Chapter 8

"Harry! Bring some more cold ones in, love."

"Can't you get them yourself, you lazy sod?"

"That's no way to speak to the love of your life!"

"Come in here and see what other choice words I have for you, you pillock."

Neville snorted and shared an amused smile with Ron, who took great delight in vexing in Harry wherever possible, including when Harry was in the kitchen trying to cook a meal that Ron had had no hand in whatsoever.

"He's going to crack you over the head with something heavy," Draco warned as he emerged from the kitchen, handing Neville and Ron a beer each.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Ron replied with a grin. "How's he getting on in there?"

"Well…nothing's on fire," Draco replied, taking a seat on the squashy, over-sized footstool next to where Neville was sitting on the sofa. "He is turning a very interesting shade of red though."

"Perhaps I'd better lend a hand," Ron said, casting a look to the kitchen door.

"I wouldn't," Draco said, shaking his head. "He said you're banned from going in there under any circumstances, including the house being on fire or Voldemort's return."

"Duly noted," Ron said, slumping back on the sofa and taking a large swig of his beer. "So, how did you two get on at your weekend at the manor?"

Draco looked slyly at Neville and said, "Despite it being perhaps the longest weekend in the history of the world, we managed to find one or two highlights."

Ron made a gagging sound and said, "God, I don't want to know.

"No?" Draco asked innocently and Neville knew there was no point trying to stop him. He watched with an exasperated smile as Draco said, "You don't want to hear about the truly spectacular blowjob Neville gave me up against the door, or when he bent me over my father's desk and – "

Ron threw a cushion at him and Draco laughed, saying, "Neville, maybe you should tell him what Sev and George got up to instead."

"I told you that in confidence," Neville admonished, giving Draco's thigh a slap.

"Oh hell," Ron groaned, looking truly pained. "You didn't catch them at it?"

"Not quite," Neville said as his hand settled on Draco's knee. "I had the decency to leave before they did anything too naughty."

"I wouldn't have," Draco said, wiggling his eyebrow. "I'd have stayed and watched."

"That's because you're a degenerate," Neville said with a laugh as he rubbed a gentle circle over Draco's knee.

"My brother and Snape," Ron said, still looking highly perturbed. "I know it's been nearly two years but I still can't wrap my head around it. I mean…I know they love one another…any idiot can see that…but I don't understand it."

"I think they make sense. They're very striking together; Snape's…I don't know got a quality about him and George…well George is just gorgeous," Neville said, swigging his beer.

"Oh yes?" Draco said, looking at him. "Do I have to keep an eye on you whenever George is around now?"

Neville grinned and squeezed Draco's leg. "Absolutely," he said. "I wouldn't let me out of your sight if I were you."

Draco narrowed his eyes at him and said, "You're a shameless slut."

Neville's grin widened and Ron snorted with laughter just as Harry gave them a shout from the kitchen. "Nev! Drake! Take your seats at the table and Ron come and give me a hand bringing this out."

Neville and Draco did as instructed, Neville taking the opportunity, while they were alone, to slide a hand around Draco's neck and lean in to whisper, "Don't worry, it's never George's arse I fantasise about all day."

"No?" Draco asked with a coy smile.

"No," Neville confirmed, nipping Draco's ear, moving away as Harry and Ron came out of the kitchen, bearing their dinner.

Conversation flowed easily as they ate, both Neville and Draco praising Harry's culinary efforts as they enjoyed their fantastic dinner. Harry and Ron apprised them of the latest turn their training had taken, which soundly frankly exhausting to Neville. They were coming to the end of their second year and still had another to go before they could do field work independently.

They were both still enjoying it, apparently convinced that this was the career path they wished to take but Neville wasn't so sure. For Ron perhaps the work would be fulfilling but Neville rather thought that Harry had had enough of dark wizards to last a lifetime. The trouble was Harry knew that people were expecting him to become an auror and that his skills rather fitted the job description. Neville wasn't sure it would ever bring the man true contentment and he wouldn't be surprised if, in the future, Harry's path veered in another direction.

Harry wanted peace and quiet, he wanted to enjoy the life he had fought so hard for and life as an auror wouldn't necessarily bring that. Personally, Neville thought that Harry should throw his talents into teaching, as he'd done a spectacular job in their 5th year, but perhaps that particular trajectory would come later down the line.

