A/N: I had to include the first part after dear Marisa's reaction. Hope you enjoy it!
Thank you Allie Potter, ema lee, Eternal Haven, Lindsay Beth, Elise, Padfoot Lover, Tom Riddilpley (Yeah, school has a tendency to do that), Prong, Zoe, LunarBard (Eek! I'll try!), Helga of Wurm, Kathryn Malfoy, Fleur---@, Mystica, Cat Samwise, Mrrrisa, and Rehanna.
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"Please, Neville," Ron begged, placing a kiss behind his ear.
"I don't feel ready for this."
"I don't want to force you."
"Ron, I want to eventually, but can't we just enjoy this for awhile?" Neville asked, kissing him softly.
"Maybe we should wait."
"There's no rush."
"Still, I don't feel comfortable lying to Mum about this. "
"I know," Neville sighed.
"Fine, write to her, but don't you think for one second that I'm telling Gran."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Ron laughed.
"Good."
"I was going to tell her."
"What?!"
"I've got the letter right here," Ron replied, holding up a piece of parchment.
"You wouldn't!" Ron grinned evilly at the sweet boy in front of him and began to read.
"Dear Mrs. Longbottom,
My name is Ron Weasley. Your grandson stayed at my house during the summer holidays. I thought it might interest you to know that I am Neville's boyfriend and we are very, *very* involved-"
"Give me that!" Neville interrupted, grabbing at the paper. Ron, being taller and much more solid than Neville, who had a baby-round face and a slender and fairly un-muscled body, kept it from him easily.
He continued: "Not only is your grandson gay, he is also extremely talented with his hands and if all else fails, has a promising future as a male prostitute-" Neville snatched the letter successfully.
"You arse!" he cried. "It's your divination homework!"
"Why, so it is!" Ron said thoughtfully. Neville glared daggers at him and tried to shove him away as he pulled him closer. Undaunted, Ron kissed him deeply, loving the way Neville melted in his arms before returning the kiss.
"I hate you," murmured Neville.
"Why's that, love?"
"I can't argue with you when you do that."
"H'm..."
There was a crisp knock at the door. Before they could answer it, Harry burst into the room. He crossed over to his trunk, retrieved his broomstick, and slammed the lid shut before breezing out again. Neville stared after him, eyes narrowing.
"Something wrong?" Ron asked.
"Yes, my boyfriend's a complete git."
"Hey-"
"A very cute complete git."
"That's better," Ron said. Neville rested his head on Ron's shoulder and began to think. Something was definitely wrong with Harry, but what?
He thought about it all evening. He added up all of Harry's restless nights, his diminished appetite, his flat responses and his decided lack of Draco and concluded that they were quits. He also gathered that from Harry's moping and Draco's longing glances that the break up wasn't wanted by either of them. It was enforced. That begged the question why? And by whom? Why would anyone want to break them up? Well Seamus wouldn't mind a romp with Draco and he knew Ron wouldn't mind one with Harry, not that it particularly bothered Neville. He had a few crushes of his own. But neither Seamus nor Ron would want to do so at such an expense to both of them. His father maybe? Public opinion? *What public?* Neville thought dryly. He sighed. If you want to know something, the best way to find out is to ask.
He met up with Harry in the dorm sometime after dinner. Harry was the perfect picture of misery. Little did he know that Draco was in his own dorm, looking just as bad. "Harry?" Neville called softly. No response. "Are you alright?" Harry tensed and sighed.
"No. I'm' not alright. I'm sick of people asking me if I'm okay! If I look bad enough to make people ask that, it should be quite clear that something is wrong and I am not fucking okay! I'm miserable!"
"What's wrong?" Neville asked.
"Draco broke up with me."
"Did he say why?"
"He said that he got bored, but then why-" Harry paused.
"Why what?"
"Why did he come to my room in the middle of the night? Why did he give me this ring? Why did he say he loved me?" Neville said nothing, as Harry had dissolved into tears. He put an arm around him and let him cry, all the tension of a few weeks melting away.
"Can I make a suggestion?" Neville asked when the tears had subsided.
"Sure," Harry replied, wiping his face.
"Maybe that wasn't the reason he broke up with you."
"Huh?"
"I've seen the way he looks at you. He's just as miserable as you and I think he still loves you."
"Really?"
"Harry, would i give you such a hopeless lie?"
"No. But if he still loves me, what reason could he have?"
"I have no idea what goes on in Draco Malfoy's head."
Harry ran his fingers through soft blond hair. Hot lips kissed his hungrily. Draco's slender body pressed against his. Harry moved a hand along his pants. Dragon hide? Whatever. Draco in leather was too yummy a combination for him to object. Draco's hands unfastened his pajama top and he shivered when Draco's skin touched his. He moaned softly and woke up.
*Damn! It was a dream. Just a dream.* All of a sudden he didn't want to sleep anymore. Even in his sleep, Draco was there to torment him. H e moved to the window. Halfway there he changed his mind and looked in on Ron and Neville. Neville's long lashes rested on his cheeks and he had a soft smile. Ron's arm was wrapped around his waist. Harry felt so profoundly tired and sad and alone. He wanted someone to hold him like that. They were so wonderful together, Neville and Ron. He turned to go before he sank so far into self-pity there was no way out. A hand caught at his wrist and Neville made a soothing sound as he pulled Harry into the space between him and Ron. Neville's arm snaked around his waist. Ron opened his eyes sleepily and smiled before embracing them both and drifting back into his dreams. Harry felt warm and loved and they stayed that way until morning, much to the amusement of Seamus and the confusion of Dean.
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^_^ Okei, so the end was a bit sappy, but I liked it! Did you? Draco in leather was thorwn in by request! See, I do listen to your suggestions! Review!
