SOFIA | ❨ NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM ❩ UNDER MAJOR EDITING!

Chapter Sixteen.

Warning: Not smut or anything, just a bit more spicy. Ew I hated putting that anyways enjoy <3
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Neville's hands traveled down Sofia's body as they laid in his bed kissing. They had never kissed like this before. It was different. More passionate. More needier.

Sofia's tongue managed to slip into Neville's mouth, and it took him by surprise. He accepted it though, not knowing what to do. Of course he wasn't experienced or anything.

Neville continued to let his hands explore Sofia's figure. Sofia disconnected her mouth from his, and he groaned from the loss of contact. But, soon enough her lips found their way to his jaw. Nipping it a bit, and then kissing the same spots. He had never felt so good.

A small moan erupted from his throat, one he had been trying to keep buried down inside of him.

"Sof... we should—"

"We should what? Stop?" Sofia smirked at the boy, and he couldn't muster up the words to respond. Of course he didn't want to stop.

"That's what I thought, Longbottom..."

She smashed her lips onto his, and they both kept going. His hands made their way back to her hips.

He tried to be careful with her. She seemed so fragile that the slightest touch could break her.

Without even realizing it, Neville's hips rolled onto Sofia, making a gasp come from her mouth. It felt good. And Neville was ashamed that it felt good. Sofia didn't seem to be uncomfortable, so he kept going.

Neville could feel her shaking against him ash she try to pull him closer. As close as they could be already.

He shyly grabbed her bum, and she giggled in between kisses. Neville then started to pepper kisses along her neck, and she groaned.

"Nev—"

Neville once again was jolted awake. Sweat staining his sheets and his night clothes. He huffed out of what seemed like sexual aggravation, and tried to ignore the burning sensation in his stomach. He looked under his blankets once again and saw the same thing he had been seeing every night for the past 2 weeks now.

"Ugh..." Neville growled to himself as he used his hands to adjust his eyes.

Neville laid back down, and closed his eyes. He tried to go back to sleep, but he just couldn't force himself to. That feeling in his stomach was becoming bigger than him. He couldn't stop thinking about the dream.

He started to over analyze every aspect of it. Sofia's hands, her lips, the sounds that left her, the way he felt. He needed it to go away. He needed to rest.

But after laying down for a few more minutes, trying to push all of the thoughts out of his mind, he came to the conclusion that he would just have to wake up for the day. No one else was awake of course, and who knew what time it was.

As Neville got up from his bed, Hedwig, Harry's owl, started making a bunch of noise in its cage. Neville looked at Hedwig, and just rolled his eyes at the bird.

Neville threw a night robe on, and walked over to Trevor's cage he had set up. When Neville spotted him, Trevor seemed to notice him as well.