Actions and Words

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Harry heard a hiss of pain and paused, slowly peering around the corner with his wand tightly held in his fingers. You couldn't live through a war and not come out jumpy, after all.

The sight of Neville gingerly pressing a bloodied rag to a cut on his arm wasn't what he'd expected.

"Nev?"

His fellow Gryffindor jumped a mile and grabbed his wand, quickly pointing it in Harry's direction with a certain ferocity on his face that eleven-year-old Harry would have never expected to see in his shy classmate.

Upon seeing him Neville widened his blue eyes and hastily dropped the wand. "Harry! Merlin, I'm sorry, I -"

"It's okay Nev, I get it." Harry waved off the apologies and finally rounded the corner. (Using the walls as cover wasn't something teenagers were supposed to do instinctively.)

He gestured to the blood. "Is your arm okay?"

The blonde grimaced. "It's fine, just had a bit of an accident in the greenhouse. You can't use magic on any injuries this plant causes though or they'll get worse."

"Do you want some help?" Harry questioned, nodding his head towards the bandages. "You know I grew up with muggles and I know how to treat cuts and stuff."

"Um, I mean ... If you don't mind."

Harry smiled at him and busied himself with gently cleaning the blood off his friends arm while trying not to act like a complete twat. He'd liked Neville for years now despite not saying anything, and even though he knew nothing would come of his feelings he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of someone he had feelings for.

He supposed it had started in fourth year. The other boy had looked unusually graceful practising his dancing for the Yule Ball, and the sight of his usually clumsy roommate moving so confidently had drawn his attention immediately. Not that he'd understood what he was feeling at the time. It'd gotten worse when the other boy had had the balls to steal the Gillyweed from Snape. Harry had been in such awe of Neville that it was actually pathetic he hadn't realised his feelings at the time.

Harry had to remind himself it wouldn't have done any good if he had. Neville had taken Ginny to the Ball, he'd dated Luna briefly after the war, and he'd seen the way Hannah Abbott kept looking at the taller Gryffindor. Harry clearly had nothing in common with the three beautiful girls that Neville obviously liked, so there was no point in even hoping.

"There we go."

He finished with the bandages and rubbed his fingers over them to smooth any creases out. A sharp intake of breath distracted him and he looked up to see blue eyes a little darker than usual boring into his, the intense look giving him a weird feeling in his stomach.

Before he could say something a broad hand lifted and cupped his jaw, the strong thumb rubbing back and forth across his cheek. He could feel himself blush a bright red and Neville's eyes darkened even further.

"Tell me to stop."

Stop what? His brain wasn't exactly working as the taller man slowly leaned down and pressed their lips together, pushing a little harder at Harry's small gasp.

There was no "this is wet", or "Ron's going to kill me", but rather a "wow, please don't stop."

After a few moments Neville pulled back to meet his eyes and swallowed, looking rather nervous all of a sudden. "Is this - is this okay?"

"I thought you liked girls," Harry said breathlessly.

"I don't only like girls, and I actually quite like you."

Huh. How about that?

Words were good and all but actions spoke louder. He lifted himself up and fastened their lips back together, moaning into the other man's mouth.

This is definitely okay.

A/N: Hello people!

Personally I believe Neville to be one of the most underrated characters in the series, and he is probably the one that would be the sweetest boyfriend ever. I love him.

I also love Neville/Harry, and I can't believe there aren't that many stories of them together. If anyone has any recommendations let me know :)

Let me know what you think :D

Until next time!