"How goes the house renovation?" Ron asked as they all took their last mouthfuls of the delicious meal.

"Fantastic," Neville said, leaning back in his chair.

"Apart from the fact that this one can't make up his mind about the new kitchen cupboards," Draco said, rolling his eyes and dabbing at his mouth with a napkin.

"I told you to pick whatever you like," Neville argued.

"And I told you that I want your input. I don't want to find out a year down the line that you secretly hate whatever I choose."

"I'm sure that won't happen," Neville said with a smile as he rested his arm on the back of Draco's chair. "You've already made the place looks heaps better; I trust your tastes."

"High praise indeed," Draco said with a smile.

They migrated back to the living area and settled on the sofa and armchairs, Draco sitting pleasantly close to Neville, his thigh pressed against Neville's as Neville shifted slightly to accommodate him. He ended up sitting with his arm draped tentatively around Draco's shoulders, wrapping it a little more firmly around the man when Draco tilted his head to smile at him.

"Are you two going away on holiday this summer?" Neville asked, taking a sip of his wine. The booze was always fantastic at Harry and Ron's and there was always plenty of it.

"We might pop over to France for a bit, or even Romania to go and visit Charlie," Ron replied. "He seems to be based there permanently now."

He reached out and pulled Harry down onto his lap, amid much protesting and laughter, and said, "This one has to have at least one romantic holiday a year or he says he'll leave me."

"That sounds like me, doesn't it?" Harry asked, deadpan, as he squirmed and tried to get himself comfortable on Ron's lap. "Drake, if we do go away, will you be able to have Teddy on the days I'd normally have him?"

"Of course," Draco said with a nod. "You know I love spending time with him."

"The kid adores you," Ron said with a grin. "Can't think why."

"Taste and common sense, neither of which you possess," Draco returned smoothly and Neville laughed as he stroked Draco's shoulder absent-mindedly. Draco turned to look at him and said,

"They'll probably go away when you're off on your next conference, you won't have to be bothered with Teddy."

"I don't mind being 'bothered' by him," Neville replied. "You know he's welcome at ours any time."

Something soft settled in Draco's features and Neville was struck, yet again, with the urge to lean down and kiss the man. He was so close, his head was tilted at the perfect angle and his lips looked so deliciously inviting. Neville swallowed hard and, with great effort, tore his eyes away from the man and asked, "How long do you two get off for the summer?"

They talked happily, topics ranging from their various different pursuits to gossip of friends and family. Neville had always enjoyed evenings at Ron and Harry's flat but he was surprised to find just how much he enjoyed being there with Draco. When he'd first learnt about Narcissa's plan to marry him off to the man, he had imagined their place to be his refuge, the place he would go to get away from his husband. He'd never envisaged being there together, enjoying an evening of good food and pleasant conversation while Draco sat close enough to feel the heat coming from his body.

"Anyone for a coffee?" Harry offered as the night drew on.

"Not for me, thanks," Draco said, rubbing his temple and Neville leant back to get a better look at the man. He had gone a little pale and there were the beginnings of dark smudges under his eyes.

"Are you ok?" he asked him gently, placing a hand on the man's back.

"I'm fine," Draco said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Just feeling the beginnings of a headache stir."

"I told you not to spend the whole day in that cellar bent over potion fumes with no ventilation."

"I know you did," Draco said with a sigh, "but I had things to do."

"I think we should get you home."

"No," Draco said, shaking his head then frowning at the action. "I'll be alright, I don't want to spoil the evening."

"No arguments, home and bed," Neville said, shifting himself off the sofa and giving Draco a gentle tug up. "We'll bid you goodnight, gents," he said to Harry and Ron. "Thanks for a lovely evening."

"Yes, thank you," Draco echoed as he let Neville slip an arm around his shoulders. "Sorry to have to cry off like this."

"Go and sleep it off," Harry said with a smile. "Hope you feel better in the morning."

Neville guided Draco gently through the floo and held onto him as the man stumbled as they emerged through the fireplace in the den. "Come on, let's get you up to bed."

They walked slowly up the stairs, Neville holding Draco closely to his side as the man tucked himself tightly against Neville's torso. He stopped at Draco's bedroom door and, reluctantly, said, "I suppose I should leave you to it. Can I get you anything? Cup of tea?"

