Fic: Difference of Opinion (NC-17)
Hee! I can't believe I wrote this! It's absolutely filthy. I should give warnings for rough sex and dirty talk. It's Neville/Hannah (as if I'm capable of writing anything else these days).
Special thanks to lash_larue for looking it over.
“Neville? Is everything all right?” He was slumped in one of her armchairs, a half-empty glass of Firewhiskey smoking on the side table. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked ready to sick up at any second.
“I... I can’t do it.”
Hannah knew what the problem was. He had gotten very quiet after their last talk, the one when he had asked about her preferences in bed. He hadn’t been by the pub for two days, and tonight he had not said much to her at all, just given her a perfunctory kiss in Tom’s office before heading up to her room. “Neville, it’s all right. It was just a fantasy, we don’t have to...”
“No, that’s not what I meant. It’s us... I can’t do this anymore.” He stood up unsteadily.
He had to be lying. He loved her. For him to throw her over because she had confessed something unexpected? Well, that was very un-Neville like. “I won’t let you break up with me.”
“I don’t want to, Hannah, but you’re not leaving me much choice in the matter.” he said, advancing on her slowly. “You’re not the woman I thought you were.”
Anger surged through her. He was actually giving up on them for something so trivial. “You’re serious? Because I’m not virtuous enough for the great Gryffindor Hero, you’re dropping me?”
“Well, look at it from my side, Hannah. I’ve been in love with you for two years. You finally give me a chance. I was so happy. My Gran likes you! And now I find out...” He gripped her arms tightly, fingers digging into her biceps, and forced her to step backwards until she hit the door.
“Neville, you’re hurting me.”
He spun her around and slammed her against the door. “No more than you deserve, you little slut,” he growled into her ear. Arousal coursed through her body as she realized what was about to happen. She moaned as he pressed himself against her.
“God, yes,” she hissed.
“Shut up. You don’t get to talk, whore.” His voice was low and fierce and it shot through her body, causing every nerve to stand at attention. She felt him press his wand into her back, and her dress disintegrated, leaving her vulnerable to his touch. He pinned her to the door with his body, his cock digging into her arse. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You’re gagging for it.” She groaned her response, unable to form actual words. This was better than anything she had expected when she had hesitantly expressed her interest, and it thrilled her beyond description.
“I think I’m gonna make you wait. Slut like you probably hasn’t heard the word ‘no’ in a long time,” he said, thrusting himself against her. His fingers were digging painfully into her hipbones, and she could feel the buttons of his shirt making small, round impressions in her back. She hoped they would leave bruises. One hand coasted up to pull at her nipple while the other slipped into the waistband of her knickers, teasing, sliding between her dripping wet folds, but never reaching the crucial place. She twisted and squirmed, straining for some contact, some release, but he had her trapped between the cold, hard door and his hot, hard body.
“I’m in charge here, you fucking slag,” he barked. “You’ll be still if you know what’s good for you.” He twisted her nipples in his fingers, causing the most exquisite pain she had ever experienced. Hannah whimpered and felt his cock twitch against the crack of her arse. He was enjoying this as much as she was, and the knowledge made her forget everything except her own need.
“Fingers. Now.” she breathed. He twisted one hand in her hair and jerked her head back, burying his other in her cunt, stroking and rubbing, bringing her close to ecstasy but not allowing her a release. “Please,” she begged, “Neville, I need...”
“You need what I fucking tell you to need, you little whore,” he said, slamming her into the door. She moaned as he ripped her knickers off, the elastic snapping against her skin. She screamed when he shoved his cock inside her and thrust into her again and again, streams of abuse flowing from his lips as easily as terms of endearment usually did. Her nipples scraped against the rough wood of the door as he pounded into her ferociously. She barely recognized her own voice shouting fuck me harder, harder, hurt me Neville, and he bit down onto her shoulder sharply as she came in great, shuddering spasms.
He caught her under the arms when her knees buckled, and laid her gently on her bed. She sighed and embraced him as he became the Neville she knew again, the one who loved her so fiercely. He kissed and caressed every inch of her body and murmured sweet nothings in her hair. “Are you all right?”
“All right? Neville, that was... I... Thank you.” She pulled his mouth to hers, hoping to express in a kiss what she couldn’t in words.
