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lightofdayeTitle: First Time, In A Long Time
Word Count: ~1,300
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley
Content: past Harry/Ginny, Divorced Harry/Ginny, older characters, 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: After her divorce, Ginny finds companionship (and more) with Neville.
A/n: Respost of the first of two fics I wrote for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hphet's Mini Fest 2026. The prompt used is the summary. (Masterlist: Here)
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Ginny Weasley’s heart was racing as she lay down in Neville Longbottom’s bed alongside of him. Ginny wasn’t complaining but she hadn’t seen this coming at the end of their date. Of course she hadn’t realised it was a date until Neville Longbottom had turned up at her door in dress robes and carrying the most beautiful bouquet of flowers she’d ever seen.
She didn’t know why she was surprised it was hardly the first lot of flowers, Neville had given her. He turned up with pot plants as house warming gift when she’d left Grimmuald Place for her own flat and he’d replaced them all when she killed them.
In fact she’d come to rely on him since the divorce, he was a calm soothing presence, an old friend considered non-threatening by her kids and her ex-husband, not that mattered what Harry thought.
It just proved what he knew, Ginny thought, as she kissed Neville and it was the last time she’d thought about Harry that evening.
They had taken a while to reach Neville’s bedroom. He had kissed her slowly and gently, never taking more than she offered but soon she’d been pressed tight against her chest but now they’d reached it her heart was pounding in her chest. It just it wasn’t only because of excitement.
Somehow Neville knew. He smiled gently, his round face creasing into well-worn lines of the expression.
“Are you okay? You don’t have to do anything, you know.” He said.
“I know that, dummy,” she replied, whacking him with a free hand but only gently. “It’s not that I don’t want to... It’s just…”
“You’re nervous?” Neville prompted, she could only just hear a hint of surprise in his voice.
“It’s stupid. I’ve got three kids but… I’ve only been with one person. Like, ever.”
“I get it. I’ve not exactly got a lot notches on my bedpost,” Neville said, with a little shrug, “so you know, tell me if I do something wrong.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that, come here,” Ginny said, smiling reassuringly and losing her own doubts at the same time.
They kissed again, each of them lying on their side, their hands wandering over each other’s bodies, getting comfortabe.
Ginny’s head lolled backwards and she gasped as she felt Neville’s lips on her neck. She whimpered as his mouth moved downwards. Her hands fluttered as she settling onto the pillow and then she tugged at her dress so it split open down the front. Both their hands scrabbled at her bra clasps but they got it off eventually.
Neville played with and sucked upon her breasts, they were larger than they had been but less firm, he didn’t seem to care, he just lavished them with attention that left her mewling and stroking her hands through his hair. It had more than a little grey streaked through it but was still soft and fine to the touch as it flowed through her fingers.
“Nev, Nev,” Ginny said. “I… I really want this, want you.”
Neville smiled again and shifted positions. He reached over to his bedside table, took a thimble sized bottle of some blue potion and tossed it down without comment. Next he opened a small pot of somethingnext to it and dipped his fingers in it.
Then he kissed her again and his hand pressed between her legs. Ginny moaned and spread them wider, giving him access. Her breath hitched for a moment as his touch went into her knickers and then she moaned. He traced her entrance slowly with one wet fingertip, spreading lubricant wherever it went.
He’d used the lube without asking, it was less an assumption that she’d need it at her age as an assurance it didn’t matter either way.
“Neville,” Ginny whimpered and he pushed the finger into her smoothly, working it in and out her, the gentle smile on his face widening as Ginny moaned at the way he curled his finger up inside of her.
“Neville!” Ginny said again. “Stop teasing me, please.”
Neville’s eyes widened in surprise but he stopped and then following her lead, began to rapidly strip out of his remaining clothes. Ginny, already partially undressed, finished first and drank in the sight of his naked body as it was revealed. He had a little bit of a belly, but his body hair was still dark, and years of exercise and gardenwork had made his upper chest and arms quite muscular. Ginny bit her lip as she looked down, remembering the bottle, and saw that his erection was sizeable and unwavering.
She lay back on his pillows, and spread her legs. There was a sudden warmth and Neville was on top of her, arms braced either side of her.
“Still okay with this?” He asked.
“Absolutely,” Ginny said, honestly. All her doubts were long forgotten.
Neville pushed into her, Ginny gasp feeling herself parted around his width, feeling it rub against her entrance and it pushed deeper and deeper into her. Ginny’s legs jerked as he bottomed out into her. Her arms flailed and then found purchase on his back, holding on as he started to thrust.
