Leigh!fic | If These Walls Could Talk (1/1) | Neville Longbottom/Millicent Bulstrode
Title: If These Walls Could Talk (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Neville Longbottom/Millicent Bulstrode
Rating: R
Word Count: 395
Summary: If walls could talk... they would be scandalized.
Author’s Notes: Written for last week's posting at hp_humpdrabbles.
The Hogsmeade High Street was eerily deserted. It was hardly surprising, given that it was half past three in the morning and raining buckets to boot. The bars were closed, the students tucked away in their beds as rainwater washed over the centuries-old cobblestone street.
If anyone had been awake to look out their window, they would have been surprised to see two figures pressed together in the alley next to the Hog's Head. If they hadn't immediately closed the curtains, they might have even recognized one of them: Neville Longbottom, resident Herbology professor and war hero.
They wouldn't have recognized the woman. Why would they? Millicent Bulstrode was fairly unremarkable, as far as women went. Apart from being slightly larger than most women, she was normal -- the sort of face one might see in an instant and forget in the next.
But not to Neville.
There was no one to hear the ragged desperation in his voice when he pressed his lips to her ear, whispering words of desire and promise. There was no one to see the way Millicent clung to him, her arms wrapped tight around him as she fought against her own nature. When it was like this, the two of them, she could let her walls down -- but it was so hard.
None of the good citizens of Hogsmeade were witness to their frantic coupling, half hidden in the shadows. Only Millicent saw the way Neville's hands cupped her heavy breasts before he ducked his head and pressed his lips to the round curve. It was for her benefit and hers alone that he let one hand slip beneath her skirt and find her waiting sex. There was no one to hear her moan of pleasure when he pressed two fingers into her wet heat.
And with the way the rain poured down around them, there was no one to see or hear their frantic coupling. It wasn't the most romantic of spots, and there was a decent chance one or both of them would have a head cold in the coming days, but it was enough to Millicent. When the sun rose, there would be no visible sign of their time together.
Good thing, too, if only for the town residents. If walls could talk... they would be scandalized.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Neville Longbottom/Millicent Bulstrode
Rating: R
Word Count: 395
Summary: If walls could talk... they would be scandalized.
Author’s Notes: Written for last week's posting at hp_humpdrabbles.
The Hogsmeade High Street was eerily deserted. It was hardly surprising, given that it was half past three in the morning and raining buckets to boot. The bars were closed, the students tucked away in their beds as rainwater washed over the centuries-old cobblestone street.
If anyone had been awake to look out their window, they would have been surprised to see two figures pressed together in the alley next to the Hog's Head. If they hadn't immediately closed the curtains, they might have even recognized one of them: Neville Longbottom, resident Herbology professor and war hero.
They wouldn't have recognized the woman. Why would they? Millicent Bulstrode was fairly unremarkable, as far as women went. Apart from being slightly larger than most women, she was normal -- the sort of face one might see in an instant and forget in the next.
But not to Neville.
There was no one to hear the ragged desperation in his voice when he pressed his lips to her ear, whispering words of desire and promise. There was no one to see the way Millicent clung to him, her arms wrapped tight around him as she fought against her own nature. When it was like this, the two of them, she could let her walls down -- but it was so hard.
None of the good citizens of Hogsmeade were witness to their frantic coupling, half hidden in the shadows. Only Millicent saw the way Neville's hands cupped her heavy breasts before he ducked his head and pressed his lips to the round curve. It was for her benefit and hers alone that he let one hand slip beneath her skirt and find her waiting sex. There was no one to hear her moan of pleasure when he pressed two fingers into her wet heat.
And with the way the rain poured down around them, there was no one to see or hear their frantic coupling. It wasn't the most romantic of spots, and there was a decent chance one or both of them would have a head cold in the coming days, but it was enough to Millicent. When the sun rose, there would be no visible sign of their time together.
Good thing, too, if only for the town residents. If walls could talk... they would be scandalized.