DRABBLE: Where Dwell the Brave at Heart
Title: Where Dwell the Brave at Heart
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17; none
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbott
Pairings: Neville/Hannah
Word Count: 500
Note: Written for round three of the Hump Madness challenge at hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was courage.
Disclaimer: All characters and things you recognize belong to the genius that is J.K. Rowling. Words are mine.
He’d fought Death Eaters for the first time in his fifth year, even facing Bellatrix Lestrange and her favorite curse.
A year later, he’d come against the Death Eaters and made it through yet again.
His seventh year had been the worst by far, but still he’d stood his ground, bringing the D.A. back with full force and leading a rebellion of his own in honor of Harry Potter. Seeing “Dumbledore’s Army, still recruiting” on the walls of Hogwarts to this day still made him smile triumphantly.
He’d helped defeat Lord Voldemort at just 17 years old. Not only that, but he’d cut the head off Nagini the Horcrux with a single stroke.
Hell, he’d even asked Ginny Weasley to the Yule Ball in fourth year, and that had certainly taken every ounce of courage he thought he had.
Yet with Hannah lying wantonly in front of him, none of that mattered: Neville Longbottom, celebrated hero, was terrified.
Hannah terrified him because she was beautiful and angelic. She terrified him because he was desperate to please her and afraid he’d mess up or fall flat of her expectations, not because he was inexperienced but because he was so concerned about it. She terrified him because he wanted her badly.
She terrified him because he was falling in love with her.
Hannah chuckled lightly and Neville’s ears reddened. She couldn’t know what he was thinking, but he was sure his nerves were displayed on his sleeve for her to see.
“Stop worrying and come here,” she said, pulling him in for a hungry kiss. His body pressed against hers and Neville felt his ears burn darker as his erection swelled against her leg. Hannah moaned in his mouth at his touch, the seductive sound making Neville jerk involuntarily.
When Hannah broke the kiss, she brought her lips up to his ear, nibbling along the shell before whispering, “I want you inside me. Now.”
A shiver shook Neville’s spine as Hannah opened her legs and moved to kiss him again. As he sank into her slowly, they both groaned in pleasure. It was enough to give Neville the jump he needed and he began to move deeper and faster. When her gasps grew closer together and higher in pitch, Neville snaked a hand between their bodies and pressed his thumb against her clit until she trembled. Hannah fell completely silent and the pause stretched taut between them. When it broke, her words came out in a breathy, perfect whisper. “Oh god, Neville.”
He almost blurted it out after he came, but he just managed to hold it in. He wanted to tell her when she couldn’t think it was physical. He wanted to tell her when the moment could belong to the words alone.
Instead, he moved down her torso, pausing to kiss her breasts softly before moving to the apex of her thighs. He wanted to show her just how he felt about her before he told her.
I love you.
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17; none
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbott
Pairings: Neville/Hannah
Word Count: 500
Note: Written for round three of the Hump Madness challenge at hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was courage.
Disclaimer: All characters and things you recognize belong to the genius that is J.K. Rowling. Words are mine.
He’d fought Death Eaters for the first time in his fifth year, even facing Bellatrix Lestrange and her favorite curse.
A year later, he’d come against the Death Eaters and made it through yet again.
His seventh year had been the worst by far, but still he’d stood his ground, bringing the D.A. back with full force and leading a rebellion of his own in honor of Harry Potter. Seeing “Dumbledore’s Army, still recruiting” on the walls of Hogwarts to this day still made him smile triumphantly.
He’d helped defeat Lord Voldemort at just 17 years old. Not only that, but he’d cut the head off Nagini the Horcrux with a single stroke.
Hell, he’d even asked Ginny Weasley to the Yule Ball in fourth year, and that had certainly taken every ounce of courage he thought he had.
Yet with Hannah lying wantonly in front of him, none of that mattered: Neville Longbottom, celebrated hero, was terrified.
Hannah terrified him because she was beautiful and angelic. She terrified him because he was desperate to please her and afraid he’d mess up or fall flat of her expectations, not because he was inexperienced but because he was so concerned about it. She terrified him because he wanted her badly.
She terrified him because he was falling in love with her.
Hannah chuckled lightly and Neville’s ears reddened. She couldn’t know what he was thinking, but he was sure his nerves were displayed on his sleeve for her to see.
“Stop worrying and come here,” she said, pulling him in for a hungry kiss. His body pressed against hers and Neville felt his ears burn darker as his erection swelled against her leg. Hannah moaned in his mouth at his touch, the seductive sound making Neville jerk involuntarily.
When Hannah broke the kiss, she brought her lips up to his ear, nibbling along the shell before whispering, “I want you inside me. Now.”
A shiver shook Neville’s spine as Hannah opened her legs and moved to kiss him again. As he sank into her slowly, they both groaned in pleasure. It was enough to give Neville the jump he needed and he began to move deeper and faster. When her gasps grew closer together and higher in pitch, Neville snaked a hand between their bodies and pressed his thumb against her clit until she trembled. Hannah fell completely silent and the pause stretched taut between them. When it broke, her words came out in a breathy, perfect whisper. “Oh god, Neville.”
He almost blurted it out after he came, but he just managed to hold it in. He wanted to tell her when she couldn’t think it was physical. He wanted to tell her when the moment could belong to the words alone.
Instead, he moved down her torso, pausing to kiss her breasts softly before moving to the apex of her thighs. He wanted to show her just how he felt about her before he told her.
I love you.