The right by Parks and Fiction, Chapter 21 Here it pans eye.
Neville froze in the doorway. She smiled up at him from the
couch. Her legs were stretched out in
front of her and she slowly uncrossed and recrossed them.
Neville's gaze tracked every movement before it snapped back
up to hers. What do you think you're doing?
She stretched her arms over her head.
Oh, just relaxing after a long day at work.
As she lowered them, the neckline of the jumper slid off
her shoulder completely. Are you going to leave the door
open? Eyes widening, he stepped in all
the way and slammed it shut. His steps were slow and measured
as he strode towards her. What are you wearing?
She looked down as if seeing it for the first time.
Oh dear, she said. I just grabbed the first thing I
found in the closet. She looked up at him through her
lashes. I forgot I wasn't supposed to
touch your jumpers. Are you mad?
As far as his jumpers went, this one was something else.
Bright red with a giant gold N on the front and green plants
decorating the cuffs, collars, and hem.
The facts that it was obviously made for Neville and not one of
Frank's made her hope he would just get the right amount of
angry about it. His nostrils flared.
Are you wearing anything underneath that?
Not a stitch. Why don't you come over here and
find out? You're such a brat.
She smirked. What are you going to do about
it? He started to say something and
then stopped himself. She saw the flicker of
hesitation in his eyes. She was ready for that.
Sitting up straighter, the jumper slid higher up her thigh.
Neville's gaze dropped down before flicking back up to hers.
First, let me tell you about my day.
She said. Because it was wonderful.
The corner of his mouth rose. Hermione Granger was on the
front page of the Prophet this morning for her do Gooding
Centaur legislation, as I said. His smirk spread.
Wearing an absolutely stunning ensemble designed by me, She
said. I was specifically mentioned as
the designer in the article with glowing praise for my work,
without a single mention of my father, his allegiances, or the
attack on my store in July. It was by far the most
complimentary piece ever written about her, likely because
Hermione Granger was the one wearing her clothes.
But she wasn't about to let that hamper her celebration.
I've been getting owls all day long and I have officially
signed to do the clothing for four major ad campaigns in the
coming year. And I've got so many requests
for designing gowns for Christmas and New Year's Eve
galas. Then I had to turn down 5 models
and two members of minor royalty and counting.
The next three weeks before Christmas were going to be a
nightmare, and she'd never been more excited.
Days like this are everything I dreamed of when I started this
business, and I want to celebrate.
A spark glinted in his eyes. So you stole one of my jumpers
after I specifically told you not to touch them?
She smiled. Going to punish me?
The hesitation was back. Last time we tried that.
You could punish me for that as well, Pansy.
That wasn't a no. She tucked her legs underneath
her body and rested on her knees.
I want you to take me over your knee and spank me so hard that
any time in the next week I try to sit down.
I think of your hands on my body.
Another nostril flare. I want you to make me scream so
hard that tomorrow people think I'm ill and have completely lost
my voice. He leaned down.
I want you to stop touching my clothes.
What about touching myself while wearing your clothes?
Fuck, Pansy. Oh, you can do that too.
She gave him a slow smile. Any time you want.
His eyes narrowed. You know I can't, and you know
why I can't, so stop saying it. She pouted.
Am I in trouble? A flicker of doubt crossed his
face again. Fuck if she'd fucking ruined
this for herself, Nevada. I promise I'm fine, she said.
I didn't like being bent over the bed like that.
But a predatory gleam came back to his gaze.
You like being taken over my knee when I spank you?
Was that all she had to say? She smiled up at him.
Yes. He traced his finger lightly
over her exposed collar bone. My thought I really hurt you.
He said softly. I'm not sure I'm ready for that
yet. Rejection laced with a bit of
humiliation settled in her gut like a heavy stone.
All right. She started to get up, but
Neville's hand wrapped around her throat, stopping her.
Her pulse leapt at the gentle hold.
She could feel the cold brush of his ring against her skin.
And in any case, he said, his voice alone near Perth.
That sent a wave of heat to her core.
I'm not really sure you did anything today worthy of
punishment. I touched your jumpers.
