Fic: Neville/Blaise--Boy Trouble. Gryf boys fic (kind of)... Yay!!
Day: Tuesday, July 7th
Title: Boy Trouble
Author: asnowyowl
Rating: NC17/Mature
Pairing(s): Neville/Blaise (mention of other (mostly) canon pairings)
Summary: Neville begins looking for a best friend, after all, everyone else has one.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Warning(s): AU in that I barely mention the war, Neville's class is having a normal seventh year, and some characters who didn’t survive canon are alive and well.
Word Count: 4941
Author's Notes: Beta done by the wondrous, bk7brokemybrain. Written for Thirty Days of Neville 2009 on xnevillelovingx. This is the Gryf-boys-help-Neville-decide-if-he's-gay fic that I've been planning on writing forever. It turned out a bit differently (more plotty) than I'd planned, but still, I hope you all like it.
Boy Trouble
Neville had got himself into a spot of trouble. It all started quite innocently, really. As Neville mulled over the events of the past several weeks, he couldn’t see where he'd gone wrong - how everything had gone so pear-shaped.
Two months ago, Neville had awoken on New Year’s Day resolved to make one big change. He was going to find a best friend. After all, a seventh-year student, only months away from embarking on life outside Hogwarts, should have a best mate to pal around with, someone to remain close to even after school ended. Ron had Harry, Dean had Seamus, but who did Neville have? No one.
He immediately set to work observing the fifth and sixth year Gryffindor boys - for his best friend really should be male. After all, he should be looking at females as potential dates, not just friends.
It didn’t take him long to realize that all of the Gryffindor boys of a correct age were either already matched with a best friend, or weren’t best friend material.
So six weeks ago, Neville began watching boys from other houses. He started with Hufflepuff, presuming the loyal, rather boring ‘Puffs would be the best match for his laid-back personality. Unfortunately, the likes of Finch-Fletchley and Macmillan left him cold. Ugh.
Then he thought he’d hit pay dirt when Anthony Goldstein of Ravenclaw agreed to help him with his Charms notes. They hit it off for several days until Neville realized Goldstein was, more or less, a male version of Hermione. Now, Neville loved Hermione, he really did, but he could only take her pushy personality in small doses.
Four weeks ago, Neville began observing the Slytherins. He had little hope of finding his perfect friend in a house so completely opposite of his own personality, but in truth, he was getting desperate. If the house of serpents had nothing to offer, Neville would be forced to consider Hogwarts girls for companionship, and that just didn’t seem right.
He immediately rejected Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle because… well… because they were Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. Nott wasn’t much better, so that left Zabini. Neville’s heart stuttered when he came to this realization. After all, Zabini was tall (he towered at least four inches over Neville), dark (his skin the color most sun-worshippers wished they could achieve), and handsome (guh!), the very things Neville was not. And Blaise was always impeccably dressed, never a wrinkle in his clothes, never a hair out of place. But still… Neville swallowed hard, pushed down his rather healthy inferiority complex, and set about to surreptitiously watch Blaise.
Unfortunately, Neville was no spy. After only three days of undercover work, Blaise cornered him in the library after lunch. He didn’t look happy. “The war’s over, yeah?”
Neville nodded, though that was rather hard to do when he was crowded against a wall by a boy several inches taller, and the nod only served to bring his head almost in contact with a broad chest.
“So why are you following me around? It’s not like I’m brewing up some nefarious plot, or something. Hell, I wasn’t even a junior Death Eater during the war!”
“I… uhm… no?” Neville stuttered.
Blaise shook his head and stepped back. “Spill it, Longbottom.”
Neville’s eyes shifted toward the nearby tables where several students had stopped what they were doing to watch the spectacle, expecting Neville to be pounded to a pulp, no doubt. He looked back at Blaise and said, “Sorry. I’ll explain. Just not here, okay?”
Blaise nodded tersely. He stepped back further, turned, and strode out of the library.
Neville took a deep breath and then ran to catch up. When he fell in step beside Blaise, he took yet another deep breath and said, “I… I know this’ll probably sound stupid, but I don’t have a best friend, and since it seems as you don’t, either, I was thinking….”
Blaise threw an arm out, hitting Neville across the chest, stopping his forward motion as Blaise also came to a halt. Blaise crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. “What are you on about, Longbottom? Slytherins and Gryffindors are never friends.”
Neville stood straighter, pulling himself out of his normal slouch and up to his full height. “We could be the first.”
Blaise shook his head. “Why? Why would we want to be? I don’t know about Gryffindor, but it’d be pretty tense in the Slytherin common room if I was hanging out with you.”
Neville really hadn’t given much though to how the other Gryffindors would react. “I’m not sure how my housemates would take it, but I’m willing to find out.” He couldn’t believe how brave he was being, but he sick of being quiet and polite, sick of never taking anything for himself. He deserved a best mate, damn it, and Blaise might well be his last chance.
“I’ll think about it.”
It was two weeks before Blaise came back with an answer. By then Neville figured Blaise thought he was mental and had no intentions of pursuing a friendship. Most likely, Neville was the butt of all the Slytherin jokes - again.
It was during a Quidditch match, Slytherin versus Ravenclaw, with Neville sat on the stands just behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione - Seamus and Dean on his left - that Neville saw Blaise Zabini stand up and leave the Slytherin stands.
And, yes, of course he’d been watching Blaise more than he’d been watching the match, but after you proposition someone, and they say they’ll think about it, all one tends to do is worry about whether that person is actually considering the proposal… or something like that.
Neville didn’t even try to hide that his attention was on Blaise as the man wound his way through the rest of his housemates, then the Hufflepuffs, to finally enter enemy territory: the Gryffindor section of the stands.
Seamus leaned forward and tapped Harry on the shoulder. “What’s that wanker doing over here?”
Harry, too interested in the game to care what Seamus was on about, only shrugged.
Hermione though glanced in Blaise’s direction. “Odd. You don’t think he’s here to cause trouble, do you?”
“No,” Neville said. “He’s not like Malfoy and his goons.”
Hermione only shrugged, but continued to watch as Blaise strode closer and closer.
Neville’s stomach was in knots and his lungs constricted by the time Blaise was standing next to him, asking if the empty seat on Neville’s right was taken. When Neville shook his head, Blaise smirked and dropped gracefully onto the bench.
“You’re not losing your nerve now, are you?” Blaise leaned into Neville and whispered. “Because now that I’ve made the move, the Slytherins will know something’s up and harass me.”
