You sit in your class, not paying attention, and scribble doodles all over your parchment. Whenever you are concentrating on something you tend to bite your lip, not realizing that you are doing it. Today the lesson just seems to drag on, and on, and on. You tap your foot, waiting to be released to your next class. As you begin to look around the room you catch Neville Longbottom's eye, who sits beside you. His eyes are staring at you, but he isn't actually looking at you, it's as if he's daydreaming. You narrow your eyes at him, and begin to chuckle as he continues to stare. You take the piece of parchment you were scribbling on, crumple it up, and throw it at him. The parchment hits him on the nose before skittering to the floor; Neville jumps and blinks his eyes. His hands immediately cover his lap as he clears his throat and shifts awkwardly in his chair. You can't help but laugh at his sudden redness, not really understanding what is wrong with him.

"Is there a problem Miss ______?" Professor Snape looms behind you.

"No, sorry." You hold back more laughter.

You lean back in your chair and continue looking at Neville. He now stares at the front of the class, his arms in his lap, and when he looks at you it's just a brief glance which after he turns away from you more and more. Usually he is very friendly with you and enjoys talking with you, so this behavior is quite strange.

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You make your way out of the class room and wait just outside for Neville. When he walks through the door, holding his books over his lap, he turns the opposite direction of where you stand. You quickly jump and push him. He falls forward a bit, the books still covering him, then turns to look at you. When he realizes it's you his eyes get really wide and he pushes the books against his lap even harder. He shuffles backwards and tries to leave, but you catch him before he can make an escape.

"Neville, what's gotten into you?" You question, your arms crossed.

"I-I'm just not...err...feeling well! Yeah, I've got a bad stomachache." He stutters, looking behind him for an escape.

"For some reason I don't believe you. Why are you acting so weird lately?" You walk towards him.

"I h-haven't!" He stammers.

"Yes you have! It's been like this every day for a week."

"I-I erm...I just...uhhh..." He walks backwards.

"Neville, why are you backing away from me? What is wrong with you?" You grow irritated with him and reach for the sleeve of his robe.

"No! Don-"He yells trying to back away, but his sentence is cut off as he stumbles over his own foot and falls to the floor, his books scattering across the floor.

You throw your hands to your mouth in shock. Neville lays on the ground in front of you, and you now understand why he's been covering his lap so often. You see a very, very large bulge in the crotch of his pants. Neville, red faced, scrambles for his books, shoots up and darts around the corner. You take after him, the corridor almost completely empty, and the corner you turn takes you into a completely empty corridor that you've never been in before. At the very end, leaning against the wall in a small alcove, you see the tail of Neville's robe sticking out. You run to him, and when you get close you notice he has pressed himself back against the wall, trying to not be seen.

"I can still see you Neville." You laugh as you come face to face with him.

"J-just go away, _____. Please." He begs, embarrassed.

"Neville, you don't need to be embarrassed. It's normal." You try to calm him.

"N-not for me it isn't! I'm usually proper good at keeping myself from getting this bad, but just, you always sit next to me and you smell so good and you do the lip biting thing and you're just so pretty that I can't help but feel all...well...you know!" He looks down at his books.

"Neville! Neville, hush, it's not bad." You move towards him, looking down at his books as well.

"It's not?" He looks up at you.

"No. Not at all, I think it's actually quite...attractive." You place your hands on his lower abdomen and lean into him a bit.

You perch yourself on your tip toes, gently take Neville's lip between your teeth, bite down a bit, and then release it, watching it flip back into place, before lowering yourself. Neville, who had been watching you intensely, stares at you, his mouth open a bit. You grab the books from his hands and throw them down to the floor, then grab his hands, wrap them around you and place them on your bum. You softly kiss Neville's neck, he releases a soft moan as he leans his head back against the wall and squeezes your bum. The force he uses lifts you off the ground for a moment, and makes you fall into him even more. Both of you quickly push off each other's robes, now you just wear your uniforms. You push away from him and press yourself against the other wall, his scarlet and gold tie in your hands. He looks at you, hunger in his eyes, and you pull his tie hard, bringing him to crash into you. His weight presses you hard into the stone. He lifts you up, his hands under your thighs, your legs are wrapped around him and your back is supported by the wall.

You feel his lips pressing against your neck, then his teeth pinch your skin, which makes you moan quietly. His hot breath moves to your ears as he grinds his covered erection into you, making you squeak a bit. He moves one arm around your back and the other raises to squeeze tightly around one of your breasts. Neville presses his lips to yours and kisses you intensely, your arms now wrapping round his neck. With every thrust of his covered erection you squeak into his lips. This makes him go wild, and when he pulls back from you, you see his jaw clenched, and his teeth show. The hand which was once on your breast now slides down under the waist band of your skirt, and into your underwear. He sits there for a moment and looks at you.

"Do you want it?" He whispers.

"Yes..." You whine.

"How bad?" He charms, his mouth open a bit.

"So bad...Please..." You beg.

"Say my name, ____." The new found confidence turns you on to no end.

"Neville..."

"Again."

"Neville!"

Suddenly, you feel his fingers thrust into you, and you let out a loud cry. Neville slams his hand over your mouth, your cry has echoed through the corridor. He pumps his fingers into you harder and harder, making you squeak, but the noises are muffled. You look at him and see his face twisted into a grimace of power. Energy surges through your body and Neville leans his face into your neck, and begins to kiss it again. His moans next to your ear makes you even more turned on. But suddenly, everything stops. Neville grows very still, pulls back from you, takes his hand off of your mouth and looks around as if he's listening for something.

"Nevi-"

"Shhhhh..." He puts one finger to your lips. "Someone's coming!"

Neville pulls his fingers from your underwear, puts you down on your feet, and shoves the hand he was just using in his pocket. With the other hand he throws you your robe and grabs his things. He leans against the opposite wall and acts like nothing had happened, giving you a look to do the same. A tall dark man turns to look into the alcove you are standing in, and crosses his arms.

"Skipping class Miss ______ and Mr. Longbottom?" Professor Snape hisses.

"N-no sir! We were just talking and lost track of time!" Neville stutters, a drastic change from the suave boy you had just seen.

"Likely story. The two of you can follow me back to my office and we can discuss your detentions." He turns quickly and stalks off. The two of you follow him.

As you walk you get very close to Neville, reach your hand around and shove it into his back pocket. He looks at you and smiles sweetly, before putting his arm around your shoulders.