AN: Will contain some slash, mature content. (Though not necessarily at the same time.)
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Off.
A tribute to strange pairings in the Harry Potter realm.
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One: Country Boy
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The boy wiped his mouth on his navy sleeve and settled back against the wall. In response to his fellow student's stare, he replied in Yorkshire speak, "'s' cold ou-side."
"Yes, so? You could be a bit more genteel."
"Prig."
"Country boy."
They smiled fondly at each other.
"I've never heard you insult anyone like that, Longbottom," declared the blond boy passively, flipping his bangs.
"I've never been called a country boy," Neville grinned, showing his slightly uneven teeth.
"There is a first time for everything, then. I quite like this angry side of you."
Neville shrugged. "Thanks. Nobody else does."
"They can't stomach it. I can stomach it."
"I know you can."
Draco Malfoy tugged on his green scarf. "Tut, imagine Snape's surprise if he knew we don't study at all."
"I'm abou' to fail on account of you."
"More than likely," Draco replied curtly.
"I hate you and I want her."
"I know," Draco shrugged. "But this is far more exciting than Potions study. And she doesn't call you cruel names."
"I don't really hate you," Neville said with some guilt, shifting his weight.
"It's all right if you do, I'm quite used to it."
"Give us a kiss."
"Take that toad out of your pocket and I'll give you more than that."