Transfiguration

"But wouldn't McGonagall tell you if you could make it?"

"She told me I wouldn't. My grades aren't good enough" Neville admitted, preferring to look at his feet instead of Hermione.

"Then why are you studying Transfiguration?" She only got more confused.

"I might have not told you this before, but I think I want to be a professor"

Part of him told him that she'd just laugh. The other part told him that if she loved him, she'd respect his decisions.

She didn't do either. She hugged him.

"That's very brave of you! I'd love to be a professor myself! Imagine, all of us teaching together! What would you teach? Not transfiguration, I would imagine"

"I was thinking Herbology. Sprout's already telling me I should look into the process" He kissed her hair.

"I see, and Transfiguration is one the prerequisites. Is it anything in particular?"

"Well, I'm still terrible at Switching and Conjuration. McGonagall says I can't concentrate. " In shame he turned away to stare at the floor.

"You don't need one for the other" Hermione argued.

"Yeah, but if I can't even Switch, what's the chance of me conjuring?"

"Is that why you think we should do charms later?"

They were in the study in the Longbottom house, Hermione declaring it the obvious room for practice.

"I want to get this over with" he sighed.

Then Hermione got an idea.

"What you need is practice in concentration" she concluded

Neville just blinked.

"Wait right there!" and with that she sped out the door.

Neville, as always, patiently waited. Hermione required a lot of patience, but he had developed a Hufflepuff's worth of patience. She was worth it.

He immediately started blushing when she walked in with a brassiere in her hand before picking up her wand to lock and muffliate the door. Hermione in turn loved Neville's reaction-his eyes turned dark and shiny, his pupils dilating, thoroughly excited. She knew he couldn't possibly know what she had in mind, but he was already excited.

"So, what you need to do, is change the brassiere into a robe and the robe into a brassiere. Remember the spell? "

Neville nodded and licked his lips, struck dumb. With a trembling hand but steady arm, he slowly raised his wand.

"Keep the wand steady. That's the most important part of Transfiguration. Just picture the result and concentrate" Hermione instructed, raising her arms to her side

"That's why I can't concentrate", he admitted. She blushed.

"Focus. If you can't focus, the magic won't work" Hermione shook off her bashfulness. Things started looking hopeful when Neville steadied his hand. His eyes shone again. She could see his neck tightening and chest heaving. Then he fired the spell, speaking the words.

Hermione loved the tingle of magic swirling around her. Ever since she learned she was a witch, she'd take a special pleasure in feeling magic through her, and moving around her. Feeling the magic swirl around her breasts gave her a particular thrill. Her eyes snapped open at Neville's gasp.

Around her plain green muggle shirt the robe had shaped itself into the brassiere. While still made of the same fabric and still black, it was now in the shape of her underwear. In her right hand, the white cotton fabric had expanded into a full cloak.

"It worked!" Neville gasped, then grinned

"You did it!" Hermione grinned back, proud of her friend, "Now let's do another one. Do you see the curtain?" she gestured to the window of the study. Neville nodded. She suddenly grabbed her wand and fired the spell at the curtain. In a blink Neville's black robe had turned gauzy and semitransparent while the curtain had turned black and heavy.

"That's brilliant!" he gasped as he pulled off the robe. Hermione's eyes flashed at his clingy t-shirt.

"That was an example of distance. A good wizard can transfigure anything their eyes can identify" she explained.

"What about a wizard like me?"

"You're a good wizard, Neville. Your problem is that you don't know it. The reason we're not doing Defense Against the Dark Arts is because you are already good at it. Remember the previous time we studied Transfiguration? You did a great job"

"I was more impressed by you that time…" Neville's eyelids drooped at the sensuous memory.

Hermione blushed, then licked her lips.

"Wingardium Leviosa" she suddenly turned, sending the fallen robe flying up to droop over the top of the bookshelf the other side of the room.

"Acc-"

"Stop! We're not doing charms. " She said sternly, interrupting him.

"Why did you put my robe over there?"

"The lesson's not over. I want you to Switch that robe's qualities…with my shirt. "

Neville turned red, but said nothing. Instead he slowly nodded and backed off. He looked back at Hermione then back to the robe, then back again.

"I love you, Hermione" the boy said simply, then turned and said the spell.

The robe, now made of a heavier fabric, slipped off the shelf to puddle on the floor.

When he turned back to her he gulped. Sure enough, her shirt had turned sheer, showing the white cups of her bra, the pale pink of her abdomen, the soft curves of her cleavage, and the slight curve of her hips.

