Sorry it took so long. Writers block, you know how it is.
It is from Ron and Neville's and an omniscient perspective, keep up.
Ron's perspective.
Gay Sex, Gay Sex, Ron's been having Gay Sex. Was the words that fitted to the rhythm of my movements, footsteps, writing, flying, eating, showering. I thought of nothing else the next day. I felt selfish and uncaring when I could only think of that instead of my friends.
Neville and I had been taken into McGonagall's gently by a solemn house elf and sat down and had a cup of tea and biscuits pressed by our house mistress who was twittering aimlessly along with small talk about how maybe it was a good thing we hadn't gone on this trip. I was going to shout in a minute to get to the point as when she ended a topic, she got all nervous and stammered until she got to the next one. I felt like screaming 'spit it out!'
Neville got there before me. He calmly asked her what did she want to tell us. She stopped dead. Her mouth twitched and lines appeared. She didn't look happy; in fact I thought she might even start blubbering, but why in front of us? I'm male. I can't take women crying.
Oh for Merlin's sake woman, GET ON WITH IT!
Is she serious in what she is telling us? Oh Merlin, it's not true, it can't be. Professor McGonagall has just told me that our friends are in serious danger. You-know-who has got wind that Harry is away from Dumbledore and far away in Italy. He and several death eaters are after him to kill him. They are closing up on the group and Harry has only just heard, there may not have been time for escape- she doesn't know if they got him or not, or even if the others are safe.
I don't believe this. Is this my punishment for letting Neville inside me? IS THIS MERLIN'S PUNISHMENT? Neville is a crumpled heap in his chair, obviously in shock. I'm not far off it, I can't say anything, and I can't form words to talk. Looking at McGonagall is impossible- but I know she is looking at me in pity.
"They might have got my owl yesterday, that is plenty of time to disperse the group and hide Harry and get him back to Hogwarts. I'm sure they are safe boys."
"No you aren't Professor, you're just saying that. You have no idea where they are, you cannot possibly speculate." Said Neville brusquely.
McGonagall bowed her head.
"I do not know what to do or say or anything, Dumbledore is doing his best to find them and get them all home safely,"
I stayed silent throughout this. I was still thinking of Neville. I was a bad person. On one hand, there was my grief that I might have lost all my friends, on the other, my guilt of thinking about sex at a time like this.
I am a bad person.
***
There was nothing to do but wait until we heard an answer. Three days passed and I went through the motions of living, eating two meals a day, pretending to listen in class. I slept alone, Neville wasn't too far away from me and would watch me just stare at the walls.
I came so close to crying on the third day we hadn't heard anything. I hate crying. It isn't really what a man does, but when I entered the dorm that lunchtime, I found Neville with red eyes and a sticky face. I sat on the bed next to him and he took my hand and pulled me into an awkward embrace. I started to cry too, damnit. I hate crying.
***
Four days passed, five days passed, on the sixth day we held very little hope of being contacted. You-know-who had obviously killed them all and duelled Harry and killed him too. They hadn't been warned in time.
McGonagall called us into her office every day and told us the same thing that there was no news and asked us how we were doing and that sometimes no news * is * good news. I didn't believe her and just stared blankly at the top of her head.
This was hell, a taster of my condemnation to it. And surely I was going to hell.
***
Seven days had now passed since we had heard that Harry and the Gryffindors were close to attack from the dark side. It was nearly the eighth day; I was in bed lying there. I couldn't sleep. Neville was in the bed next to me, he was silent too, he was awake, and I knew it because I couldn't hear him snore.
I heard a frantic tapping making its way closer to the dormitory. McGonagall came bursting in, dressed in a tartan nightgown, scraps of paper hung from her hand. I sat upright in bed and called Neville, he opened the curtains from his four-poster and looked at our housemistress in hope.
"They're ok. I've got an owl from Hermione."
I jumped up and snatched the paper from her hands and began to read.
Over the top I could hear McGonagall telling Neville how a doll had been sent to the school and when she started to play with it and take its dummy out of its mouth, letters flew out from the Gryffindors, stating where they were, plans, how they were going to get back and when.
Hermione's letter read.
Dear Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall and Ron and Neville.
