Fic: Party For Two (Neville/Ginny)
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Title: Party For Two
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley
Word Count: ~1,600
Content: Mention of minor Character death, mention of past Harry/Ginny, seduction, intercrural sex, 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: Neville has a surprising visit on his birthday.
A/n: Unbeta'd, bit of a rush job for the day.
- - -
Mid evening on Neville Longbottom's birthday, his first alone since his Grandma's passing away, there was a knock on his door. Neville jerked in surprise, not having expected visitors and slowly approached his front door. Slowly enough that there was another wrap upon it before he reached it.
He opened it a crack and saw small figure wrapped in a cloak. She had warm brown eyes, a lock of red hair stuck out from under a hood and a gift bag in hand. Unbidden a broad smile rose on Neville's lips and his hands fumbled on the chain of his door, on his third attempted he undid and pulled it wide.
"Hi Ginny," He said enthusiastically, "Umm.. what are you doing here?"
"Here to wish you a happy birthday, of course," Ginny said, extending the arm with the giftbag.
"Oh thank you," Neville said with another broad smile and then he flushed pink and his brow furrowed. "I.. umm.. err.. you do know the parties not until the weekend right?"
"I do." Ginny said, lowering the arm. "The joint party."
There was just the slightest undertone to the words. Neville and Harry Potter had born a day apart and were combining their events into one big celebration as they liked almost all the same people. Such as Ginny Weasley, Harry's ex.
"Umm… you are coming, I hope?" Neville said.
"Yes, of course," Ginny said, rallying with a smile, that set something moving low down in Neville's body. "But I want to give you some personal attention as well."
Neville's mouth went dry and he nodded.
"And some help with party etiquette." Ginny said, "since I know you have trouble."
"Oh, I do?" said Neville, not sure whether he should be offended.
"You do," Ginny said. "First lesson, don't leave guest standing on the matt."
Neville blinked and stepped away from the door.
"Do come in," he said.
"Take their gift" – Neville took the bag and put in on sideboard inside the door – "and their clothes. Outerwear I mean." The last three words spilled quickly from Ginny's mouth.
Neville swallowed, and gentle took Ginny's cloak directly off her shoulders. Doing so meant getting closer enough to feel the warmth of her body, and smell a floral scent of perfume that lingered on his senses, the same way Ginny lingered close to him.
Ginny was wearing a party dress, abbreviated in length, low cut and made a slinky green material that set off her red hair.
He was begin to realise why she was here and it was just more than a forlorn hope of his wildest imaginations. This talk of teaching him, what did she think he needed instruction in?
Neville was always discreet, so he probably had more experience in a certain area than she imagined.
"And next, I say come and sit down?" Neville asked wryly.
"Right, and you might want to offer around your present" Ginny said, sitting down on the edge of her sofa.
"Well that ruins the surprise," Neville said, extracting a bottle of what looked to be Luna Lovegood's home mademead from the gift bag.
The pretence fade as they sat and chatted and drank the wine but after a couple of glasses, Ginny came to her feet again.
"Right, parties."
"I've been to parties, Ginny," Neville said, bemused by the reversion, in topic.
"No, listen," Ginny said, seeming to brace herself and pulling out her wand. Wide eyed Neville paid attention, but she merely pointed it his record player, and it started playing music, though not music from one his records. "There's always dancing at parties."
"We've danced before." Neville said. "I didn't think you enjoyed it."
"That was a long time ago," Ginny said primly. "and this time you're relaxed and it's just us."
It was just them and that made Neville far from relaxed he thought but he got to his feet and bopped about to the beat a bit.
"You can get closer than that, Neville," said Ginny, very softly.
Neville got closer. He placed one hand on Ginny's shoulder and the other on her hip. Her hands pressed to his chest. Suddenly they were an inch apart. Her perfume filled his sense, he felt her warmth and smooth skin through the dresses thin fabric. Ginny made a soft noise, the meaning of which Neville felt on an animal level.
They revolved on the spot, looking in each other's eyes.
"Is this close enough?" Neville whispered.
