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Neville sighed as he dropped his gaze from the stunning blonde glaring at him from two tables away.
It was so unfair. He would do anything for a kiss from that boy, a touch, even a smile.
Neville couldn't help it. He looked up from his plate again and across the room to—
Oh, Merlin, that face! The piercing eyes that gave him such agreeable shivers when they were looking at him—the fact that they were almost always narrowed in disgust gave Neville goosebumps. The pointed chin, tribute to his sharp mind and sharper tongue. The white-blonde hair that was always carefully styled—Neville longed to muss it, run his fingers through it. The only signs of weakness on Draco Malfoy's perfect face were the lovely cheekbones and creamy skin.
Neville was unceremoniously brought back to Earth when a large hand grabbed his shoulder.
"He's MINE," a familiar voice hissed, and Neville didn't have to turn to know who the speaker was. Ron Weasley had noticed Neville's obsession. Neville had wondered when Ron would find out. Ron and Malfoy had been seeing each other secretly for almost two months—Neville was the only one that knew about it. Really, that's what had started his infatuation with Draco.
He had tried to forget, but deep down he knew he didn't want to.
Neville had awoken late one night, covered in sweat from some half-remembered homoerotic wet dream. Realizing he was done sleeping for the night, he went to the Gryffindor bathroom to clean up—but as he approached the door, he heard voices. Male voices, moaning and sobbing and panting in rhythm with each other. The sounds alone made Neville's heartbeat quicken and his erection rose almost immediately. He contemplated for a moment—what if they saw him?—but it seemed clear that the two were very distracted.
He eased the door open an inch or two and looked inside. He gasped.
The curtain of one of the shower stalls was open, revealing two men—one facing Neville, the other on his knees, busy sucking a huge cock. The redhead had his eyes closed, obviously enjoying the blonde's ministrations. Neville had to stare at the one on his feet for almost a minute before realizing it was Ron—possibly the most unlikely closet case Neville could think of. It was also a shock to see Ron's naked body. Neville had often wondered what Ron looked like under his loose robes—he was tall and broad-shouldered, and other than that it was almost impossible to get any kind of idea about the body underneath. Ron's chest and arms were muscled, his waist was small and he had a happy trail that made Neville drool. Only when the blonde spoke did Neville's attention waver from Ron's athletic body, and in a second his lust for the ginger was eclipsed.
"Baby, you're choking me," the blonde drawled in that familiar tone.
Neville's life was forever changed.
Draco was tall, surprisingly so, and as he stood to plant a gentle kiss on Ron's lips the first thing Neville noticed was his gorgeous toned butt. Malfoy raised a hand to Ron's face, and as he did the muscles in his back rippled perfectly. The couple turned, so Malfoy was now facing Neville, and he was treated to an amazing view. Draco's face, eyes closed, completely lost in Ron's deepening kiss. His hard chest, with its delicate pink nipples that begged for Neville to suck them. The abs—lord, it was beautiful, the way his muscles shifted under his skin with the slightest movement!—and finally his huge cock, held with a long-fingered hand.
Neville came into his own hand, holding his breath as his eyes rolled back into his head. It was ecstasy and agony. Draco was naked—but with somebody else, one of Neville's own friends. And what would Hermione think? Did she even know? For a second Neville considered telling her—but then realized that the voices were getting closer. He turned and bolted toward the room that he shared with the other Gryffindor boys in his year.
He had barely managed to crawl into his bed when Ron sauntered in. "Neville," he whispered, "Don't think you can get away with this. Tell anyone about it and I'll tell Draco—he'll deal with you…"
Neville knew that Draco's punishment would be harsh if he found out what Neville had seen. But was that really such a bad thing…?