Title: Wizard Wars: A New Hope

Author: Scarsgirl Claim: Sci-fi

Character(s): Neville, Draco, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Hermione, Augusta Longbottom, Harry, Ginny, Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Lucius Malfoy, Dobby, Ocs

Parings: Neville/Draco, Harry/Ginny, hints and references to other pairings

Table/Prompt: October table/Sci-fi

Word Count: ~28,000

Rating: M

Summary: Wizards in Space. A Harry Potter/Star Wars fusion.

A/N: Written for the October Prompt table over on the Draco/Neville Livejournal. This is my first time writing for a prompt and what I had intended to be a short story with Neville in the role of Luke and Draco as Han Solo turned in to this monster. I would love to hear your thoughts, comments and reviews. Due to time constraints we only got one beta read in, so if you see mistakes please let me know and I will correct them asap.


Neville always tried his best to keep his curiosity at bay. When he and Gran would visit the nearby towns to sell the produce from the farm, she was always berating him for wondering off and getting lost. He was often told that as a farmer the town was no place for him and that his curiosity could get him killed.

That's why he had to be especially careful right now. If the strangers Gran had allowed into the house after sending him to the fields didn't kill him - Gran would for snooping. He really tried to keep his curiosity at bay, but they hardly got visitors out this far and never a very aged man with a beard that nearly touched his knees or a cyber, who's hair reminded him of the time that womprat got stuck in the generator, and especially nothing like the third part of the group. The most beautiful creature Neville had ever seen.

He looked like a human, but his hair and skin were so fair as to almost be translucent and the clothes he'd worn on his lean frame were skin tight. Leaving nothing to the imagination. Nothing like the loose robes he and everyone else on Tatooine wore. He also had a weapon strapped to his thigh in plain view, something that was never done, even in the towns. The fair-one had caught Neville looking at the weapon, smirking at him and raising an eyebrow.

Neville had torn his face away, his ears going hot. He had looked around aimlessly as his Gran and the old man greeted each other and started talking about 'it being time.' When he finally decided that the other man must have turned away, he looked back to the fair-one. Only to find that he hadn't turned away. As a matter of fact, he was still staring at Neville and when their eyes met, he winked. It'd made Neville's skin feel hot everywhere.

"Neville!"

Neville automatically straightened his shoulders. Gran had complained often that since his growth-spurt last year that he'd taken to slouching. He complained that it was difficult not to slouch when their home and all the farm equipment were made for a 5 foot tall woman.

"Y..yes, Gran." Neville felt his face grow even hotter when the fair-one stifled a laugh at Neville's reply to his grandmother.

"Go out to the west field and check on the irrigation system. We've been getting some off readings." Gran said gruffly, shooting an evil eye at the fair haired man, who was very obviously working to keep a straight face. Apparently, the stranger didn't realize that no one messed with Gran and by extension Neville. The older man and cyber also shot looks at the man, who shuffled and coughed to clear his throat before looking away to the horizon.

"Oh, okay," he replied obediently. He could tell by Gran's face that she was shocked by his easy acceptance. So, he reasoned that it was really her own fault for trusting him to actually stay gone after he'd jumped in the landspeeder. He'd hid the speeder behind the first relay station he came to and ran back to the house.

Now he was hiding in one of the alcoves off the main living area. It was close enough that he could hear the deep voice of the older man, Gran's stern-sounding replies and some murmuring either from the cyber or the fair-man.

He didn't catch all of what was being said, but the conversation was about him. His Gran seemed adamant that Neville was not going where ever it was that the old man wanted him to go. While the old man and his companions were trying to convince her otherwise.

"Perhaps, we should ask Master. Longbottom what he wants." The old man's voice carried into the alcove so strongly that Neville actually startled believing that he had been discovered.

"Neville!" Gran's voice was decidedly angry sounding. Damn, why did nothing ever go his way. "Get out here, boy."

Neville shuffled out of his hiding place and down the small hallway to the living area. Gran and the old man had taken the chairs in front of the fire place while the cyber stood at the old-man's side and the fair-one leaned against a wall. All eyes were on him as he entered. He turned his face down so he wouldn't have to see their faces when Gran started berating him.

He stood for a moment in that position, looking up when he heard Gran let out a long-suffering sigh. "Come closer, Neville," Gran said in a strangely resigned voice, "let Master Dumbledore see you."