“I wasn’t sure if that was what you wanted. I couldn’t work in the bit with the ropes,” he said hesitantly. Hannah smiled and ruffled his hair. He was adorable when he was like this, when she could see the shy little boy she used to know in the face of the man she had come to love.
“Neville, you were perfect. Only, can we use a code word next time? I didn’t know how far you were going to go.”
“N-next time?” He looked terrified. “Hannah, please don’t make me do that again.” Recognizing the question in her eyes, he continued. “You don’t know what it took for me to say those things to you. I can’t go through that again.”
She was shocked. Had he really hated it that much? “But you were so incredible! I’ve never come harder in my life, Neville. You were amazing.”
He chuckled mirthlessly. “I still haven’t come.”
“What?”
“I took a potion so I would stay hard. I’ve spent the last two days trying to think of things about you that annoy me . Do you know what I came up with? ‘Works too hard’ and ‘bites her cuticles’. I’ll tie you up if you like, and I’ll try not to be gentle if you get off on pain, but don’t make me call you those names ever again.”
“All right,” she murmured against his lips. She kissed him, amazed again at the depth of his love for her. He’d gone through all that trouble just to satisfy one of her whims. She wasn’t unhappy with their sex life, but he had insisted on knowing what she liked. Based on his reaction at the time, she hadn’t expected him to follow through. Once again, she was struck with the guilt of knowing that she would never be able to love him as much as he loved her. He seemed to be all right with that, and Hannah wondered if she ever would be.
Looking down at his still erect cock, she asked, “Do you want me to take care of that for you?”
He shook his head. “The girl in the shop in Knockturn said I need to let it wear off on its own. It’s supposed to be for, y’know, professional escorts and the like.” He yawned. “I’m actually kind of tired. Can we just hold each other?” She nodded and he curled himself against her back and kissed the wound he had left on her shoulder. Within minutes he was snoring peacefully, while she stared at the wall and wondered what she had ever done to deserve him. He snorted and sleepily flicked her hair away from his nose. She reached back to tie it up -- she needed a bit of a trim -- and a strand of it fell over her face. She gasped in shock.
“Neville,” she asked his sleeping form, “why is my hair black?”
Special thanks to lash_larue for looking it over.
“Neville? Is everything all right?” He was slumped in one of her armchairs, a half-empty glass of Firewhiskey smoking on the side table. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked ready to sick up at any second.
“I... I can’t do it.”
Hannah knew what the problem was. He had gotten very quiet after their last talk, the one when he had asked about her preferences in bed. He hadn’t been by the pub for two days, and tonight he had not said much to her at all, just given her a perfunctory kiss in Tom’s office before heading up to her room. “Neville, it’s all right. It was just a fantasy, we don’t have to...”
“No, that’s not what I meant. It’s us... I can’t do this anymore.” He stood up unsteadily.
He had to be lying. He loved her. For him to throw her over because she had confessed something unexpected? Well, that was very un-Neville like. “I won’t let you break up with me.”
“I don’t want to, Hannah, but you’re not leaving me much choice in the matter.” he said, advancing on her slowly. “You’re not the woman I thought you were.”
Anger surged through her. He was actually giving up on them for something so trivial. “You’re serious? Because I’m not virtuous enough for the great Gryffindor Hero, you’re dropping me?”
“Well, look at it from my side, Hannah. I’ve been in love with you for two years. You finally give me a chance. I was so happy. My Gran likes you! And now I find out...” He gripped her arms tightly, fingers digging into her biceps, and forced her to step backwards until she hit the door.
“Neville, you’re hurting me.”
He spun her around and slammed her against the door. “No more than you deserve, you little slut,” he growled into her ear. Arousal coursed through her body as she realized what was about to happen. She moaned as he pressed himself against her.
“God, yes,” she hissed.
“Shut up. You don’t get to talk, whore.” His voice was low and fierce and it shot through her body, causing every nerve to stand at attention. She felt him press his wand into her back, and her dress disintegrated, leaving her vulnerable to his touch. He pinned her to the door with his body, his cock digging into her arse. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You’re gagging for it.” She groaned her response, unable to form actual words. This was better than anything she had expected when she had hesitantly expressed her interest, and it thrilled her beyond description.