Neville swallowed hard. He cleared his throat. He ignored Seamus’s elbow as it jabbed into his ribs. Finally, he smiled. “Nope. I’m not losing my nerve. You just took me by surprise.”
Blaise laughed. “Oh, like you did to me after the library the other day?”
“Two weeks ago.” Neville tried not to sound accusatory, but it was hard not to when Blaise was acting like he hadn’t left Neville dangling for a fortnight.
“Good things are always worth waiting for.”
Neville nodded. Perhaps that was true. Anyway, wasn’t this what he wanted? Hadn’t he been sure his friends wouldn’t censure him for having a Slytherin best mate? Only maybe he’d overestimated some of them.
“What the fuck’s going on, Neville?” Seamus hissed.
Neville forced a smile and turned to his friends, all of whom (except for Harry who still had his eyes on the sky, presumably looking for the snitch - something he did at every Quidditch match whether he was playing or not) were looking from Neville to Blaise. “Blaise and I are friends.” It felt good to say that.
“I reckon you have enough friends already,” Ron said.
~o~o~o~o~
So it went from there. Neville didn't back down and all the Gryffindors came around quite quickly, Ron being the last to accept Blaise, and only doing so when he found out Blaise was as avid about the Canons as Ron was. Neville didn't think Blaise had it so easy with his Slytherin cronies, though, but Blaise would never say, only change the subject when Neville asked him.
It went swimmingly right from the beginning. Neville and Blaise quickly realized they had enough in common to build a friendship. At first they hung out only after classes, studying together in the library, or talking until curfew in one of the greenhouses. It didn't take long for Neville to realize just what it meant to have a best friend, someone who was really interested in what he was saying, someone who talked about topics that interested them both, a person who made him feel comfortable no matter what. It was hard to believe all that could come wrapped in a Slytherin package, but Neville didn't question what was going so well.
A few days into their new friendship, they started taking meals together, often sitting at the unused far end of the Ravenclaw table. As with everything he did, Blaise possessed a grace about eating that Neville knew he could never replicate. At least, since Blaise was used to taking meals with the likes of Crabbe and Goyle, he didn't seem to notice when Neville dropped his fork or slurped his soup too loudly.
Neville was happy. He had his best friend, a tall, handsome, muscular, intelligent best friend. He ignored the swooping in his stomach he felt whenever he was with Blaise. After all, lots of things made Neville's stomach swoop - rare plants, or a really good pudding, for instance. They were already talking about perhaps sharing a flat in London while they completed their apprenticeships (and didn’t that thought cause Neville's stomach to perform backflips?). This was just what Neville had been dreaming of, only in some way that Neville couldn't explain, even to himself, it didn't seem quite enough. Maybe he'd overestimated best friendship.
But regardless of Neville's expectations, yesterday it had all fallen apart. Yesterday Blaise had pulled Neville into an empty classroom and said, "I'm sorry, but I just can't be your friend any more."
~o~o~o~o~
"He said what?" Ron was sat against the headboard of his bed, Hermione lounging against him, the book she'd been reading forgotten in her lap.
Neville had just closed the dormitory door and blurted out what he had to say. He really hadn’t wanted to say this twice, that's why he'd invited all his friends together, so he wouldn't have to repeat. "Blaise said he couldn't just be my friend. That he wanted to be my boyfriend." Neville pulled at the collar of his shirt, trying desperately to find more air.
"I never thought I'd see Neville go redder than a Weasley," Seamus said. He was sitting on the end of his bed, Dean by his side, both looking steadily at Neville, examining him like he was some rare creature.
Neville flicked his gaze to Harry and Ginny. If there were any two people firmly in his corner, it was them. They were sitting on the floor, backs against Harry's trunk, hands entwined. Neville still had trouble seeing them as a couple, still remembered the crush Ginny'd had on Harry for years, and how Harry had always treated her like a little sister. "How do you feel about that, Nev?" Harry asked, effectively cutting off any argument either Ron or Ginny might put up over the Weasley comment.
Neville leaned against the door and then slid down to sit on the floor. "I don't know… I guess… just help me figure this out?"
Hermione sat forward. "Could you possibly be interested in Blaise that way? Are you gay? Do you like boys?"
"Of course not!" Ron bellowed. He lowered his voice. "We've all been sharing a room with Neville for seven years. Don't you think we'd have noticed if he was a poofter?"
"Actually, I always thought he was," Dean said.
"Yeah, now that I think about it, poofter or bi." Seamus nodded. "What do you think, Harry?"
"I don't know anything about it."
"Well I've seen Neville check out Malfoy's arse," Ginny said.
Ron gagged.
"I've seen Neville check out your tits," Seamus said, grinning at Ginny.
Harry glared at Neville. "You checked out Ginny's tits?"
"Who hasn't?" Hermione asked.
Ron's gagging turned into outright choking.
Neville groaned. He loved all his friends, he really did, but sometime it felt as if they steamrolled right over the top of him. This was supposed to be his meeting, and he could barely get a word in. Blaise never made him feel as is he shouldn't be talking. He stood and cleared his throat. "I've never really figured out what I am, okay? Sometimes I see a girl and think she's sexy, but then some hot bloke walks by and I forget all about her."
"Bisexual, then." Seamus said.
"But how do I know for sure?" Neville paced across the room toward the window, turning his back on everyone. "I've never even been kissed."
"Well that can be remedied easily enough." It was Harry's voice. "Kiss a couple of people, then you should know if one sex or the other is more appealing."
"Or both," Hermione said.
Neville turned around. "How am I supposed to find someone to kiss? Just walk up to them lips first? I don’t think so."
"Well, girls should be easy enough." Dean looked from Hermione to Ginny.
"I only kiss Harry, thank you very much." Ginny smiled at Harry.
"Now maybe, but you kissed half the male population of Hogwarts before," Seamus said.
"I did not. You're just jealous because I've never kissed you."
"Hardly," Seamus replied. "But if Ginny won't do it, then it has to be Hermione."
All eyes turned to Hermione, who flushed under the scrutiny.
"Oh, no… no one's kissing my girlfriend!" Ron said.
"How come you didn't say that about me?" Ginny hissed at Harry.
Harry shrugged.
"Well, maybe I will kiss Neville, then."
Harry let go of Ginny's hand. "Go ahead."
Before Ginny could push off the floor, Neville said, "That's okay, Ginny, maybe I can find another girl to kiss." But Merlin, he didn't know who. He'd just be damned if he was going to let Ginny use him to get Harry mad.
Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and shifted away from Harry just a little, a look of determination crossing her face. "Well, I'll find you a girl to kiss, then."
"And I'll do some research on sexual preferences," Hermione promised.
"How about a guy for Neville to kiss?" Harry asked.
"I don't know of any other gay blokes." Seamus looked at Dean, who shrugged.
"Except Blaise, apparently," Hermione said.
Dean elbowed Seamus, "We could ask around a bit, find out if there are any other poofters at Hogwarts."
~o~o~o~o~
Two days later, they met back in the boys' dormitory. Hermione gave a long speech about sexual preferences that almost put even Neville to sleep. Shouldn’t talking about sex be exciting, not boring as hell?
When Hermione had finally wound down, Seamus stood. He blushed as he said, "We couldn't find another gay bloke at school, but now everyone thinks Dean and I are a couple and we're looking for a third."
Dean laughed. "But the good news is that several birds have offered to try to 'reform' me."
Seamus's mouth dropped open. "You? Why not me?"
Dean shrugged.
Ginny cleared her throat. "I found a girl for Neville to kiss." She walked to the door and motioned someone in.
Luna Lovegood glided into the room, a look of concern on her face. "Ginny says you need help understanding your preferences, Neville. Since I've always noticed a preponderance of violet in your aura, I believe you are most likely gay, but I'd be glad to help any way I can. Do you want to start the kiss, or shall I?"
Neville took a couple of steps backward. He'd always liked Luna as a friend, but had never thought about kissing her. She was just too strange for his sensibilities.
"Oh, don't worry," Luna said. "I've kissed several people and it's never meant a thing."
"Kiss her, Nev," Seamus yelled.
"What? Here? Now?" It was bad enough that Neville's first kiss was going to be with someone he had never been attracted to, but to be public, too? That was too much.
"Of course not in front of everyone." Hermione stood and pulled Ron to his feet. "We'll all wait in the hallway, Neville. Um… shout if you need anything." She shooed everyone from the room, closing the door behind her.
Luna rose up on her tiptoes, closed her eyes, and pursed her lips. She stayed that way, swaying slightly, for a few moments before opening one eye. "Whenever you're ready."
Neville nodded. He licked his lips and strode forward. When he was very near to Luna, he placed his hands on her shoulders and gulped once before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. He pulled back almost instantly. "Thanks…"
His words were cut off when Luna lunged forward, plastering herself to Neville's front, lips smashing against his. Her head tilted this way and that. Her lips moved a bit, opening and closing as if she was trying to talk but couldn't remember what she wanted to say. Neville tried to keep up, but there was no way he could guess which way she'd go next. Instead he gripped her shoulders and just waited for it to be over.
When she finally pulled back, Luna smiled. "That was pleasant."
Neville didn't want to lie, so he didn't answer.
"If you ever need another test, just let me know, won't you?"
Neville nodded.
Luna swept out of the room. The gang clambered back in.
"How was it?" Harry asked.
"Not great."
"Did you feel anything at all, Neville?" Hermione held a quill over a piece of parchment, ready to scribble down whatever Neville said.
"Nausea."
~o~o~o~o~
The next day, Neville was walking through the hallways alone, more nervous than ever because Blaise kept giving him looks that made his belly squirm and his todger twitch. He'd told Blaise he'd let him know soon, but for the life of him, Neville felt no closer to making a decision than he had a few days ago. And he missed Blaise, missed him more than he would have thought possible.
Just as he was passing a rather large suit of armor, a hand shot out and snagged his robes, pulling Neville into an alcove. Neville squealed, but then quieted when he saw his accoster was Harry, and Harry was holding a finger to his mouth to quiet him.
"What?" Neville whispered.
"I'm going to kiss you."
"You're what?" Neville would have taken a step back, but his back was already to the wall of the cramped nook. "Why?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
Neville nodded. Hadn't he always kept his friends' secrets?
"I think I need to figure out what I am, too."
Neville licked his lips. "And you want to find out on me?" Neville rather liked this idea. It wasn't as if he thought he'd ever have a romantic relationship with Harry, but Harry was a good enough looking bloke. Not as handsome as Blaise, but cute, nonetheless.
"Yes."
"What about Ginny?"
The only answer Neville got was Harry leaning closer and Harry's lips brushing across his own. It sent a bit of a spark down Neville's spine, so he leaned in for more.
Harry grabbed Neville around the waist and pulled him close. He nipped and sucked on Neville's lips, he darted his tongue into Neville's mouth, he groaned when Neville responded in kind.
Neville's cock took an interest rather quickly. Now this was more like it. Perhaps he was gay after all. Harry was certainly chasing any thoughts of rounded breasts and narrow waists from his mind.
When they pulled apart, Neville was hard and aching, and, from what he felt pressed against him, he knew Harry was, too.
"I have some thinking to do," Harry said.
"I should say so."
~o~o~o~o~
Even though he now knew what he wanted to do, Neville put off talking to his friends for another day. It wasn't as if he was procrastinating, he just needed one more sane day before he was known as the poofter of Hogwarts. Finally, he pulled them all together in the dorm. "I'm gay."
Dean grinned and said, "I knew it!"
"But you haven't even kissed a boy, have you?" Seamus asked.
Hermione dug her parchment out of her pack. "Are you sure? Perhaps you're just not attracted to Luna."
Harry clutched Ginny's hand tightly and refused to look at Neville.
"Yes, I'm sure. I did kiss a guy…" Neville held up a hand when several people started talking at once. "It's no one's business who it was, but let's just say it was brilliant and it convinced me, okay?" Neville tried not to look at Harry, but a quick glance told him that Harry was fidgeting, looking miserable.
"We've been waiting for this!" Seamus crowed. He reached into his trunk and pulled out a large box. "Dean and I got some learning aids for you." He pulled a realistic looking arse out of the box. It was flesh toned and life-sized. "This is so you can learn proper preparations. George Weasley suggested it."
"George? My brother George suggested a gay sex toy?" Ron's face paled.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Of course he did. Gods, we are talking George, here."
Hermione approached the faux arse and parted its cheeks. She prodded at the arsehole, nodding and humming. "Seems about right, but will it loosen as it's prepared? I've been reading a book on the mechanics and I'd quite like to see it done."
Harry bolted toward the door. "I have revising to do. Yeah. That's right, revising."