Ginny turned, whether she meant to leave or not. Neville didn't let go and then ended up her back to his front, swaying in time with the slow, deep beat. Neville's breath thundered through him, as Ginny let out a long breath and relaxed against him, her bum pressing against him. His hand inching up until it cupped a breast.
The music came to a stop but they reminded entwined. Neville's face pressed against her long flowing hair.
"So at the end of the party, what does the birthday do?"
"Anything they want," Ginny said, turning in his arms, "with anyone they want."
He kissed her, deeply and intensely. The taste of her on his tongue was like a thunderbolt. Given permission, his hands wandered as she clutches him around the neck. He kissed her as the longing of years consumed them.
-
By time they had reached Neville's bedroom, they were naked. Neville was still fiercely kissing Ginny. She'd gone pink and her hands clutched and stroked his chest. He felt like the momentum had changed.
They separated a moment, Ginny looking around the room at the rich but old furnishings.
"It's a nice place," she said looking away from him.
In fact, she hadn't looked down yet at all. Taking the initiative, Neville stepped close behind her.
Neville put his hands on Ginny's hips and lifted her up and back before settling her down, she ended up on her tiptoes straddling and pushing down on his erection.
"Shit, Nev," Ginny whimpered. "Is that you?"
He pushed forward, his cock sliding between her legs, bracketed by her thighs on each side and her lips on top. The dark head of his cock appearing the far side of her body.
Neville's hands wrapped around Ginny's body, an echo of their earlier dance. One hand clasp to a firm pointed breast as he began to thrust.
Ginny gasped and squirmed, riding atop Neville's cock, feeling its length and thickness without even the benefit of being penetrated.
"Are you teasing me Neville?"
"Am I?" Neville said huskily, his lips brushing her ear. "That doesn't sound like me. Besides, are you saying you aren't enjoying this?"
Neville's cock, visible between her legs, each time his hips pressed against her arse, was clearly now shiny with Ginny's wetness.
"No," Ginny said hoarsely. "I didn't say that."
"There you go then," Neville said.
In truth, Neville was teasing himself as much as Ginny, his cock throbbed between her thighs and the wetness leaking over his cock was nothing, he imagined to being in her.
His hands moved to her hips again and he turned her around to face the bed, still with her legs wrapped around his cock, he shuffled them over to it then bent Ginny over.
Getting the idea, she crawled onto it, waggling her firm tight arse as she did so. Neville followed her, kneeling behind her, suppressing a moan at the sight of Ginny's glistening pink pussy.
Ginny gasped as Neville rubbed the thick head of his cock through her folds.
"Ready?" Neville asked.
"Yeah," Ginny said.
Neville pushed into her, moaning as her wet heat engulfed him. He pulled out and pushed back in, as Ginny gasped, each time going a little deep until he was giving nearly all his length on long smooth stokes.
"Uh," went Ginny. "Uh, uh, yeah Neville, take me, fuck me, fuck me."
Neville did, sweat beading on his brow, his hands on her hips and he slammed into her. After long moments he realised she was still on her hands and knees, quivering, clearly enjoying it and yet motionless.
"Maybe, I have something to teach you?" He said softly. "Gin, work with me here, sweetie, work with me it'll feel good."
That time when he was mostly in her, he gave her a little pull on the hips, over the last inch so she was fully pressed against him, the base of cock spreading her wide.
"...Oh," said Ginny. She pushed back herself next time. "Oh. Ohhh. Ohhh!"
Ginny's chest heaved and her little lithe body shone with sweat. Each time Neville thrust a little less deep and Ginny pushed back more, until he was barely moving and she was fucking herself enthusiastically on his cock.
"Ah! Ah! Ahh!" she moaned, suddenly thrashing about, "AAHHH!"
Neville hadn't heard any music sweeter than Ginny's screams of ecstasy and she came. He took over thrusting again, just to push himself over the edge.
"Oh, you're hot, you're amazing, you're perfect," he babbled incoherently as he filled her with spurts of come.
They collapsed together, loosely spooning up on the crumbled sheets. Neville thought maybe he should clean up but he didn't have the energy.
"Thank you," he mumbled to Ginny.
"M-my…" She said, taking a couple of attempts to talk. "My pleasure. Really."