We are safe. We got the owl warning us of Voldemort's arrival hours before they did come. We all left as soon as possible and placed that charm of us blending into the background- a sort of chameleon one. I made sure we split up into twos and threes and changed our appearances by muggle and magic ways. The owl has been round every group taking letters from everyone revealing where they are and such until we sent it to you. We are taking different ways back to Hogwarts; flying by broomstick across countries is too far and too dangerous. So several of us will be driving, flying by aeroplane, train, boat etc. Do not worry, we should be with you in the next week, we are changing direction of journeys by Harry's advice- something he said Moody had said to him when they first went to visit the Order of the Phoenix. Here are the letters.
We all hope you haven't been too worried.
Hermione.
***
I looked at the letter in amazement at such a plan. Having someone like Hermione was a Merlin send. I used to be in love with her. I remember going mad at her for not noticing when really I should have said something. I love her now as my friend and adoptive sister. Neville stood over me reading the letter. I gave it to him and proceeded to read the other letters of people's whereabouts.
Dear all
We are safe and travelling by car to France and then on the Ferry to Dover, then Knight Bus up to Hogsmeade- then to Hogwarts. We should be there about three days after this has been sent.
Lavender and Parvati.
Everyone
We are flying by plane from Italy to Heathrow. The problem is getting a flight- they are all booked up. But we are fine and living off airport food. Should be back in two/ three days.
Hermione and Seamus
Hello
Driving from Italy, to Germany to France and then over to the UK. Bit of a trek because we want to get Voldemort off the scent. We have met up with a nephew of Professor Flitwick and he is driving us through and all that. Back soon.
Harry and Dean.
***
I read the letters in disbelief. I had been waiting for an owl to tell us that they were dead or seriously injured or walking round a foreign country with their memories modified, but no, they were all all right. Delayed but fine. I couldn't stop smiling. Some of them would be with us as soon as tomorrow night!
***
After an hour of celebrating their safety with Neville, (McGonagall had gone to bed) we drank the remainder of the bottle of vodka that we had shared on the night we got it together. Lack of food for several hours took its toll and I stumbled onto Neville's bed. - He didn't push me off. We just lay there all night looking into each other's eyes and smiling and stroking each other's bodies. Content all was right with the world and we could touch conscience free.
Neville's POV
I woke up in the morning with Ron in my arms. He was asleep and smiling. It must be such a relief knowing that his best friends were safe. I was damn well relieved as well. I get on with them all so well and I would hate it if anything bad happened to them.
That was one of the worst weeks of our lives. I don't think I could ever go through that again.
Now I know they are safe, I wonder if it's the right time to discuss with Ron what we did. All I know is that I feel this inexplicable love for him and I know that he feels it too. But why?
It's only this year I've ever thought about being gay. I was at this family party when a friend of my cousin Ollie just kisses me out of the blue. I felt nothing then, but I carried on. I haven't seen or heard from him since. - I don't care anyway- he wasn't really that fit.
How did this happen? I know that I worry about this newfound sexuality, whether I am gay or not. Should I tell people? Will Ron and I carry on having sex? Will we tell people that we are? How will everyone respond and if we break up, will we still be friends and will girls want to go out with me.
But how come I am only truly ecstatic when I am touching him?
Love can't possibly come so suddenly and we can't possibly be Veela. I could have a point there.
I'm sending an owl to Gran.
***
Neville approached Ron tentatively. He didn't know if it was the right time to ask, but he had to before the Gryffindors started to arrive- because then everything would be forgotten.
"Ron,"
"Uh huh,"
"Can we talk, I think we need to,"
"Ok. Shoot,"
"Do you love me?"
Ron paused stiffly. He didn't know how to answer the question. He wondered if any answer he gave, Neville would give the opposite and they would both be hurt.
"I think I do."
"Oh thank goodness, 'cos I do too,"
"Bloody hell mate! So what do we do?"
"What can we do?"
"I don't know,"
"I have no idea how this happened Ron,"
"Me too,"
"I do have an idea. It sounds really dumb, but do you think that one or both of us are Veela and we've just bonded?"
"I sincerely hope not mate, once they bond, they have to be together for life,"
"Thank you,"
"Noooo I don't mean it that way Neville. I mean that we've only just started doing things, I don't want to be tied down or anything,"
"That's fine."
"You're mad now aren't you?"
"I never said I was,"
"I really really really like you Neville, I'm not going to fuck around with you."
"I know, we'll just have to work out something along the way about what we are going to do."
"But what? How are we going to keep this quiet? How will we stay together?"
"I have no idea."
Ron and Neville then sat down on the bed and claimed each other. Knowing that when the others get back, they would have to hide it and not be so obvious.
