A Rake, A Spinster, And An Arrangement

Interlude #1 : Lady Pansy Parkinson

Rolling over, Pansy looked around the room, confused. This was... not her bedroom, nor was it any bedroom she could remember seeing. There was an arm slung around her waist, and it was far too thick and heavy to belong to Theodore. The worst thing of all, however, was the fact that she was naked. She was naked, in bed, with a man, a strange man, in a room that she could not remember, when-

Neville, taking her to his home after the wedding, laughing with her, kissing her, carrying her up the stairs, peeling every layer off of her, kissing her skin as it became exposed, kissing down her body, spreading her thighs for hours, licking, tasting, touching, and then finally... finally, Neville's cock filling her up, bringing her to the edge of pleasure over and over again.

It had been... a night to remember, and she was horrified that, even for a moment, she had forgotten it... forgotten what came after.

With Neville's arm slung around her waist and his lips pressing kisses to her shoulders, he had whispered that he loved her, truly loved her, and would never let her go, so long as she allowed him to keep her.

She had cried in his arms while he held her tighter, and she had fallen asleep just like that.

Sex. They had had sex. She was finally no longer a virgin, and best of all... she was in love... or at least, she thought she was.

Because what else could explain the feelings she felt? Her stomach was flipping over constantly, her heart raced at the sound of his voice, she smiled at his smile, laughed at his laugh... No wonder Draco had acted a fool for so long. Why had she fought this? Fear? What could she be afraid of, when Neville cared so deeply for her?

She felt him stirring behind her, first at her shoulder, where he pressed a kiss, and then against her arse, a certain hardness pressing against her. He was... very much awake, and she was very... very sore.

Oh, no... she wanted to enjoy him again before she went home!

She would... she would see him again soon, surely. She had to. This could not, would not, be a one time occurrence.

After all, they were in love, and his Grandmother was out of town, and she was a woman free to do as she desired, so why... why couldn't she come back later? Or better yet, he could visit her.

No one would ever have to know.

"You are thinking very hard right now," Neville hummed against her neck.

She laughed a little under her own breath, then rolled over to face him, a smile on her lips.

Her cheeks nearly ached from how much she had been smiling around him.

"Mmm, just thinking about all I have to do today," she said with a pout.

"Have to do?" he asked, and his eyes opened just enough for him to somewhat peek out at her. "You don't have to do anything."

"You know that I do," she said with a sigh. "Theodore thinks he's getting married, Blaise is ready to run off to the country, and I very much am in need of a bath."

His lips pressed to her forehead, soothing her instantly, and she tried to resist the urge, but no, she had to shiver a little under the kiss. Why did that affect her so? Why did she melt every time?

"So take a bath here," he insisted. "And at least let me feed you."

"You would feed me?" she asked with a smirk.

"With my own hands," he hummed, then kissed her lips.

She giggled against his mouth, and he rolled her onto her back, his mouth going to her throat, between her breasts, to her stomach, and then-