Fic: Shy Hands, Harry/Neville R
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reddwarfer's The Boy Who Scored challenge, abominably late, some Harry/Neville
Title: Shy Hands
Pairing: Harry/Neville
Rating: R
Words: 801
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns these characters, I have no permission to use them and I am making no money out of this. No infringement of copyright is intended.
Both characters are over 18.
Shy Hands
Harry has never thought of Neville Longbottom that way. Because Neville is the kind of person that even Ron talks about when he’s feeling sorry for himself. The kind of person Hermione takes delight in instructing because Neville should be grateful for it, as opposed to telling her to piss off like some other Gryffindors.
So when Harry finds Neville getting a blowjob from Draco Malfoy in Greenhouse number three, with envious teenage mandrakes watching on, he has to stop and rearrange his world for a few minutes. For one, Neville is the one receiving the blowjob rather than giving it, and to Harry’s virginal, self-righteous ears this means Neville is the one in control. Not to mention that Malfoy looks like he’s really good at it.
Neville’s hands are stroking Malfoy’s hair, not forcing him but gently instructing him. Neville’s fingernails are dirty, and Harry is thinking that Malfoy is going to be really pissed off about the mud in his hair, but he doesn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, the noises he is making seem to suggest he is really quite happy. Harry is starting to feel rather happy himself.
And if Neville is getting laid then who in their year isn’t? Ron is probably getting it on with Lavender (Harry sniggers at the idea of Ron being squished between Lavender’s enormous breasts and the frightened faces he might make). Hermione is clearly shagging somebody, although from the looks of it (and the from the looks of the bite marks mostly hidden under her high collars) she doesn’t seem to be satisfied. Harry decided some time ago not to think too deeply on whom Hermione was shagging.
Seamus is going out with Parvati and Dean with Ginny. Again couplings which Harry prefers not to think about too much. But Neville?
And this Neville doesn’t seem shy or awkward or boring, or any of the things Neville has been so far. Harry needs to reconsider some things.
But first he needs to have a wank.
: :
Malfoy is obviously out of the question. Too blonde, too pointy, too Slytherin. But Neville. Neville has been Harry’s friend for many years, and despite what Ron and Hermione might say, has always appreciated him. And Neville would be very pleased to be Harry’s friend.
Yet, somehow, Neville doesn't seem pleased when Harry suggests it to him.
“Harry, you say you saw me with Malfoy on Tuesday,,,”
“Yes.”
“…and now you say want the same?”
“Yes. That’s it, Neville.”
Neville doesn't seem reassured by this praise of his intellectual powers. He is frowning and twisting his hands in his lap. Harry notices that his fingernails were dirty again. He starts to feel rather hot.
“Um. Have you ever…I mean why?”
Harry shrugs.
“I just thought…it would be nice. To spend some time with you. Alone.”
“Right.”
“Maybe at the room of requirement? Where we used to have the DA meetings?”
“Yes, Harry, I know where it is.”
“So you want to meet up there around eight?”
Neville blinks and stares at Harry for a moment. He doesn't seem grateful, but the unmoving expression on his face could be interpreted as shock. He probably doesn't expect to get this from Harry.
Then Neville smiles, and he doesn't look shy.
“Okay, Harry. See you then.”
: :
Neville is already there when he arrives, his robes thrown to a messy pile on the floor. Harry notes that Neville has washed his hands.
There’s also a massive bed, with a number of strange looking implements on the side table. Harry looks at the handcuffs and the feather, and the whip. He begins to wonder what Neville was thinking about when he asked for the room. It must be because of Malfoy, the evil git must have taught Neville some bad habits. Harry smiles. There’s nothing the Slytherins can’t do that won’t be solved by Gryffindor courage.
Then he turns to Neville, who is looking at Harry, tilting his head and smiling. Neville’s hands aren’t clumsy when they open his shirt, and Harry is hypnotised by their movement, long, thick fingers pushing the tiny buttons, brown against the white shirt. Harry swallows.
Neville’s hands look very strong.
But Harry doesn’t have time to pursue further that line of thought, as Neville steps up to him and pushes him on the bed. He starts to ask what’s going on but Neville mumbles a spell and his clothes are coming off and Harry ends up almost swallowing his sleeve. Then another spell, and Harry finds himself spread-eagled on the bed, his hands and feet tied to the bedposts, and very, very naked.
And Neville’s smile isn’t shy at all.
: :
Next time Harry sees Malfoy, he punches the git and then asks for tips on giving blowjobs.
