Written for the Normal Tasks In The Buff Challenge. I am really tired of Ron after some how reading several stories where he's an ass so I didn't want to write with him in it sooo... yeah.

"I looked them up in the library! They'll sure win us against Slytherin!" Seamus said excitedly.

Normally, Harry would ignore anything Seamus said regarding Quidditch, but no one was there to distract him or take him away from his roommate. Hermione and Ron were being too lovey for his tastes, Ginny was too busy studying, and Neville hadn't been seen since Potions. Of course, Seamus wasn't bad and all, but they didn't really talk besides Quidditch and gossip. Of course, the gossip tree had become sick just like Dean. With Dean in Madam Pomfrey's office, Harry was the only one to talk to.

"I hope so," he mumbled, not entirely into the conversation. Seamus went on about one of the moves animatedly until they got to their dorm. Seamus opened the door slowly, distracted from talking to Harry when,

"What the-" they heard someone say inside say and a crash. Harry and Seamus paused before opening the door fully to see their roommate's bed a mess and the edges of feet poking out next to it.

"Neville?" Seamus called. The shy boy's head popped up over the edge of the bed and he smiled nervously.

"Oh, hey guys." Neville's feet disappeared, but he didn't get up. Harry and Seamus exchanged a look.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked. Neville nodded.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just tripped over my blankets. Everything's fine." Obviously, their roommate was lying. Neither boys wanted to move from the doorway just in case something was wrong with the room.

"So, um, what are you doing down there?" Neville shook his head and sighed before standing and covering his, um, lower areas. Harry looked at him in shock, but surprisingly, Seamus wasn't fazed by it.

"So you're naked?" he asked slowly. The fellow Gryffindor blushed, but nodded.

"I was-"

"Nope! Don't want to know!" Harry interrupted. Neville opened his mouth to retaliate. "No!"

"I was just-"

"No."

"Harry, I can-"

"I don't want to know!"

"Yeah, but I want to." Seamus interjected. Harry glared at him before walking out of the room. "I'm leaving in a few seconds, Seamus! Get what you needed and get to the field!" Said boy rolled his eyes before looking back at a beat red Neville.

"Why again?"

"I-I, um, was," he paused, looking around the room, "practicing that Vanishing Spell and my clothes kind of disappeared." Though he wasn't sure he believed him, Seamus took the answer.

"Alright, you should probably keep working on that." he said before grabbing his Quidditch notebook and leaving. He heard the door shut and lock behind him.

It's a good thing I actually don't know that spell, Neville thought as he sat down at the edge of his bed.

Neville let out a breath of relief as his boyfriend came from under Harry's invisibility cloak.

"Thank Merlin they left before Harry could notice how your foot was poking out from under- Ow!" He looked at the boy who glared at him. He rubbed his bicep that throbbed for a few more seconds. Again, his boyfriend smacked him, this time on his bare chest.

"Ow! What the bloody hell, Draco?" Draco crossed his arms and glared at him. Neville rubbed at his chest and stared at him confused.

"After what you did to me a few minutes ago, you act shy!" he exclaimed. The Gryffindor smiled sheepishly and stammered a reply, but Draco held up a hand to silence him.

"You have absolutely no reason to be shy or stutter after that!" Neville looked at him for a moment before pulling him down on the bed and getting on top of him before Draco could react. He smirked at Draco's irritated look.

"True, but you loved it all the same didn't you?" Not one for stuttering for an answer, Draco lied there and glared at him causing his boyfriend to chuckle.

"I thought so. And I know," he said as he pressed kissed against the pale skin of Draco's neck, "that you'd love for me to do it again."

The Slytherin boy, again, didn't reply, but grabbed Neville's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Just as quickly, he pulled away.

"Don't make me hit you again, Longbottom. Hurry up and do it."

With his ego inflated, Neville smirked at him.

"Whatever you say, Malfoy."

When I was trying to figure this out, I actually wrote the ending first and it took me asking my sister for help. She's not helpful because she doesn't like Harry Potter and everything she gave me was...I'm not even gonna explain. But yeah, this is the result. Hoped you liked it!