TO: SamHAS
Lol perhaps you are indeed right . . . but not in this story. Oh no, I torture everyone ;)
Rated R
PAIRINGS-dominant/submissive: Dean/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Draco/Neville, Harry/Zach/Ernie, Seamus/Colin (Colin/Seamus), Pansy/Colin, Blaise/Dennis, Draco/Pansy
WARNINGS: Course Language, Male/Male, Uncomfortable Settings, Traumatizing Children, Sexual Situations, Anal, Rimming, Fisting, Oral Sex, Mentioned Molestation of a Minor
Neville sighed and bit his lip, sitting with Dean, Ginny, and Lavender. He watched Dean and the redhead swap spit and caught Draco's eye from across the room. Malfoy was with Nott, Pansy, Daphne and some other guy from Slytherin. He watched Pansy practically throw herself at him, fingertips brushing his arm, giggling into his ear. Neville flinched and looked away. Why was Malfoy dating him again? If he was with Pansy . . . oh wait! He was!
Neville hated this arrangement. In private they were together but as soon as others were around they hated each other and his boyfriend was dating Pansy. 'Got to keep up appearances'. He had said. Jackass. He sighed and pushed his cup around, frowning.
"You alright?" Dean asked, nudging him.
"Yep." He mumbled out, avoiding eye contact. The taller watched as Malfoy stood and headed to the washroom.
"Go." He whispered, pushing Neville towards the loo. The younger bit his lip and stood, walking nervously to the bathroom. He walked in and locked eyes with Draco.
"Longbottom what are you doing?" He ground out, sighing dramatically. Neville walked over and leaned up; pressing his lips to the older's neck. "W-what are you doing? What if someone sees?" He hissed.
"You need to make a choice Malfoy. You're either with me or you're not." He said sternly, standing his ground.
"You're not seriously going to make me decide that are you?" He chuckled out.
"I think you just did." Neville turned and Draco grabbed his wrist.
"Face it Nev, you can't stay away from me." He pulled the smaller closer, leaning down, ghosting their lips together.
"Wanna bet?" He glared and the older brought their mouths together, tongue slipping out and tangling. The smaller submitted under the taller's actions and the Slytherin smirked, pulling back.
"Mmm let's pretend that conversation didn't happen alright?"
"No Draco. I mean it! You're either dating me or you aren't!" the older sighed heavily and pulled back.
"Let me think about it Nev alright?"
"No! I need to know Draco!"
"You're making me choose between you and my family and friends!"
"No I'm not!" Neville grabbed his hair in frustration. "Why would you have to choose?"
"My family would disown me Neville! Do you realize that?"
"You can live with me!"
"Listen to yourself!" Draco yelled. "I like you Neville, I really do, but I can't pick you over my family."
"Just . . . just hear me out alright?" He pleaded. The older sighed and leaned against the sink. "Thank you." He walked closer to the older, kissing the frustrated boy's cheek. "Stop dating Pansy. That's all I want. You're either dating me or you're not. If you are then I don't want to share Draco! That's all I meant! I didn't want you to tell the world." The taller looked away. "I just don't like her hanging off yo-" He smiled and wrapped his arms around the lean neck, mouth opening up for the taller, hands sliding up his sides. Draco was supposed to be immune to that bitch and yet he was getting all friendly for the last week!
"Alright, I'll stop dating her." He mumbled, kissing the tip of the smaller's nose, watching him blush.
"Thanks."
"Mhmm, now I've really gotta use the loo Nev; I'll sneak in later tonight ok?"
"Alright." He kissed the older, grinning. Draco slipped into a stall and Neville left the room, going back to his table with a pleased grin and a slight blush.
"I take it things went well?" Dean asked with a smirk. Neville nodded and took a sip of his drink. He raised his brow as he watched Colin turn darker than a tomato when a redhead smiled at him at the bar. He was kinda cute. He watched the tall man go around a corner and pick something up. He smiled as a cute little boy was placed on the lean hip, the small child plopping his head on the broad chest, eyes drooping. The redhead leaned down carefully and picked up another little boy, twins most likely, and handed them to tall blonde women, kissing each of their foreheads before hopping over the table, summoning a pad of paper and a quill, heading over to a table.
"Who's that?" Neville asked.
"Alex." Lavender mumbled.
"How do you know him?"
"Hmm? Oh he was engaged to my sister's best friend for a while. Turned out he knocked her up and that's why they got engaged. She went all crack head and shit so he took her to court and got full custody of the twin boys." She picked at her nails. "They're . . . three or four now I think." She shrugged.
"What are their names?"
"Dunno, one sec." She turned to the redhead. "Hey Al!"
"Lav?" He walked over and laughed, sharing a hug, Irish accent ringing out. "How have you been?"
"Not bad, yourself?"
"Quite well actually."
"How are the boys?" She asked with a smile.
"Mostly well behaved." He sighed. "Oliver's a bit more . . . troublesome than his younger twin."
"What are their names again?" Lavender asked.
"Oliver Alexander and Aiden Cormac." He smiled and looked towards the staff room. "They're in there with me mum for now. She watches them for me when I'm at work."
"Aw that's sweet of her . . . but aren't you rich?"
"Your point?" He raised his brow. "I want to live off my own money, not my inheritance." She nodded with a smile and turned, heading over to Colin's table to take their order.
