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Draco lets the sight of Neville with a cigarette in between his lips filter through his alcohol clouded mind. He lets Neville say what he wants, accepting every word, clinging to the meaning of each. “I suppose…though most of us try a certain form of self preservation. Though, you Gryfindors seem to make a hobby of taking risks… ‘specially you.” He reaches up and plucks his necklace from the mantel, turning it over between his fingers. With the booze making him a bit more daring than he would’ve been an hour ago, Draco clambers into the bed next to Neville. “If ya don’t mind—” he gently fastens the token of affection around Neville’s neck, not even trying to meet his eyes “—I’d like for you to look after it…or if it’s that disappointing of a gift and it’s not at all how you’d like it…well…we, the necklace and I, will both be on our way.” He kisses Neville’s cheek fleetingly and takes the bottle away from him before retreating to the couch. Draco drops unceremoniously into a lounging position and gulps down just as much as his scratched throat will allow. Fire burns in the back of his chest and it’s not at all the healing, delicious kind that comes with making love. No, no…this is the burn of alcohol. And he loves it only slightly less. “Y’know…I think I’ve handled this all very well, of ya asked me.” He laughs bitterly and can’t resist grinning in a sort of ironic manner. “I’d like to see how some of the other Slytherin gents would react in a situation like this…probably with more booze…but anyways, I mean the whole thing. Not just you in general. Half-of-em woulda been dead by now…the other half…” he falls contemplatively silent. Instead of finishing the thought, Draco tips the bottle back once more and drains the last drop. “Damn…I was just getting used to that. M’ybe Blaise has some more…oh hell, that reminds me, you never told me you fucked him.” He laughs, hard, as if this is the funniest thing he’s said all day. “You should’ve seen his face when he told me. Oh, Merlin, he wanted to be sure I wasn’t fucking you simultaneously.” He lifts the empty bottle, examining it in the light of the filling fireplace, wondering how many things a bottle and a human being could have in common. First and foremost: both can be empty. Secondly: both can be broken rather easily. “There’s a good friend…Blaise… Y’know, I don’t think I ever met a Slythein quite like him…I’m sure of it actually… But he’s not the best bloke in the world. Not by a thousand years…” Realizing that he’s rambling, Draco falls silent, hoping that Neville picks up on what he’s trying to say.
Neville stared at the wall as he listened to Draco talk. He sighed and touched his cheek where Draco had kissed, still feeling the light tingle. “Of course I didn’t tell you…” he muttered. “If I’d told you all the people I’ve slept with you’d just be angry.” He hadn’t slept with Harry or Ron, although he’d come close to pushing Harry down once. He was pretty sure the fact that neither of them had touched him would make Draco happy but… Neville was a little bit of a slut. A slut that had fallen in love. It was ironic really. He was glad Draco gave him so much physical attention because he really needed it. Neville turned his head towards Draco slowly. He had a feeling there was a meaning to Draco’s words but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what Draco was on about. It just sounded like drunk blabber to him. “What are you even talking about, drunkard? You’re not cheating on me, are you?” he joked, although the fear was real in his mind. He was always so insecure when it came to Draco. “Why are you laying over there?” He could hear the heartbreak in his own voice. “You’re supposed to hold me and tell me you’re sorry, not talk about some other boy I fucked.” Neville was on the verge of breaking down and if he did he would much rather be in Draco’s arms. He was still mad but he loved Draco so much and he was scared of losing him. He wanted Draco to hold him. “I’m mad at you and I think you’re being stupid and ridiculous but I… I love you.” He clutched the necklace around his neck for dear life.
