Chapter 34
Reward
When Harry was in the bathroom he transfigured his comb into a knife. He stared at the shining blade for a few long moments, he felt so weak. He fell back against the wall and slid down it. His head tilted back against the cool tile, the knife dangling from his limp fingers.
If he did this Neville would be so sad, and disappointed, two things Harry never wanted to see on his lovers face in regards to him. If he didn't do this, Neville would be so happy, be grateful. If he did Neville would still hold him and love him and care for him.
If he cut himself... he would feel ashamed and undeserving of the love Neville gave him so willingly. He wanted Neville to be proud of him, and since that night he had confessed everything to the blonde, Neville had been working furiously to ensure his safety. It hadn't stopped the rape over night, but it had been considerably better.
He no longer saw Ron every morning. The rape was over now unless he was foolish enough to ask for it -which he wasn't- he was healing and it was thanks to Neville. If he did this it would betray all these things Neville had given him, it would feel like spitting on them.
The knife clattered the ground turning back into his comb. Harry stood up, the itch was dwindling it was still there, pain like this didn't go away over night and Harry figured there would always be that itch where Ron was concerned. But he had Neville to help him through it and instead of taking that opportunity he kept pushing the blonde away.
But not anymore. Harry pulled the door open and ran down to get Neville. He ran down the stairs and looked around only briefly until his eyes landed on their target. Neville apparently had been watching for him too, because the minute he saw Harry he stood up and opened his arms wide for the raven haired teen.
The most beautiful smile Neville had ever seen broke across Harry's face as he ran at Neville and jumped into his outstretched waiting arms. And when his own arms were wrapped around Neville's neck and Neville's arms were wrapped around his waist Neville twirled them around laughing.
Neville was proud of him. And Harry felt relief and happiness seep into his skin. If this is what real love felt like he never wanted it to go away. He wanted this forever. And if not hurting himself was the price he had to pay for it then he would never do it again.
If he had Neville by his side he felt unstoppable as long as the blonde was proud!
"I'm so happy Harry, and I think in fact you deserve a reward." Harry pulled back only far enough to look up at Neville.
"Oh and what would that be?"
Neville grinned like a wolf before quickly picking up Harry bridal style and carrying him back up to their dorm.
Neville kicked the door closed behind him before walking over to Harry's bed and playfully tossing the teen down onto it. He turned his body back towards the door and raised his wand. He peeked over his shoulder and saw Harry giving him a questioning look. He winked before turning back to it and muttering under his breath briefly.
"Silencing and alarm spell." Harry looked confused.
"You'll understand soon enough and if you don't I'll explain after!" With that Neville jumped onto the bed after Harry.
Neville climbed up on the bed after Harry and straddled his thin hips. He leaned over the teen and kissed him lovingly. He hoped Harry wouldn't freak out and think of Ron, at least not too much with what he had planned.
Harry moaned into his mouth, their lips and tongues twirling and dancing as they kissed with passion. When they ran out of breath Neville moved the kissed down to Harry's neck, worshiping his smooth porcelain skin. Harry was moaning and kneeing at the attention. Neville couldn't help but smile against Harry's neck.
His lips didn't stop as his fingers moved to start undoing the buttons on Harry's shirt, peeling the material away in a slow torturous manner that had Harry panting. "Neville stop teasing."
Neville smirked but obeyed and practically ripped the offending shirt from his beautiful lover, ignoring it completely as if fluttered the ground. He pulled back just enough to remove his own shit. He was ready to dive back in but a small smooth hand on his chest stopped him.
Harry looked up at him with wonder in his eyes. Neville had been chubby and downright nerdy looking the years previous. Harry had always claimed that Neville's looks were endearing, but now, Neville was just plain sexy. All his time with his plants, out in the sun had made his skin tan and slightly rough. His baby fat had melted away and in its place was the muscle Neville had earned from working in his extensive garden at home and in the green houses with Professor Sprout. Harry marveled at the flat stomach and thick arms. He ran his fingers through the light smattering of hair on the blonde's chest.
He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he just touched for a few minutes, his eyes finally made their way back to Neville's and he couldn't help the gasp that slipped out at the lust blown eyes doing the same assessment of Harry. A shiver went up the raven's spine at the look.
Ron had never taken time to just look at Harry. It had always been right to the action. But Harry should have known by now that there were very few similarities between Neville and Ron. It was like day and night. Neville was comforting and bright, he made Harry feel safe and warm. Ron was cold and bleak; he made Harry stop to think about all the bad in the world. Ron made Harry feel like there was no point to hope.
Harry knew which choice was better, which choice he would always go with. Neville was beautiful. Just as that thought left his mind thin pink lips were kissing his again. Harry moaned at the feel, his hands twining into Neville's hair massaging the base of his neck. Neville's hands were not idle either, they were skimming Harry's sides and arms, caressing the skin softly, learning every plane and bump and scar.
His kisses traveled from Harry full lips to his jaw, his cheeks, his nose, back down to his neck. He nibbled the skin then soothed it with long licks.