"You're sweet," Draco said with a smile, "but I'll be alright. I just need to sleep it off." He leant up and pressed a soft kiss to Neville's cheek, whispering softly, "Goodnight, Neville," before he turned and disappeared into his bedroom.

Taking a breath to steady himself, Neville gave himself a shake and wandered off down the corridor to his own room. He wasn't thinking about that chaste kiss whatsoever, no he bloody well wasn't.

Draco slept in late the next day and Neville decided to leave him to it. He had plenty to be getting on with and spent the day in his greenhouses tending to his plants. He didn't see Draco at lunch or at dinner but he popped his head around the man's bedroom door a couple of times and saw he was fast asleep, curled around one his pillows as though it was a comforting body. Neville tried very hard not to think whose body it might be.

He retreated to his study in the evening, oddly unwilling to curl up in the den and watch TV without Draco next to him. He had research notes to sort through and half an essay still to write so he sequestered himself away and focused on his work. He had his nose buried in an ancient Herbology tome that he'd filched from the library when there was a soft knock on the door and Draco poked his head into the room.

"Hi stranger," Neville said with a smile. "How are you feeling?"

"The little bugger's finally receded," Draco said, shifting into the room and running a hand through his endearingly messy hair.

"Maybe next time you'll listen to me when I tell you not to poison yourself with all those fumes."

"Yes, dear," Draco said, rolling his eyes. He came to perch on the edge of Neville's desk and said, "What are you up to? Can I bother you?"

Neville looked up at him, pleased to see the man had colour back in his cheeks, and said, "You can always bother me."

"How rude," Draco replied as he slid his hand over Neville's, his longer fingers dancing over the skin of Neville's wrist and up his forearm, tickling in a far too pleasant way.

"You are feeling better," Neville said with a raised eyebrow and Draco gave him a wicked smile as he slid off the table and insinuated himself slowly onto Neville's lap. Neville let his hands wander over the man's slim hips and gently up the muscles of his back, feeling himself harden as Draco wriggled against him.

"I had a dream," Draco said as he slid his hands up Neville's chest.

"Did you now?" Neville asked, amused.

Draco nodded. "It gave me ideas."

"That sounds bloody dangerous."

"Depends on your point of view," Draco said as he let his hands rove up Neville's throat and into his hair. The man was so ridiculously sensual that every touch felt fantastic and Neville sometimes thought he could spend a very pleasant couple of hours just being touched by those lovely hands. "How do you feel about…switching?"

Neville's eyebrows rose as a very endearing blush spread across Draco's cheeks. "Switching?" he echoed as Draco began to fiddle with the collar of his shirt. "As in…you'd like to top?"

Draco cleared his throat and looked down at the buttons of Neville's shirt, the blush increasing, as he said, "Perhaps. I mean…only if that's the sort of thing…I'm very happy with the way things are…I just thought it might be interesting."

Neville slid a finger beneath Draco's chin and titled his head so they were looking at one another again. "I'd be more than interested," he said softly and Draco's eyes lit up.

"You…you'll tell me if I…if it's not good?" Draco asked, his voice so quiet that Neville could barely hear him. His vulnerability was so staggeringly endearing that Neville felt both his attraction and his affection swell in his chest.

"You've never…before?" he asked gently and Draco paused before he shook his head, the blush on his cheeks somehow managing to make his eyes appear softer. "I can't imagine you'd be capable of giving me a bad time," he said with a grin and the tension in Draco's body eased a little as he returned it, the action boyish and invitingly cheeky.

Draco shimmied off his lap and Neville stood, a delightful flutter of anticipation rolling through him. He could feel that Draco was nervous but he also knew just what well-matched bedfellows they were and that Draco was capable of doing anything he turned his mind to. He expected the same single-minded focus that Draco displayed in any other area he found interesting and was excited to be on the receiving end.

Draco licked a slow swipe along the bottom of his lip and took a breath before Neville leant forward and pressed their lips together. Both on familiar ground, they kissed leisurely for a moment or two until Draco's hands began a thorough exploration of Neville's torso. It wasn't long before they were venturing lower and Neville smiled into the kiss as he felt his erection being palmed through the front of his trousers.

"Why are you always so dressed?" Draco murmured as his lips went to Neville's jaw and Neville laughed as he helped Draco in his mission to undress him.