They snuggled closer together and fell asleep.
Title: Party For Two
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley
Word Count: ~1,600
Content: Mention of minor Character death, mention of past Harry/Ginny, seduction, intercrural sex, 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: Neville has a surprising visit on his birthday.
A/n: Unbeta'd, bit of a rush job for the day.
- - -
Mid evening on Neville Longbottom's birthday, his first alone since his Grandma's passing away, there was a knock on his door. Neville jerked in surprise, not having expected visitors and slowly approached his front door. Slowly enough that there was another wrap upon it before he reached it.
He opened it a crack and saw small figure wrapped in a cloak. She had warm brown eyes, a lock of red hair stuck out from under a hood and a gift bag in hand. Unbidden a broad smile rose on Neville's lips and his hands fumbled on the chain of his door, on his third attempted he undid and pulled it wide.
"Hi Ginny," He said enthusiastically, "Umm.. what are you doing here?"
"Here to wish you a happy birthday, of course," Ginny said, extending the arm with the giftbag.
"Oh thank you," Neville said with another broad smile and then he flushed pink and his brow furrowed. "I.. umm.. err.. you do know the parties not until the weekend right?"
"I do." Ginny said, lowering the arm. "The joint party."
There was just the slightest undertone to the words. Neville and Harry Potter had born a day apart and were combining their events into one big celebration as they liked almost all the same people. Such as Ginny Weasley, Harry's ex.
"Umm… you are coming, I hope?" Neville said.
"Yes, of course," Ginny said, rallying with a smile, that set something moving low down in Neville's body. "But I want to give you some personal attention as well."
Neville's mouth went dry and he nodded.
"And some help with party etiquette." Ginny said, "since I know you have trouble."
"Oh, I do?" said Neville, not sure whether he should be offended.
"You do," Ginny said. "First lesson, don't leave guest standing on the matt."
Neville blinked and stepped away from the door.
"Do come in," he said.
"Take their gift" – Neville took the bag and put in on sideboard inside the door – "and their clothes. Outerwear I mean." The last three words spilled quickly from Ginny's mouth.
Neville swallowed, and gentle took Ginny's cloak directly off her shoulders. Doing so meant getting closer enough to feel the warmth of her body, and smell a floral scent of perfume that lingered on his senses, the same way Ginny lingered close to him.
Ginny was wearing a party dress, abbreviated in length, low cut and made a slinky green material that set off her red hair.
He was begin to realise why she was here and it was just more than a forlorn hope of his wildest imaginations. This talk of teaching him, what did she think he needed instruction in?
Neville was always discreet, so he probably had more experience in a certain area than she imagined.
"And next, I say come and sit down?" Neville asked wryly.
"Right, and you might want to offer around your present" Ginny said, sitting down on the edge of her sofa.
"Well that ruins the surprise," Neville said, extracting a bottle of what looked to be Luna Lovegood's home mademead from the gift bag.
The pretence fade as they sat and chatted and drank the wine but after a couple of glasses, Ginny came to her feet again.
"Right, parties."
"I've been to parties, Ginny," Neville said, bemused by the reversion, in topic.
"No, listen," Ginny said, seeming to brace herself and pulling out her wand. Wide eyed Neville paid attention, but she merely pointed it his record player, and it started playing music, though not music from one his records. "There's always dancing at parties."
"We've danced before." Neville said. "I didn't think you enjoyed it."
"That was a long time ago," Ginny said primly. "and this time you're relaxed and it's just us."
It was just them and that made Neville far from relaxed he thought but he got to his feet and bopped about to the beat a bit.
"You can get closer than that, Neville," said Ginny, very softly.
Neville got closer. He placed one hand on Ginny's shoulder and the other on her hip. Her hands pressed to his chest. Suddenly they were an inch apart. Her perfume filled his sense, he felt her warmth and smooth skin through the dresses thin fabric. Ginny made a soft noise, the meaning of which Neville felt on an animal level.
They revolved on the spot, looking in each other's eyes.
"Is this close enough?" Neville whispered.
