Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling
A/N. There's not been a lot of response to this. I always intended to keep going anyway but I'm a little disappointed guys. Any feedback would be nice. It's been a while, but here are two chapters to make up for my lack of updates.
The first part of The Neville Trilogy
NEVILLE NUMQUAM
chapter four
the consequences of silencing charms
As soon as Malfoy shut the wardrobe door he realised his mistake. That bleeding eejit, Weasley, was still standing there! And his doorknob was turning.
His mother entered the room with her cloak flowing majestically behind her back. She looked at Ron and then at Draco.
"Draco, love, what is going on?" she asked. Malfoy wandered over to Ron, trying to think on his feet.
"Well, mum, you see..." he began. "I was indeed pleasuring myself. It's just that... he was... helping me."
His mother raised an eyebrow. "Helping you, dear?" she asked.
"Yes, this is..." Malfoy slung his arm around Weasley's shoulder. "My lover, Ramon."
"Your lover?"
"He doesn't speak any English," Malfoy said quickly. "But he is a stallion in the sack."
Malfoy was vaguely aware that Weasley had never looked so likely to kill someone.
However, his mother's face had softened. "Ah, like father, like son," she said. "Your father always did have a weakness for redheads. I'll leave you two to it."
She left, closing the door behind her. Almost instantly, Malfoy's arm snapped away from Weasley.
"So, Malfoy, how would you like to be destroyed?" Weasley asked.
"Shut up, Weasley," Malfoy snapped. "I did what I had to do to get us out of a sticky situation. Now get Longbottom and the Mudblood out of my wardrobe."
Weasley complied. He opened the wardrobe...
"Hermione!" he exclaimed.
There was a shriek, and Weasley stumbled back from the wardrobe having received a scratch to his face that was now bleeding rather a lot. He failed to take it like a man by screaming and grabbing Malfoy's bed-sheets to try and stem the flow.
"No, you inbred fool!" Malfoy squealed. "Those are worth more than your entire house!"
"Is something wrong, dear?" His mother had poked her head in again. "I heard screaming."
"Oh, nothing, mother," Malfoy said, snapping upright. "Ramon just likes it rough sometimes. You know what these foreigners are like."
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It took the combined efforts of Ron and Malfoy to pry Hermione away and allow Neville to start breathing normally again. He took a few minutes to catch his breath while Hermione proceeded to over-react to Ron's injuries.
"Oh, Ron, my darling," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry. Here, I'll clutch you to my ample bosom and the power of my love will heal you."
On the whole Hermione's plan didn't exactly heal the cuts on Ron's face. In fact, it was Malfoy's wand that healed the cuts. But Ron was certainly a good deal happier than he had been before.
"So, if Harry's not in your room then where is he?" Ron demanded when Hermione had calmed down.
"He'll probably be in the dungeon," Malfoy said offhandedly. He looked confused by their expressions. "What?"
"You have a dungeon?" Ron asked in surprise.
"Well... yeah." Malfoy looked a little put out. "Doesn't everybody have a dungeon to, you know, keep any unruly servants and mortal enemies that might be visiting in?"
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Meanwhile, somewhere far away and seemingly unrelated.
"Sirius, stop humping my sofa!"
The offending large black dog whined at Remus, who rolled his eyes. He'd reluctantly agreed to Dumbledore's request to allow Sirius to use his room to visit Harry whenever the young boy had injured himself yet again. Of course, Harry had gone missing, yet again. So Dumbledore had told them to hide in the room where Sirius was violating his furniture, yet again.
"I was in prison for a long time, and this sofa is soft and has nice curves," Sirius groaned, having turned back into his human form.
"So now what do we do?" Remus asked, sitting down on the sofa beside Sirius.
"Dunno," Sirius replied. "We could go look for Harry."
The two sat in awkward silence for a moment.
"I have a bottle of Firewhiskey in my desk," Remus said. Sirius was silent for a moment longer.
"Yeah, let's do that instead."
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While Sirius and Remus got suitably wrecked the heroic foursome continued their quest through Malfoy Manor to try and find Harry.
The dungeons themselves were pitch black and Malfoy had insisted they use as little magic as possible so as to avoid being detected. Instead Ron and Neville were carrying various large torches.
"Right, we'll have to open all the doors to find him," Malfoy warned. "So, be prepared for some things that you may find disgusting."
They learnt quickly that Lucius Malfoy had decided to decorate some of his cells differently. The first few were fairly plain with just a set of chains hanging on the wall and no bathroom. A previous prisoner had been forced to relieve himself in a corner, and apparently the House Elves had "forgotten" to clean it up. Hermione screamed when she thought she saw it moving.
