To say Harry was in love would be an understatement. He was completely infatuated—in a non-obsessive way—with Neville. And he loved to show it, in an almost exhibitionistic way. Even if his fellow fifth years didn't understand his reasons or his results, Harry would continue to show his love for Neville until he ran out of it. That is to say, forever.
Daphne Greengrass was absolutely having the worst day. Astoria had owled their mother that morning saying that she was putting on weight and her mother had to limit her cookies, lest she lose a courtship opportunity due to her weight as a prank. This was a terrible start to her day, as she already had a boyfriend and needn't go through the courtship process again. Now, she was in potions and, rather than concentrate, all she could think about was Blaise. Blaise's arms around her waist, his lips on her neck, his breaths on her lips…
She was so lost in thought that she accidentally stirred her potion an extra time, consequently ruining it. Professor Snape looked at it in utter disgust. "One point from Slytherin."
Daphne hung her head.
After Transfiguration—her last class for the day—, determined to turn her day around, Daphne took Blaise's hand in hers and leaned up close to his ear. "What do you say we find an empty classroom outside of the dungeons?" she purred seductively. He gulped and she stared at his Adam's apple, bobbing under his neck...
She pulled him up a flight of stairs and down a random corridor—which, in hindsight, probably wasn't the smartest of choices—,and he pushed her against the wall beside a classroom door.
Then, they heard it. A deep, gutteral moan that neither of them were able to produce.
"Homenum Revelio," she whispered, looking at the door, and a faint glow came from behind it. So there was someone in there. Possibly in pain?
"Vox speculum," she muttered very quietly, and the door seemingly disappeared—seemingly, because it was still there in reality. What she was not expecting to see was Harry Potter on a desk, half naked, eyes closed, and nails clutching at Neville Longbottom's naked chest as if his life depended on it.
"Ngh- Nev. C-come on, N-Nev..." The look on his face was a mix of both pleasure and pain.
She looked to Blaise, who looked shocked, then disgusted.
"C'mon, Daph, let's go..." Daphne didn't understand. Why? It's not as if... Her eyes widened comically.
No.
Bloody.
Way.
Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom? Together?
"These two—" Blaise seemed completely repulsed, but he hesitated, "—...are clearly too occupied."
She looked back just in time for Longbottom to shake his head. Potter groaned, and that's when she realized that Longbottom had his hand near Potter's crotch.
Oh, she thought, realization dawning on her, Neville is one cruel bastard. He was denying Potter an orgasm. Even she wouldn't do that. Deciding she should leave before things got more heated, she grabbed Blaise's hand and all but dragged him back to the dungeons.
Daphne woke up with a groan and tensed. When no sound other than her and her dormmates' breathing reached her ears, she sighed in both relief and irritation. She would need to change her sheets. She blamed Potter and Longbottom.
So... This exists. Sequel of sorts to 'Oblivious', prompted by the two guests who reviewed it. Sorry if this sucked.
~Nox