Their shirts were shed and Neville shifted out of his trousers before he pulled Draco close again, kissing him soundly as his hip knocked against the table. He let his hands roam over the smooth skin of Draco's back until they moved lower to cup the man's backside in a familiar motion.

"Uh uh," Draco said in a whisper, pulling back with a wicked smile. "It's my turn to be in charge."

"Yes, sir," Neville said, retuning the smile as he raised his hand to trace Draco's beautifully sharp jaw. "Give me what you've got."

Draco's eyes flashed at the challenge and he pushed Neville against the desk before he gave his lip a little nip then sank to his knees. Neville's pulse jumped at the sight and his already half-hard cock rose to full attention against the strain of his boxers. Draco leant forward and nuzzled the cotton-covered bulge with his nose while he ran maddeningly slow hands up the back of Neville's legs.

Neville shuddered and Draco grinned up at him. "I love how ticklish you are," he said, his voice a pleasant vibration against Neville's cock.

"Don't be evil," Neville warned.

"That's like telling the sun not to shine," Draco replied smugly as he dragged his nails over the back of Neville's knees, Neville nearly buckling as he did so. Draco continued to torment him mercilessly, tempering the sting with gentle flutters against his straining erection with his mouth. Neville wanted to tell him to stop teasing and remove the offending underwear but he knew that would only play into the man's hands and prolong his suffering.

"I'm going to make you beg, Neville," Draco threatened darkly. "To get you back for all the times you've had me doing so."

"You think you can?" Neville asked, loving provoking him.

"Let's see, shall we?" Draco asked, before slowly drawing Neville's boxers down his legs, his erection bobbing only centimetres from Draco's face.

Neville braced himself on the table and watched with hooded eyes as Draco leant forward and licked a slow stripe from the base of his cock to the gently-weeping head. He brought his hand up and gently rolled Neville's balls against his palm then proceeded to lick and suck around the head like it was a lollipop. It was ridiculous how the man had accustomed himself so quickly and so precisely to Neville's particular tastes but it had only taken a couple of encouraging noises or gentle hints early on for Draco to learn exactly what Neville liked.

Draco wrapped his free hand around the base while the other continued to massage his balls, the pressure absolutely perfect. He continued to tease the head of Neville's cock with his wicked tongue, doing things that Neville was always certain shouldn't actually be possible. A delicate finger slipped backwards behind his balls and gently swept over his entrance and Neville's eyes fluttered shut at the promise in that carefully searching finger.

Draco moved his head and took Neville's cock all the way to the back of his throat, relaxing the muscles around it and letting Neville gently push into his mouth. "Oh yes, baby," Neville whispered as he wound his fingers through Draco's hair. Draco looked up at him through his lashes, deliberately provocative, and Neville smiled down at him, saying, "God, you're perfect."

Neville would never how the man managed to smirk with a mouthful of cock and yet he did just that, taking Neville deeper than should have been physically possible while that searching finger continued to stroke Neville's entrance softly. He slowly removed his mouth and Neville was about to protest but then the man looked at him with an intense look and murmured, "Turn around. Lean against the desk."

Excitement coursing through him, Neville did as he was told and braced himself on his palms, wondering if Draco was about to do what Neville hoped he would. He got his answer moments later when he felt a warm, wet tongue sweep across his crevice and he bit back the embarrassing whimper that threatened to escape him.

He'd done this to Draco plenty of times and had loved every delicious noise he'd managed to wring from the man but the tables had never been turned this way. He reminded himself to breathe as Draco pressed the flat of his tongue against him and began to lick and swipe with gentle and precise movements. He should have known that Draco would pick this up as quickly as he did everything else, that the man's natural sensuality would guide him in driving Neville out of his mind.

Draco's tongue was as wicked in this endeavour as it was in everything else and Neville closed his eyes as pleasure raced through him. Draco moved with fervour, and Neville hoped the man was enjoying it as much as he seemed to rather than performing the task because he felt he had to. Neville felt a lubricated finger breach him just as Draco's clever tongue did so and he bit back another moan.

"Stop holding yourself back," Draco admonished, and Neville could practically feel the smile against his skin. "I want to hear you."

"You're trying to kill me," Neville moaned as he gripped the table more firmly.