Neville's talented mouth traveled down further, Harry's collar bone being attacked with nibbles and hot opened mouth kisses that seared his skin. He felt on fire, in a good way. His skin tingling pleasantly. And Neville's mouth didn't stop there, it kept going further south stopping to lavish attention to Harry's nipples, biting and sucking till they were over sensitive.
Then Neville kept going, sucking at seemingly random junctures that proved to make Harry moan and writhe under his ministrations. Neville smiled as he licked across Harry's flat stomach, the muscles fluttering at the sensation.
When Neville finally reached the hem of Harry's trousers he stopped and looked up at Harry who was panting and wiggling from the need. When Harry was calm enough to register Neville had stopped he looked down at the blond and realized what Neville was asking with his eyes. He smiled and nodded happily. Glad for the request even if he was sure he wanted it... like now. Neville smirked and undid the button and zip.
He brushed his fingertips teasingly just under the hem until Harry glared at him. With a chuckle he pulled down the trousers in one fluid motion, tossing them to the ground. Before Harry could even wonder what Neville would do next a hot tongue was lapping at his cock through his thin cotton pants. Harry threw his head back, a loud surprised moan filling the air.
Neville nuzzled the now wet patch mouthing Harry's hard member through the material. Harry was fisting the sheets and trying not to squirm or buck, but when Neville's mouth found the head Harry grabbed Neville's hair and whimpered for more of anything.
Neville was only too happy to comply. He pulled Harry's boxers off and tossed them quickly, descending on the hard cock like a starving man. Neville watched as Harry's back arched clean off the bed, only his head and arse still touching. "Oh gods that's good."
Neville pulled off with an obscene pop. He fisted the now slightly slick member and he reached up to kiss Harry. "Do you like that love?"
"Gods yes, now I know what the big deal with blow jobs is." Harry was panting as his hips thrust up into Neville's hand.
"You've never had a blow job?" Neville looked really confused by this, and even more so when Harry's hips stopped and he blushed. Neville didn't want to ruin the moment so his just kissed Harry again before going back down to work.
Neville licked up the underside on the vein, when he got to the head he sucked it into his mouth and tongued the slit making Harry moan. Neville had to hold Harry's hips down to make sure Harry didn't thrust up as he slowly took the whole thing into this mouth.
He almost choked, Harry was a lot longer than he expected from such a thin and kinda short kid. But he was appreciative and took his time. He finally took it all the way in and swallowed around the head, Harry screamed in pleasure. "Gods Nev... soooo good!" Neville would have smirked if he could. He swallowed again as he inhaled the musky sent that was purely Harry. He moaned around Harry's cock and Harry screamed again.
Neville loved the noises Harry made, loved knowing he had caused them. He hummed again as he began bobbing his head. Harry was a mess beneath him, writhing and moaning. He knew it wouldn't be too much longer, in fact, knowing it was Harry's first blow job he was surprised the boy was lasting as long as he was.
He took Harry one more time deep in his throat and swallowed as he hummed and Harry lost it. The only warning was a husky growl of Neville's name. Then his mouth was flooded with Harry's come.
Neville swallowed it all, and continued licking Harry softening cock until Harry whined from the over stimulation. Neville slid up Harry's body and kissed him again, tenderly and lovingly. Harry wanted to cry he was so happy and he felt so cared for.
"I love you Neville." It was all Harry could say and Neville simply smiled.
"I love you too my Harry, and I'm so proud of you." Harry's mind must have unclouded from his orgasm soon after though because he realized Neville hadn't been taken care of.
He turned to Neville and before the blonde could even protest or understand what was happening, a warm calloused hand was unbuttoning his pant and was wrapped around him firmly. Harry just stared up into Neville's sparkling hazel eyes as he used the precum for lube and began a slow torturously beautiful trail up and down Neville's cock.
Neville moaned at the feel, he hadn't expected or planned on getting off. This was about Harry and rewarding him for not self harming. But if Harry wanted to than who was he to stop the raven haired teen.
Neville didn't last long. He was so worked up from watching and working Harry that he had already been close.
And when he came he could feel Harry's eyes on him, watching him come undone.
As Neville was still cooling down Harry flicked his wand and cleaned them up then snuggled down into Neville's arms.
"So, why didn't you just lock the door instead of putting up the alarm?" Neville was still slightly breathless but answered all the same.
"I didn't want you to think you had no way out if I did something you didn't like so I just put up an alarm in case Dean or Seamus came back early. Harry was touched and rewarded Neville with a passionate kiss, making them both breathless again.
"I've had an exciting day I'm ready for bed. Harry curled himself around Neville and smiled contentedly. Neville chuckled but settled down into the bed and drew the blanket up over them.
"Goodnight Harry, I love you." He kissed Harry's lightning bolt scar and pulled the teen closer.
"Love you too Nev." Harry mumbled sleep already clouding his voice as he nuzzled into the warm chest.
Second chapter in a day, and it's a smutty scene as a reward for your patience with me! Plus I kinda left the last one as a cliffhanger setting it up. Anyhow, enjoy!
By the way according to Microsoft Word this story is now 111 pages! Lol! This is my longest story guys!