***
Ron's perspective.
Gay Sex, Gay Sex, Ron's been having Gay Sex. Was the words that fitted to the rhythm of my movements, footsteps, writing, flying, eating, showering. I thought of nothing else the next day. I felt selfish and uncaring when I could only think of that instead of my friends.
Neville and I had been taken into McGonagall's gently by a solemn house elf and sat down and had a cup of tea and biscuits pressed by our house mistress who was twittering aimlessly along with small talk about how maybe it was a good thing we hadn't gone on this trip. I was going to shout in a minute to get to the point as when she ended a topic, she got all nervous and stammered until she got to the next one. I felt like screaming 'spit it out!'
Neville got there before me. He calmly asked her what did she want to tell us. She stopped dead. Her mouth twitched and lines appeared. She didn't look happy; in fact I thought she might even start blubbering, but why in front of us? I'm male. I can't take women crying.
Oh for Merlin's sake woman, GET ON WITH IT!
Is she serious in what she is telling us? Oh Merlin, it's not true, it can't be. Professor McGonagall has just told me that our friends are in serious danger. You-know-who has got wind that Harry is away from Dumbledore and far away in Italy. He and several death eaters are after him to kill him. They are closing up on the group and Harry has only just heard, there may not have been time for escape- she doesn't know if they got him or not, or even if the others are safe.
I don't believe this. Is this my punishment for letting Neville inside me? IS THIS MERLIN'S PUNISHMENT? Neville is a crumpled heap in his chair, obviously in shock. I'm not far off it, I can't say anything, and I can't form words to talk. Looking at McGonagall is impossible- but I know she is looking at me in pity.
"They might have got my owl yesterday, that is plenty of time to disperse the group and hide Harry and get him back to Hogwarts. I'm sure they are safe boys."
"No you aren't Professor, you're just saying that. You have no idea where they are, you cannot possibly speculate." Said Neville brusquely.
McGonagall bowed her head.
"I do not know what to do or say or anything, Dumbledore is doing his best to find them and get them all home safely,"
I stayed silent throughout this. I was still thinking of Neville. I was a bad person. On one hand, there was my grief that I might have lost all my friends, on the other, my guilt of thinking about sex at a time like this.
I am a bad person.
***
There was nothing to do but wait until we heard an answer. Three days passed and I went through the motions of living, eating two meals a day, pretending to listen in class. I slept alone, Neville wasn't too far away from me and would watch me just stare at the walls.
I came so close to crying on the third day we hadn't heard anything. I hate crying. It isn't really what a man does, but when I entered the dorm that lunchtime, I found Neville with red eyes and a sticky face. I sat on the bed next to him and he took my hand and pulled me into an awkward embrace. I started to cry too, damnit. I hate crying.
***
Four days passed, five days passed, on the sixth day we held very little hope of being contacted. You-know-who had obviously killed them all and duelled Harry and killed him too. They hadn't been warned in time.
McGonagall called us into her office every day and told us the same thing that there was no news and asked us how we were doing and that sometimes no news * is * good news. I didn't believe her and just stared blankly at the top of her head.
This was hell, a taster of my condemnation to it. And surely I was going to hell.
***
Seven days had now passed since we had heard that Harry and the Gryffindors were close to attack from the dark side. It was nearly the eighth day; I was in bed lying there. I couldn't sleep. Neville was in the bed next to me, he was silent too, he was awake, and I knew it because I couldn't hear him snore.
I heard a frantic tapping making its way closer to the dormitory. McGonagall came bursting in, dressed in a tartan nightgown, scraps of paper hung from her hand. I sat upright in bed and called Neville, he opened the curtains from his four-poster and looked at our housemistress in hope.
"They're ok. I've got an owl from Hermione."
I jumped up and snatched the paper from her hands and began to read.
Over the top I could hear McGonagall telling Neville how a doll had been sent to the school and when she started to play with it and take its dummy out of its mouth, letters flew out from the Gryffindors, stating where they were, plans, how they were going to get back and when.
Hermione's letter read.
Dear Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall and Ron and Neville.