He was out the door before anyone could remind him that it was a Friday night.
Ron was hot on Harry's heels. "You lot do whatever arse prodding you want, I'm not sticking around for it."
When Seamus pulled out a long purple dildo, Neville decided he'd had enough, too. He'd learn about sex by doing it with a real man, preferably Blaise. He sneaked out the door, figuring the rest probably wouldn't even notice he was gone.
The castle was quiet as Neville made his way to the dungeons. He had no idea where the entrance to the Slytherin common room was, but he hoped to come across it. It was time to give Blaise his answer. Professor Snape stepped out into the hallway just as Neville passed the Potions classroom door. "Ah, Mr. Longbottom. Stumbling into Slytherin territory might not be an intelligent act."
"Probably not, sir." Since the end of the war had revealed Snape to be one of the good guys (though still as unpleasant as a blast-ended skrewt with a head cold), Neville wasn't as frightened of the man as he once was. "I've come to talk to Blaise Zabini. Could you tell me how I can find him?"
"Ah, so you made up your mind, then?"
"Made… made up my mind?"
"Yes, about whether you'll date him or not. I must say, Longbottom, I wouldn't imagine it a difficult choice. I don’t foresee better offers flying your way."
Neville shook his head, amazed at how he could feel even slightly at ease around Snape. "No. No better offers, sir. I really do like Blaise, I just had to figure out that I was gay before I made any moves."
Snape chuckled. He began walking, motioning Neville to follow. "It doesn't take most boys until they are seventeen to understand their preferences."
"Perhaps I'm a slow learner."
When Snape barked out a laugh, Neville thought he might fall over in a faint. Who'd have thought the man could laugh?
"I won't lower myself to respond to that. It's far too easy."
Neville peered up and down the dimly lit corridor, before he said, "I'm not the only guy my age who's trying to figure out what his preferences are."
Snape stopped in his tracks. "Do tell."
"I don't gossip about my friends. And anyway, I think he's decided he's straight."
Snape grabbed Neville's shoulders, claw-like fingers digging in uncomfortably, leaving bruises, no doubt. "Is it Potter?" he hissed.
Neville tried not to give anything away, but he couldn't hold Snape's gaze, couldn't lie and still meet Snape's heated stare.
"It is, isn't it?" Snape shook Neville's shoulders. "Tell me, boy. I won't tell anyone else, but it's imperative I know."
Neville was torn between protecting his friend and disobeying a direct order from the scariest teacher at Hogwarts (and now that Snape was riled, Neville was reminded of just how frightening he was). Finally, he gave a small nod.
"It is Potter?"
"Yes, sir."
Snape pulled away when footsteps echoed down the hallway. He turned on his heel and, in a swirl of black robes, strode away.
Neville looked to see where the new footfalls were coming from, and finally recognized Blaise walking toward him. Blaise smiled. "There's only one reason you'd be down here."
Neville nodded. "I want to be your boyfriend, but you have to promise me something."
Blaise stepped to within inches of Neville. He wrapped his arms around Neville's waist. "What?"
"We can still be best friends."
Blaise laughed. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."
Neville settled his hands on Blaise's hips. "Good. So where do we go from here? I've never had a boyfriend before."
"I would say we go to my bed, but since most of my dorm mates are in the room, that won't work."
Neville smiled. "Aren't there empty classrooms in the dungeons?"
"Might be."
"There's something I should tell you before I get too distracted." Neville tried not to stumble as Blaise walked him backward, pinning him against the wall.
"Would this have anything to do with you kissing other people?" Blaise was suddenly very serious. "There won't be any more of that now that we're together."
"Of course there won't, but yes, it's about kissing other people. I wasn't sure if I'm gay or not, so I did a little experimenting."
"With Lovegood. I heard."
Neville groaned. "Does everyone in the castle know?"
"Pretty much. How was it?"
"Horrible."
"Good." Blaise ground his hips against Neville. "I wouldn't want you to suddenly start fancying girls."
"Not going to happen, but you need to know, I snogged a guy, too."
Blaise stepped back, his face stormy. "Who?"
"Doesn't matter."
"It does to me. I should have been the first bloke you snogged."
Neville rolled his eyes. "I had to make sure of what I wanted. Kissing the other guy convinced me it's you. That can't be bad, can it?"
Blaise leaned in and kissed Neville, a light brush of lips that soon escalated into something resembling devouring. Not that Neville was overpowered or at a loss, no, in fact he gave as good as he got, nipping, licking, exploring. He fisted Blaise's shirt, wanting more.
When Blaise pulled away, panting and flushed, he growled, "Did either of them kiss you like that?"
Neville shook his head.
"I didn't think so." Blaise ducked back in for more kisses, but this time he pressed his body against Neville, canting his hips, fitting a thigh between Neville's legs.
Neville's cock was hard and aching, his stomach tight with need. "Need to go somewhere private," he panted.
"No. Want you here."
Neville might have argued for more privacy if Blaise hadn't stolen his breath with a deep kiss and a grope to his cock. Instead, he only murmured, "Yesssss…."
Blaise burrowed a hand into Neville's robes and deftly undid his trouser fastenings. "Undo mine."
It took Neville both hands and about twice as long as it had Blaise, but he finally had his hand on Blaise's prick. The first touch to that heated flesh only confirmed Neville's decision that he needed a man in his life. Girl bits could never make his stomach swoop the way a cock could.
When Blaise's hand began stroking up and down Neville's length, Neville groaned. His knees went weak, his head fell onto Blaise's chest. It took Blaise wriggling his hips, pushing his cock through Neville's hand, for Neville to remember he should be reciprocating. When he fell into rhythm with Blaise, Blaise groaned and then nosed into Neville's hair, kissing his temple, sucking his neck.
It seemed so surreal. Neville was lost in a blur of sensation, but kept reminding himself to remember this, his first time.
Neither of them lasted long. Neville had never had a hand other than his own on his cock, and the feeling was completely overwhelming, and very likely addicting. He came first, covering Blaise's hand, soiling his own robes. Blaise was just behind him, whispering Neville's name as Neville's hand was coated with warmth.