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That’s how Draco ended up standing in the middle of the Great Hall, flustered and blushing brightly, with every single pair of eyes trained on him. Snape looks like he’s about to kill someone (odds are, that someone will be Draco), as are Potter and Weasley…and all the other Weasley’s…and every single Slyhterin that’s not either about to vomit or too confused to figure out what’s going on. Pansy, who’d shrieked like a banshee when Neville…did that, begins to chatter at one hundred miles an hour, throwing her arms around Draco’s neck and blubbering something about Neville forcing himself upon him. It takes him a moment to realize what she’s doing. She’s actually trying to cover for him!? Pansy isn’t in any way a dim girl, few Slytgerins are. She knows that no one could force themselves on him…well, very few could. “Pansy…” he murmurs, gently pushing her off and looking her very seriously in the eye. “It’s not like that.” Draco turns his gaze on the hostile Gryffindors. “See something interesting? No? Well good. Kindly get back to your meaningless drivelling. Thank you. Weasley, no one CARES what you think.” Draco makes his way to his place at the table, ignoring the complete silence an confused gazes. He doesn’t expect them to understand. After all, two BOYS, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin…kissing! In the Great Hall! It’s just too much for them to comprehend. And frankly, Draco doesn’t give a shit. He grabs his pumpkin juice, downs it in one go, then grabs a dinner roll and turns on his heel, walking towards the door. Now he’s got another mess to clean up. Lovely. Before going to see Neville, Draco knows he needs either time or alcohol to simmer down. Since time isn’t exactly his best friend at the moment, he stops by his room for his bottle of Contraband. By the time he reaches the Room he’s slightly reddened and plenty loosened up. He opens the door after it appears almost immeadiately and spots Neville not a second after. He sighs heavily. Now the hard part. “Nev…why exactly do you feel the need to make every display of affection earth shattering?” Drawing into the room, Draco loops his arms around Neville’s waist (right hand still clutching his bottle) and presses his chest to his back. “I’m sorry…”
Neville closed his eyes when he heard the door open and took a long drag from his cigarette. He couldn’t remember when he started smoking but it was after he started dating Draco, he knew that. He didn’t really care much, it relieved stress. He rested his hand against the mantelpiece above the fireplace and stared into the burning flames. He was… pissed and upset and confused and he didn’t really care that every person in the school now knew about their relationship. It was better this way. It was easier to just not hide. Draco could tell Voldemort he was playing with Neville and using him to get information about Harry Potter. Or he could say that Neville was a loyal supporter and bring him over to the dark side so that he could protect Draco from the inside. He didn’t think Draco would go for that one though so he wouldn’t even bring it up. Neville looked down at the bottle in Draco’s hand, hating himself for getting comfort out of Draco pressed to his back even though he was mad at him. He pried the bottle out of Draco’s fingers and took a long gulp, setting it on the mantelpiece and taking another drag. “What did you expect me to do?” he asked softly, surprisingly calmly. This was why he smoked. “Men do stupid things when their hearts are breaking.” He walked out of Draco’s grip, taking the bottle with him and sitting down on the bed, cigarette hanging from his lips as his eyes scanned the bottle. How much of this had Draco drank tonight? He refused to look at his lover until he saw some sense and realized how much of a jerk he’d been. Neville knew he was being harsh, but he couldn’t help it. He’d almost had a panic attack when he’d first come into the room. There was broken glass in the corner beside the bed because he’d broken the lamp by throwing it against the wall. He took the last couple drags of his cigarette and put it out on the side of the bottle, dropping it on the floor because he didn’t care or have enough energy to find an ashtray. “You’re an asshole,” he said softly, taking a sip from the bottle and still not looking up. “My necklace is on the mantel, do with it what you wish.” He moved up the bed and lay down on his side facing the wall, the bottle still in his hand.
