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I wake up with a terrible headache. I drank way too much at the party last night, but really, it was a party! What was I supposed to do? At least it's warm. I keep my eyes closed and snuggle closer to the warmth, but I open my eyes when my arms hit something soft and skin-feeling. I look down to see a naked person in my bed. I scream. Wait, this isn't my bed! It's Neville's. I remember the rest of what happened last night too late, and Neville's already looking up at me with a hurt expression. Tears well up in his eyes and his bottom lip starts to tremble a bit. Oh no, no, I can't stand to see him sad!
"Neville, I'm sorry if I woke you, I just……"
"Didn't mean last night?" He says, chin up and jaw only slightly shaking.
"No! Of course I did! I just am a bit hung over and was surprised to see you at first…"
"You told me you fucking loved me last night," his voice breaks, "I'm such an idiot." The tears start rolling down his face.
"I do you know." He shakes his head and mouths no, so I first grab his shoulders and he pushes me away. I wrap him in my arms. He still tries to hit me, tries to get away.
"Neville I really do! I mean it!" He gets angrier at this.
"You can't even say it! You don't even fucking remember last night! I can't believe I slept with you!" I put a finger under his chin and force him to look into my eyes.
"I made love to you last night, Neville Longbottom, because I am in love with you. I wasn't lying to get in your knickers, I wasn't so drunk…… I remember everything from last night, including that hot little noise you make when you….…" I realize I've been rambling, and that he's staring at me. I drop my hands to my sides and inch away a bit. "I'm just not used to having someone else in my bed."
"It's my bed."
"Not used to having anyone else in your bed either." He smiles at me, I must be earning points. God he's got a gorgeous smile, I really do love him. I decide that joking is working for me, and go with the cheesiest pick-up line I can think of.
"If I told you you have a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?" I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively, and it makes Neville laugh.
"You are impossible! Ever think with something above your waist?" I smile.
"I try not to." I take his hand. "But you make me think. You make me think about sappy things that most guys only admit thinking about on Valentine's Day or anniversaries. I look at you and I think about how cute you are when you laugh at me, when you scrunch up your nose at things you don't like, or when you're asleep, or, just when you are. You. I want to buy you flowers, but then I remember that anything you grow would be ten times better than what I could get you. I want to yell at Snape for yelling at you. I want to hold you all night sometimes." I run my fingertips lightly over the inside of his arm. I know it's one of his weak spots. "And sometimes….." I kiss his wrist, right at the pulse. I feel his heartbeat under my lips, and I want to wrap my arms around him and never let go. I settle for sucking lightly on his wrist before dropping it and going back to dragging my fingers along his arm. "Sometimes I just want….. You."
"Quiet Weasley. You've said enough." He whispers, pushing me back on the bed and kissing his way down my neck, to my shoulder. My little Neville can be quite the aggressor when it strikes his fancy.
He straddles me, running his hands up and down my stomach, watching me shiver. I am always amazed at the look on his face when he watches me, because I know it's the same look I have when I see him. It's the look that says: 'I am looking at the most beautiful person in the world.' When he looks at me, he looks past the pale skin, the freckles, the too-red hair, even the hand-me-down robes. He doesn't see a freakishly tall, way-too-skinny Weasley, he just sees me. Ron.
His head is between my legs now. Oh god, he's good at that! If he stops sucking I'll die! But he does, and I don't. He looks around in his bed-side table until he finds the bottle of lotion from last night. Yes, I know lube would be better, but give us a break; we only started having sex last night.
I look into his eyes when he whispers "Are you okay? You ready?" I smile at him. "Yes Love." I whisper back. I'm kissing him when he enters me. He stops so I can get used to him, and I reach up to touch his cheek.
"You didn't blush last night Love." I tell him, "What's different now?"
"Ah, the wonders of alcohol," He smiles, "instant confidence." I smile back and pull him down to kiss me again. When we start to really get into it, and Neville is moaning my name, and I'm kissing him like my life depends on it, I hear a gasp. It is not Neville or me, and I look up over Nev's shoulder. Standing there with the most confused look on his face, is Harry.
"Harry!"
"What?" Oops, Neville doesn't see Harry, he must think I'm moaning for Harry!
"No, Love, Harry is in the room." Neville's eyes get very big and he looks at Harry, and blushing, pulls out of me and slides to my side, burying his face in my neck.
"Ron, " Harry whispers, "we'll talk later." He walks out. Neville looks up at me and smiles sheepishly. We both decide to just cuddle for the rest of the day. Sure, the wording may be a bit girly, but cuddles are severely underated.