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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Neville_Longbottom_/_Justin_Finch-Fletchley._&lt;BR&gt;Summary:_Neville
      has_to_lose_his_virginity_--
  Character:
      Other_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time
  Collections:
      Ink_Stained_Fingers
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      Published: 2003-10-12 Words: 1697
****** Volition ******
by Breslin [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     Pairing: Neville Longbottom / Justin Finch-Fletchley.
     Summary: Neville has to lose his virginity -- fast!
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
     the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an
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     profile.
     Author's notes: This fic is part of the ’Gardeners Delight’ Neville
     Fuh-Q-Fest http://groups.yahoo.com/group/gardenersdelightslash/.
     Scenario: 46 Neville’s grandmother is evil, but she’s all he has.
     Before leaving for his 6th or 7th year at Hogwarts, he overhears her
     agree to give him to Voldemort as a virgin sacrifice. Now Neville has
     until Christmas break to do something about it. Carly
Volition




  Neville slumped against the wall in shock.
  It just couldn't be. Not his Gran. Not his Gran. It just couldn't be.
  "AAARRGGHH! NOOO!"
  "What?"
  "What happened?"
  "Who screamed?"
  "What happened, I say?"
  "Neville?"
  Neville peered out from behind the curtains around his bed. "Sorry. Sorry.
  Bad dream," he said apologetically. He was still shaking.
  With a lot of grumbling his dorm mates returned to their beds. Neville
  lowered himself onto his sweat-damp sheets and tried to breathe deeply to
  calm himself.
  If only it had been just a bad dream. If only. If only.
  He turned his head and looked with horror at the calendar on the wall. He
  couldn't make out the numbers in the dark, but he didn't need to. He knew.
  Only a week before the Christmas holidays. Only a week.
  He felt like crying, but he was empty of tears, having cried enough to fill a
  lake since the start of the year.
  Neville tasted blood, and only then did he realize how hard he had been
  biting his lip.
  He would do it today. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and a lot of the students
  would be gone. If there was such a time as a perfect time to...
  Neville sniffed, finding tears flooding his eyes. It seemed he wasn't all
  cried out after all.
  He sobbed into his pillow for a while. What he really wanted to do was kick
  and scream and stomp his feet and tear at his hair. Only that wouldn't help
  him. There was only one thing that would.
  Later that morning he made his excuses. His friends couldn't understand why
  he was so determined to stay at the castle when being allowed out was such a
  rare treat.
  The portrait swung shut. Aside from some first and second years, he was
  alone.
  Neville showered and dressed. His stomach felt empty, but he knew if he tried
  to eat he would surely be ill. He waited in the corridor by the library.
  "Justin!"
  The boy turned around, grinning when he saw Neville. "Neville? Why aren't
  you--"
  "Never mind that," Neville said, "come with me?"
  "All right," Justin said, confusion showing on his face.
  Neville led him silently up the stairs. Justin hesitated before following him
  into the Gryffindor common room.
  "Where--"
  "Dorm room."
  "All right, but..."
  They reached the dorm room. Neville motioned Justin to sit on one of the
  beds. He sank down on his own. He stared at the boy, who was looking back
  quizzically.
  They were friends, of sorts. Both gay, and both not quite fitting in. But
  despite being friendly, they hadn't spent any time together.
  He took a deep, quaking breath. He just had to do it. But what if Justin said
  no? Where would Neville turn? What would hap--
  Not allowing himself to finish that terrible thought, Neville forced himself
  to go forward with his rehearsed line.
  "I want to lose my virginity."
  There. No need to mention that if he did not, come the New Year he would be
  lying on a slab of stone with his insides ripped out; a virgin sacrifice in
  Voldemort's immortality spell.
  Justin startled, his eyes growing wide. "What?"
  Neville shrugged, though his face was burning. "It's simple, really. You told
  me once you wished you could experiment. Well, here I am. And here you are.
  Together. Alone. Lets do it."
  Justin blinked confusedly for a few moments, staring at Neville as though
  Neville had suggested running starkers through the Great Hall at dinner.
  "Are you...?"
  "Totally serious," Neville confirmed, nodding his head.
  "Oh." Justin seemed to think about it for a minute, then shrugged and
  grinned. "All right then, if you're sure."
  Neville was nothing of the sort, but he nodded.
  "Hold on then," Justin said, getting up and making sure the door was firmly
  closed and locked. "Silencing charm, do you think?"
  Neville nodded again. Blood was pounding in his temples, but his face and
  hands felt quite cold and clammy.
  Justin went around to each window, pulling the drapes. The light dimmed.
  "Perfect," Justin said, coming to stand in front of Neville. He laughed a
  little at the expression on Neville's face. "Well, come on, you're the one
  who wanted this. Your show. What do you want to do?"
  Neville, who hadn't thought past getting Justin to agree to his plan, could
  only stare numbly at him.
  After a moment Justin shrugged. "Guess the clothes gotta go, eh?" Without
  turning away, he began to strip. Once unfastened, his robes fell and pooled
  at his feet.
  For a while Neville could only stare, but he caught himself and forced his
  clammy, clumsy fingers to begin working the many buttons down the front of
  his robes.