For
reddwarfer's The Boy Who Scored challenge, abominably late, some Harry/NevilleTitle: Shy Hands
Pairing: Harry/Neville
Rating: R
Words: 801
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns these characters, I have no permission to use them and I am making no money out of this. No infringement of copyright is intended.
Both characters are over 18.
Shy Hands
Harry has never thought of Neville Longbottom that way. Because Neville is the kind of person that even Ron talks about when he’s feeling sorry for himself. The kind of person Hermione takes delight in instructing because Neville should be grateful for it, as opposed to telling her to piss off like some other Gryffindors.
So when Harry finds Neville getting a blowjob from Draco Malfoy in Greenhouse number three, with envious teenage mandrakes watching on, he has to stop and rearrange his world for a few minutes. For one, Neville is the one receiving the blowjob rather than giving it, and to Harry’s virginal, self-righteous ears this means Neville is the one in control. Not to mention that Malfoy looks like he’s really good at it.
Neville’s hands are stroking Malfoy’s hair, not forcing him but gently instructing him. Neville’s fingernails are dirty, and Harry is thinking that Malfoy is going to be really pissed off about the mud in his hair, but he doesn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, the noises he is making seem to suggest he is really quite happy. Harry is starting to feel rather happy himself.
And if Neville is getting laid then who in their year isn’t? Ron is probably getting it on with Lavender (Harry sniggers at the idea of Ron being squished between Lavender’s enormous breasts and the frightened faces he might make). Hermione is clearly shagging somebody, although from the looks of it (and the from the looks of the bite marks mostly hidden under her high collars) she doesn’t seem to be satisfied. Harry decided some time ago not to think too deeply on whom Hermione was shagging.
Seamus is going out with Parvati and Dean with Ginny. Again couplings which Harry prefers not to think about too much. But Neville?
And this Neville doesn’t seem shy or awkward or boring, or any of the things Neville has been so far. Harry needs to reconsider some things.
But first he needs to have a wank.
: :
Malfoy is obviously out of the question. Too blonde, too pointy, too Slytherin. But Neville. Neville has been Harry’s friend for many years, and despite what Ron and Hermione might say, has always appreciated him. And Neville would be very pleased to be Harry’s friend.
Yet, somehow, Neville doesn't seem pleased when Harry suggests it to him.
“Harry, you say you saw me with Malfoy on Tuesday,,,”
“Yes.”
“…and now you say want the same?”
“Yes. That’s it, Neville.”
Neville doesn't seem reassured by this praise of his intellectual powers. He is frowning and twisting his hands in his lap. Harry notices that his fingernails were dirty again. He starts to feel rather hot.
“Um. Have you ever…I mean why?”
Harry shrugs.
“I just thought…it would be nice. To spend some time with you. Alone.”
“Right.”
“Maybe at the room of requirement? Where we used to have the DA meetings?”
“Yes, Harry, I know where it is.”
“So you want to meet up there around eight?”
Neville blinks and stares at Harry for a moment. He doesn't seem grateful, but the unmoving expression on his face could be interpreted as shock. He probably doesn't expect to get this from Harry.
Then Neville smiles, and he doesn't look shy.
“Okay, Harry. See you then.”
: :
Neville is already there when he arrives, his robes thrown to a messy pile on the floor. Harry notes that Neville has washed his hands.
There’s also a massive bed, with a number of strange looking implements on the side table. Harry looks at the handcuffs and the feather, and the whip. He begins to wonder what Neville was thinking about when he asked for the room. It must be because of Malfoy, the evil git must have taught Neville some bad habits. Harry smiles. There’s nothing the Slytherins can’t do that won’t be solved by Gryffindor courage.
Then he turns to Neville, who is looking at Harry, tilting his head and smiling. Neville’s hands aren’t clumsy when they open his shirt, and Harry is hypnotised by their movement, long, thick fingers pushing the tiny buttons, brown against the white shirt. Harry swallows.
Neville’s hands look very strong.
But Harry doesn’t have time to pursue further that line of thought, as Neville steps up to him and pushes him on the bed. He starts to ask what’s going on but Neville mumbles a spell and his clothes are coming off and Harry ends up almost swallowing his sleeve. Then another spell, and Harry finds himself spread-eagled on the bed, his hands and feet tied to the bedposts, and very, very naked.
And Neville’s smile isn’t shy at all.
: :
Next time Harry sees Malfoy, he punches the git and then asks for tips on giving blowjobs.