Ginny’s head spun, she was floating in pleasure, that went on and on as Neville fell in a rhythm. After a while, she lifted one hand to Neville’s face, cupping it and then kissed him softly between thrusts.
“Gin, Gin, Ginny!” Neville gasped and then it was over and he was rolling off of her. Ginny glanced down but his erection while wet was unabated.
“Nev? What’s wrong?” Ginny asked, sitting up. “That was… that was going well wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, yes, it was good,” Neville panted, pink-faced. “Umm.. too good actually. I wasn’t going to, um, do my duty before I, ah, came you see.”
“Oh,” Ginny said, running her hands through her hair. “Well, I was having fun anyway, it’s not like I haven’t, I’ve never not, while… well… It’s still fun.” Her voice faded away in embarrassed silence.
“I know it is,” Neville said softly, “but not this time, here lie down on your side, um, away from me actually and I’ll show you.”
Ginny frowned, she’d laid down as instructed and then shifted so she was facing away from Neville.
“Oh,” she said, when Neville lay down behind her and wrapped an arm around her.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Neville rumbled and Ginny felt a shiver of sensation pass down the length of her body.
“Oh?” Ginny said, as Neville entered her. He cocked a leg as he stared to move. His body, his cock, filled her up and retreated in a long gentle rhythm.
Neville kissed her; her shoulder, her neck, her temple, she twisted back and he kissed the very corner of her mouth. Ginny felt comfortable in his arms, heat and excitement rose up in her as she relaxed.
“I’ve wanted to this a long time,” Neville whispered to her, the quietest most heartfelt of confessions. “I want this to be perfect.”
“Oh Neville!” Ginny cried as his free hand, still wet with lube and her juices, found her clit and started to rub over it in circles.
Ginny shuddered, her hips rocking beyond her control, her eyes jammed tight shut and she reached her peak and then she relaxed as waves of pleasure broke over her and for the first time in a long time she came.
She was barely aware of Neville gasping and filling her with spurts of come as he climaxed alongside of her.
She was aware, a little time later, that she was rolling over to where Neville lay on his back panting, and snuggled up to his side.
“Assuming you’re still breathing,” Ginny said teasingly, “that was perfect for me.”
His smile was all the response she needed.
Word Count: ~1,300
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley
Content: past Harry/Ginny, Divorced Harry/Ginny, older characters, 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: After her divorce, Ginny finds companionship (and more) with Neville.
A/n: Respost of the first of two fics I wrote for
hphet's Mini Fest 2026. The prompt used is the summary. (Masterlist: Here)---
Ginny Weasley’s heart was racing as she lay down in Neville Longbottom’s bed alongside of him. Ginny wasn’t complaining but she hadn’t seen this coming at the end of their date. Of course she hadn’t realised it was a date until Neville Longbottom had turned up at her door in dress robes and carrying the most beautiful bouquet of flowers she’d ever seen.
She didn’t know why she was surprised it was hardly the first lot of flowers, Neville had given her. He turned up with pot plants as house warming gift when she’d left Grimmuald Place for her own flat and he’d replaced them all when she killed them.
In fact she’d come to rely on him since the divorce, he was a calm soothing presence, an old friend considered non-threatening by her kids and her ex-husband, not that mattered what Harry thought.
It just proved what he knew, Ginny thought, as she kissed Neville and it was the last time she’d thought about Harry that evening.
They had taken a while to reach Neville’s bedroom. He had kissed her slowly and gently, never taking more than she offered but soon she’d been pressed tight against her chest but now they’d reached it her heart was pounding in her chest. It just it wasn’t only because of excitement.
Somehow Neville knew. He smiled gently, his round face creasing into well-worn lines of the expression.
“Are you okay? You don’t have to do anything, you know.” He said.
“I know that, dummy,” she replied, whacking him with a free hand but only gently. “It’s not that I don’t want to... It’s just…”
“You’re nervous?” Neville prompted, she could only just hear a hint of surprise in his voice.
“It’s stupid. I’ve got three kids but… I’ve only been with one person. Like, ever.”
“I get it. I’ve not exactly got a lot notches on my bedpost,” Neville said, with a little shrug, “so you know, tell me if I do something wrong.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that, come here,” Ginny said, smiling reassuringly and losing her own doubts at the same time.
They kissed again, each of them lying on their side, their hands wandering over each other’s bodies, getting comfortabe.
