Author: Ann Leony
Summary: A Walk in the Lions Den.
A/N: This was inspired by a picture of Draco Malfoy leaning on a stone wall during Care of Magical Creatures. The list, I tried to make it all man, but I have to include girls because I don't know that many characters, and you could only use original character that much. Have to do more homework and Cedric is not Dead cause he's too beautiful to die. I'm not going to do interviews on all the character as 1) I don't know that much about most them 2) the fic would be too long, as I like to have background story for the ones I do give interviews and 3) I just don't want you guys to get bored.

By the way, if they are any mistakes in name or spelling of some things, I apologizes beforehand. I'm at college and I don't have any of the books for reference. I'm living of other fictions.

I don't own any of the characters. All extended to Potter verse are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. I'm just playing around her brainchild.

Chapter Seventeen.

Six o'clock approaches and still no sign of Blaise. Pansy was useless, she didn't know where Blaise went either. He was suppose to meet Nevil...Longbottom before dinner and he's already almost late. There's only one thing to do.

Draco went to Blaise's trunk and started rummaging around until he found a small vial labeled 'Polyjuice'. He made a mental promise to pay Blaise when he met him. He closed the trunk and heard it clicked. Blaise must have some kind of lock on it. It didn't occurred to him how deceivingly easy it was for him to open the trunk. His lateness made him careless. He almost ran to the great hall.

Longbottom was not waiting outside the closet, so he obviously had gone in. Draco looked around to check that nobody saw him going in, glared at a first year passing him on the way to the great hall and yanked the door open and practically jumped into the closet. What he hadn't thought about was the cramp-ness of the closet and by jumping into the room, he practically threw himself into Neville's arms.

All Neville could hear was a crash and the feeling of getting the wind knocked out of his lungs by something barreling into his chest. His arms automatically went around the object and was surprised to feel a warm body in his arms. He hold Draco until he was steadied and moved to the opposite wall.

"Nice to see you arrived Malfoy, even if you are ten minutes late. You got the potion?" Neville enquired. Malfoy must have been running, he was heaving rather heavily.

"Yea, I got the potions from Zabini's trunk. Now I just need your hair. " and he pulled one of Neville's fringe and put it in the vial. The potion turned into a caramelize colour and smells faintly of Firewhiskey.

Neville winced at the pain and rubbed his forehead. " I will avoid the Gryffindor dorms until nine o'clock. Ron will be in there right after dinner as he had to finish the potions assignment we have to hand in tomorrow and as Hermione refused to help him this time, he's not going to be in the common room. He said it's to noisy for thinking. It's already six thirty, he might have just finished dinner early. The password is 'Lion's Den', Ron got to choose this week and he's not terribly creative. You have about two hours, and make sure not to do anything I wouldn't do."

Draco was surprised Neville went all that way to help him. He just figured that he might have to follow a younger foolish student to get the password and just rummage the tower to find Ron, but it seems that Neville really have thought about everything. It seems he owed Neville quite a lot. He felt like he have to do something but did not know what. Gratitude is not a common feeling among the Malfoys.

"Is there anything I could do for you?" He stared at Neville in the darkness, illuminated by the ray of light coming from the small window. Neville seems to contemplate the the offer and smiled. Draco braced himself for what could be blackmail.

" Not much, Malfoy, but I would really much like...," Draco held his breath," a kiss, for luck." and Draco eyes wide open, let out a whoosh of air from his lungs and gaped.

Even looking like that Neville thought the Slytherin looked cute. Bad luck the dragon like Ron first.

Draco stuttered a small, "okay.." and tilted his head towards Neville. His eyes close and seems like he expected the kiss to hurt.

Neville might not be the Casanova of the Gryffindors like Seamus but he had had a little experience and even if Draco is going to be with Ron, he will make sure Draco would never forget him or that kiss.

Neville took one of Draco's hands, lift the wrist to his lips and gave it a series of butterfly kisses. Using his palm, he traced Draco's arm from the wrist to the elbow to his shoulder. His left hand went to Draco's back, he saw Draco squeezed his eyes tighter and dropped the hand to Draco's waist. He lightly pushed Draco to the wall and kissed the awaiting lips, at which Draco gasped when his back met the wall and his arms immediately went on Neville shoulders, gathering the Gryffindor closer to him.

Tongues met and Neville swears sweet nothings as he smothered Draco with his most passionate feeling, reflected in his heartfelt kisses, answered in Draco arching his body off the wall, when Draco tried to bury himself more in the warmth that seems to enveloped his body and in search for something to quench his thirst. They parted for the need of air and Neville wrap his arms around Draco waist, almost cradling him, and immediately when in search of the whitest, softest neck and worshiping it with kisses.

Draco bit his lips, trying to prevents the words from escaping his mouth, but moaned nonetheless, when Neville bit the juncture where his neck meet his shoulder. His fingers was lost in Neville's thick and surprisingly soft hair. The thoughts of Ron didn't even entered his mind, as all he could think of was the delicious things Neville's tongue and hands were doing to his person. All he wanted was to find release with this angel in his arms.

And as suddenly as it started, Draco felt Neville move away from him. He moaned, eyes still shut, hands grasping to keep the heat from escaping him. Then he remembered to open his eyes. He remembered who he had been kissing. And the strength of all that was still beneath his fingers. He lick his lips, feeling it still tingling from the kiss and leaned against the wall. He was sure his knees would not be able to hold his weight when they feel like bread pudding.

Neville was still heaving when felt Draco's fingers settling on his arms, and Draco licking his lips. His icy, fair complexion was marred by the red stains on his cheeks and nose. His eyes glossy and for a minute, Neville wanted to lean in again and continue kissing those swollen lips. But he knew this was a one time thing and Draco had only promised one kiss. He peck Draco's cheek, whispered good luck in his ear and open the door and swiftly went out. Leaving a very aroused and confused Draco Malfoy in his wake.

TBC

A/N: Who will end up with whom? Look out for the love-quadrangle as it will get more complicated. Lovelove and please review. I want to know.