Neville nodded and stepped forward. The old man smiled at Neville as he approached and Neville felt himself relax somewhat at the gentleness he saw there. "Ah, he takes after Alice, but I do see your Frank there." The old man said and Neville saw something pass on Gran's face that he'd never seen before.

She never talked about his parents, all that Neville knew was that they had died when he was just a baby and that Gran had taken him to raise. She'd never tolerated Neville's questions about them and eventually he'd stopped asking.

"Hello Neville, I am Albus Dumbledore and these are my companions, Hermione and our escort Draco." Neville had nodded at the cyber, Hermione, returning the gentle smile she gave him. If hadn't been for the cybernetic arm, he would have thought she was totally human.

He'd only ever heard of such beings while being teased by the boys in the towns when he was younger. They would tell stories about half-human, half machine creatures sent by the Dark Lord to steal little boys and girls from their homes. The stories had terrified him, but he couldn't imagine that someone who smiled so sweetly could do anything like that.

He didn't get the same feeling when he turned to regard the fair-one, Draco. As a matter of fact the smirk on the man's face as he looked Neville up and down had all sorts of implications that Neville was too embarrassed by to continue thinking about in the presence of others. Neville had nodded and turned his eyes back to his Gran, swallowing thickly.

She had a softness in her eyes that he rarely saw. It made him nervous to see such vulnerability in her, "Neville, I have something to tell you." She said softly, pointing to the foot stool. Neville sat on the stool, turned his face to her and listened.


Draco drove a landspeeder like he was running from death itself. Neville would have been frightened for his life, if his head hadn't still been reeling from all that he had learned in the past few hours.

The story of the Dark Lord's rise to power, how he had destroyed the Intergalactic Wizarding Academy that had trained him before leading a small group of loyal maniacs to overtake the Ministry, the galaxy's ruling body had been terrifying in itself.

Then learning that a prophecy had foretold that he and another boy, born only hours apart, would bring about the Dark Lord's downfall which had in turn resulted in the torturous murder of both sets of parents. The truth of his parent's murder had been a devastating blow.

Neville and the other boy had been saved by the few Wizards who had survived the destruction of their school. Then placed in hiding until the time was right. Another party was collecting the other boy, Harry, from a world called Alderaan. He had been raised by a politician who'd fled the capital when the Dark Lord had taken over the Ministry.

"Hagrid should have the ship ready when we return." Draco's voice cut through Neville's thoughts. He was addressing Dumbledore, but shot a look over his shoulder to regard Neville. He had listened quietly in a corner as Gran, Dumbledore and Hermione had told him his history and their plans for him.

Gran had given him the choice to stay, but after learning of the fate of his parents and the truth about how the Dark Lord and his minions ruled the Galaxy, he knew he had to take the chance to destroy him and his evil empire. Neville had packed quickly, only taking a few essentials and had meet Gran and the others at the landspeeder. Gran had thrown her arms around his neck and he had promised to return as soon as possible to help with the farm. Draco had frowned and shook his head at Neville before jumping into the landspeeder.

Really, Gran and the droids could take care of the farm without him, but he knew she needed to believe that he believed he would be back someday, so he'd told her what she needed to hear. Though, even he didn't believe he would ever see home again.

He'd thrown her one last smile and waved as Draco took off. Hermione had taken the seat next to him and seemed lost in thought to as they headed toward town. Their attention was drawn to Master Dumbledore has he raised a hand and said, "Slow down Draco, I sense something up ahead."

Draco had slowed shooting Dumbledore a glare as they came up to the outskirts of the town. A small blockade had been set up on the street that led into town. It was guarded by the Dark Lord's troops. There were units stationed on every planet to 'assist' the governing bodies in times of need. In reality, the troops kept the planets under the Ministry's thumb and reported any threats back to the Dark Lord.

Hermione had pulled her hair and cloak around her face to hide her dermal implants, pulling her cybernetic arm up in the sleeve to hide it as well. "Say nothing," Master Dumbledore said, "unless they ask you a direct question." Neville nodded back to him and caught Draco flashing him a concerned look.

They came to a stop has they reached the barricade waiting behind a vehicle Neville recognized from their days at Market. One trooper spoke to the driver briefly, while the other two inspected the vehicle using some handheld devices.