Luv ya!
J. Silver
Thank you Allie Potter, ema lee, Eternal Haven, Lindsay Beth, Elise, Padfoot Lover, Tom Riddilpley (Yeah, school has a tendency to do that), Prong, Zoe, LunarBard (Eek! I'll try!), Helga of Wurm, Kathryn Malfoy, Fleur---@, Mystica, Cat Samwise, Mrrrisa, and Rehanna.
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"Please, Neville," Ron begged, placing a kiss behind his ear.
"I don't feel ready for this."
"I don't want to force you."
"Ron, I want to eventually, but can't we just enjoy this for awhile?" Neville asked, kissing him softly.
"Maybe we should wait."
"There's no rush."
"Still, I don't feel comfortable lying to Mum about this. "
"I know," Neville sighed.
"Fine, write to her, but don't you think for one second that I'm telling Gran."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Ron laughed.
"Good."
"I was going to tell her."
"What?!"
"I've got the letter right here," Ron replied, holding up a piece of parchment.
"You wouldn't!" Ron grinned evilly at the sweet boy in front of him and began to read.
"Dear Mrs. Longbottom,
My name is Ron Weasley. Your grandson stayed at my house during the summer holidays. I thought it might interest you to know that I am Neville's boyfriend and we are very, *very* involved-"
"Give me that!" Neville interrupted, grabbing at the paper. Ron, being taller and much more solid than Neville, who had a baby-round face and a slender and fairly un-muscled body, kept it from him easily.
He continued: "Not only is your grandson gay, he is also extremely talented with his hands and if all else fails, has a promising future as a male prostitute-" Neville snatched the letter successfully.
"You arse!" he cried. "It's your divination homework!"
"Why, so it is!" Ron said thoughtfully. Neville glared daggers at him and tried to shove him away as he pulled him closer. Undaunted, Ron kissed him deeply, loving the way Neville melted in his arms before returning the kiss.
"I hate you," murmured Neville.
"Why's that, love?"
"I can't argue with you when you do that."
"H'm..."
There was a crisp knock at the door. Before they could answer it, Harry burst into the room. He crossed over to his trunk, retrieved his broomstick, and slammed the lid shut before breezing out again. Neville stared after him, eyes narrowing.
"Something wrong?" Ron asked.
"Yes, my boyfriend's a complete git."
"Hey-"
"A very cute complete git."
"That's better," Ron said. Neville rested his head on Ron's shoulder and began to think. Something was definitely wrong with Harry, but what?
He thought about it all evening. He added up all of Harry's restless nights, his diminished appetite, his flat responses and his decided lack of Draco and concluded that they were quits. He also gathered that from Harry's moping and Draco's longing glances that the break up wasn't wanted by either of them. It was enforced. That begged the question why? And by whom? Why would anyone want to break them up? Well Seamus wouldn't mind a romp with Draco and he knew Ron wouldn't mind one with Harry, not that it particularly bothered Neville. He had a few crushes of his own. But neither Seamus nor Ron would want to do so at such an expense to both of them. His father maybe? Public opinion? *What public?* Neville thought dryly. He sighed. If you want to know something, the best way to find out is to ask.
He met up with Harry in the dorm sometime after dinner. Harry was the perfect picture of misery. Little did he know that Draco was in his own dorm, looking just as bad. "Harry?" Neville called softly. No response. "Are you alright?" Harry tensed and sighed.
"No. I'm' not alright. I'm sick of people asking me if I'm okay! If I look bad enough to make people ask that, it should be quite clear that something is wrong and I am not fucking okay! I'm miserable!"
"What's wrong?" Neville asked.
"Draco broke up with me."
"Did he say why?"
"He said that he got bored, but then why-" Harry paused.
"Why what?"
"Why did he come to my room in the middle of the night? Why did he give me this ring? Why did he say he loved me?" Neville said nothing, as Harry had dissolved into tears. He put an arm around him and let him cry, all the tension of a few weeks melting away.
"Can I make a suggestion?" Neville asked when the tears had subsided.
"Sure," Harry replied, wiping his face.
"Maybe that wasn't the reason he broke up with you."
"Huh?"
"I've seen the way he looks at you. He's just as miserable as you and I think he still loves you."
"Really?"
"Harry, would i give you such a hopeless lie?"
"No. But if he still loves me, what reason could he have?"
"I have no idea what goes on in Draco Malfoy's head."
Harry ran his fingers through soft blond hair. Hot lips kissed his hungrily. Draco's slender body pressed against his. Harry moved a hand along his pants. Dragon hide? Whatever. Draco in leather was too yummy a combination for him to object. Draco's hands unfastened his pajama top and he shivered when Draco's skin touched his. He moaned softly and woke up.
*Damn! It was a dream. Just a dream.* All of a sudden he didn't want to sleep anymore. Even in his sleep, Draco was there to torment him. H e moved to the window. Halfway there he changed his mind and looked in on Ron and Neville. Neville's long lashes rested on his cheeks and he had a soft smile. Ron's arm was wrapped around his waist. Harry felt so profoundly tired and sad and alone. He wanted someone to hold him like that. They were so wonderful together, Neville and Ron. He turned to go before he sank so far into self-pity there was no way out. A hand caught at his wrist and Neville made a soothing sound as he pulled Harry into the space between him and Ron. Neville's arm snaked around his waist. Ron opened his eyes sleepily and smiled before embracing them both and drifting back into his dreams. Harry felt warm and loved and they stayed that way until morning, much to the amusement of Seamus and the confusion of Dean.
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^_^ Okei, so the end was a bit sappy, but I liked it! Did you? Draco in leather was thorwn in by request! See, I do listen to your suggestions! Review!
Luv ya!
J. Silver