"Neville's right, you are a girl" Ron had said to her witlessly. Only Neville and Viktor had ever looked at her like she was beautiful, Hermione pondered. He was staring in awe at her, utterly speechless. His pupils had dilated, his full lips open, his chest heaving.

Suddenly his arm rose and pointed toward the door. "Colloportus"

Her arm joined his, "Muffliato".

Hermione turned back to him,"Neville, I love you too." With that, she poked him with her wand and murmured a spell Neville didn't recognize.

He gasped as his shirt turned into a wool blanket wrapped around him. With a bit of wriggling and writhing he managed to pull it off him. He could hear Hermione give a happy sigh. He had been so self-conscious before their first kiss. He still couldn't wrap his head around someone…fancying him.

Neville's thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of slim, strong arms wrapping around his neck and her warm soft lips touching his. He couldn't stop himself-one hand feeling the softness of her back underneath the sheer material, the other brazenly pushing her up to him by cupping her bum. As she moaned into his mouth, the Gryffindor never wanted this moment to ever end.

He was so lost in the sensation of Hermione that he didn't notice her scrabbling for her wand, leaning over to the side, and then brushing it against his thigh. A sudden chill hit his legs as his trousers slid off to his feet.

Gasping for air, Neville stumbled backward…and tripped over his own trousers, falling on his back onto the rug.

Hermione laughed , winding herself. She had to stop and gasp for breath.

Neville had to laugh in return as he kicked off his trousers and shoes. Only his pants and socks remained on him, but just seeing Hermione smile made him lost all self-consciousness. He didn't take his eyes off her expression even as she unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off. He just sighed out her name.

She closed the distance as he stood up, pushing him back down with a kiss, straddling his hips, hands groping his chest. Neville didn't mind going back on the floor, as long as he would never stop kissing Hermione. Only Hermione could make studying Transfiguration the most incredible experience ever. He had enough happiness to conjure a Patronus bigger than Hagrid. He felt warmer than any fever he suffered, with a rush of joy that felt like if he had injected butterbeer into his veins.

Neville couldn't help but whimper when Hermione broke off the kiss, and the whimpering continued, albeit at a higher pitch, as she covered his chest and stomach with kisses, nipping at his belly, going up and down his stomach and then biting gently one nipple after the other. He couldn't stop moaning, gasping out when she sucked on his neck. Hermione was making love to him. Hermione. His friend. His tutor. His savior. His goddess.

It was Hermione's turn to shudder when he pulled her up for a kiss, firmly but gently grabbing her arms to reach her lips and kiss her enthusiastically. As much as she loved him helpless, she loved him even more taking initiative, moving on his own beat, telling her more about himself, his wants, his desires. She melted against him as he sat up, his warm hands slowly rubbing her lower back. Her first fantasies were about, well, not Neville, and no one ever took their clothes off. Topless Neville was far sexier than she first thought. Perhaps it was her simply thinking; right now it was almost impossible to think of anything other than just listening to her libido. Ignoring it for the first few years of her adolescence-she now reveled in it.

As she finally leaned her head back to expose her neck, she was rewarded by his showering it with kisses, sucking on her neck to give her a hickey that matched his own. He lingered there, and she held the position while pulling his head to her neck. She slowly pushed his head down her body, stopping at her collarbone, then down to her cleavage. Neville enthusiastically nuzzled the exposed sides, sucking on the soft flesh of one then the other and back.

This finally caused Hermione to lose her balance and fall backwards on the rug, Neville's head landing on her stomach and knocking the wind out of her. The discomfort and shock gave way to pure pleasure as Neville turned his eager mouth to Hermione's abdomen, sucking on her navel and then the skin below it. Her small but strong hands kept his head there, but he could live forever kissing the soft skin and hearing her gasp.

She could have done this all afternoon; so it was to Hermione's shock and frustration that he pushed hard against the floor and wrenched his head free.

"Neville?" she gasped

"Hold just a second. I want to try something". The nearly nude boy scrabbled for his wand.

The spell she couldn't recognize, but despite his breathless casting it worked perfectly. Suddenly the cotton of her practical white brassiere turned into red rose petals covering her skin. The tickle of soft petals mixed with the tingle of magic and she closed her eyes at the sensation.

"How did you know that one?" Hermione panted softly

"I had to look that up. I had some leads with books on herbological transfiguration" he explained, taking off petal by petal and placing a kiss where each petal had touched her skin.

"This was-" Hermione moaned in interruption as Neville's lips touched her neck, "planned-" another moan as he kissed between her breasts, "back at school?"

"Just the spell," he murmured before his lips pressed against her scar, "I did have a dream about you and roses."