  "Let me," Justin said, laughing lightly.
  Neville looked up, and to his great discomfort he found that Justin had
 stripped off the rest of his clothes, and was now climbing onto the bed next
  to him.
  Justin's fingers made quick work of Neville's robes. Neville shivered as much
  from the novelty of being nude as from the winter chill.
  He didn't want to, but forced himself to meet Justin's eyes.
  "Well don't look so scared. This is supposed to be fun, right?"
  "Oh! Yeah, of course." Neville tried to look more enthusiastic.
  Justin seemed satisfied. He dropped a kiss onto Neville's shoulder. "Fun," he
  murmured, forcing Neville's head to turn toward him.
  Neville did find the kiss fun, despite not being able to shake his
  nervousness. He didn't know what to do with his tongue, but Justin seemed to
  know enough for the both of them.
  "D'you've lube?" Justin murmured. He had broken the kiss, and was now licking
  the back of Neville's neck.
  "What?"
  "Lube," Justin repeated more clearly.
  "Uh... no," Neville said, his face flaming at the very thought.
  Justin sighed and jumped off the bed. He seemed to be looking for something.
  "I suppose we could use lotion, but... Oh, there!" he pounced on a small
  black case underneath Harry's bed.
  "A broom care kit?" Neville frowned, not understanding.
  Justin held up a small glass bottle. "Oil."
  He returned to the bed, tossing the bottle to Neville, who toyed with it
  nervously.
  "Neville?"
  "What?" Neville realized he had been staring absently at the bottle in his
  hands.
  "Get on the bed."
  Neville kicked off his shoes. He left his socks on; they were covering the
  only part of him that didn't feel exposed and on display.
  Justin didn't seem to notice. He had propped up two pillows; one stolen from
  Harry's bed, and was leaning back with a pleased expression on his face.
  "Come here," he invited, stretching out a hand to Neville.
  Neville allowed himself to be pulled close, but barely suppressed a yelp when
  Justin rolled on top of him. The boy wasn't heavy enough to crush him, but
  feeling Justin's erection prod his stomach was one of the most disconcerting
  things Neville had ever experienced.
  He didn't have much time to think about it. Justin was kissing him again,
  intent on shoving his tongue as far down Neville's throat as he could. All
  that seemed to be required of Neville was to lie still.
  To his surprise, he did begin to feel aroused. He supposed it was only
  natural, given Justin's enthusiasm and the way their erections rubbed against
  each other with every movement.
  Justin caught the bottle of oil just as it was about to roll out of Neville's
  uncurling fingers. He pulled himself up, his knees resting on either side of
  Neville's body.
  Justin seemed to be staring down at him, puzzled. "Well, lets..."
  "What?"
  "Well," Justin said, not sounding too sure, "I suppose you'll have to get up
  for this." He moved aside so Neville could pull himself to his knees, then
  frowned again. "Turn around," he said, making a circular motion with his
  index finger.
  Wondering if Justin knew what he was doing, Neville turned around slowly.
  "Um..." Justin said from behind him. "Put your hands on the headboard, I
  guess."
  "You guess?" Neville couldn't help saying.
  "Well, yeah, of course. Do it."
  Neville didn't think Justin sounded all too certain, but did as he said.
  Justin fumbled with the bottle, cursing under his breath when the cap seemed
  to be stuck.
  Neville had to force himself to hold still when Justin's slick, wet hand
  touched his buttocks.
  Most of the oil seemed to end up staining the sheets. The bottle, more than
  half empty, stared accusingly from its place on the edge of the bedside
  table. Neville refused to think about how he was going to replace it before
  Harry noticed.
  "Oww!" he cried.
  Justin jumped in surprise, which didn't help matters. "What?"
  "N-Nothing. Nothing," Neville mumbled. "It just hurt for a moment."
  Justin shrugged and continued to push in, while Neville gritted his teeth and
  wondered if they might not be doing something wrong, after all.
  He was glad he was holding on to the headboard, though his fingers had gone
  numb from the effort. Justin's hands were bruising his ribs as he thrust
  faster and harder, until with a final hard thrust Neville felt him erupt
  somewhere deep inside him.
  Justin fell sideways onto the bed, panting and chuckling softly.
  Neville allowed his cramped fingers to uncurl, and slid down, trying avoid
  the wet spot of oil and semen.
  "That's it?" he asked incredulously.
  Justin opened his eyes and shot him a hurt look.
  "I mean," Neville amended, "I kind of thought it would be more, you know,
  more of a big deal. The way people talk..."
  "Yeah..." Justin shrugged. "I suppose." He lowered his head and began to lick
  Neville's waning erection.
  Neville lay back and let him. For him the main act was done. He might as well
  enjoy the rest of it.
  Apparently Justin had more experience in this area, because before long
  Neville found his hips bucking off the bed, seeking the heat and suction of
  Justin's mouth.
  Another few thrusts, and Justin was wiping sticky semen from his chin.
  "That it, I guess," he said.
  Neville only sighed in response. He had fallen back on the pillow, breathing
  hard.
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