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lightofdayeTitle: Approval
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Hermione Granger
Word Count: 5 x 100
Content: PWP, blowjob, Vaginal sex, humour, Familiars
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: It's important to have a certain ginger's approval before dating Hermione.
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neville100's Prompt #547: "Familiar"
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Neville Longbottom had butterflies from the moment that Hermione Granger invited him back to hers after their date. He thought he knew what that meant.
What he hadn't expected was to be attacked by a tiger the second he walked in through the door. Neville surprised a shout as he realised his first impression had been slightly off the mark.
An incredibly large ginger cat collided with Neville's legs and rubbed up against them, the sound it made was less a purr than a bass rumble.
"That's Crookshanks," Hermione said, giving Neville a glowing look. "That means he likes you."
Hermione made tea while Neville sat on the edge of her sofa, Crookshanks the cat continued to butt his flat face against Neville's legs until he reached down to scratch behind his ears and run his fingers through the cat's fur.
They both stroked the cat while they drank the tea but when they headed up stairs, Neville took a stand.
"Not for cats," he said, and closed on an amused swishing of Crookshank's tail.
"You locked my cat out," Hermione said.
"I don't perform well with an audience."
"Well, we wouldn't want to put you off," Hermione said sultrily.
The beating of the butterflies in Neville's stomach reached a crescendo as he pulled Hermione close and then she was kissing him and pushing herself into his arms and they vanished replaced with soaring exultation.
Neville had wanted to kiss her for a long time, and nothing felt better than doing so.
Unless it was seeing her dress robes falling open to her waist, baring her breasts as she sank to her knees.
Unless was it her mouth wrapping around her cock, heading bobbing up and down eagerly.
Unless it was them tumbling into her bed together, both entirely naked.
Hermione's bushy hair surrounded her face like a halo as Neville positioned himself on top of her. Her brown eyes were round as he pressed his cockhead against her slippery wet entrance.
Oh, Nev…" She gasped.
He went deeper.
"Oh, Nev!" Hermione moaned.
He went deeper.
"Oh!" Words failed her.
He went deeper, bottoming out in Hermione's wet heat. Her hands clutched tight digging into Neville's back. He held still as she adjusted and her grip softened.
Her eyes closed and she let out her a long breath. They went half lidded with pleasure as Neville slowly began to thrust.
Neville filled Hermione Granger's pussy, matching his pace to the clues her arms and shaking legs were giving him as she was entirely nonverbal, gasping and moaning against the crook of his neck.
He wondered how long he could keep this up, forever seemed like a good if impractical idea.
Much later, Neville awoke with a start and a cry as two golden eyes shined out of the dark at him.
"Whazzisit?" Hermione said vaguely.
"Just Crookshanks," Neville said, sighing in relief.
He went to sleep again, with Hermione in his arms and her Familiar curled up at their feet.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Hermione Granger
Word Count: 5 x 100
Content: PWP, blowjob, Vaginal sex, humour, Familiars
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: It's important to have a certain ginger's approval before dating Hermione.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for
neville100's Prompt #547: "Familiar"- - -
Neville Longbottom had butterflies from the moment that Hermione Granger invited him back to hers after their date. He thought he knew what that meant.
What he hadn't expected was to be attacked by a tiger the second he walked in through the door. Neville surprised a shout as he realised his first impression had been slightly off the mark.
An incredibly large ginger cat collided with Neville's legs and rubbed up against them, the sound it made was less a purr than a bass rumble.
"That's Crookshanks," Hermione said, giving Neville a glowing look. "That means he likes you."
Hermione made tea while Neville sat on the edge of her sofa, Crookshanks the cat continued to butt his flat face against Neville's legs until he reached down to scratch behind his ears and run his fingers through the cat's fur.
They both stroked the cat while they drank the tea but when they headed up stairs, Neville took a stand.
"Not for cats," he said, and closed on an amused swishing of Crookshank's tail.
"You locked my cat out," Hermione said.
"I don't perform well with an audience."
"Well, we wouldn't want to put you off," Hermione said sultrily.
The beating of the butterflies in Neville's stomach reached a crescendo as he pulled Hermione close and then she was kissing him and pushing herself into his arms and they vanished replaced with soaring exultation.
Neville had wanted to kiss her for a long time, and nothing felt better than doing so.
Unless it was seeing her dress robes falling open to her waist, baring her breasts as she sank to her knees.
Unless was it her mouth wrapping around her cock, heading bobbing up and down eagerly.
Unless it was them tumbling into her bed together, both entirely naked.
Hermione's bushy hair surrounded her face like a halo as Neville positioned himself on top of her. Her brown eyes were round as he pressed his cockhead against her slippery wet entrance.
Oh, Nev…" She gasped.
He went deeper.
"Oh, Nev!" Hermione moaned.
He went deeper.
"Oh!" Words failed her.
He went deeper, bottoming out in Hermione's wet heat. Her hands clutched tight digging into Neville's back. He held still as she adjusted and her grip softened.
Her eyes closed and she let out her a long breath. They went half lidded with pleasure as Neville slowly began to thrust.
Neville filled Hermione Granger's pussy, matching his pace to the clues her arms and shaking legs were giving him as she was entirely nonverbal, gasping and moaning against the crook of his neck.
He wondered how long he could keep this up, forever seemed like a good if impractical idea.
Much later, Neville awoke with a start and a cry as two golden eyes shined out of the dark at him.
"Whazzisit?" Hermione said vaguely.
"Just Crookshanks," Neville said, sighing in relief.
He went to sleep again, with Hermione in his arms and her Familiar curled up at their feet.
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Date: 2024-09-19 01:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-19 07:10 pm (UTC)Yeah, I wasn't sure what to do with the prompt until I thought of Familiar as a noun! ;)