"Why roses?" her eyebrows furrowed

"I knew you liked them. They're striking, and beautiful, and delicate, but strong and complex and will stab you if you try to touch them the wrong way" he grinned up at her.

Then she blushed, her skin matching the petals.

One of the petals rested against one of her nipples. Neville took the time to gently brush the petal over the aureole, before taking the rising bud into his mouth. She let out a shuddering gasp as she arched her back.

Then his mouth went to other parts of her torso-her collar, her side, her stomach. Every place a petal fell, he made sure to kiss. It was only after another minute that he returned to her breasts, this time placing a kiss on the slope to the side of the nipple.

"How…how did you get so good, Neville?" she moaned.

"You", a kiss moved back to her neck, "inspire", he found another petal resting on her ear, stroked her ear with it, and then kissed it before whispering "me". He added a playful nip. "I've had some pretty brilliant dreams about you for years. You're always so….amazing. I hear your voice and I see your face and I hear your words every day. Drives me crazy" He nipped a nipple as punctuation.

Hermione yanked his head up to her, capturing Neville's lips and tongue with her mouth. She moaned into his mouth when he slid his hand under the band of her knickers, his gentle callused hands brushing through the hair down there. In response she cupped his member though his pants, her other hand scrabbling for her wand. She only stopped the kiss long enough to murmur a charm that yanked off Neville's pants and slammed them against the door. As they slid off him, Neville fell on top of her.

"Sorry." He murmured as he pushed himself back up, and then began kissing down her body as an apology. Hermione shuddered at the sensation of his lips pressing against her chest and stomach.

Feeling ambitious now, Neville tugged at the waistband of her knickers with his teeth. He could only pull it down a little bit of the way, and had to pull down the sides with two more toothy tugs. When he looked up, Hermione's face was flushed and sweaty but she grinned down at him.

"That idea was better in my head"

"Still a good one" she giggled.

"Do you know what that means to me when you tell me I have a good idea? As if I could ever be as smart as you?"

"Anyone can be as smart as me if they care enough. I just happen to care"

"And I just happen to care about you" Neville said before he dove into her nest of curls. Everything he learned about anatomy, he learned from Hermione. If it was her body, it was beautiful, and if it was beautiful, it was Hermione. He traced the fold with his tongue, and began to delicately pull back her lips with his fingers as he would the petals of an orchid. His fingers were rough and clumsy and he would always apologize if she showed any signs of discomfort, but the noise she was making wasn't one of discomfort.

Once his mouth found her clitoris, his shifted his arms to under her thighs and his hands to grip her round bum. His lips wrapped around her, his tongue going up and down and then circling around and he slowly suckled her the same way he did her nipples. Neville spent a minute there before moving his mouth to her opening and rhythmically thrusting in his tongue.

Hermione's nails dug into the carpet, her mouth open but somehow couldn't scream, just able to clench her legs around Neville's head. The heat bubbling in her rose, the energy burst, it was like being hit by a spell, a spell that was the exact opposite of a Cruciatus.

It was when she was blinking her orgasm away, gasping for air, that she realized Neville was still lapping at her. It felt so good she didn't want him to stop, but she felt she had to.

"Neville?" Hermione rasped, her throat dry.

"You're done?" He looked so happy when he raised his face from her crotch. It was the same smile the teenager had in rare moments. Showing her a Christmas present, finding out he had passing grades in a difficult class; she first saw that smile when she found his toad under a seat on the Hogwarts express.

Still nude, Neville sighed happily as he sat up, wrapped his long arms around his long legs, and smiled at her again. The love of his life, splayed on her back, wet and panting and red and still quivering with pleasure. The same fingers that could dance through a book or duel with a wand like an expert, out at her sides on the carpet. Her chest heaving, nipples erect, her pupils dilated, her mouth open and lips swollen and flushed. It wasn't Neville's favorite view of Hermione, but it was gorgeous.

She took a deep breath and sat up, their toes touching as they faced each other.

"If you're as good at transfiguration as you are with sex, you'll get an O." Hermione smirked.

"Well, that's two lessons with you that worked. I just hope I can remember the spells compared to everything else" he blushed.

"How about a mnemonic device? Think of the spells when you think of me."

"Then I'll always remember them. That's a good idea"

"Oh, you'll be thinking of me, all right"-she learned forward, her arms moving from her legs to his, pulling his knees down to reveal a painful-looking erection.

"Hermione, you don't have to-" He was cut off. The last thing he could remember thinking before everything went white was that maybe the grade wasn't as important as the learning experience.