“I think I’m gonna make you wait. Slut like you probably hasn’t heard the word ‘no’ in a long time,” he said, thrusting himself against her. His fingers were digging painfully into her hipbones, and she could feel the buttons of his shirt making small, round impressions in her back. She hoped they would leave bruises. One hand coasted up to pull at her nipple while the other slipped into the waistband of her knickers, teasing, sliding between her dripping wet folds, but never reaching the crucial place. She twisted and squirmed, straining for some contact, some release, but he had her trapped between the cold, hard door and his hot, hard body.
“I’m in charge here, you fucking slag,” he barked. “You’ll be still if you know what’s good for you.” He twisted her nipples in his fingers, causing the most exquisite pain she had ever experienced. Hannah whimpered and felt his cock twitch against the crack of her arse. He was enjoying this as much as she was, and the knowledge made her forget everything except her own need.
“Fingers. Now.” she breathed. He twisted one hand in her hair and jerked her head back, burying his other in her cunt, stroking and rubbing, bringing her close to ecstasy but not allowing her a release. “Please,” she begged, “Neville, I need...”
“You need what I fucking tell you to need, you little whore,” he said, slamming her into the door. She moaned as he ripped her knickers off, the elastic snapping against her skin. She screamed when he shoved his cock inside her and thrust into her again and again, streams of abuse flowing from his lips as easily as terms of endearment usually did. Her nipples scraped against the rough wood of the door as he pounded into her ferociously. She barely recognized her own voice shouting fuck me harder, harder, hurt me Neville, and he bit down onto her shoulder sharply as she came in great, shuddering spasms.
He caught her under the arms when her knees buckled, and laid her gently on her bed. She sighed and embraced him as he became the Neville she knew again, the one who loved her so fiercely. He kissed and caressed every inch of her body and murmured sweet nothings in her hair. “Are you all right?”
“All right? Neville, that was... I... Thank you.” She pulled his mouth to hers, hoping to express in a kiss what she couldn’t in words.
“I wasn’t sure if that was what you wanted. I couldn’t work in the bit with the ropes,” he said hesitantly. Hannah smiled and ruffled his hair. He was adorable when he was like this, when she could see the shy little boy she used to know in the face of the man she had come to love.
“Neville, you were perfect. Only, can we use a code word next time? I didn’t know how far you were going to go.”
“N-next time?” He looked terrified. “Hannah, please don’t make me do that again.” Recognizing the question in her eyes, he continued. “You don’t know what it took for me to say those things to you. I can’t go through that again.”
She was shocked. Had he really hated it that much? “But you were so incredible! I’ve never come harder in my life, Neville. You were amazing.”
He chuckled mirthlessly. “I still haven’t come.”
“What?”
“I took a potion so I would stay hard. I’ve spent the last two days trying to think of things about you that annoy me . Do you know what I came up with? ‘Works too hard’ and ‘bites her cuticles’. I’ll tie you up if you like, and I’ll try not to be gentle if you get off on pain, but don’t make me call you those names ever again.”
“All right,” she murmured against his lips. She kissed him, amazed again at the depth of his love for her. He’d gone through all that trouble just to satisfy one of her whims. She wasn’t unhappy with their sex life, but he had insisted on knowing what she liked. Based on his reaction at the time, she hadn’t expected him to follow through. Once again, she was struck with the guilt of knowing that she would never be able to love him as much as he loved her. He seemed to be all right with that, and Hannah wondered if she ever would be.
Looking down at his still erect cock, she asked, “Do you want me to take care of that for you?”
He shook his head. “The girl in the shop in Knockturn said I need to let it wear off on its own. It’s supposed to be for, y’know, professional escorts and the like.” He yawned. “I’m actually kind of tired. Can we just hold each other?” She nodded and he curled himself against her back and kissed the wound he had left on her shoulder. Within minutes he was snoring peacefully, while she stared at the wall and wondered what she had ever done to deserve him. He snorted and sleepily flicked her hair away from his nose. She reached back to tie it up -- she needed a bit of a trim -- and a strand of it fell over her face. She gasped in shock.
“Neville,” she asked his sleeping form, “why is my hair black?”