So, in the end, Neville got out of the spot of trouble he'd put himself in, and was far better off for it. Harry, on the other hand, looked like he might be in for a rocky time. Professor Snape marched by, hand grasping Harry's elbow, a look of pure determination on his face. Neville felt guilty for a moment, wondering how much trouble he'd gotten Harry into, but when he saw Harry's face, he relaxed. Funny thing, Harry didn't look scared at all, in fact, he was grinning like a loon.
end
Title: Boy Trouble
Author: asnowyowl
Rating: NC17/Mature
Pairing(s): Neville/Blaise (mention of other (mostly) canon pairings)
Summary: Neville begins looking for a best friend, after all, everyone else has one.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Warning(s): AU in that I barely mention the war, Neville's class is having a normal seventh year, and some characters who didn’t survive canon are alive and well.
Word Count: 4941
Author's Notes: Beta done by the wondrous, bk7brokemybrain. Written for Thirty Days of Neville 2009 on xnevillelovingx. This is the Gryf-boys-help-Neville-decide-if-he's-gay fic that I've been planning on writing forever. It turned out a bit differently (more plotty) than I'd planned, but still, I hope you all like it.
Boy Trouble
Neville had got himself into a spot of trouble. It all started quite innocently, really. As Neville mulled over the events of the past several weeks, he couldn’t see where he'd gone wrong - how everything had gone so pear-shaped.
Two months ago, Neville had awoken on New Year’s Day resolved to make one big change. He was going to find a best friend. After all, a seventh-year student, only months away from embarking on life outside Hogwarts, should have a best mate to pal around with, someone to remain close to even after school ended. Ron had Harry, Dean had Seamus, but who did Neville have? No one.
He immediately set to work observing the fifth and sixth year Gryffindor boys - for his best friend really should be male. After all, he should be looking at females as potential dates, not just friends.
It didn’t take him long to realize that all of the Gryffindor boys of a correct age were either already matched with a best friend, or weren’t best friend material.
So six weeks ago, Neville began watching boys from other houses. He started with Hufflepuff, presuming the loyal, rather boring ‘Puffs would be the best match for his laid-back personality. Unfortunately, the likes of Finch-Fletchley and Macmillan left him cold. Ugh.
Then he thought he’d hit pay dirt when Anthony Goldstein of Ravenclaw agreed to help him with his Charms notes. They hit it off for several days until Neville realized Goldstein was, more or less, a male version of Hermione. Now, Neville loved Hermione, he really did, but he could only take her pushy personality in small doses.
Four weeks ago, Neville began observing the Slytherins. He had little hope of finding his perfect friend in a house so completely opposite of his own personality, but in truth, he was getting desperate. If the house of serpents had nothing to offer, Neville would be forced to consider Hogwarts girls for companionship, and that just didn’t seem right.
He immediately rejected Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle because… well… because they were Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. Nott wasn’t much better, so that left Zabini. Neville’s heart stuttered when he came to this realization. After all, Zabini was tall (he towered at least four inches over Neville), dark (his skin the color most sun-worshippers wished they could achieve), and handsome (guh!), the very things Neville was not. And Blaise was always impeccably dressed, never a wrinkle in his clothes, never a hair out of place. But still… Neville swallowed hard, pushed down his rather healthy inferiority complex, and set about to surreptitiously watch Blaise.
Unfortunately, Neville was no spy. After only three days of undercover work, Blaise cornered him in the library after lunch. He didn’t look happy. “The war’s over, yeah?”
Neville nodded, though that was rather hard to do when he was crowded against a wall by a boy several inches taller, and the nod only served to bring his head almost in contact with a broad chest.
“So why are you following me around? It’s not like I’m brewing up some nefarious plot, or something. Hell, I wasn’t even a junior Death Eater during the war!”
“I… uhm… no?” Neville stuttered.
Blaise shook his head and stepped back. “Spill it, Longbottom.”
Neville’s eyes shifted toward the nearby tables where several students had stopped what they were doing to watch the spectacle, expecting Neville to be pounded to a pulp, no doubt. He looked back at Blaise and said, “Sorry. I’ll explain. Just not here, okay?”
Blaise nodded tersely. He stepped back further, turned, and strode out of the library.
Neville took a deep breath and then ran to catch up. When he fell in step beside Blaise, he took yet another deep breath and said, “I… I know this’ll probably sound stupid, but I don’t have a best friend, and since it seems as you don’t, either, I was thinking….”
Blaise threw an arm out, hitting Neville across the chest, stopping his forward motion as Blaise also came to a halt. Blaise crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. “What are you on about, Longbottom? Slytherins and Gryffindors are never friends.”
Neville stood straighter, pulling himself out of his normal slouch and up to his full height. “We could be the first.”
Blaise shook his head. “Why? Why would we want to be? I don’t know about Gryffindor, but it’d be pretty tense in the Slytherin common room if I was hanging out with you.”
Neville really hadn’t given much though to how the other Gryffindors would react. “I’m not sure how my housemates would take it, but I’m willing to find out.” He couldn’t believe how brave he was being, but he sick of being quiet and polite, sick of never taking anything for himself. He deserved a best mate, damn it, and Blaise might well be his last chance.
“I’ll think about it.”
It was two weeks before Blaise came back with an answer. By then Neville figured Blaise thought he was mental and had no intentions of pursuing a friendship. Most likely, Neville was the butt of all the Slytherin jokes - again.
It was during a Quidditch match, Slytherin versus Ravenclaw, with Neville sat on the stands just behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione - Seamus and Dean on his left - that Neville saw Blaise Zabini stand up and leave the Slytherin stands.
And, yes, of course he’d been watching Blaise more than he’d been watching the match, but after you proposition someone, and they say they’ll think about it, all one tends to do is worry about whether that person is actually considering the proposal… or something like that.
Neville didn’t even try to hide that his attention was on Blaise as the man wound his way through the rest of his housemates, then the Hufflepuffs, to finally enter enemy territory: the Gryffindor section of the stands.
Seamus leaned forward and tapped Harry on the shoulder. “What’s that wanker doing over here?”
Harry, too interested in the game to care what Seamus was on about, only shrugged.
Hermione though glanced in Blaise’s direction. “Odd. You don’t think he’s here to cause trouble, do you?”
“No,” Neville said. “He’s not like Malfoy and his goons.”
Hermione only shrugged, but continued to watch as Blaise strode closer and closer.
Neville’s stomach was in knots and his lungs constricted by the time Blaise was standing next to him, asking if the empty seat on Neville’s right was taken. When Neville shook his head, Blaise smirked and dropped gracefully onto the bench.
“You’re not losing your nerve now, are you?” Blaise leaned into Neville and whispered. “Because now that I’ve made the move, the Slytherins will know something’s up and harass me.”