When the other vehicle pulled through, after being cleared by the troopers, Draco pulled up to the barricade his serious demeanor changing as he flashed the guard a broad smile.

"State your business," the trooper said.

"We're traveling off planet today. Came to catch our ride at the port." Draco offered smoothly as the two other troopers began to scan the vehicle.

"What ship will you be traveling on?"

"The Falcon," Draco answered, congenially. The trooper tapped something into this armband studying it. The trooper began to say something, but was cut off by a alarm coming from one of the scanners being held by the trooper standing next to Hermione.

"Sir, where getting some strange electronic readings from the vehicle." Neville saw Hermione go stiff and glance at him as Draco turned to face the complaining guard. "Oh, one of the stabilizers back there was acting up. We patched it up with a few odd parts we had around the farm until we could get it in for a proper repair." He lied smoothly flashing a smile at the guard. Neville wondered briefly if they could even see Draco smiling at them through the helmets they wore.

"Sir, I don't think the signal is coming from the vehicle." The guard replied. Draco had turned back in his seat at the statement and said, "It's all you old man."

"Imperio," Master Dumbledore muttered to at the guard standing next to Draco. Neville saw the guard go stiff for a moment before relaxing his body.

"Sir?" The guard next to Hermione questioned.

"Move on. Your free to go." Neville heard Master Dumbledore say.

"Move on. Your free to go." The trooper parroted back.

"Thanks." Draco said, putting the speeder in motion. Neville could here the guards squawking behind them as they pulled away.

"At speed, if you will Draco." Master Dumbledore requested benignly.

Draco had shot him a glare muttering something in a language Neville couldn't understand as he sped up heading toward the port.


They had made their way into the port bypassing the port authority easily. Neville slowed down as they approached the ship they would be taking, he had never seen anything larger than a landspeeder this close. He'd felt an hand cup his elbow and turned to see Draco smirking at him. "Beauty, isn't she?" He drawled, the pride evident in his voice.

Neville smiled at him and blushed when the pride in Draco's eyes changed to something else, as his smile widened. "I'll show you around after we get her in space." He said, his eyes roaming up and down Neville again.

"Really, Draco must you?" Hermione said, her eyes rolling as she walked by him toward the ship's cargo bay.

"I really have no idea why your complaining. As I recall, you rather enjoyed your tour." Draco called after her, smiling, when she sent him a vicious glare over her shoulder. Neville's brow creased in confusion, a frown turning his mouth down.

Draco looked back at him, his smile dropping, "Well, she did." He said, shrugging his shoulders as he began walking toward a ..a.. something emerging from the ship.

A shocked breath escaped him when the giant stepped in to full view from the belly of the ship. Draco waved a hand to the giant calling, "Everything ready, Hagrid?"

"Aye Captain." The giant called back tipping his head to Hermione as she passed him to board the ship. "But you've a visitor." Draco's walk slowed down to a stop as he looked to the crates that Hagrid had pointed to.

There stood a being that was unfamiliar to Neville, but when Draco turned his face he could see a smile had plastered itself to his lips. "Greedo!" He called as Dumbledore walked by Neville, grabbing his arm and tugging it slightly. "I think it best we make haste Young Master Longbottom. It is usually best not to spend too much time in the company of beings such as this."

Neville wanted to point out that Draco was apparently getting ready to do just that, when he heard a shot ring out. He turned in time to see the being that Draco had been speaking with fall to the ground, a hole blown in his chest.

Dumbledore pulled Neville even harder toward the ship as Draco turned shouting, "Get her started Hagrid!"

Neville ran up the ramp with Dumbledore just as troopers began to sweep towards their end of the port. Hagrid moved past them, surprisingly fast for something that size heading toward what appeared to be the cockpit of the ship. "Move your arse, Draco!" he yelled, landing in a large pilots chair.

Neville turned to see Draco run up the ramp, gun in hand, slapping a button that closed the bay door. "What happened?" He asked, as Draco sidled past him toward the cockpit. Hermione came from the back of the ship asking, "What is going on?"

"Oh, just an old friend telling me I had a price on my head that was too high to ignore. Had to make a run for it." Draco said breathlessly as he jumped into the seat next to Hagrid. A ping off the windshield drew everyone's attention. "Bullocks, they're firing, but we'll be long gone before those weapons can breach the hull." Draco said over his shoulder, catching Dumbledore's eye.

