooned up together, with Neville planting kisses on the side of her face, her neck and shoulder, he was barely moving his hips now, slowly fucking her from behind, while a free hand reached around her to play with her clit, seeing if he could tease her into another orgasm.
He might just manage it as well.
By the time morning came, Hermione had lost count of how many orgasms she and Neville had shared, hadn’t had an hour’s consecutive sleep all night and was going to be absolutely shattered and exhausted for days.
And she just couldn’t be happier about it.
Rating:NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Hermione Granger/Neville Longbottom
Word Count: 1,224
Content: PWP, Blowjob, cunnilingus, vaginal sex
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Hermione appears at Neville's, late at night.
A/n:This is for the latest round of
firewhiskeyfic(Third(!) this year I've done. Fourth in total I think) so this was written drunk. I've tidied up the typing as much as possible and removed the meta comments but otherwise changed it as little as possible. As they were the best bits though you may prefer to read the original unaltered version available Here The Prompts were: Nearly Headless Nick, Godric's Hollow, Jack-o'-lantern, Graveyard, Harvest Party and Bewitch. I opted to include them asap and write some smut instead.
I've also opted to write way more author's notes than usual. I'm sure you find them entertaining and elucidating though.
-----
It was the witching hour when Hermione apparated near to Neville’s house. She missed her mark, appearing in a graveyard a short way away from his home. She wound her way through the gravestones and knocked on Neville’s door.
There were jack o'lanterns strewn all over Neville’s garden; their faces visibly improving from the oldest examples to the newest, which were much more elaborate.
The door swung open and Neville beamed at her from within though Hermione thought he looked a little surprised as well.
“Sorry to call so late,” she said “I was stuck at a harvest party at Godric’s Hollow for ages.”
“A harvest party?” Neville said.
“Yes, a party. Celebrating the harvest. Nearly Headless Nick was talking my ear off and I couldn’t get away.”
“Nearly Headless Nick was at a harvest party in Godric’s Hollow?”
“Where else would he be?” Hermione asked.
Neville blinked then he stepped away from the door and let her into his cottage.
Hermione followed him in smiling.
Neville’s cottage was a smaller affair only a few rooms and most of the first floor was taken up with a bedroom with a big but worn double bed that Hermione knew from experience to be immensely comfortable.
“And that was just the last part of a long and tiring week, the last part as well,” Hermione said as the door closed behind her. “So here I am.”
“Here to bewitch me with your beguiling ways?” Neville asked.
“Do you need it?” Hermione said theatrically patting her pockets. “I’ve got my wand here somewhere.”
“You don’t need to bewitch me,” Neville said, his arms wrapping around her middle to pull her close, “you manage that fine all by yourself”
He leant down a bit and kissed her. Hermione went on her tiptoes to deepen it her arms going around his neck, one hand tangled up in his fine silky brown hair as she was pulled close to his chest.
After she and Ron had broke up she had ended up in a casual thing with Neville. Who had had a thing for her for almost as long as Ron if she remembered the Yule ball correctly. It certainly beat out going with anyone with any connection to Slytherin house for sure. Neville was sweet and you would think quite biddable but the confidence he’d gained over the years of at Hogwarts and left him with a certain amount of quiet self confidence and he was more than willing to throw a lady down and ravish her mercilessly so long as that was what the lady in question wanted.
And since Hermione was the lady in question and she did want that, everything was fine.
Hermione was pulled tight to Neville’s chest, and snogged him passionately, her tongue delving into his mouth as his hand ventured down to her bum, cupping and squeezing and groping her arse to his heart’s content as she moaned wantonly into his mouth.
“Fuck,” she gasped into his mouth, “fuck, I want to...”
“Fuck?” Neville asked with a shy smile as Hermione’s usually sophisticated vocabulary failed her.
“Exactly.”
They headed upstairs exchanging kisses every few steps while also discarding most of their clothes.
Once they were in the bedroom, Neville threw Hermione down onto the old, soft bed. She sank into it and Neville came down on top of her. It could have been scary with Neville’s weight on top of her; it wasn’t.
They snogged, Hermione’s arms around his middle, her fingers digging into Neville’s back, her legs spread wide, so the bulging front of his boxers pressed again the barely there lace of her knickers.
Hermione moaned and gasped; all facility for complicated language lost to her as she squirmed and writhed underneath Neville. Her head raised and her neck arched, presenting her throat for Neville to nibble and suck upon.
Neville worked down her body in standard fashion, placing kisses on her shoulders, tugging at the straps of the bra she was wearing with his teeth to pull it down and sucking on her dark brown nipples. He hefted himself off her to place more kisses across her soft stomach. Her legs were already spread wide when he reached between them to remove her knickers and unveil a bushy patch of hair there. He lapped at her wet cunt eagerly, even as those legs closed again, tight around his head. His strong grip held onto her thighs and hoisted them up to drape over his shoulders as he applied his tongue in soft swirling motions over her clit, causing Hermione to wail and cry out and gush over the fingers he pushed into her as she came. She fell back on the bed limply but was soon ready to go again as Neville discarded his boxers which were the last remaining piece of clothing either of them were wearing.
Not quite willing to let Neville do all the work, Hermione switched their positions so he was seated on the bed and she was kneeling between his legs, she wrapped her mouth about his cock, sucking it while her hands cupped his balls and stroked his shaft coaxing him until he was fully hard and impressively long and thick.
It was slightly intimidating straddling that cock but it was not like she hadn’t done it before. She placed one hand on Neville’s chest and directed his cock at her pussy with the other and then she she slowly impaled herself upon it. She went cross eyed by the time she was half way down she was sure but by then Neville’s strong hands were on her leg and her hip supporting and guiding her down. She gasped as she came to rest fully down on him. Then she started to rotate her hips, moving more in sideways and back and forth motions than up and down while she got used to it before starting to bounce herself down and up on it. She couldn’t last long in this position before coming again and slumping across Neville’s chest in a satiated heap, quite happy to sleep there for the rest of the night.
But it was not to be. Five minutes later she was on her hands and knees. Throwing her hips back as Neville ploughed into her from behind. He had one hand on her hips and the other gripping as big a bunch of her bushy brown hair as he could, both of them urging her backwards.
Twenty minutes after that she was on her back again, with her hips upturned, her legs hooked over Neville’s shoulder as he filled her completely an utterly as she hoarsely moaned endearments and words of encouragement.
An hour after that they were spooned up together, with Neville planting kisses on the side of her face, her neck and shoulder, he was barely moving his hips now, slowly fucking her from behind, while a free hand reached around her to play with her clit, seeing if he could tease her into another orgasm.
He might just manage it as well.
By the time morning came, Hermione had lost count of how many orgasms she and Neville had shared, hadn’t had an hour’s consecutive sleep all night and was going to be absolutely shattered and exhausted for days.
And she just couldn’t be happier about it.