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Draco steps forward now so close that their chests are almost touching. “My whole fucking family is sucked into this, Neville.” He hisses in a voice that’s like poison. “You want to face the Dark Lord all on your own? That’s fine! See if I give a shit. I have people on the other end rooting for me. You don’t.” Out of the corner of his eye, Draco notices a small crowd of curious students has gathered and sends most of them scrambling to the Great Hall. The few that remain are either older Gryffindors or Draco’s own posse of Slytherins. With a slight nod of Draco’s head, said posse clears the rest of the students out of the way and then slip away themselves. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to Neville. Even though I’m a bottom rank Deatheater that still puts me far higher on the food chain than an alleged blood-traitor. I have a little bit of leeway. But it just so happens that YOU’VE just put me in a position that is not easily escapable. One of my superiors showed up to find me cuddling an enemy and I ran! If you would’ve just handed me your fucking WAND we could’ve run away tonight!” He lowers his gaze to the ground, trying to hide tears of frustration. “But you don’t trust me.” When Neville tries to speak, whether it’s to defend himself or comfort Draco, he doesn’t care. He simply shrugs him off and starts walking away. “Oh…right.” He tosses something over his shoulder at Neville; a silver chain with one of his own rings attached to it. He doesn’t even wait for Nevilles reaction. “I’m not a fucking angel, Nev.” And he walks away, falling into step with a group of Slytgerins on their way to dinner.
Neville looked down at the necklace as it landed on the floor. The tears swam in his eyes. He could almost hear his heart breaking. What had he done? His legs grew weak and he slid to the floor, picking up the necklace on the floor and holding it in his hand. He let out a soft sob and tried not to completely fall apart. What if he lost Draco forever before the war even started. He could hear a couple Gryffindors around him asking if he was alright and if Draco had hurt him. He just looked up at the doors into the Great Hall that Draco had disappeared through. He got to his feet slowly, walking after Draco at a surprisingly fast pace for someone who barely had control over his own body any more. He tore into the Great Hall, not caring who was watching—which was probably the entire Great Hall with the way he’d burst into the room—because he had one purpose in mind and that was to find Draco and… what was he planning on doing? He refused to let himself be that crying whiny boyfriend who can’t let their partner go. He walked straight to the Slytherin table, catching Draco by the wrist before he had a chance to sit down. He could hear the whispers around the Great Hall but they all went silent when Neville trust his hand at Draco’s chest, gripping his shirt with the hand that still held the necklace. He pulled him forwards and kissed him hard, ignoring all the gasps and some screams that filled the hall. He wrapped his arm around his stunned lover’s waist and pulled him close, kissing him a moment longer before pulling back and slapping Draco across the face. He cold feel the tears sliding down his own face as he took Draco’s hand and placed the necklace into it. He leaned in and whispered in Draco’s ear softly, “We can still run away… I love you. I’ll be in the room if you…” He didn’t finish because he didn’t want to say ‘If you still love me’ because he was scared the answer was no. He turned and walked back towards the doors, wiping his eyes and taking off at a run towards the 7th floor.
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Draco grits his teeth. “Then run faster or we’re both dead and I’m not taking the blame for it. Damn Gryffindors…” They manage to get to the castle all right, without even a sign of the Dark Lord or his men. But Draco can feel his Mark burning with a vengeance. He knows. He definitely knows. Panting, Draco reaches out and punches Neville’s shoulder just hard enough to know him off balance. “Damn you…Nevillle…fucking hell…why don’t you fucking listen to me, huh? Fuck…” He covers his face and lets out a sound of anguish. How much had Scabior seen? He could’ve been following Draco from the moment he left the meeting. Stalking him and waiting for the perfect moment to corner him. But what a treat the Snatcher must’ve gotten when he got a sidelines view to the two young men fucking each other senseless. And now Scabior’s got what he’s wanted for so long; an excuse. Draco flinches just thinking about it. “Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck…dammit Neville! I could’ve made an excuse or something!”
Neville glared at Draco and rolled his eyes. “Merlin, Draco, don’t make me punch you!” he shouted loudly, not caring that they were in the entranceway at dinner time and the people in the Great Hall would probably be able to hear them. He didn’t give a fuck. “What the fuck do you expect me to do?! Yeah, I fucking shot that curse! Do you think I care that I could get in trouble for it?! No! I fucking don’t! I did that to protect you, so don’t sit there and act like I’m going to let you stand at the mouth of the beast for something that I did! Why are you so stupid some times?! I could have solved all of your problems for you so quickly but because I respect you as a person I’ve let you deal with them on your own but when it starts to effect us then I’m not going to stand for it any more! Don’t be a fucking idiot and let me protect you some times! Don’t take the blame for everything I do! What if he felt like he didn’t need you any more and he decided to kill you right then and there?! At least you’re safe in the castle for fuck sake! I swear to God I will hurt you one of these days!” He put his hand to his forehead and tried to calm himself down. He was pissed and scared and shaking and he didn’t know what to do with these emotions. He didn’t want to fight with Draco, but what else did Draco expect him to do? He felt like he was being trapped in a cage and he was never allowed to step past the bars. He was expected to sit here like a good boy and watch Draco go out into danger all the time. He couldn’t take it any more.