She whispered. He smiled and his hand lowered
to trace the giant N on her chest.
What man in his right mind is going to complain about coming
home to his wife completely naked underneath something that
has his initial on it already wet and desperate for him?
I am not desperate. He pulled away and she nearly
whimpered at the loss of contact.
That sounds more like something that should be rewarded rather
than punished. His hands dropped to his belt
and he started to loosen the buckle.
With a smirk, Pansy started to crawl towards him.
He pulled it off and stopped her before she could unbutton his
trousers. She arched her eyebrows.
Neville smirked and raised her hands above her head.
The jumper slid higher, exposing most of her thighs.
He belted her wrists. Together they stayed suspended
over her head by some sort of wandless, wordless magic.
Holding her carefully, Neville guided her up off the sofa and
into the middle of the rug. The belt pulled her up so high
that she was on her tip toes, lifting the bottom of her jumper
so it barely covered her arse. Neville circled her, a predator
playing with his prey. He stopped in front of her and
smiled. Definitely worthy of a reward.
Something told her they weren't using that word in the same way.
Neville. She whimpered.
He walked behind her and stepped close.
She arched her back, trying to lean into him as his arms
wrapped around her. One slid slowly up the inside of
her thigh while the other wrapped around her waist as if
to steady her. Have I told you lately how much
I love you in my jumpers? She whimpered again.
Fuck, how long was he going to tease her for this time?
One of his hands dipped under the jumper and slid across her
belly towards her breasts. He pushed his knee between her
thighs, forcing them apart as his other hand slid towards her
centre. The jumper pooled above her
breasts, completely exposing her, while Neville stood fully
clothed except for his belt behind her, directly in the
middle of his living room, facing the door where anyone
could see her if they stepped through the door.
The cool brush of metal against her clit made her jump.
Since you like things with my name on them so much.
He whispered into her ear. His free hand teased and plucked
her nipples while he worked the metal of his family ring against
her clit. He didn't use any of the fancy
tricks of the last time he used it on her, just the simple Press
of metal against her core. She could feel her orgasm
building and tried to hold it off, tried not to let him see
that she was about to come, because she knew he was going to
stop it. Come on, Princess.
Neville murmured against the skin of her neck.
Take your reward like a good girl.
She exploded beneath him, her orgasm cresting over her, so
strong her legs gave out. Neville clutched her body
against his, holding her up as he worked her through the
aftershocks. Limp and sated, he carried her
to the bedroom and removed the belt from her wrists and
stripped her out of the jumper. She panted, trying to catch her
breath as he pushed her back onto the mattress.
Spreading her legs, Neville knelt between them and kissed
his way from her belly button to the underside of her breast.
How many VIPs did you have to turn down today?
7 She breathed. He kissed his way back to her
breastbone and travelled up her chest.
That's a rather magical number, right?
I'd say we should celebrate each one.
The slow grin he gave her could only be described as villainous.
So you have 6 left. It took several heartbeats for
her muddled brain to catch up to his meaning.
That's impossible, especially with the orgasms Neville gave
her. His teeth caught on her earlobe
and she gasped. It's like you don't know how
much proving you wrong turns me on, Neville.
Her protests cut off as his hand slipped up to cut her breast.
All she could do was moan as he pinched and rolled her nipple.
I am more than happy to do this all night long, Princess.
He said so. Just so you know, I'm not
stopping until you reach 7 or beg for mercy.
He was, as always, true to his word.
The next two came by of his fingers.
Number 4 was by his mouth so fast and hard he debated if it
would count until she begged him to make it #4 by 5 she was
certain that she would have cried less if he had spanked her
six. He seemed determined to make her
come by stimulating her nipples alone.
She was about ready to use mercy when he reached down and had her
screaming his name with a few quick circles on her clit.
He'd obviously taken her sore throat from screaming comment
very seriously. With a lazy smile, he slid back
down to kiss her between her legs, taking his time like he
hadn't already been at it for Merlin who knew how long, as if
he savoured every lick, kiss and suck.
