Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Warnings: Kissing, Slash, Obliviousness, Semi-Nudity, Frustration, Awkwardness, Established Relationship, Relatively Happy Year (5).
Pairings: Harry/Neville, Hermione/Ron
Harry was, in Ron's opinion, insane to like Neville as much as he did. They were always snogging, or shagging, or something else. Hermione and him would sometimes state that "It's a good thing Voldemort can't get into the castle, or they'd be dead."
Honestly, how does someone hold their breath for so long? Harry and Neville had been at it for hours and Harryhad not surfaced from his partner in a while.
Just as Ron was about to pull Harry off of Neville, he pulled back, taking in huge gulps of air. He moved his mouth down slightly, to Neville's jaw, and dragged his teeth across the skin there, eliciting a soft, almost silent moan from his boyfriend.
Oh hell no.
Ron had almost forgot: Harry was a sadist, and Neville a masochist, also known as the perfect pair. Basically, Harry got off on Neville's pain and blood, and Neville also got off on Neville's pain and blood. Harry took his nails from their spot resting in Neville's hair, and scraped them across his bare chest, up and down, going for the arms next. Neville's moans were increasing, and Harry was muffling them with his mouth...
Ron looked helplessly at Hermione, but she was breathing harshly with heated cheeks, and Ron looked around at the rest of the common room to find that they were so used to it by now, that they could ignore it.
He heard a quick, "muffliato," come from Harry, and sighed in relief. That is, until he heard the next spell his best friend said, "praetendo."
A dark screen covered them, and Ron also noticed their shadows were blocked...
Ah, bloody hell.
Um...it just came to me...
~Nox