"Only a small death," Draco murmured, clearly pleased with his own joke, and Neville would have laughed had it not been for the fact that Draco resumed his actions with purpose. He slid another finger inside Neville as his tongue continued to lap at him, Neville unable to hold back his moans any longer.

It had been a while since he'd been on the receiving end of such attention; he generally preferred to top and had had partners that preferred it that way too, but he was enjoying himself immensely and was more than happy to let Draco take the lead whenever he decided to in future. A third finger was added, all three crooking to drive little sparks of pleasure from Neville's groin outwards.

"Christ, Draco," Neville breathed. "Can you…oh fuck…"

"Can I what?" Draco asked as he scissored his fingers in and out, his tongue and lips accompanying them so that Neville was almost in danger of being overwhelmed by sensation.

"Draco…"

"Now, now. I said I'd make you beg. I owe you, Neville."

"Evil fucking Slytherin," Neville groaned, his head falling forward onto the desk.

"You can do better than that," Draco replied and Neville pressed back against the man's fingers.

"God, Draco. Fuck me."

"What's the magic word?"

"Now!"

"Try again."

"God, you're lucky you're hot. Fuck me please," Neville ground out through gritted teeth.

"That's better."

The fingers were removed and Neville heard Draco get to his feet, followed by the rustle of his trousers being removed. Mercifully, it was only a moment later Neville felt the blunt head of the man's cock push against him before it slowly breached him in a sinfully slow thrust.

Draco's hand glided over his hip, up his back to rest on his shoulder and he leant close to Neville's ear as he slid in to the hilt. "Is this ok?" he whispered softly. "I don't want to hurt you."

"God, Drake, it's better than ok. Start moving, please start moving."

Draco did as he was asked, bringing his other hand to anchor itself on Neville's hip as he began to thrust carefully. It was actually rather endearing that the man was taking such care of him but Neville wanted it harder and faster, he wanted to feel every inch of the man inside him and let it take over him. He clenched around the man and Draco groaned, his hand gripping Neville's hip more tightly.

"Come on, baby. You can give it to me harder," Neville said, bracing himself more firmly.

Draco made an unintelligible noise somewhere in his throat and his fingers dug into Neville's skin as he began to do just as Neville had asked and thrust into him with hard, firm strokes. Neville keened and pushed back, meeting him with each deliberate movement, impaling himself again and again.

Draco's breath came in stutters and Neville wished he could see the man's face, wished he could see the flush over those pale cheeks and the growing expression of pleasure on that handsome face. Each thrust was delicious and Neville wanted it to last forever, to feel the man buried deep inside him while his pleasure burnt through him.

"Fuck, Neville," Draco said in a gasp as his hips pressed hard into Neville with each swing of them. "Oh fuck."

He reached round and made a tight fist around Neville's painfully hard cock, fucking him into it with each thrust. Neville moaned and let the sensation take over him, overwhelmed by the feeling of Draco inside him and the man's hand milking his swollen cock.

"Oh fuck, I can't…can't last much longer," Draco breathed. "You feel too fucking good."

His hand sped up on Neville's cock and his thrusts became quicker, pushing Neville over the edge and into an absolutely blissful orgasm, spurting his release all over the grainy wood of his beloved desk. He felt Draco reach his own finish, the man's hands gripping him tightly as he did so, thrusting into Neville until his movements stilled and his breathing shuddered.

"Was that...was that ok?" Draco whispered next to his ear, his warm chest pressing against Neville's back.

"Ok?" Neville echoed with an incredulous laugh. "Drake, did it sound like I had any complaints?"

"Oh…good."

The gentle kiss that was pressed to the back of his neck was possibly even more endearing than the questioning hesitancy in the man's voice and Neville was sorry when he felt the man slide from his body gently. After a murmured cleaning charm, Neville righted himself and turned around to see that Draco was looking at him with a shy, uncertain expression.

He looked vulnerable in his nakedness, the commanding presence from only moments ago completely banished. Something tight closed around Neville's heart and he reached out to gently cup Draco's cheek, pulling himself close against the man's body. He drew him gently into a soft, chaste kiss then pulled back with a smile.

"You're a puzzle," he said quietly, stroking Draco's jaw with the back of his fingers.

"You going to solve me?" Draco asked, attempting to shrug off his previous uncertainty.

"I'll give it a damn good go."

AN: These two can't get enough of each other, eh? Hope you enjoyed it, let me know :)