Title:
Where we've been
Pairing: Neville/Zaibini
Summary:
Drabble. 'Underwater' prompt.
"I -- I can't do this with -- with them watching!"
Neville was blushing furiously, even underwater, the eerie glow of moonlight breaking through the surface and pinching his face pink. He glanced around nervously, self-consciously, before looking back at Zabini who wore a rather smug grin on his face.
"They're not watching. They're spectating"
"That's -- that's the same thing!" Neville stuttured. Biting his lips into a thin worried line and trying to cross his legs tightly despite the thick weed bindings holding them in place.
"Relax," Zabini hissed, running a hand down his chest to nestle in the soft curls, "This is supposed to be fun."
"Well it isn't much fun for me! There's a load of people going to know about it who could tell my gran!"
Neville felt Zabinini step further away from him, and sigh.
"You're impossible!" he said.
"Just give me some more of that bloody Gillyweed. I think my lungs are closing in."
Zabini handed it over without a word. Maybe they were finally getting somewhere.