Ginny’s head lolled backwards and she gasped as she felt Neville’s lips on her neck. She whimpered as his mouth moved downwards. Her hands fluttered as she settling onto the pillow and then she tugged at her dress so it split open down the front. Both their hands scrabbled at her bra clasps but they got it off eventually.
Neville played with and sucked upon her breasts, they were larger than they had been but less firm, he didn’t seem to care, he just lavished them with attention that left her mewling and stroking her hands through his hair. It had more than a little grey streaked through it but was still soft and fine to the touch as it flowed through her fingers.
“Nev, Nev,” Ginny said. “I… I really want this, want you.”
Neville smiled again and shifted positions. He reached over to his bedside table, took a thimble sized bottle of some blue potion and tossed it down without comment. Next he opened a small pot of somethingnext to it and dipped his fingers in it.
Then he kissed her again and his hand pressed between her legs. Ginny moaned and spread them wider, giving him access. Her breath hitched for a moment as his touch went into her knickers and then she moaned. He traced her entrance slowly with one wet fingertip, spreading lubricant wherever it went.
He’d used the lube without asking, it was less an assumption that she’d need it at her age as an assurance it didn’t matter either way.
“Neville,” Ginny whimpered and he pushed the finger into her smoothly, working it in and out her, the gentle smile on his face widening as Ginny moaned at the way he curled his finger up inside of her.
“Neville!” Ginny said again. “Stop teasing me, please.”
Neville’s eyes widened in surprise but he stopped and then following her lead, began to rapidly strip out of his remaining clothes. Ginny, already partially undressed, finished first and drank in the sight of his naked body as it was revealed. He had a little bit of a belly, but his body hair was still dark, and years of exercise and gardenwork had made his upper chest and arms quite muscular. Ginny bit her lip as she looked down, remembering the bottle, and saw that his erection was sizeable and unwavering.
She lay back on his pillows, and spread her legs. There was a sudden warmth and Neville was on top of her, arms braced either side of her.
“Still okay with this?” He asked.
“Absolutely,” Ginny said, honestly. All her doubts were long forgotten.
Neville pushed into her, Ginny gasp feeling herself parted around his width, feeling it rub against her entrance and it pushed deeper and deeper into her. Ginny’s legs jerked as he bottomed out into her. Her arms flailed and then found purchase on his back, holding on as he started to thrust.
Ginny’s head spun, she was floating in pleasure, that went on and on as Neville fell in a rhythm. After a while, she lifted one hand to Neville’s face, cupping it and then kissed him softly between thrusts.
“Gin, Gin, Ginny!” Neville gasped and then it was over and he was rolling off of her. Ginny glanced down but his erection while wet was unabated.
“Nev? What’s wrong?” Ginny asked, sitting up. “That was… that was going well wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, yes, it was good,” Neville panted, pink-faced. “Umm.. too good actually. I wasn’t going to, um, do my duty before I, ah, came you see.”
“Oh,” Ginny said, running her hands through her hair. “Well, I was having fun anyway, it’s not like I haven’t, I’ve never not, while… well… It’s still fun.” Her voice faded away in embarrassed silence.
“I know it is,” Neville said softly, “but not this time, here lie down on your side, um, away from me actually and I’ll show you.”
Ginny frowned, she’d laid down as instructed and then shifted so she was facing away from Neville.
“Oh,” she said, when Neville lay down behind her and wrapped an arm around her.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Neville rumbled and Ginny felt a shiver of sensation pass down the length of her body.
“Oh?” Ginny said, as Neville entered her. He cocked a leg as he stared to move. His body, his cock, filled her up and retreated in a long gentle rhythm.
Neville kissed her; her shoulder, her neck, her temple, she twisted back and he kissed the very corner of her mouth. Ginny felt comfortable in his arms, heat and excitement rose up in her as she relaxed.
“I’ve wanted to this a long time,” Neville whispered to her, the quietest most heartfelt of confessions. “I want this to be perfect.”
“Oh Neville!” Ginny cried as his free hand, still wet with lube and her juices, found her clit and started to rub over it in circles.
Ginny shuddered, her hips rocking beyond her control, her eyes jammed tight shut and she reached her peak and then she relaxed as waves of pleasure broke over her and for the first time in a long time she came.
She was barely aware of Neville gasping and filling her with spurts of come as he climaxed alongside of her.
She was aware, a little time later, that she was rolling over to where Neville lay on his back panting, and snuggled up to his side.
“Assuming you’re still breathing,” Ginny said teasingly, “that was perfect for me.”
His smile was all the response she needed.