When she finally exploded in the impossible 7th orgasm, she
dropped back onto the bed, a panting, near sobbing, sweating,
shaking mess. Since the Gryffindor Slytherin
Quidditch match, she'd gotten much more attentive during the
times they'd played together. Not that much.
All she could do was lay there on the tacky red sheets and
absolutely wrung out as Neville took himself in hand and came
all over her chest and stomach. Panting, he dropped next to her.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead.
That was incredible. She couldn't agree more.
You are incredible. Perhaps she'd be capable of
words later, but for now all she could do was cling to him.
How were you doing? She smiled as Neville refilled
her glass water again. After a few minutes of holding
her, he had cleaned them both up and made her drink a glass of
water. She'd never admit it, but this
was her favorite part of all of this.
The gentle, possessive way he took care of her afterwards.
It would have pissed her off in any of her previous
relationships, but with Neville it just felt natural.
Everything else about their relationship might be fake, but
this was real. Forget about not being able to
sit for a week, I don't think I'll be able to walk for that
long. His smirk was pure arrogance.
It suited him. Going to touch my jumpers again.
Mind blowing as that might have been, it was not something she
could endure on a regular basis. Fuck, how did the man punish her
with orgasms? Still, it wouldn't do to shut
that door completely. You have to admit, that one is
particularly hideous. He frowned.
Molly made it for me. Oh, she said that was sweet of
Grandma. It took him a moment, then he
rolled his eyes and dropped back on the bed with an arm flung
over his face. Don't make jokes about that,
Humour is my coping mechanism. If she couldn't joke about
Voldemort winning the war and Ginny becoming her stepmother
and Molly Weasley becoming her step grandmother, what could she
joke about? Sarcasm is your coping
mechanism. Neville drawled.
She smirked. Fair Molly makes them for all of
us kids and their spouses and those she's semi adopted every
year at Christmas. He said she could not imagine
Fleur Delacour in one of those jumpers.
The Weasleys do their big Christmas celebration on
Christmas Eve every year so everyone can go to their in laws
on Christmas Day. Juggling the schedules of that
many people sounded impossible otherwise.
Ah, usually. Gore, he said, have every year
since the war. Anyway, He was obviously trying
to gear himself up to ask her to attend.
Jinny had come straight up to her at the most recent DA drinks
night a week ago and apologised. She was obviously far more sorry
that she'd been overheard than for what she'd said, but with
Neville's hand on the small of her back, Pansy attempted to
accept the apology with grace. Something Weaslet could stand to
learn a thing or two about. Padma and Maisie both apologised
as well during the evening, the latter practically in tears.
Susan hadn't said anything, but she was obnoxiously nice to her,
as if that would make up for it. Honestly, the sooner they went
back to the way things were, the sooner she could forget about
it. Would you, would you like to go
this year? Neville asked, drawing her out
of her thoughts to the Weasley Christmas.
It was obvious it meant a lot to him.
Am I invited? I am.
He said. Hermione is bringing Draco, they
were engaged, although she and Neville were supposedly married.
Ah, that lion is fitting in just fine with the rest of them these
days. Her, on the other hand, she
could come up with an excuse. Work was certainly going to be
insane up until New Year's, however, if it meant that much
to Neville. If you want me to come, I'll
come for you. He gave her a smug smirk.
Oh, I know, I just proved that seven times in a row.
Did he ever. She refused to give him the
satisfaction of acknowledging the joke, though.
I'll even be nice, she said. But only because it's Christmas.
He kissed her cheek. I'll make sure they're nice to
you, too, he said. But thank you.
She had no idea how he could promise that, but she let it go.
Will you get another of those monstrosities this year?
Mollies stopped knitting our initials onto the jumpers, he
said. Has since ever since the Battle
of Hogwarts. No one's said anything.
But I wonder if it was when she realised that she'd have to knit
an F jumper for Fleur but not Fred.
His face clouded over in sorrow. I'm sure that must be difficult.
He nodded. We still did Christmas Eve at
the borough, 7th year, he said. It was subdued, over half of
everyone we knew had fled the country or was in hiding when we
knew it wouldn't be long before the rest of us had to as well.
