Title: Malice
Pairing: Neville/Draco
Rating: M
Word Count: 384
Prompt: Personality can open doors, but only character can keep them open.
Warnings: Dubcon, slash, smut.
Author's Note: Written for thehogwartslife on livejournal as a pinch-hit.
The first time Draco slammed him up against one of the rough walls in the corridor, Neville was shocked enough to cry. The invading tongue probing roughly at his mouth was warm and forceful and the hand rubbing at his pants wasn't pleasurable, it was simply painful.
The blond hair pressing into his mouth smelled like harsh chemicals and he could barely breathe as Draco began nipping at his neck, biting at his skin with frevor as his hand trailed up and down Neville's thigh.
He couldn't even stutter out a protest, shock and fear both prominent in his thoughts as he wondered what the hell was going on as the Slytherin dug his nails into his arse, a groin positioned right against his.
"I want. . . to break you," Draco ground out as he trailed saliva along Neville's collarbone, "Stop being so goddamn loyal to Potter. It's sickening."
Draco was there, overwhelmingly so, and then gone, leaving Neville to sink to his knees and sob.
The second time, Neville had known it was coming. He hadn't been able to walk a handful of feet all week without fear creeping down his spine. So when Draco cournered him in the empty Transfiguration Classroom, Neville wasn't surprised in the slightest. His wrists were suddenly pinned to the desk and Draco had him bent over it, Draco's torso crushed against his back to keep him in place.
Neville slammed his eyes shut in disgust with himself as he felt his body tense, felt himself go hard like the groin pressing into his backside. Draco smirked, hand snaking around to feel the bulge in Neville's pants, fingers encircling him through the fabric.
"Seems to me like someone's not as loyal to Potter as they thought."
Neville squirmed, trying to wiggle out of the hands encasing his own, causing Draco to hold tighter.
"You know," Draco mused as he pushed against the other boy, leaning in towards his ear, "At first it was just because you're so stuck up Potter arse it's ridiculous that I wanted to hurt you, but now. . ."
Neville thrust his head back, aiming for Draco's face, face scrunched in concentration. The blonde only moved, avoiding it, and gave a sharp rap on Neville's chest for misbehaving.
"Now I realize that it's just too much fun."