Dumbledore nodded to him in response as he led Neville to a seat behind Draco's pilot chair.

Draco and Hagrid were hurriedly pressing buttons and switches. "We're ready," Hagrid said to Draco.

"Strap in." Draco shouted, as even more pings began to bounce around the windows.

Dumbeldore took a seat behind Hagrid as Hermione strapped in a foldout just outside the door. "Get strapped in Neville." Hermione ordered, as he sat there in shock. He had just managed to get the belts around himself as they lifted off.

Neville looked out of the windows as they quickly rose out of the port and over the town below. His Gran was somewhere down there and he might never..he drew in a sharp breath and looked down at his lap. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Dumbledore's understanding smile.

"We're going into to hyperspeed. Everyone strapped in?" Draco asked sharply. Master Dumbledore said, "Yes, we're all in," before Neville could form a response and then the world went nova.

For just a moment Neville had the impression that everything in the Galaxy lurched forward, the sensation stealing his breath. Now, all he could see were the streaks of light from stars near and far. His home was light years away already. He swallowed thickly, feeling the hand on his shoulder squeezing gently before releasing him.

"Well, that was fun." Hermione piped in from beyond the door, undoing her belt and rising from the seat she had unfolded from the wall.

"Yer definition of fun is lacking, if you ask me Missy." Hagrid shot from the pilot's seat.

"Oh, stop your belly-aching. That wasn't even close." Draco said as he checked over some controls.

The giant huffed at that, purposefully turning to work the ship controls effectively dismissing Draco. Draco angled his chair around rolling his eyes at Hagrid's huff, before they landed on Neville.

"So,?" He drawled, "What do you think? Time for that tour?"


Neville regarded the small room Hermione had led him too after her brief tour of the ship dubiously. Of course, he would only be spending a few days in the cramped room and he had the rest of the ship to wonder around in, but compared with home and the thousands of acres he and Gran ran it seemed small indeed.

He was putting away the few things he'd brought when he heard the door slide open. He wasn't very surprised to see Draco standing in the open doorway. Neville smiled nervously and said, "I've already had the tour. Thanks.." Before turning back to the bag he was emptying out.

"Oh, but you didn't get to see the best part." Draco said, as the door slide shut, "You see, I think of this ship as a part of me." Neville felt his cheeks heat and shook his head at himself. "Has no one ever told you 'no' before?" Neville said, not moving his eyes from his task though he was putting the item into the chest.

"Oh, I've heard it plenty, but I haven't heard it from you yet." Neville's shoulders slumped and he exhaled deeply. He felt he had aged years from this morning. "I'm too tired to play whatever game it is you like to play with your passengers," he said, turning to find Draco leaning against a wall his arms and ankles crossed.

"My game? I think you started it. Why quit now?"

"Me?" Neville felt his eyebrows draw together. "What are you talking about?"

Draco uncrossed his body so that it was open and splayed against the wall. It reminded Neville of how gorgeous he had thought the man only hours before. "Now, do you want me to stay or shall I take my leave?" He asked cockily.

Neville took a step, bringing himself to the edge of the bed and sitting, "Why would you think that I want you to stay?" He said lifting his eyes to Draco's,

Draco smirked at him. "I saw you looking at my cock. At your Gran's, you were practically drooling."

Neville felt his mouth drop in surprise before he closed it again quickly. Gran always said it wasn't a good look for him. He shook his head feeling the blood rush to his face. "I..I was looking at your g..gun." Neville stumbled over the words.

Draco brought his eyebrows together and looked down at himself. A considering frown on his face. He began working on the straps of the gun, pulling them loose and free. He held up the gun in his hand showing it to Neville, then tossed it so that it landed on top of the chest.

Neville watched the gun fly across the room then turned back to Draco. He opened his mouth to ask him what that was supposed to prove, but couldn't quite find the words when Draco leaned back against the wall and canted his hips towards Neville seductively.

"So,..." he drawled, "what are you looking at now?"

Neville thought for a moment that he was choking on his own tongue or perhaps experiencing a heat stroke, even though they were far away from Tatooine's sun. Neville felt his eyes go huge as Draco pushed himself off the wall, walking to him as a the cocky look on his face transformed into...no one had ever looked at him like that. It was pure lust.

He felt his body respond and swallowed as he unconsciously spread his legs to allow his prick to harden.

