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Things I Haven't Done
"There's a million thing's I haven't done."
Those were the words that had started this, and Harry wondered if Neville would regret uttering them when he woke up. He was sure to be hungover, but Harry was more interested about Neville's thoughts on what he'd, they'd, done, the night before.
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"I've never even gotten drunk," Neville lamented as he nursed his butterbeer. "I'm always the sensible friend that makes sure everyone else gets home."
"There's nothing wrong with wanting to care for your friends, Nev," Harry replied with a small smile. "But if you want to get drunk, get drunk. And anything else you want to do, for that matter. There's nothing stopping you mate."
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Neville groaned, raising a hand to clutch at his head as he tried and failed to blink his eyes open.
"Why do I feel like I'm simultaneously going to throw up, but that I'll also die if I don't get some greasy food?" he complained after a moment, turning his head in Harry's direction.
Harry snorted when he saw that Neville was keeping his eyes closed.
"Welcome to the joys of getting drunk."
"Ew. Maybe some things are better left not done."
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"... And I've never traveled just for the sake of wanting to go somewhere, you know? Just… I mean, I've been places for plants. Because… because plants. But… a holiday might be nice. Or… I'm sorry, you must be bored of my complaining."
Harry shook his head. "I'm not bored of your 'complaining', Neville. I just… all of these things that you've never done… you can change that, you know? Just… do the things."
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"I should get up," Neville groaned twenty minutes later. "And shower. And… be a successful human being."
Harry snorted, as he reentered the room, handing over a hangover cure. "Drink this, shower, and we'll go the cafe. Potion and food will sort you out."
Neville nodded and immediately winced. "Hangover's suck."
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"You know what else I've never done?"
Harry blinked. They'd gone off that conversation hours ago, and had sunk a bottle of firewhiskey between them instead, talking and laughing all the while.
"What?"
"I've never kissed you."
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"I don't regret it, you know?" Neville asked, when they were sitting face to face in the cafe, coffee in their hands and full English's on the way.
"Yeah?" Harry asked, a smile tilting his lips.
"Hmm. And... well, I'm not sure if you were indulging me because of the conversation but… I wouldn't mind doing it again. You know, if that's something you want."
Harry reached over and squeezed Neville's hand. "Yes, Nev. It's something I want."
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The kiss was chaste and soft, and Harry pulled back quickly. They were both drunk, but Neville was drunker and Harry didn't want to take advantage.
"Time for you to go to bed, Mate," he murmured, pulling Neville to his feet.
He led him to the spare room, both of them stumbling on the stairs. Harry helped Neville out of his clothes down to his t-shirt and boxers, and pulled the sheet back. He tucked Neville in, and was about to leave when a hand on his arm stopped him.
"Stay," Neville murmured. "Please."
"Nev…"
"I've never shared a bed with you either. I want to. Please, Harry."
Harry sighed but submitted to the arm tugging him. He climbed in the other side, and got comfortable.
"If you're angry in the morning, I'm going to hex you," Harry whispered.
He was answered with a snore. But Neville didn't release the grip on Harry's arm through the rest of the night.
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Written for;
Showtime ; 12. Friends
Hamilton Mania ; Act 1, Prompt 18. Trying something for the first time. / Extra ; 12. "There's a million things I haven't done.