Neville swallowed hard. He cleared his throat. He ignored Seamus’s elbow as it jabbed into his ribs. Finally, he smiled. “Nope. I’m not losing my nerve. You just took me by surprise.”
Blaise laughed. “Oh, like you did to me after the library the other day?”
“Two weeks ago.” Neville tried not to sound accusatory, but it was hard not to when Blaise was acting like he hadn’t left Neville dangling for a fortnight.
“Good things are always worth waiting for.”
Neville nodded. Perhaps that was true. Anyway, wasn’t this what he wanted? Hadn’t he been sure his friends wouldn’t censure him for having a Slytherin best mate? Only maybe he’d overestimated some of them.
“What the fuck’s going on, Neville?” Seamus hissed.
Neville forced a smile and turned to his friends, all of whom (except for Harry who still had his eyes on the sky, presumably looking for the snitch - something he did at every Quidditch match whether he was playing or not) were looking from Neville to Blaise. “Blaise and I are friends.” It felt good to say that.
“I reckon you have enough friends already,” Ron said.
~o~o~o~o~
So it went from there. Neville didn't back down and all the Gryffindors came around quite quickly, Ron being the last to accept Blaise, and only doing so when he found out Blaise was as avid about the Canons as Ron was. Neville didn't think Blaise had it so easy with his Slytherin cronies, though, but Blaise would never say, only change the subject when Neville asked him.
It went swimmingly right from the beginning. Neville and Blaise quickly realized they had enough in common to build a friendship. At first they hung out only after classes, studying together in the library, or talking until curfew in one of the greenhouses. It didn't take long for Neville to realize just what it meant to have a best friend, someone who was really interested in what he was saying, someone who talked about topics that interested them both, a person who made him feel comfortable no matter what. It was hard to believe all that could come wrapped in a Slytherin package, but Neville didn't question what was going so well.
A few days into their new friendship, they started taking meals together, often sitting at the unused far end of the Ravenclaw table. As with everything he did, Blaise possessed a grace about eating that Neville knew he could never replicate. At least, since Blaise was used to taking meals with the likes of Crabbe and Goyle, he didn't seem to notice when Neville dropped his fork or slurped his soup too loudly.
Neville was happy. He had his best friend, a tall, handsome, muscular, intelligent best friend. He ignored the swooping in his stomach he felt whenever he was with Blaise. After all, lots of things made Neville's stomach swoop - rare plants, or a really good pudding, for instance. They were already talking about perhaps sharing a flat in London while they completed their apprenticeships (and didn’t that thought cause Neville's stomach to perform backflips?). This was just what Neville had been dreaming of, only in some way that Neville couldn't explain, even to himself, it didn't seem quite enough. Maybe he'd overestimated best friendship.
But regardless of Neville's expectations, yesterday it had all fallen apart. Yesterday Blaise had pulled Neville into an empty classroom and said, "I'm sorry, but I just can't be your friend any more."
~o~o~o~o~
"He said what?" Ron was sat against the headboard of his bed, Hermione lounging against him, the book she'd been reading forgotten in her lap.
Neville had just closed the dormitory door and blurted out what he had to say. He really hadn’t wanted to say this twice, that's why he'd invited all his friends together, so he wouldn't have to repeat. "Blaise said he couldn't just be my friend. That he wanted to be my boyfriend." Neville pulled at the collar of his shirt, trying desperately to find more air.
"I never thought I'd see Neville go redder than a Weasley," Seamus said. He was sitting on the end of his bed, Dean by his side, both looking steadily at Neville, examining him like he was some rare creature.
Neville flicked his gaze to Harry and Ginny. If there were any two people firmly in his corner, it was them. They were sitting on the floor, backs against Harry's trunk, hands entwined. Neville still had trouble seeing them as a couple, still remembered the crush Ginny'd had on Harry for years, and how Harry had always treated her like a little sister. "How do you feel about that, Nev?" Harry asked, effectively cutting off any argument either Ron or Ginny might put up over the Weasley comment.
Neville leaned against the door and then slid down to sit on the floor. "I don't know… I guess… just help me figure this out?"
Hermione sat forward. "Could you possibly be interested in Blaise that way? Are you gay? Do you like boys?"
"Of course not!" Ron bellowed. He lowered his voice. "We've all been sharing a room with Neville for seven years. Don't you think we'd have noticed if he was a poofter?"
"Actually, I always thought he was," Dean said.
"Yeah, now that I think about it, poofter or bi." Seamus nodded. "What do you think, Harry?"
"I don't know anything about it."
"Well I've seen Neville check out Malfoy's arse," Ginny said.
Ron gagged.
"I've seen Neville check out your tits," Seamus said, grinning at Ginny.
Harry glared at Neville. "You checked out Ginny's tits?"
"Who hasn't?" Hermione asked.
Ron's gagging turned into outright choking.
Neville groaned. He loved all his friends, he really did, but sometime it felt as if they steamrolled right over the top of him. This was supposed to be his meeting, and he could barely get a word in. Blaise never made him feel as is he shouldn't be talking. He stood and cleared his throat. "I've never really figured out what I am, okay? Sometimes I see a girl and think she's sexy, but then some hot bloke walks by and I forget all about her."
"Bisexual, then." Seamus said.
"But how do I know for sure?" Neville paced across the room toward the window, turning his back on everyone. "I've never even been kissed."
"Well that can be remedied easily enough." It was Harry's voice. "Kiss a couple of people, then you should know if one sex or the other is more appealing."
"Or both," Hermione said.
Neville turned around. "How am I supposed to find someone to kiss? Just walk up to them lips first? I don’t think so."
"Well, girls should be easy enough." Dean looked from Hermione to Ginny.
"I only kiss Harry, thank you very much." Ginny smiled at Harry.
"Now maybe, but you kissed half the male population of Hogwarts before," Seamus said.
"I did not. You're just jealous because I've never kissed you."
"Hardly," Seamus replied. "But if Ginny won't do it, then it has to be Hermione."
All eyes turned to Hermione, who flushed under the scrutiny.
"Oh, no… no one's kissing my girlfriend!" Ron said.
"How come you didn't say that about me?" Ginny hissed at Harry.
Harry shrugged.
"Well, maybe I will kiss Neville, then."
Harry let go of Ginny's hand. "Go ahead."
Before Ginny could push off the floor, Neville said, "That's okay, Ginny, maybe I can find another girl to kiss." But Merlin, he didn't know who. He'd just be damned if he was going to let Ginny use him to get Harry mad.
Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and shifted away from Harry just a little, a look of determination crossing her face. "Well, I'll find you a girl to kiss, then."
"And I'll do some research on sexual preferences," Hermione promised.
"How about a guy for Neville to kiss?" Harry asked.
"I don't know of any other gay blokes." Seamus looked at Dean, who shrugged.
"Except Blaise, apparently," Hermione said.
Dean elbowed Seamus, "We could ask around a bit, find out if there are any other poofters at Hogwarts."
~o~o~o~o~
Two days later, they met back in the boys' dormitory. Hermione gave a long speech about sexual preferences that almost put even Neville to sleep. Shouldn’t talking about sex be exciting, not boring as hell?
When Hermione had finally wound down, Seamus stood. He blushed as he said, "We couldn't find another gay bloke at school, but now everyone thinks Dean and I are a couple and we're looking for a third."
Dean laughed. "But the good news is that several birds have offered to try to 'reform' me."
Seamus's mouth dropped open. "You? Why not me?"
Dean shrugged.
Ginny cleared her throat. "I found a girl for Neville to kiss." She walked to the door and motioned someone in.
Luna Lovegood glided into the room, a look of concern on her face. "Ginny says you need help understanding your preferences, Neville. Since I've always noticed a preponderance of violet in your aura, I believe you are most likely gay, but I'd be glad to help any way I can. Do you want to start the kiss, or shall I?"
Neville took a couple of steps backward. He'd always liked Luna as a friend, but had never thought about kissing her. She was just too strange for his sensibilities.
"Oh, don't worry," Luna said. "I've kissed several people and it's never meant a thing."
"Kiss her, Nev," Seamus yelled.
"What? Here? Now?" It was bad enough that Neville's first kiss was going to be with someone he had never been attracted to, but to be public, too? That was too much.
"Of course not in front of everyone." Hermione stood and pulled Ron to his feet. "We'll all wait in the hallway, Neville. Um… shout if you need anything." She shooed everyone from the room, closing the door behind her.
Luna rose up on her tiptoes, closed her eyes, and pursed her lips. She stayed that way, swaying slightly, for a few moments before opening one eye. "Whenever you're ready."
Neville nodded. He licked his lips and strode forward. When he was very near to Luna, he placed his hands on her shoulders and gulped once before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. He pulled back almost instantly. "Thanks…"
His words were cut off when Luna lunged forward, plastering herself to Neville's front, lips smashing against his. Her head tilted this way and that. Her lips moved a bit, opening and closing as if she was trying to talk but couldn't remember what she wanted to say. Neville tried to keep up, but there was no way he could guess which way she'd go next. Instead he gripped her shoulders and just waited for it to be over.
When she finally pulled back, Luna smiled. "That was pleasant."
Neville didn't want to lie, so he didn't answer.
"If you ever need another test, just let me know, won't you?"
Neville nodded.
Luna swept out of the room. The gang clambered back in.
"How was it?" Harry asked.
"Not great."
"Did you feel anything at all, Neville?" Hermione held a quill over a piece of parchment, ready to scribble down whatever Neville said.
"Nausea."
~o~o~o~o~
The next day, Neville was walking through the hallways alone, more nervous than ever because Blaise kept giving him looks that made his belly squirm and his todger twitch. He'd told Blaise he'd let him know soon, but for the life of him, Neville felt no closer to making a decision than he had a few days ago. And he missed Blaise, missed him more than he would have thought possible.
Just as he was passing a rather large suit of armor, a hand shot out and snagged his robes, pulling Neville into an alcove. Neville squealed, but then quieted when he saw his accoster was Harry, and Harry was holding a finger to his mouth to quiet him.
"What?" Neville whispered.
"I'm going to kiss you."
"You're what?" Neville would have taken a step back, but his back was already to the wall of the cramped nook. "Why?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
Neville nodded. Hadn't he always kept his friends' secrets?
"I think I need to figure out what I am, too."
Neville licked his lips. "And you want to find out on me?" Neville rather liked this idea. It wasn't as if he thought he'd ever have a romantic relationship with Harry, but Harry was a good enough looking bloke. Not as handsome as Blaise, but cute, nonetheless.
"Yes."
"What about Ginny?"
The only answer Neville got was Harry leaning closer and Harry's lips brushing across his own. It sent a bit of a spark down Neville's spine, so he leaned in for more.
Harry grabbed Neville around the waist and pulled him close. He nipped and sucked on Neville's lips, he darted his tongue into Neville's mouth, he groaned when Neville responded in kind.
Neville's cock took an interest rather quickly. Now this was more like it. Perhaps he was gay after all. Harry was certainly chasing any thoughts of rounded breasts and narrow waists from his mind.
When they pulled apart, Neville was hard and aching, and, from what he felt pressed against him, he knew Harry was, too.
"I have some thinking to do," Harry said.
"I should say so."
~o~o~o~o~
Even though he now knew what he wanted to do, Neville put off talking to his friends for another day. It wasn't as if he was procrastinating, he just needed one more sane day before he was known as the poofter of Hogwarts. Finally, he pulled them all together in the dorm. "I'm gay."
Dean grinned and said, "I knew it!"
"But you haven't even kissed a boy, have you?" Seamus asked.
Hermione dug her parchment out of her pack. "Are you sure? Perhaps you're just not attracted to Luna."
Harry clutched Ginny's hand tightly and refused to look at Neville.
"Yes, I'm sure. I did kiss a guy…" Neville held up a hand when several people started talking at once. "It's no one's business who it was, but let's just say it was brilliant and it convinced me, okay?" Neville tried not to look at Harry, but a quick glance told him that Harry was fidgeting, looking miserable.
"We've been waiting for this!" Seamus crowed. He reached into his trunk and pulled out a large box. "Dean and I got some learning aids for you." He pulled a realistic looking arse out of the box. It was flesh toned and life-sized. "This is so you can learn proper preparations. George Weasley suggested it."
"George? My brother George suggested a gay sex toy?" Ron's face paled.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Of course he did. Gods, we are talking George, here."
Hermione approached the faux arse and parted its cheeks. She prodded at the arsehole, nodding and humming. "Seems about right, but will it loosen as it's prepared? I've been reading a book on the mechanics and I'd quite like to see it done."
Harry bolted toward the door. "I have revising to do. Yeah. That's right, revising."
He was out the door before anyone could remind him that it was a Friday night.