Draco was standing in front of him now and Neville had to tilt his head up to look at his face. He insinuated a knee between Neville's thighs, straddling one leg. Neville clenched his thighs together instinctively when he felt Draco's knee brush his inner thigh. It had the effect of trapping Draco's leg, but he didn't seem to mind much as he looked down into Neville's face and smiled.

"You've got me now, what are you going to do with me?" He whispered, bending down toward Neville, his eyes shining in the low-lit room.

Neville turned his face to the side just as Draco's lips were getting ready to land on his. He was breathing hard, waiting for Draco to do or say something. When he caught his breath, he turned his face up to Draco. The look of lust was now clouded by confusion, "If...um.." Draco said starting to pull away. Neville squeezed his thighs tighter to prevent him from moving.

Draco chuckled humorlessly, "Your confusing the hell out of me, you get that right?"

Neville swallowed, "Can't we just talk for a while?" He asked, his face heating at how hopelessly lame he sounded.

"Talk," Draco huffed, "God, you are right off the farm, aren't you?"

Neville felt his shoulders slump as he released the tension of his thighs. He figured that Draco would get as far away from him as possible the moment he was free. Instead, he felt gentle fingers card through the hair just above his ear. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

Neville felt a shiver run down his spine and bit his lip to keep in a gasp.

"Um, your not from Tatooine?" He asked quickly, then berated himself, of course he wasn't from Tatooine. If a man like Draco lived anywhere on the planet, Neville was sure he would have heard about him in the local gossip.

Draco shook his head 'no' as his fingers continued to play with the hair around Neville's ear. He wanted to stop the shivers going through his body, but he didn't want Draco to stop what he was doing.

"Then were are you from?" The fingers in his hair paused briefly before Draco answered, "Oh, here and there." He tried to make the words sound casual, but Neville could tell it was forced. "You never had a home?" The fingers stiffened and pulled away. "I don't want to talk about that." Draco answered coolly, starting to pull away again.

Neville's wrapped his hands around Draco's waist and said, "Okay, not that, then tell me how old you are? How you got your own ship? You can't be much older than I am." The words spilled from his lips quickly and he pressed his thumbs in the soft fabric covering Draco's stomach to make himself stop.

Draco huffed and shook his head, "Um, okay. I'm 20 and I would say your what? 17?" Draco was eying him.

"Well, I'm actually 19, so we're pretty close in age."

"Really?" Draco sounded doubtful. "Your 19? You act like you've never, um.."

Neville smiled ruefully. "I live on a farm with my Gran in the middle of nowhere."

"The town's only a couple hours a way. I can't imagine being your age and not..." Draco trailed off, possibly because Neville released his grip and started pulling away again. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. I'm sure you've just been busy and from what I saw of your Gran she probably tried to keep you pretty isolated, though considering what the old man said, can't say as I blame her." Draco tried to sound reassuring, but it was too late. Neville felt humiliated. Of course, now looking back on it, he could see that his Gran had isolated him for his own safety, but at the time, he'd thought that she was simply embarrassed by him. And, he'd been convinced that he wasn't worth anyone's time, so he'd never even tried anything, with anyone.

A hand brushed his cheek and he looked up. "It's kind of nice though. I haven't ever been with someone who has never had a lover." Draco bent down cupping Neville's jaw and raising his face, "I could teach you everything a man your age should know." Draco bit his lips as he looked at Neville, "How to pleasure a partner. Help you find out what pleasures you." He said the last only centimeters from Neville's lips. This time Neville didn't turn away.

The soft lips touched his lightly. Neville gasped at the pleasure that simple touch created feeling the pressure increase. He felt he should do something, so he mimicked the movements of Draco's lips against his and was rewarded with a moan. Neville was grateful he was sitting otherwise he was certain his knees would have given out on 's body scooted closer as their arms went around each other. His around Draco's waist, Draco's around his neck and shoulders. Draco's tongue licked along his bottom lip and Neville parted his lips in response.

He may have never done any of these things, but he did have access to a halo-screen and he knew that when two people kissed they usually opened their mouths to one another. What the halo-screens couldn't do, was tell you what it felt like to be kissed that way. His whole body felt like a coiled spring. Draco pushed against him and Neville let himself fall back, breaking the contact with Draco's lips. He'd closed his eyes during the kiss and when he re-opened them, the look on Draco's face reminded him of the way Jawa's looked at a bag of coins.

