[HP] Temporary Leave, FR13, HG/NL
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witchinghourficTitle: Temporary Leave
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Hermione Granger/Neville Longbottom
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and company.
Prompts:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_variations – insanity/sanity
Notes: Set post-Deathly Hallows.
Summary: This is what it feels like to lose control.
This is what it feels like to lose control of your senses. Or at least that’s what Hermione is thinking as she rushes down the steps of the seventh-year girls dormitory. She quietly slips into the common room and is relieved to find it empty. It makes her escape that much easier. She might be a war hero, but she’s still a student at Hogwarts and with Voldemort vanquished, McCongall is much stricter about the rules being broken.
By the time that Hermione has made it to the room of requirement, she’s flushed and breathless. She knows that it’s very wrong but she’s powerless to resist. When she pushes open the door, she finds the old Dumbledore’s Army room and for one brief moment she’s tempted to flee.
“Hermione!”
Neville pulls her into his arms and she practically melts as their lips touch. All thought about how this is wrong and how she should leave fade as Neville pulls her closer.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” Neville breathes before kissing the side of her neck.
“I almost didn’t,” Hermione admits as she arches against him, desperate for more contact.
“This has to stop,” Neville tells her as his hands slip under the thin cotton of her shirt.
“I know.”
There’s suddenly a couch in the room and Neville lowers her onto it. They both know that what they’re doing is nothing more than madness but they can’t seem to stop. They’re both equally powerless to resist the magic that their kisses and caresses spark in one another.
Hermione moans as Neville deepens their kiss as his hands glide upwards ghosting over her breasts. He groans as he pills back, suddenly sitting instead of lying on top of her. Neville cradles his head in his hands as Hermione sits besides him.
“Neville?”
“We’ve got to stop this.”
“I know,” Hermione whispers in response.
“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
Neville turns to face her and he places his hands on her face, gently cradling her head. Hermione blinks away the tears that threaten to spill. She knows that he’s finally returning to his senses, because she is as well.
“I can’t keep doing this to you,” Neville states.
“I’m so sorry.”
“You love Ron, I know that.”
“I love you too,” Hermione tells him.
“I know but not like you love Ron. He’s a very lucky man.”
“Neville, please…”
“No Hermione,” Neville tells her as he places a finger on her lips. “We know that this isn’t right. I’m going to have to be stronger.”
He kisses her one last time before he stands up and Hermione feels as if her heart is breaking even though she knows that he’s right. They both need to be stronger because nothing good will come out of their stolen moments together. She sighs as he leaves and Hermione wishes that things could be different. She wishes that she hadn’t fallen in love with Neville, that she hadn’t fallen in love with Ron, and that she wasn’t so weak.
**END**
Author:
aaronlisaRating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Hermione Granger/Neville Longbottom
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and company.
Prompts:
fic_variations – insanity/sanity Notes: Set post-Deathly Hallows.
Summary: This is what it feels like to lose control.
This is what it feels like to lose control of your senses. Or at least that’s what Hermione is thinking as she rushes down the steps of the seventh-year girls dormitory. She quietly slips into the common room and is relieved to find it empty. It makes her escape that much easier. She might be a war hero, but she’s still a student at Hogwarts and with Voldemort vanquished, McCongall is much stricter about the rules being broken.
By the time that Hermione has made it to the room of requirement, she’s flushed and breathless. She knows that it’s very wrong but she’s powerless to resist. When she pushes open the door, she finds the old Dumbledore’s Army room and for one brief moment she’s tempted to flee.
“Hermione!”
Neville pulls her into his arms and she practically melts as their lips touch. All thought about how this is wrong and how she should leave fade as Neville pulls her closer.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” Neville breathes before kissing the side of her neck.
“I almost didn’t,” Hermione admits as she arches against him, desperate for more contact.
“This has to stop,” Neville tells her as his hands slip under the thin cotton of her shirt.
“I know.”
There’s suddenly a couch in the room and Neville lowers her onto it. They both know that what they’re doing is nothing more than madness but they can’t seem to stop. They’re both equally powerless to resist the magic that their kisses and caresses spark in one another.
Hermione moans as Neville deepens their kiss as his hands glide upwards ghosting over her breasts. He groans as he pills back, suddenly sitting instead of lying on top of her. Neville cradles his head in his hands as Hermione sits besides him.
“Neville?”
“We’ve got to stop this.”
“I know,” Hermione whispers in response.
“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
Neville turns to face her and he places his hands on her face, gently cradling her head. Hermione blinks away the tears that threaten to spill. She knows that he’s finally returning to his senses, because she is as well.
“I can’t keep doing this to you,” Neville states.
“I’m so sorry.”
“You love Ron, I know that.”
“I love you too,” Hermione tells him.
“I know but not like you love Ron. He’s a very lucky man.”
“Neville, please…”
“No Hermione,” Neville tells her as he places a finger on her lips. “We know that this isn’t right. I’m going to have to be stronger.”
He kisses her one last time before he stands up and Hermione feels as if her heart is breaking even though she knows that he’s right. They both need to be stronger because nothing good will come out of their stolen moments together. She sighs as he leaves and Hermione wishes that things could be different. She wishes that she hadn’t fallen in love with Neville, that she hadn’t fallen in love with Ron, and that she wasn’t so weak.
**END**
