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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Charms
Task #4: Flipendo: Write about someone sweeping someone else off their feet.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: September Event
Back to School - (location) Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Slash September
Character - NevilleBlaise (Neville)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Writing Club
Character Appreciation - [Era] Trio
Showtime - The Phantom of the Opera - Masquerade - (dialogue) "What are you afraid of?"
Hilarious
Pairing: Neville/Blaise
Neville glared. "Shut up!"
"What are you afraid of?" Blaise asked with a sneer.
Neville turned his back on the Slytherin, staring at the Keeper's hoops on the other side of the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. "I'm not scared."
Blaise chuckled for a Gryffindor. "Oh please. You're shaking in fear. Some Gryffindor you are."
Neville flinched. He always doubted if he belonged in the house of the brave, and Blaise was picking at those insecurities.
There was a crunch of grass as Blaise approached him. "Scared little Longbottom. How pathetic," he ridiculed.
Neville turned around and with an angry growl, he pushed Blaise so the Italian fell flat on his back.
Blaise kept his head lift to not hit it against the unforgiving ground but didn't lose his smirk. Even while Neville panted and thought about the consequences of his act of violence, Blaise straightened his leg and swept them across Neville's legs, causing the other boy to fall to the ground as well.
Both boys stared at each other with silent intensity. And without any more words being exchanged, they lunged together and their lips crashed in a parody of an angry duel.
Teeth bit at soft lips, making Neville flinch at the slight sting. His hands gripped Blaise's robes, ripping the fabric silently as he tightened his grip. They thrust against each other like bitches in heat, desperate to touch, but too overcome to really understand what they were doing or what they wanted.
After a make-out session that caused them both to come in their pants like the teenagers they were, their lips parted, and they moved a distance away from each other so their bodies could cool. Both had flushed cheeks, but it was more noticeable with Neville and his lighter skin tone.
"So, I guess I swept you off your feet, both literally and figuratively, huh?" Blaise joked, a self-satisfied smile on his face.
Neville rolled his eyes. He knew Blaise would never let him live this down. "Your hilarious, Blaise, just hilarious."
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