God the looks of shock on your faces! Someone actually paired Blaise and Neville? But how could this be? Who would even conceive of such a pairing?

Well my hand is up and I'm admitting it now, I LOVE this pairing for there are stories written about them in the hard to reach places of the world - well Adult fanfiction if I'm honest.

But Give it a chance, go on, for me?


I wash the soap from my hands and place the white, shiny plates neatly in a row on the draining board. Sometimes I envy them. Nobody expects anything of plates, rather the person who washes or takes care of them. They must be clean, they must not break – but the plates are not at fault if they do.

I listen to the low hum of my grandmother's radio upstairs, soon she will be calling for her lunch, it's a Friday so she'll have a pumpkin pasty followed by half a chocolate frog. Tomorrow she'll have something different but yet the same as a week ago exactly…and the week before.

My point-is one loses themselves in routine, in the mundane, when there is nothing to live for except the briefest of moments, where the only time you truly live is in these moments.

So I carry Grandmother's lunch upstairs and I set it on the tray and watch as she shakes her walking stick in anger as the T.V says something she dislikes. Not the people on the T.V but the T.V itself. There are no people in a box – only lonely people believe this is so- I am not lonely.


Soft flesh gives for softer, hard muscle collides with other, harder muscle. Body parts caress and slide and meet and part…this, this is my life.

I smell him all around me, that sweet smell of pine and sherbet. I feel his lips as they caress my neck and I gaze into eyes of azure blue and know I am safe and secure and dare I say loved in his arms.

He plunders me and invades my senses and body, as is his right. I am his to explore and invade, as he is mine to do just the same… and I will later, for we still have time.

Oh I can feel him deep inside and we are together in the sweetest and closest of ways. This is when I know he is mine! This is when I know that life is worth living. They say seconds are like grains of sand and if this is true then I hoard sand, I am a sand hoarder and soon it is the hope that I will have a beach of sand.

For right now my collection is not even a sandpit.


Yes there's more, yes the chapters get longer.

Btw: If anyone's actually reading this I'll eat my iron and you all wanna see that so REVEIW!