Neville's Favorite Color by HPFangirl71

Neville loved watching the glint of red hair turning coppery in the moon's light. He was amazed at how beautiful it looked against the stark white of his sheets. Lazily his fingers got entangled in it as he looked upon the gorgeous face attached to that fiery red hair. The face of an angel, made all the more beautiful because she was here within his embrace.

She was the most precious thing in Neville's life and it made no difference that she wasn't really his. Ginny was the wife of the Minister himself. Neville hated himself for taking the wife of Harry Potter. It just never seemed to matter in these stolen moments.

As hard as Neville had tried to break away from her, he wasn't able to. It was that beautiful red color which was always his undoing, like a drug to his mind and heart. Red was now Neville's favorite color, because Neville loved seeing the red flush of orgasm as it crossed her face at his touch. It matched the color of her hair perfectly as he held her close, kissing the top of her head. It was exactly this that kept him coming back for more.