"He seems nice." Dean stated.
"He's a sweet heart. It's a shame he has such a dark past. It's hard for others to look beyond it."
"What do you mean?" Neville raised his brow.
"Hmm? Oh well he met the twin's mother at a bar . . . he was a . . . exotic dancer." She looked at them carefully. "Had a history of drug abuse and a few arrests for violence and theft."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, he's not like that now, but it's hard for people to get over that fact."
"I can see why." Ginny said surprised. Draco left the washroom and sat back down at his table, Pansy practically crawling onto his lap. Neville frowned and the bleached blonde locked eyes with him, pushing the brunette girl off, mumbling something. Her eyes watered and she slapped him, standing and heading off. Malfoy hissed and rubbed his cheek, looking at his boyfriend who gave him a smile.
"Ready to head off?" Dean asked and Neville sighed, nodding, standing up with the others, getting ready to leave and go somewhere else.
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Neville sat down with his friends and smiled, sipping his juice at the dinner table. He locked eyes with Malfoy from across the room. The older raised an amused brow and turned back to his food, Neville grinning and eating. He knew that smirk. He was going to get to see the older later that night.
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The gang was sitting in the common room, Ginny on Dean's lap, Hermione trying to help Ron with some homework, Harry staring at the ceiling in boredom, Colin on Seamus' lap, the older kissing his neck and making the smaller giggle, and Neville was staring at the fire. Blaise had entered a little bit ago with Dennis, playing a game of chess, the older secretly letting the smaller win.
"Hey." Neville jumped and grinned.
"Draco!" He got up and turned to the taller, wrapping his arms around the other's neck. The older smiled and leaned down, pressing their mouths together. Blaise grinned and kissed his boyfriend's cheek, the smaller blushing.
"Happy now? I dumped Pansy and I kissed you in front of your friends. Still gonna leave me?" He muttered against full lips, hands gripping slim sides.
"Hmm naw I think I might keep you." Neville grinned. Draco rolled his eyes and brought their mouths back together.
"C'mon, let's sit for a bit." He led the smaller to the couch and sat down, the younger moving as close as possible. Neville rested his head on the broadening shoulder and linked their fingers. Draco raised his brow as he watched Dennis make a chess move, Blaise, the best chess player in his house, make a wrong one. The French man winked and shushed him, Dennis beaming as his pawn smashing the taller's queen.
"Dennis is rubbish at chess but loves to play and gets sad and upset when he loses. Blaise will sometimes win. When he does win though Dennis doesn't feel upset, just challenges him to another game and wins." Neville pointed out.
"Oh . . . hey . . . let's ah, let's head upstairs." Draco whispered in the tanning ear, nipping the lobe. The younger shivered and nodded, standing up and leading the taller to his dorm.
They walked quickly up the steps and into the room, mouths meeting, the older kicking the door shut and moaning deep in his throat, reaching out and popping the buttons open on the younger's shirt, shoving it off the broad shoulders.
The younger smiled and started on the taller's shirt, mouths opening and tongues sliding together.
"Mmm been a bit since our last encounter." Draco muttered, his top hitting the floor.
"Too long Dray, way too long." He grabbed the green and silver tie and pulled the blonde over to his bed, both crawling on, the curtains sliding shut and being glued into place. He trailed a pale hand down the smaller's chest and over his stiff member, cupping his sac and lightly rolling it in his hand. Neville arched and gasped, tangling a hand in light locks. Lips pressed to his neck as the older slowly undid the dark slacks followed by his own.
Draco pulled back and wiggled out of his bottoms, tugging the others off, smirking down at the bare member, looking up and locking grey eyes with blue. Neville blushed and looked away the older rolling his eyes.
"Nev, we've been shagging for a while now. I've seen you starkers more times than I can count. I've had my shaft in your mouth and up your arse, yours in my mouth. I don't see a reason to blush."
"Well now I have one." He mumbled going a deep red. The older chuckled and brought their mouths together, slipping between parted thighs and casting a spell on his hand, sliding it between their bodies. The younger bit his lip and let out heavy, nervous breaths, a long slim digit slipping into him.
"Sh-shit." He shivered, and closed his eyes, calming his body, a second finger joining the first.
"Hey Neville?"
"What?" he whined covering his mouth when his lover pushed against his prostate.
"I need help on my essay, Hermione refuses to help me anymore." Ron said, plopping on his own bed.
"Can it wait?"
"It's due on Monday!"
"Bloody hell!"
"Fuck off weasel!" Draco growled out.
"Ew! Malfoy get out of our room! Neville how the hell can you shag that . . . that . . . Thing!"
"Get out!" Neville yelled, covering his face embarrassed.
"Uh I sleep here too wanker and I need your help on my Herbology homework!"
"Gimme a half hour alright?" He pleaded.
"No! I'll fail Monday!"
"Fine!"
"What the hell!" Malfoy growled out, removing his digits and sitting crossed legged, glaring at the younger.
"I'm sorry Dray, maybe later alright?"
"Not alright I want a shag now dammit!"
"You sound like a needy three year old." Seamus' voice rang out, Colin snickering.
"Fine!" The blonde hissed, yanking his clothes back on.
"I'm sorry!"
"Whatever." He muttered. "Meet me tomorrow at the hogshead." He kissed the smaller and slipped out, Neville getting dressed quickly before opening up the curtains.
"What?"