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“NEVILLE!” Draco hollers, mortified. He shakes his hand free and skids to a clumsy halt. “What the fuck are you doing?!” A strange wildness has taken over his eyes as he reels backwards. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Gimme your wand.” When Neville hesitates, Draco holds out his hand insistently. “Dammit, Neville, give me your fucking wand! Don’t you understand what you just did?! Neville, he’s gonna come now! Fuck… gimme your wand! They’ll trace it. You gotta give it to me and you gotta run! I know you hate it…I don’t want you to do it. But you have to trust me. Remember, you trust me, right? Hey—look at me.” Draco reaches out, places his hand on the side of Neville’s neck gently. He reigns himself in. “Look at me. You’ve got to run. All right? I can make up an excuse for myself. Nothing will happen. But if you’re here I’m going to get hurt, understand? You’ve got to run so I can be safe. So we can be safe. Understand?”
Draco kisses Neville’s cheek and brushes his hair of his forehead. He smiles reassuringly. “Give me your wand Neville. It’s gonna be ok. I promise. Do you trust me?” He waits, hand outstretched, praying to every last god he’d ever heard of that Neville will do as he says. The last thing he needs is for the Gryffindor to be around when the Dark Lord shows up.
Neville’s head was reeling. What had he done? Draco was planning on taking the blame and getting in trouble for him? Fuck that! Neville gripped his wand tighter and hid his behind his back. “No!” he said, grabbing Draco’s arm and pulling him towards the castle. “They were my actions, I’m not going to let you get punished for them! We’re both going back to the castle and if you don’t like it, I’ll knock you out and carry you!” He was pissed. He was terrified. He’d done that to save Draco’s life, he wasn’t going to do something that would put Draco’s life in more danger. Draco was already knee deep in danger. Neville was a big boy, he could take responsibility for his own actions. They would go back to the castle and no one could touch them. Not right away any way. He knew that any way that this war could play out he would be in danger. He wasn’t going to go down without a fight. He took Draco by the arm and pulled him towards the edge of the forest, breaking out into the glow of the moon. He took Draco’s hand at this point and started running, his grip on Draco’s hand almost hard enough to crush his fingers. “You’re a fucking idiot if you think I’m going to let you go back there and get tortured for something I did!” He would not stand for this any more. He wasn’t some defenceless little girl, he could take care of himself. He would protect Draco as best he could because there was no one else there to do it.
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Draco lifts his head and grins at Neville before rolling to his back and pulling the Gryffindor on top of him. He wraps his arms around him protectively, trying to put a million words into just one embrace. Words aren’t enough to describe how much Neville means to Draco, who’d always been a man of action anyways. “I love you. I love you. I love you. More than anything or anyone, I love you.” He punctuates each sentiment with a gentle peck on the lips, ending with a lingering kiss that leaves them both breathless. “I know it’s hard sometimes since you’re in the dark about a lot. But I want you to know, the very second it isn’t a danger for you to know, I’ll tell you everything. But until then, you’ll just have to trust me.” He grips the side of Neville’s neck, trying to reassure him. Silence graces them once again. Draco busies his hands with rubbing soothing circles along Neville’s back. His mind wanders elsewhere. Back into the forest. Back to the meeting. Draco knows that his safety is far from secured. Who knows Greyback could come for him? Or worse, perhaps they’d send Scabior. Merlin knows what the Snatcher would use Draco for if he had the chance. The Slytherin is a master at reading people; but his kills are all but necessary when it comes to seeing the desire in the older man’s glances. The thought itself makes Draco ill and he subconciously holds Neville tighter. Reverting his thoughts to more pleasant things, Draco lets his eyes wander around the glen, both saited and satisfyingly exhausted. “I love you beyond any shadow of doubt.” He murmurs, kissing a small bruise on the side of Neville’s jaw.
