Part 7
Ron's POV:
I don't know what's happening to me.
I really don't.
I'm scared out of my mind.
I can't help it.
There is something that just throws me out and makes me want to scream because I can't help but think that I'm the freak that stalks this other boy…
I don't know what to do. There is something that makes me want to scream yet at the same time I just want to fall to my knees and just pray that something will alleviate this struggle that's going on in my chest.
But it doesn't seem possible.
Nothing seems possible.
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I watch him eat.
I watch him sleep.
I watch him when he's in class and blistfully not really paying attention.
I pay attention to the hands that he has. Short stubby fingers. Fingernails that are broken and stained constantly with dirt…
His clothes are wrecked by the amount of time he spends digging around in the soil trying to create something.
I watch the way that his dull brown hair seems to enchant me… sometimes imagining those murky swamp water eyes watching me with the intensity that I see him use when he's creating some hybrid in the Greenhouses.
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I can't really think.
Every time I try to think about something other than him, there's the turning of my head to see something else that reminds me so painfully of the boy that I'm obsessing with.
I don't think I'm a poofter.
After all if I was I would have been attracted to other boy's other than
'Neville Longbottom for God's Sakes!'
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I feel the water move over my skin as I lean against the wall of the stall while stroking my cock hard and imaging that it isn't my hand that is moving.
Imagining calloused hands gripping near painfully as the steam of his breath hits my collarbone…
I could imagine what it would feel like to touch him back. Even though I've never touched another boy like that.
I pull back the skin and dig my nail painfully into slit reminding myself that it is a freckled hand that is moving in rhythm… reminding myself that I'm doing a very seedy act of beating off to the thought of some boy whose probably thinking about how he's not going to get his Charms essay in on time…
I come mouthing his name in the water from the shower.
Wishing sinfully that the wetness on my lips and dipping into my mouth, that it was his seed that I was allowing into my mouth…
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End of Ron's POV:
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When Neville walks into the dorm room bathroom with the intent of brushing his teeth since it is right after dinner and a Wednesday Night (the one night of the week that he doesn't go to the Greenhouses in hopes of getting some written work done).
He isn't expecting to be thrown against the wall and having his eyes locked in the gaze of intense blue… it occurs to him that there are lips smashing near painfully against his own and somehow not really hurting him.
There is a knee going up and parting his robes in the middle while at the same time the firm grip on his forearms are loosening. The feel of a hand going down and inching his robes over his thighs…
For some reason it doesn't occur to Neville to pull away.
For some reason that he can't really understand there is something about all this that has him opening his mouth and allowing that tongue to wrestle with his own.
His right hand going up to cradle the back of the neck, pulling lightly at the ends of the red hair.
The hand has weaseled it's way in the middle of his robes.
The body that is flush against his is devoid of any clothes as his hand drops to the pale freckled shoulder.
The hand is pulling at the waistband of his underwear.
The kiss is broken as they both pant…
Neville trying to figure out where his thoughts went while the red headed boy is working on getting his robes off. Or at least having more access to Neville's cock.
Then the body is flush against his again and rocking them against the wall.
"Touch me…" The whisper slips from Neville's lips before he is even ready for it.
"Don't worry, I plan to." The breathless voice belies the heaving chest that nearly screams out he pounding of his arousal.
Neville allows a gasp as a hand works its way down to grip his now bare cock… His underwear pulled down his thighs slick with the water droplets that still cling to the boy in front of him.
The hand is gripping so firmly and so tight. The pressure making Neville hard to think for himself. Then it starts to move and he throws his neck back and lets out a guttural groan. All he can think of is the heat that slowly rising in his nether regions where he wants something, anything to happen.
His toes are curling in his worn shoes. His calves tightening as he tries to move his throat from the mouth that has suddenly decided to suckle him.
The sensations become too much to bear and he lets out a small scream as he feels himself fuck the pale freckled hand for the last few moments.
His body sliding down the wall and the pale boy that leans his semen covered hand rest against the wall above the head of Neville.
It seems to Neville that he's trying not to come as well.
But the thought is wiped from his mind as he's faced with the uncovered purpled cock of an obviously painfully aroused boy…
"Well Ron, you're going to owe me for this…" Neville doesn't bother even looking up as he wraps his hand around the cock and takes his first taste of this salty precome that he's tasted on his own fingers after wanking…
He ignores the jump and the sudden gripping of his hair as he tries out this new experiment…
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When they both wake up in the morning, in their own beds they find that it's morning and nearly time for breakfast.
They both get dressed with the other boys as they always do. Neither of them indicating that anything was different between them.
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When Neville drinks pumpkin juice these days he knows that he has an audience diagonally across from him watching him…
He likes to make a show of it. Tightening his lips around cup and stretching his neck out so that is adam's apple is clearly shown bouncing in his throat.
Revelling in the taste that reminds him of some nights he spends in the dorm's bathroom and sometimes in the Greenhouses…
But most of all smirking inwardly when he hears the inquiry
"Ron, are you OK? Man, you look a bit feverish."
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Le fin.
A/N: Ha! I kinda made Neville evil… and Ron suffer.
But what ever happened to Hermione?
I guess not even I will ever know/care…