"Let's see what these robes are hiding, shall we?" He said, sliding the knot out of Neville's belt. Neville looked down his body and though he was still fully clothed, the erection creating a tent in his pants made him feel completely exposed. He couldn't help but notice Draco's hard equally prick pointing out almost comically against the skin tight clothing he wore.

Neville was breathing hard as Draco opened the front of his shirt, exposing his chest. He opened the shirt wide and ran his hands up from Neville's waist to his chest, massaging the taunt muscles that years of hard work in the fields had given him. "I see why she kept you hidden away, now. A body like that, the slavers would have stolen you to be some rich man's prize." Draco drawled.

"I hardly think so." Neville said, his voice sounding breathy.

"Oh, I do." Draco said running a hand back down Neville's chest and bringing it to rest just at the waistband of his pants. Neville's skin felt like it was on fire. When Draco took one end of the drawstring that held his pants up and pulled he very nearly climaxed. His head dropped back and he groaned with the effort of not coming.

"You can come, if you want." Draco's voice sounded casual yet completely sexual at the same time, "Might even be better if you did." Neville looked up at him his mouth hanging open. Draco smirked at him as he let the now undone string fall, "Don't worry. I'm very willing to put the effort into making you hard again." Neville shuddered as Draco worked his hand past the now loosened waistband of his pants. The moment Draco touched his prick, he came.

He hadn't realised he was shouting until the buzzing in his ears died down. He never shouted when he touched himself at home. He lived with his Grandmother for God's sake. He threw an arm over his face. Everyone on the ship probably heard him. "Why would that be such a bad thing you make the most lovely sounds." Draco said thickly above him, his hand still on Neville's cock holding it loosely, though it and Neville's pants were now covered in his release.

"Ugh, I didn't mean to say that out loud." Neville swallowed, to wet his dry mouth. He heard the smile in Draco's voice as he responded, "Well, I guess your just particularly vocal today," Draco lightly squeezed his prick causing Neville's back to arch and another moan to escape his lips.

Neville peaked out from under his elbow at Draco. He desperately wanted another kiss, but didn't know how to ask for it. Draco released him, bringing his hands to his own shirt and peeling it off. "Budge up," he said, lifting his chin toward the other end of the bed. Neville went to lift himself, but found his arms somewhat trapped by his shirt, so he shrugged it off his shoulders and tossed it to the floor. When he turned Draco had removed his shoes and was peeling off the skin tight pants he wore, hissing a bit when the fabric went over his prick.

Neville face got hot again. He'd never seen another man completely naked. Draco was just as fair skinned in body as he was in his face and his hair was just as translucent around his cock as it was on his head.

"What species are you?" Neville asked in awe.

Draco huffed, either at Neville's question or with the effort of climbing on the bed as Neville scooted up to make room for him. "I'm as human as you are. My look, if you want to call it that comes from my family's penchant for marrying cousins. Couldn't go mudding up the genes or spreading around the money and power with a bunch of outsiders and all that." Draco was on his knees in front of Neville, who was now leaning against the wall at the far end of the bed. Even sitting there naked with his prick hard and leaking he looked as confident he did fully clothed. Neville admired his self-assurance.

Draco placed his hands on his knees. "So now that we don't have to worry about rushing things..." Draco trailed off running his eyes up and down Neville again, "why don't we finish taking off those pants and get a good look at you."

Neville had thought that Draco would move toward him to take the pants himself. Instead he just sat there, waiting. Neville took the waist band of his pants in his hands and lifted his hips to take them off. It took most of the wetness from his skin and he used a corner to clean himself up before tossing them to the floor.

Draco licked his lips and Neville unconsciously did the same. He still wanted that kiss, but if Draco wasn't going to make the next move he guessed it was up to him. Neville leaned forward scooting closer. He saw Draco smile at his forwardness and by the time Neville made it to him Draco was ready to attack his mouth.

They kissed, and kissed some more. Neville could see now why Draco had wanted him to come. He could take his time and enjoy the sensations of Draco's kisses and caresses without the pressing need of his prick clouding his mind. Of course, that didn't mean it wasn't interested in the proceedings. Neville could already feel it beginning to harden again. Draco pressed his shoulders back and Neville moved slowly to lay down, this time not breaking the kiss as he got to enjoy the feel of their bodies sliding against one another as they made themselves comfortable.