She'd spent that Christmas at a party at Malfoy Manor, one she'd
avoided thinking about since the event.
The Dark Lord's displeasure that Harry Potter slipped through his
grasp again. She shivered and burrowed closer
to Neville. Everyone opened our young
person. There were still 2 packages
underneath the tree. The Burrow was watched.
Going back to Goddrick's Hollow that night had been immensely
stupid of Harry and Hermione. No one asked about them, but we
all knew who they were for. He continued.
Ron got up and walked out of the room and we all realised he
wasn't going to let anything stop him from finding them
again. That it might be the last time I
saw him for a while. Or forever.
Neville attempted a smile. Harry and Hermione always get
their jumpers first now. He said.
Like they'll take away the year they didn't get them at all.
Are they still embellished even without the initials?
His lips quirked. Most of them are monochromatic
now, but she always makes mine fun.
She winced. I'm terrified to know what that
means. He laughed.
Did you pick the one you thought was worst on purpose?
She should have said yes. Just the one that was most
obviously yours, she said. Didn't want to pick one of your
dad's by mistake. He froze for a few heartbeats
and then glanced up at her, his face softening.
Thanks. He trailed his fingers over her
bare stomach, expression lost in thought.
Sometimes I wonder what they'd think of this, Our fake
marriage. His hand stopped, then
continued. It happened so fast she almost
wondered if she'd imagined it. The, uh, kink that didn't feel
like something you told your parents regardless of their
mental state? Like, hey dad, sorry about what
happened to you and mum. By the way, have I mentioned
that my favorite way to get off is by spanking or tying up or
otherwise tormenting my wife until she begs to come screaming
my name? It wasn't the point of what he
was saying, but all she could hear was my favorite thing to
get off and had to fight the smile that the warm glow inside
her was trying to emit. Neville's face was filled with
self loathing. Like what would he say to that?
The question was rhetorical. She answered anyway.
Probably something along the lines of good work son, Bitches
need to learn their place. Neville sat halfway up, looking
equally disgruntled and horrified.
She shrugged. I don't think men who gossip
about their sex lives about their wife have particularly
high respect for women, but if he was of that sort, it seems
like what I'd expect to hear. She fought A smirk as he gaped
at her, expression slowly turning from outraged to
incredulous. Leaning over, he slapped her
arse cheek. It was more of a warning hit
than a truce bank, but it smart enough that she yelped and
jumped before immediately collapsing into laughter.
I knew I'd get you to spank me again, she gloated.
He gaped at her. Merlin, you're such a brat.
I think I made my point effectively, though.
He shook his head. You're awful.
She beamed. But your favorite way to get
off? He pinched the bridge of his
nose, but didn't hold back his rueful grin.
Yeah, you are. She buried further into his
side, enough that he had to put an arm around her so she could
cuddle up against his chest. Do you think it's wrong?
He asked. That I enjoy this after what
happened to them, Han. Someone else implied that it
was. Hannah was the only person he'd
told about it that hadn't done it with him, so she wasn't sure
why he was trying to protect her.
But that's who he was. Someone who protected those he
cared about. She ignored the crawling
sensation that felt a little too much like jealousy and focused
her anger instead. She shouldn't have said that she
she didn't. She was just surprised to hear I
even considered it, let alone got so into it.
She sat up and rested her hand on his chest so she could meet
his eyes. I have never, ever been more
respected or listened to or had someone care as much about my
consent than you. He frowned.
Has anyone ever? She rolled her eyes.
Don't you think I would have hexed their balls off if they
had Longbottom? Relief sparked in his gaze and
he smirked. Honestly, I'm surprised you
haven't done that to me. I still need you to fuck me, so
I'm bidding my time. His eyes danced.
Thanks for the heads up. I'm just saying, as long as
everyone's into it and no one's being permanently maimed or
injured, do what you want, She said.
This is fun and consensual and really fucking hot.
It has nothing to do with your parents or what happened to
them, and anyone else who thinks that it's related in any way has
no idea what they're talking about.
There was more. She could see it in his eyes.
Giving him space to work it out. She rested her head against his
chest and waited. I guess I've just always.