We are safe. We got the owl warning us of Voldemort's arrival hours before they did come. We all left as soon as possible and placed that charm of us blending into the background- a sort of chameleon one. I made sure we split up into twos and threes and changed our appearances by muggle and magic ways. The owl has been round every group taking letters from everyone revealing where they are and such until we sent it to you. We are taking different ways back to Hogwarts; flying by broomstick across countries is too far and too dangerous. So several of us will be driving, flying by aeroplane, train, boat etc. Do not worry, we should be with you in the next week, we are changing direction of journeys by Harry's advice- something he said Moody had said to him when they first went to visit the Order of the Phoenix. Here are the letters.
We all hope you haven't been too worried.
Hermione.
***
I looked at the letter in amazement at such a plan. Having someone like Hermione was a Merlin send. I used to be in love with her. I remember going mad at her for not noticing when really I should have said something. I love her now as my friend and adoptive sister. Neville stood over me reading the letter. I gave it to him and proceeded to read the other letters of people's whereabouts.
Dear all
We are safe and travelling by car to France and then on the Ferry to Dover, then Knight Bus up to Hogsmeade- then to Hogwarts. We should be there about three days after this has been sent.
Lavender and Parvati.
Everyone
We are flying by plane from Italy to Heathrow. The problem is getting a flight- they are all booked up. But we are fine and living off airport food. Should be back in two/ three days.
Hermione and Seamus
Hello
Driving from Italy, to Germany to France and then over to the UK. Bit of a trek because we want to get Voldemort off the scent. We have met up with a nephew of Professor Flitwick and he is driving us through and all that. Back soon.
Harry and Dean.
***
I read the letters in disbelief. I had been waiting for an owl to tell us that they were dead or seriously injured or walking round a foreign country with their memories modified, but no, they were all all right. Delayed but fine. I couldn't stop smiling. Some of them would be with us as soon as tomorrow night!
***
After an hour of celebrating their safety with Neville, (McGonagall had gone to bed) we drank the remainder of the bottle of vodka that we had shared on the night we got it together. Lack of food for several hours took its toll and I stumbled onto Neville's bed. - He didn't push me off. We just lay there all night looking into each other's eyes and smiling and stroking each other's bodies. Content all was right with the world and we could touch conscience free.
Neville's POV
I woke up in the morning with Ron in my arms. He was asleep and smiling. It must be such a relief knowing that his best friends were safe. I was damn well relieved as well. I get on with them all so well and I would hate it if anything bad happened to them.
That was one of the worst weeks of our lives. I don't think I could ever go through that again.
Now I know they are safe, I wonder if it's the right time to discuss with Ron what we did. All I know is that I feel this inexplicable love for him and I know that he feels it too. But why?
It's only this year I've ever thought about being gay. I was at this family party when a friend of my cousin Ollie just kisses me out of the blue. I felt nothing then, but I carried on. I haven't seen or heard from him since. - I don't care anyway- he wasn't really that fit.
How did this happen? I know that I worry about this newfound sexuality, whether I am gay or not. Should I tell people? Will Ron and I carry on having sex? Will we tell people that we are? How will everyone respond and if we break up, will we still be friends and will girls want to go out with me.
But how come I am only truly ecstatic when I am touching him?
Love can't possibly come so suddenly and we can't possibly be Veela. I could have a point there.
I'm sending an owl to Gran.
***
Neville approached Ron tentatively. He didn't know if it was the right time to ask, but he had to before the Gryffindors started to arrive- because then everything would be forgotten.
"Ron,"
"Uh huh,"
"Can we talk, I think we need to,"
"Ok. Shoot,"
"Do you love me?"
Ron paused stiffly. He didn't know how to answer the question. He wondered if any answer he gave, Neville would give the opposite and they would both be hurt.
"I think I do."
"Oh thank goodness, 'cos I do too,"
"Bloody hell mate! So what do we do?"
"What can we do?"
"I don't know,"
"I have no idea how this happened Ron,"
"Me too,"
"I do have an idea. It sounds really dumb, but do you think that one or both of us are Veela and we've just bonded?"
"I sincerely hope not mate, once they bond, they have to be together for life,"
"Thank you,"
"Noooo I don't mean it that way Neville. I mean that we've only just started doing things, I don't want to be tied down or anything,"
"That's fine."
"You're mad now aren't you?"
"I never said I was,"
"I really really really like you Neville, I'm not going to fuck around with you."
"I know, we'll just have to work out something along the way about what we are going to do."
"But what? How are we going to keep this quiet? How will we stay together?"
"I have no idea."
Ron and Neville then sat down on the bed and claimed each other. Knowing that when the others get back, they would have to hide it and not be so obvious.
***