Another room appeared to be a chamber filled with the various supplies one might need for a massive bondage orgy.
The next room was actually designed like a hotel room.
"Malfoy, this room looks better than my house," Ron said. He'd sat on the end of the king size bed to admire how soft the mattress was.
"Weasley, the cell where the prisoner had shat in the corner was better than your house," Malfoy snapped back. "Let's keep moving. We need to find Potter soon."
"Yeah, but this bed is sooooooo soft," Hermione said, poking it with her finger. "Can't we just stay here?"
"MOVE!"
Hermione and Ron did a fair bit of huffing and puffing as Malfoy led them out of the room. Neville stayed a moment to admire the room and steal the chocolates off of the pillows.
At last they came to the right cell. They opened the door to see Harry slumped down against the wall with his arms in chains. Hermione had squealed with delight and run over to hug Harry. Harry tried desperately to gasp for air whilst Hermione sobbed into his chest.
"Er-me-knee," he choked out.
"Let him go, Hermione," Neville tried to tell her. "He's turning purple."
"Oh, Harry, we've come to save you!" Hermione squeaked.
"What took you so long?" Harry growled.
"Harry!?" Hermione gasped in shock.
"What's wrong?" Harry demanded. He looked furious.
"You're angry but... you're not shouting."
Harry glared at her. "Malfoy used a silencing charm on me, but I can still talk normally. Although my voice isn't as loud as it used to be. I'm worried people won't be able to hear me."
"Oh, Harry," Hermione moaned in sympathy. "I'll undo the charm now." She raised her wand to end the spell but Neville snatched it off of her.
"Actually, it might be better to just leave him like this for a while," Neville reasoned. "I mean, it would be easier to sneak out without him shouting all the time."
Hermione sucked in a deep breath.
Harry cringed in anticipation.
Malfoy cowered.
Ron's right index finger inexplicably found its way up his nostril.
"HOW CAN YOU DO THAT TO HARRY??? AFTER ALL HE'S DONE FOR YOU YOU'RE JUST GOING TO LEAVE HIM LIKE THIS??? YOU'RE DESTROYING HIS SPIRIT AND CRUSHING HIS SOUL AFTER HE'S LOST HIS PARENTS AND VOLDEMORT'S TRYING TO KILL HIM AND ALL HE EVER WANTED WAS TO BE LOVED!!!"
Hermione gasped for breath while Neville stood there, shocked.
"But... I lost my parents," Neville pointed out. "I grew up with my grandmother, remember? And Voldemort's trying to kill pretty much everyone, so that's hardly unique to him. And, in case you hadn't noticed, Mrs Weasley loves Harry more than her own children; Dumbledore constantly shows favouritism towards Harry at the expense of other students; Hagrid would die for him; Professor Lupin is quite fond of him too; Ginny Weasley would drop her knickers at a moments notice if Harry asked her to; Ron treats him like his favourite brother; your love for him burns with the intensity of a thousand suns; and even Snape begrudgingly respects him."
"Not to mention his escaped convict godfather who's quite fond of him too," Ron pointed out.
"So, Harry is not unloved; he's more loved than me at any rate. People aren't constantly picking on him either. Since first year he's broken more school rules than any student in Hogwarts History and has never even been suspended. The worst he's ever gotten was 50 points taken off at one stage. So you and him can cut out this whole Oh, woe is me, nobody loves poor Harry Potter act because it's all bullshit and we're all fed up with it!"
There was a long silence.
"Neville," Hermione whispered at last. "I want to have your children." She had a look in her eyes. It was a look the likes of which Neville had never seen before. Sure, girls had looked at him with admiration sometimes. Some had even stared longingly at him with barely suppressed lust. One girl had even got herself off in the Common Room watching him doing his homework. But no girl had ever given him a look that so plainly said that he wouldn't be keeping his trousers on for much longer... whether he liked it or not.
"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed. Hermione turned her attention back to Harry. This gave Neville a glance to gulp and edge towards the door.
"Hermione, something wonderful just happened," Harry told her. "A few seconds ago, when you showed an interest in another bloke, I tried to force myself to shout and unwittingly made my testicles finally descend. Anyway, I just realised that I've loved you every second since I first met you, six years ago when you first sat down opposite me and gushed like a fangirl whenever you found out what my name was."
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione squealed, throwing her arms around him. "I love you! Now we can be together and have lots of kids and name them after your dead parents and we can grow old together and you can die first in my arms, because, well, men tend to live shorter than women and then I'll try to go on without you but probably just wind up jumping off a cliff because I can't go on without you and then we'll be in heaven were we can have sex all day and all night because we'll be young and fit again."
Harry was utterly speechless for a second or two. "Awesome," he finally said.