He sighed. They were both top of their
class in school, top marks in the Aura programme, well
respected, powerful and brave enough to defy Aldemort 3 times.
They were heroes, right? And then there's me, who didn't
even get enough OWLS to get into the right new level classes to
become an Aura. And part of me was relieved that
I didn't have to try anymore. Frank and Ellis Longbottom had
left a hell of a legacy when Kingsley announced that anyone
who fought in the battle could apply straight to the programme
without even graduating. My Gran was so excited because I
was finally going to follow in my mum and dad's footsteps and I
just. He sighed again.
I just wanted peace. Plants and peace.
How many people had he ever shared this with?
The warm feeling that she'd gotten when he'd said being with
her was his favorite way to get off came back, but different
this time. Softer.
The thing about heroes is that their legends often outgrow
them, she said. Look at Harry and Ron and
Hermione, they might have saved the wizarding world but Hermione
also Poly juiced herself into a cat.
Second year and I don't even know where to start with the
hundred other idiotic things Ron and Harry tried over the years.
He excelled in 1/2. Snort half laugh.
Your parents are heroes but they're also human and full of
flaws that you never got to learn.
She said you led the DA 7th year, fought in the battle,
beheaded the Dark Lords final or Crooks with the fucking sword of
Gryffindor. You're a hero too.
Not compared to. She pressed her finger to his
lips. You're a hero too, she said.
You chose to fight when the world needed you to fight, and
you chose plants once there was peace.
You fought for the same world your parents wanted for you when
you were just a baby, and once it was here, you chose the path
you wanted. Any parent would be incredibly
proud of a child like that. His eyes were filled with heavy
emotion. Thanks, Pansy.
She shrugged. His arms tightened around her.
Really. Resting her head back on his
chest, she curled up closer. You're not normally this nice to
me. A hint of humour crept back into
his tone. Half a dozen snarky remarks were
on the tip of her tongue, but for some stupid reason, she
didn't want to go with any of them.
You were nice to me the other week when I was down.
His arm tightened around her. Fucking Merlin, why did she have
to bring that up again? The last thing she needed was to
remind either one of them of that night.
Extracting herself from his arms, she rolled onto her back
and stared at the ceiling. Neville turned onto his side,
bending his arm at the elbow to prop his head up on his first.
If he was going to try to be sentimental.
Can I admit something to you that I've never told another
person? She immediately brightened.
A good piece of gossip was exactly what she needed.
Yes. The sword didn't just appear in
the hat, it dropped directly on my head.
He said really hard. Like really, really hard.
She bit the corner of her cheek. I actually thought it was part
of him torturing me because it hurt so bad.
He continued. It had to gently tap twice for
me to realize there was something from the hat on my
head. Finally losing control, she
burst into laughter. I didn't intentionally throw off
the body behind either. He said.
I just saw the big ass snake Slytherin towards me and
remembered Harry's last words to me.
I didn't have my 1:00, so I just grabbed the first thing I
thought of, which was whatever had been bruising the top of my
head, doubling the Hoover. She shook in laughter.
Imagine if I'd been a Hufflepuff, he said.
What would I have done? Chucked a cup at the snake,
laughing so hard it hurt. She clutched her stomach.
I waited a full day before a letter healer checked me out and
everyone said I was so noble for it because I was insisting
anyone else who was hurt worse go first, but it was really
because I just didn't want them asking what the three bumps on
my head were from. Stop, just stop.
She managed to wheeze, seemingly unworried about her accidentally
hitting him with her hysteria. He drew her into his arms.
There we go. He said as she finally started
to calm down. Back to our normal.
Another laugh burst out. Cuddling.
He smirked. You laughing at me?
Well, don't make it so easy, Longbottom.
He flicked her nose. Brat.
They settled into an easy silence, interrupted only by her
intermittent bursts of laughter that she couldn't quite control.
Several minutes later, when she felt his breathing slow and
relax, she looked up to see he had fallen asleep.
With a few easy flicks of her wand, she turned the lights off
and settled back into his arms without waking him up or sending
him back to the guest room.