Neville sniffed a little and smiled down at his lover. He loved it when Draco said those words. He knew that they were true. “I know baby,” he whispered, sliding his nose over Draco’s cheek and nipping his jaw gently. “I trust you. I’ll always trust you.” He rolled over so he was laying beside Draco, pulling his lover to his chest. “I love you too, you know. You’re my beautiful blond angel.” He pinched Draco’s cheek and chuckled when the Slytherin made a face. He buried his face in Draco’s chest and breathed in his scent. He knew that the time was drawing near when he would lose Draco for… well for possibly forever. He didn’t know what he would do at that time, but he knew it would be dramatic and probably stupid. Would this be their last couple months together? Would they get through this war? If Draco succeeded in his task… he would be named an outlaw and hated forever. If that happened then Neville would be an outlaw too. He didn’t care about what other people thought. He loved Draco and Draco was all he needed. “What were you doing out here tonight?” he whispered, kissing at Draco’s neck and biting it softly. He was scared to know the answer but his curiosity got the better of him.
Draco remains silent for several minutes before finally speaking. “There was a meeting…It’s soon, Neville. Very soon.” His arms retract themselves from around Neville and Draco covers his face with his hands, trying to wash away the images of the last meeting. More muggles and ‘blood-traitors’ had been brought for slaughter. Their screams echo in the depths of Draco’s mind along with the heartless jeering of the other Deatheaters. Their deaths and suffering took place directly in front of Draco. And he’d done nothing but watch. He hadn’t even had the guts to look away.
“Let’s run.” He says, with sudden conviction. Scrabbling to his feet with a strange elation in his eyes, Draco starts talking at such a speed that it’s nearly impossible to catch every word. “We’ll go somewhere so far away that he’ll never guess to look… it won’t matter anyway. I already finished the cabinet. They can’t have Hogwarts, Dumbledore will stop him before that happens. We could go to…to…America or-or somewhere. Anywhere. He can’t look everywhere. We can…we can…” Draco pales considerably, eyes fixed on a spot in the forest nearby. Scabior stands there, grinning viciously at the pair, eyes alight with curiosity and understanding. The world startlingly shifts sideways and Draco hastily grabs Neville’s arm, heaves him off the ground, and forces him to run. “Go! Go! I’m right behind you!” He sends a hex after the Snatcher and tears off after Neville. “Don’t stop! Don’t look back! Get to the castle!”
Neville’s heart was racing a million miles a second. He didn’t know what was going on. “Draco!” he called behind him slowing his pace a little until Draco was beside him. He grabbed Draco’s hand, needing to know that he was there. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if Draco got caught and he’d just run. Draco’s words from a minute ago rang in his ears. He wanted to run away. He wanted to get out of here as much as Draco did. He would do anything, go anywhere, if it meant he could stay with the person he loved. No one would find them if they hid for long enough. They would stay out of this stupid war and just live together. They could go to Canada or somewhere accepting of homosexuals. They… they could probably even get married. That was, if they got away from this man. Neville pulled out his wand and shot a spell at the man on their tail. He laced his fingers with Draco’s and started running faster, dodging trees and stumps. He’d become one with the forest after the last year so he didn’t have any fear of tripping. He could see the castle nearing. Once they were out of the trees all they had to do was scream and Hagrid would come to their rescue. He doubted the man would follow them out of the forest though. “Draco keep running!” he said as they reached the edge of the trees. He saw a green light fly past Draco’s ear and his eyes went wide. This man was trying to kill them. Alright then, he wanted to fight dirty? Neville would fight dirty. He wiped his wand around and shot Crucio at the man. He was protective, overly so at times, and he was pissed that this man had dared to shoot a spell like that at Draco. He wasn’t going to stand for that bullshit. He heard the man scream and go down. He didn’t keep the spell on him for too long, knowing he had to keep running—not the mention he was absolutely appalled at himself for shooting that spell.
