Peeping Neville

Author's Notes:

Thanks to all who reviewed the "original". I wrote the original fic in less than two hours and it was sitting there like a skeleton in my closet, so I decided to rewrite it to make it more grammatically correct and readable. I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: This is a voyeurism fic, so if this squicks you or offends you , you certainly won't offend me by not reading it.

Peeping Neville by msscribe

AN: This is my first smutlet, and with my prior job I didn't have a lot of time to put into my fics. So I rewrote it. Hopefully, you'll enjoy.

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Neville Longbottom always seems to get stuck with the loser jobs. Why is it that he has to go find Harry? Harry had already said that he was feeling ill after the Quidditch game. He had caught the snitch, of course, but even Seamus had noticed he wasn't quite "with it". So when the victory party started downstairs, Ron was already getting loaded off of butterbeer, and Hermione had already trotted off to the library, and guess who was left to check up on Harry.

He was.

Neville quietly cracks open the door, just in case Harry is already asleep, and is surprised when he isn't in there.

Harry Potter lied? And why would he want to miss out on his own party? Neville thinks to himself.

Harry and Ron's room is bigger than the one he shared with Seamus. Harry's closet, which is right next to the entrance, is slightly open and Neville can see Harry's Firebolt inside. He can't resist the urge to hold it.

God, what it would be like to be Harry Potter, diving for the snitch. Reveling in the glory of the win!

Neville walks into the large closet and picks it up. If he actually tried to ride the damn thing, he'd probably end up a bloody pulp at the bottom of the field. But he could dream.

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When he enters his room, Harry closes the closet door instinctively, locking Neville inside. Neville begins to call out in protest, but he hears a female voice whispering something.

"Mmmm... Harry," the voice mumbles.

Neville freezes. Harry isn't alone. Harry utters a locking and silencing charm on the room.

Sod. Sod. Sod.

Neville peaks through the keyhole, and his jaw drops at what he sees.

Harry Potter is pulling a very mischievous looking Hermione Granger onto his lap. Then Harry begins kissing her. Well, not just kissing her, he is practically licking her tonsils. Neville is in complete shock. This was not an innocent first time kiss.

When did this happen?

"We're going to be found out you know," Hermione mumbles pulling away from him slightly.

"I don't think I care anymore," Harry moans

Neville realizes that the decent thing to do would be to bang on the door to be let out, or at the very least look away. He raises his hand to the door to knock, but changes his mind as Harry begins to fiddle with Hermione's skirt, unhooking it. Harry's hands move down to her rear and Neville can feel a lump rising in his throat. Hermione sighs sweetly, grabbing Harry's hair with her hands and bringing his lips down to her neck. Harry lies back onto his bed and Hermione straddles him.

Son of Merlin, daughter of Nostradamus! Neville mutters to himself as he watches Harry's hands explore.

She wears simple cotton panties, but the bobby sock combination is maddening. Neville feels his pants getting a little tighter.

"I want you so bad. I was thinking about doing this the whole game," Harry groans.

No wonder he'd barely caught the snitch, Neville thinks.

"Yeah?" she sighs, "and what were you thinking you wanted to do to me?"

She sits up and begins to unbutton her blouse. Neville curses to himself as Harry pulls her shirt off and then unhooks her bra.

Perfect light brown nipples, soft round curves.

Harry groans and reaches up to cup Hermione's breasts. Then he draws her closer to his face so he can suckle on each one, letting his tongue dance around her hardening peaks.

Neville lets a small moan escape him. It is beginning to get very warm in that closet.

With the swift movement of a wild animal, Harry picks up Hermione and lays her back down onto the bed. He lets his lips travel over her breasts'and then to her stomach. Neville's breath catches and holds in anticipation when Harry pulls off her panties and opens Hermione's legs to his hungry mouth. Harry's tongue works the writhing girl into a heated Frenzy as her lips form a pink circle, and her breath comes out in little pants.

Neville lets his own hand wander downwards as he watches Harry work a different sort of magic on their mutual friend. He wonders what she tastes like. What her tiny curls down there would feel like on his chin.

Now he had two reasons to envy the boy-who-lived.

Hermione throws her head back, clinging to the bedcovers as Harry buries his face in her. She calls out his name, trying to catch her breath as he pulls up to kiss her again. Reaching for Harry's pants, she motions for him to sit on the bed. She kneels in front of him. Hermione pulls Harry's underwear off, freeing his erection.

Make that three reasons.

Neville is trembling now. Nothing has ever affected him quite like this. His own hand involuntarily slides up and down on his growing erection.

Hermione encircles Harry's cock with her mouth. She runs her mouth up and down his shaft again and again. Harry whimpers and holds onto her hair.

"Suck me'Oh God please," Harry begs.

Bloody Hell! For the love of Merlin, please don't stop! Neville thinks.

But Harry doesn't want to come just yet, so he draws Hermione back up to him, pulling her on top of his body and sliding his leg between hers. Hermione willingly complies. Harry massages Hermione's bare back with long, sensual strokes and she responds by pressing tightly against him, arching the small of her back as his hands slide up her spine, causing her breasts to rub against his chest. Then Hermione slides her other leg over Harry's so that he can take her. He gently guides his penis into her, teasing her by entering her a little at a time, holding back, until he arches upward, causing her to gasp.

Neville thinks that is enough. He can take no more. Well, maybe a little more...

Hermione straddles Harry's perfect erection, pulling up slowly, then crashing back down, letting him fill her. They are rocking in a heated rhythm, doing the most intimate of dances. Beads of sweat are beginning to form on Harry's forehead and he closes his eyes as he moves inside of her.

Neville feels something explode in his hand. Relief washes over him.

Harry climaxes with a throaty groan, and Hermione collapses on top of him. He flips her onto her side and she wraps her arms around him. They kiss softly, clinging onto each other.

"You were wonderful Harry,"she says.

"Hermione," he mutters, "I have to have you again."

Hermione let her hands stroke his back.

"We don't have time Harry, but maybe you can use the cloak to visit me tonight."

Harry lets his lips trace the curve of her neck.

"Sounds good. I can't stand that we have to keep this a secret,' Harry sighs.

Hermione kisses Harry on his forehead. 'I know, but it's better this way for now.'

Neville is touched by their exchange, but he is also caught up in his own Euphoria at the best orgasm he's ever had.

"Can we meet Thursday, while Ron is in Detention with Snape. It will give us an hour."

"I'm tutoring Neville in Arithmancy" Hermione replies.

Neville makes a note to cancel that session. Who was he to stand in the way of love? Hopefully Harry will forget to lock his door again.

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The couple dresses quickly and leaves. Harry waits a few minutes before leaving after Hermione. Neville is then able to sneak out of the room and he immediately goes into the bathroom to pull himself together. Feeling somewhat normal again, he wanders down to the common room to find the gang hanging out. Ron is sobering up, and intentionally losing a game of Wizards Chess to Pavarti Patil, Lavender and George are playing cards, and Harry is reading a Quidditch Magazine.

Hermione Granger is reading her Potions Book, looking as sweet and as innocent as ever.

"Hey Neville! How did we manage to find Harry before you did?" Ron calls out.

"I got distracted." Neville mutters, feeling flushed.

Harry eyes him somewhat suspiciously.

"When did you go looking for me?" Harry asks.

"I never really did. I felt tired so I lay down for a minute, then I fell asleep. Too much butterbeer I guess," Neville says nervously.

"Neville, you're an incompetent twit," George quips.

Hermione shakes her head, looking down at her book studiously. Neville will never be able to look at her or Harry the same again.

And he is grateful for that. Thank you Merlin.

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