Draco broke from his lips with a nibble and began to kiss his jaw line. Neville was touching Draco everywhere, cataloguing the reactions he received. Shivers, when he ran his hands up the side of Draco's torso; moans when he ran them down his back and a grunt and hard jerk of his hips when he cupped his arse in his hands. The grunts turned deeper as Neville continued to rub and squeeze Draco's ass.

Draco scooted so that his wet prick was lined up with Neville's and wasn't the most brilliant idea ever. Neville's hips jerked at the feeling and they both scooted and slid until they found a rhythm. Neville reached up without hesitation this time to take Draco's lips, though they were more panting against each other than kissing. He swelled with pride knowing that this was driving Draco as mad as it was him.

They moved and moaned and kissed and suckled and just as Neville began to berate his body for moving him toward climax again so soon, he felt Draco's hips start to jerk off-rhythm as he began to grunt louder. Seeing the intense look in Draco's eyes as he felt the hot liquid from Draco's prick shot against his prick and balls, sent him on a pleasure spiral and he felt himself come again, Draco still rubbing and sliding against him as he shouted and shuddered.

Draco slowed as Neville began to whimper as his terribly over-sensitive cock began to soften. Draco kissing his cheek and nuzzling his neck as his body relaxed into Neville's. They lay there like that just breathing for a moment, their bodies going still. Neville felt himself start to drift, coming back to wakefulness when Draco moved to lift himself off of Neville.

Neville smiled up at him shyly and was glad when Draco smiled down at him. He scooted off the edge of the bed, heading for the sink. When he got there he opened a shelf to the side of the sink and pulled out a flannel placing it under the tap that started automatically. "Hot." Draco said to the tap and steam began to rise.

Neville pushed himself up on his elbows as he watched Draco rake the flannel across his skin cleaning up. He put it back under the tap, rinsed it out and wrung the excess water out before turning with it to come back to Neville. When he reached the bed he handed the wet flannel to Neville and said, "Just toss that and you're dirty clothes in the bin by the sink. The ship's droids will take care of them for you by morning," Draco said, sounding suddenly formal, "if the sheets need changing there should be clean ones in the chest."

Neville continued to clean his skin as Draco spoke, though he knew his face had to look as confused as he felt. "You..your not staying?"

Draco had picked up his pants and was legging them on. "Oh, I have to relieve Hagrid, let him get a few hours in. He's spent from running around in that desert. He's not really meant for such climes."

"Oh, will you come back after then?" Neville felt childish and foolish for asking. Draco pulled his shirt over his head and began to toe on his boots. "Well, these beds are really meant to sleep single and the old man said you'd start your training in the morning. I wouldn't want to disturb you. I'll see you at breakfast, yeah." He said sliding his hands through his hair to get it out of his face.

Neville tried a smile, "Yeah, sure." He said nodding his head at Draco. He wanted his tone to sound casual, but he must have failed as he saw a grimace paint Draco's face. He bent down to tuck his pants into his boots and when he rose he had an uncertain smile on his face. He bent forward slowly and placed a kiss on Neville's brow. "Good night." He said, his voice low.

"Good night." Neville responded hollowly. He just watched as Draco grabbed his gun, nodded to him once and quickly left. He shook his head at himself. What was he expecting anyway? It wasn't like he didn't know what Draco was, but when he'd looked at him while they were making,,, well, having sex Neville thought he saw something. He laughed at himself. "You are right off the farm, aren't you?" He said to the empty room.

He finished cleaning himself up, put his clothes and the flannel in the hamper Draco had pointed out, changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed. He wished for a moment that he had changed the sheets when he realised he could still smell Draco, but he was too physically and emotionally exhausted to worry about it now.

He berated himself for getting distracted. He wasn't here to get into a relationship anymore than Draco was, he had a mission, a destiny. Draco was doing the right thing, really.

Tomorrow he would start his training and when he got to Dagobah he would say good-bye to Draco and never look back - just like Draco probably would. He rolled to his side and curled in on himself. In a few days my training will start and I'll need to focus on destroying the Dark Lord. Then, if ..when I make it. I can go home find a nice girl or boy to love and start my life, he thought resolutely, as he drifted off to sleep.