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Draco lifts his head and grins at Neville before rolling to his back and pulling the Gryffindor on top of him. He wraps his arms around him protectively, trying to put a million words into just one embrace. Words aren’t enough to describe how much Neville means to Draco, who’d always been a man of action anyways. “I love you. I love you. I love you. More than anything or anyone, I love you.” He punctuates each sentiment with a gentle peck on the lips, ending with a lingering kiss that leaves them both breathless. “I know it’s hard sometimes since you’re in the dark about a lot. But I want you to know, the very second it isn’t a danger for you to know, I’ll tell you everything. But until then, you’ll just have to trust me.” He grips the side of Neville’s neck, trying to reassure him. Silence graces them once again. Draco busies his hands with rubbing soothing circles along Neville’s back. His mind wanders elsewhere. Back into the forest. Back to the meeting. Draco knows that his safety is far from secured. Who knows Greyback could come for him? Or worse, perhaps they’d send Scabior. Merlin knows what the Snatcher would use Draco for if he had the chance. The Slytherin is a master at reading people; but his kills are all but necessary when it comes to seeing the desire in the older man’s glances. The thought itself makes Draco ill and he subconciously holds Neville tighter. Reverting his thoughts to more pleasant things, Draco lets his eyes wander around the glen, both saited and satisfyingly exhausted. “I love you beyond any shadow of doubt.” He murmurs, kissing a small bruise on the side of Neville’s jaw.
Neville sniffed a little and smiled down at his lover. He loved it when Draco said those words. He knew that they were true. “I know baby,” he whispered, sliding his nose over Draco’s cheek and nipping his jaw gently. “I trust you. I’ll always trust you.” He rolled over so he was laying beside Draco, pulling his lover to his chest. “I love you too, you know. You’re my beautiful blond angel.” He pinched Draco’s cheek and chuckled when the Slytherin made a face. He buried his face in Draco’s chest and breathed in his scent. He knew that the time was drawing near when he would lose Draco for… well for possibly forever. He didn’t know what he would do at that time, but he knew it would be dramatic and probably stupid. Would this be their last couple months together? Would they get through this war? If Draco succeeded in his task… he would be named an outlaw and hated forever. If that happened then Neville would be an outlaw too. He didn’t care about what other people thought. He loved Draco and Draco was all he needed. “What were you doing out here tonight?” he whispered, kissing at Draco’s neck and biting it softly. He was scared to know the answer but his curiosity got the better of him.
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“Shhh…n’ talking…too…t’r’d.” Draco moans, burying his face in Neville’s skin, wrapping his arms around the Gryffindor’s neck. His eyes drift shut and they remain totally still for several minutes. Then Draco sighs and manages to sit up, kissing the peak of Neville’s chin. With shaking fingers, he pulls his partner’s pants back into their proper position and fastens them up. Slowly, he manages to get himself back in order as well, stopping between buttons to lean over and plant gentle kisses on all the marks he left on his lover. “Y’might not wanna let anyone see those…” He winks, running his open palm down the rather impressive hickey he’d left on the left pectoral which is doted with tooth imprints. “They’ll ‘sume you been mauled.” Laughing to himself, he zips his own pants before settling next to Neville once again and drawing him close.
There is once again a comfortable silence between them that is filled by only Draco’s still erratic breathing. His thoughts keep reverting back to their encounter, threatening to consume him all over again. He, however, has no energy to act upon the urges. Which is most unfortunate. He could fuck Neville like that all night long seven nights a week if only he could stand it. He’s only human though. “You’re so perfect,” Draco murmurs again. Love soaks his words, sprinkled with honesty and completely sincere. “So damn perfect.” His eyes flutter, but he fights off the need to sleep. Draco knows all too well that they can’t stay here much longer, but dammit, he needs to be near Neville without worrying about someone bursting in and seeing them. Just for a while, anyways. Then they can go back to pretend.