Ron was hot on Harry's heels. "You lot do whatever arse prodding you want, I'm not sticking around for it."
When Seamus pulled out a long purple dildo, Neville decided he'd had enough, too. He'd learn about sex by doing it with a real man, preferably Blaise. He sneaked out the door, figuring the rest probably wouldn't even notice he was gone.
The castle was quiet as Neville made his way to the dungeons. He had no idea where the entrance to the Slytherin common room was, but he hoped to come across it. It was time to give Blaise his answer. Professor Snape stepped out into the hallway just as Neville passed the Potions classroom door. "Ah, Mr. Longbottom. Stumbling into Slytherin territory might not be an intelligent act."
"Probably not, sir." Since the end of the war had revealed Snape to be one of the good guys (though still as unpleasant as a blast-ended skrewt with a head cold), Neville wasn't as frightened of the man as he once was. "I've come to talk to Blaise Zabini. Could you tell me how I can find him?"
"Ah, so you made up your mind, then?"
"Made… made up my mind?"
"Yes, about whether you'll date him or not. I must say, Longbottom, I wouldn't imagine it a difficult choice. I don’t foresee better offers flying your way."
Neville shook his head, amazed at how he could feel even slightly at ease around Snape. "No. No better offers, sir. I really do like Blaise, I just had to figure out that I was gay before I made any moves."
Snape chuckled. He began walking, motioning Neville to follow. "It doesn't take most boys until they are seventeen to understand their preferences."
"Perhaps I'm a slow learner."
When Snape barked out a laugh, Neville thought he might fall over in a faint. Who'd have thought the man could laugh?
"I won't lower myself to respond to that. It's far too easy."
Neville peered up and down the dimly lit corridor, before he said, "I'm not the only guy my age who's trying to figure out what his preferences are."
Snape stopped in his tracks. "Do tell."
"I don't gossip about my friends. And anyway, I think he's decided he's straight."
Snape grabbed Neville's shoulders, claw-like fingers digging in uncomfortably, leaving bruises, no doubt. "Is it Potter?" he hissed.
Neville tried not to give anything away, but he couldn't hold Snape's gaze, couldn't lie and still meet Snape's heated stare.
"It is, isn't it?" Snape shook Neville's shoulders. "Tell me, boy. I won't tell anyone else, but it's imperative I know."
Neville was torn between protecting his friend and disobeying a direct order from the scariest teacher at Hogwarts (and now that Snape was riled, Neville was reminded of just how frightening he was). Finally, he gave a small nod.
"It is Potter?"
"Yes, sir."
Snape pulled away when footsteps echoed down the hallway. He turned on his heel and, in a swirl of black robes, strode away.
Neville looked to see where the new footfalls were coming from, and finally recognized Blaise walking toward him. Blaise smiled. "There's only one reason you'd be down here."
Neville nodded. "I want to be your boyfriend, but you have to promise me something."
Blaise stepped to within inches of Neville. He wrapped his arms around Neville's waist. "What?"
"We can still be best friends."
Blaise laughed. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."
Neville settled his hands on Blaise's hips. "Good. So where do we go from here? I've never had a boyfriend before."
"I would say we go to my bed, but since most of my dorm mates are in the room, that won't work."
Neville smiled. "Aren't there empty classrooms in the dungeons?"
"Might be."
"There's something I should tell you before I get too distracted." Neville tried not to stumble as Blaise walked him backward, pinning him against the wall.
"Would this have anything to do with you kissing other people?" Blaise was suddenly very serious. "There won't be any more of that now that we're together."
"Of course there won't, but yes, it's about kissing other people. I wasn't sure if I'm gay or not, so I did a little experimenting."
"With Lovegood. I heard."
Neville groaned. "Does everyone in the castle know?"
"Pretty much. How was it?"
"Horrible."
"Good." Blaise ground his hips against Neville. "I wouldn't want you to suddenly start fancying girls."
"Not going to happen, but you need to know, I snogged a guy, too."
Blaise stepped back, his face stormy. "Who?"
"Doesn't matter."
"It does to me. I should have been the first bloke you snogged."
Neville rolled his eyes. "I had to make sure of what I wanted. Kissing the other guy convinced me it's you. That can't be bad, can it?"
Blaise leaned in and kissed Neville, a light brush of lips that soon escalated into something resembling devouring. Not that Neville was overpowered or at a loss, no, in fact he gave as good as he got, nipping, licking, exploring. He fisted Blaise's shirt, wanting more.
When Blaise pulled away, panting and flushed, he growled, "Did either of them kiss you like that?"
Neville shook his head.
"I didn't think so." Blaise ducked back in for more kisses, but this time he pressed his body against Neville, canting his hips, fitting a thigh between Neville's legs.
Neville's cock was hard and aching, his stomach tight with need. "Need to go somewhere private," he panted.
"No. Want you here."
Neville might have argued for more privacy if Blaise hadn't stolen his breath with a deep kiss and a grope to his cock. Instead, he only murmured, "Yesssss…."
Blaise burrowed a hand into Neville's robes and deftly undid his trouser fastenings. "Undo mine."
It took Neville both hands and about twice as long as it had Blaise, but he finally had his hand on Blaise's prick. The first touch to that heated flesh only confirmed Neville's decision that he needed a man in his life. Girl bits could never make his stomach swoop the way a cock could.
When Blaise's hand began stroking up and down Neville's length, Neville groaned. His knees went weak, his head fell onto Blaise's chest. It took Blaise wriggling his hips, pushing his cock through Neville's hand, for Neville to remember he should be reciprocating. When he fell into rhythm with Blaise, Blaise groaned and then nosed into Neville's hair, kissing his temple, sucking his neck.
It seemed so surreal. Neville was lost in a blur of sensation, but kept reminding himself to remember this, his first time.
Neither of them lasted long. Neville had never had a hand other than his own on his cock, and the feeling was completely overwhelming, and very likely addicting. He came first, covering Blaise's hand, soiling his own robes. Blaise was just behind him, whispering Neville's name as Neville's hand was coated with warmth.
So, in the end, Neville got out of the spot of trouble he'd put himself in, and was far better off for it. Harry, on the other hand, looked like he might be in for a rocky time. Professor Snape marched by, hand grasping Harry's elbow, a look of pure determination on his face. Neville felt guilty for a moment, wondering how much trouble he'd gotten Harry into, but when he saw Harry's face, he relaxed. Funny thing, Harry didn't look scared at all, in fact, he was grinning like a loon.
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