Ginny turned, whether she meant to leave or not. Neville didn't let go and then ended up her back to his front, swaying in time with the slow, deep beat. Neville's breath thundered through him, as Ginny let out a long breath and relaxed against him, her bum pressing against him. His hand inching up until it cupped a breast.
The music came to a stop but they reminded entwined. Neville's face pressed against her long flowing hair.
"So at the end of the party, what does the birthday do?"
"Anything they want," Ginny said, turning in his arms, "with anyone they want."
He kissed her, deeply and intensely. The taste of her on his tongue was like a thunderbolt. Given permission, his hands wandered as she clutches him around the neck. He kissed her as the longing of years consumed them.
-
By time they had reached Neville's bedroom, they were naked. Neville was still fiercely kissing Ginny. She'd gone pink and her hands clutched and stroked his chest. He felt like the momentum had changed.
They separated a moment, Ginny looking around the room at the rich but old furnishings.
"It's a nice place," she said looking away from him.
In fact, she hadn't looked down yet at all. Taking the initiative, Neville stepped close behind her.
Neville put his hands on Ginny's hips and lifted her up and back before settling her down, she ended up on her tiptoes straddling and pushing down on his erection.
"Shit, Nev," Ginny whimpered. "Is that you?"
He pushed forward, his cock sliding between her legs, bracketed by her thighs on each side and her lips on top. The dark head of his cock appearing the far side of her body.
Neville's hands wrapped around Ginny's body, an echo of their earlier dance. One hand clasp to a firm pointed breast as he began to thrust.
Ginny gasped and squirmed, riding atop Neville's cock, feeling its length and thickness without even the benefit of being penetrated.
"Are you teasing me Neville?"
"Am I?" Neville said huskily, his lips brushing her ear. "That doesn't sound like me. Besides, are you saying you aren't enjoying this?"
Neville's cock, visible between her legs, each time his hips pressed against her arse, was clearly now shiny with Ginny's wetness.
"No," Ginny said hoarsely. "I didn't say that."
"There you go then," Neville said.
In truth, Neville was teasing himself as much as Ginny, his cock throbbed between her thighs and the wetness leaking over his cock was nothing, he imagined to being in her.
His hands moved to her hips again and he turned her around to face the bed, still with her legs wrapped around his cock, he shuffled them over to it then bent Ginny over.
Getting the idea, she crawled onto it, waggling her firm tight arse as she did so. Neville followed her, kneeling behind her, suppressing a moan at the sight of Ginny's glistening pink pussy.
Ginny gasped as Neville rubbed the thick head of his cock through her folds.
"Ready?" Neville asked.
"Yeah," Ginny said.
Neville pushed into her, moaning as her wet heat engulfed him. He pulled out and pushed back in, as Ginny gasped, each time going a little deep until he was giving nearly all his length on long smooth stokes.
"Uh," went Ginny. "Uh, uh, yeah Neville, take me, fuck me, fuck me."
Neville did, sweat beading on his brow, his hands on her hips and he slammed into her. After long moments he realised she was still on her hands and knees, quivering, clearly enjoying it and yet motionless.
"Maybe, I have something to teach you?" He said softly. "Gin, work with me here, sweetie, work with me it'll feel good."
That time when he was mostly in her, he gave her a little pull on the hips, over the last inch so she was fully pressed against him, the base of cock spreading her wide.
"...Oh," said Ginny. She pushed back herself next time. "Oh. Ohhh. Ohhh!"
Ginny's chest heaved and her little lithe body shone with sweat. Each time Neville thrust a little less deep and Ginny pushed back more, until he was barely moving and she was fucking herself enthusiastically on his cock.
"Ah! Ah! Ahh!" she moaned, suddenly thrashing about, "AAHHH!"
Neville hadn't heard any music sweeter than Ginny's screams of ecstasy and she came. He took over thrusting again, just to push himself over the edge.
"Oh, you're hot, you're amazing, you're perfect," he babbled incoherently as he filled her with spurts of come.
They collapsed together, loosely spooning up on the crumbled sheets. Neville thought maybe he should clean up but he didn't have the energy.
"Thank you," he mumbled to Ginny.
"M-my…" She said, taking a couple of attempts to talk. "My pleasure. Really."
They snuggled closer together and fell asleep.
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