Neville laughed softly and ran his fingers through Draco’s hair slowly, his chest moving up and down with his heavy breathing. He almost wanted to let people see the marks all over him so they would know that someone had claimed him. He wouldn’t tell them who that someone was though. Draco was his and his alone and he was perfectly fine being the only one who knew that. He would never let anything come between the two of them, not even a war. Draco was the only good thing he had in his life and he wasn’t about to let it go. He knew that Draco couldn’t stay for long. He had been out here for a reason and it hadn’t been to see him. He wondered what Draco had been doing out here but he didn’t think much into it, dreading the truth.
“Draco?” he asked softly, kissing the top of Draco’s head and sliding his fingers down Draco’s arm. “You love me, right?” He knew he needed to get over his insecurities, and he was, he just needed to hear Draco say it every now and then. He could feel the love coming from Draco but he needed to hear those three words that made his heart flutter in his chest every time. “Tell me you love me.”
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Draco grips Neville’s sides firmly in order to keep him from slumping over. In a flash, he’s looming over the Gryffindor, still thrusting into him like a well oiled machine. His breath is now ragged gasps that shake with each exhale. Trying to reign himself in is completely useless now. All that there is in the world is Neville and the need to get to release. Draco cranes his neck and bites Neville’s collarbone. Hard (though not so hard to draw blood, he’s not an animal…well, mostly not an animal). Swearing and struggling to keep moans of pleasure in check, Draco squeezes his eyes shut and hitches Neville’s leg over his hip, finally reaching the edge and tumbling down full speed. Now he can’t hold back. He jerks and thrusts uselessly, calling out Neville’s name, going completely red in the face. His eyes roll back and his head falls forward to rest on his lover’s chest. “Ohhhhhh~ fuckinghellyes!!” The wave passes. Panting and shivering, Draco collapses. The warm body beneath him is a welcome cushion that he wraps his arms tightly around and buries his face into.
Thought seems like so distant a thing and Draco is completely content with just lying there with his eyes closed, breathing and just…being. He hasn’t been comfortable like this in a very long time. Whenever speech is finally within reach, Draco lifts his slightly sweaty face to look at Neville. “W-Well…I suppose that’ll do…” He grins and begins to gently kiss the bruises and scratches he left on Neville’s body. Some of them will fade within the hour. Others…well, he’ll leave it at, Neville should avoid swimming anytime soon unless he wants some very uncomfortable questions about why there are bite marks littering his chest. Draco unconsciously lets his hands wander over Neville’s body, humming softly in satisfaction to himself. Every fiber of his being is still quivering with pleasure and he doubts he’ll be able to stand anytime soon. He doesn’t even try to imagine the state Neville is in…
Neville’s body was still trying to calm down when Draco started thrusting like that. He was hard again before he knew it and the second Draco came he was falling over the edge again, choking on his moan. He felt like he might die for a second or two, his heart beating way too fast to be safe. His whole body was thrumming. He was shaking and shivering and panting and he couldn’t even think straight. Draco knew exactly how to take him to leave him a whimpering pile of goo. He felt Draco hug him but he couldn’t even open his eyes. “I dnn think I cn go ‘nywerr ‘ny time soon,” he slurred, chuckling to himself and feeling more than a little high. His legs felt like jell-o as his one leg slipped off of Draco’s hip and fell to the ground. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stand or probably even move at all for a little while. He was on the edge of passing out and he knew that if Draco let him he would. He wanted to curl up in Draco’s arms and just stay with him forever. His chest was tingling and he was sure it was because he was covered in bites and scratches and Hickeys but that just made him smile because it made him feel like he was claimed—like he was Draco’s. He would do anything for the man laying on top of him. If he wanted Neville to be his whore, he could do that. He could stay locked in his room forever as long as Draco fucked him like that every night. He started chuckling again before letting out a content sigh. “You ‘lways know ‘ow to mmke me cr-zy.”
