The First Time (Charlie/Neville)
Title: The First Time
Author: digthewriter
Pairing: Neville/Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Summary: Neville meets Charlie at the club for the first time.
Challenge: Prompt: "First Time" for hp_may_madness. Prompt 140 for hogwarts365
Notes: This is a "flashback" of how Neville and Charlie got started in the " Misunderstandings" Universe.
It’s dark in the club.
Neville almost wonders if there’s something wrong with the Muggle lighting system because the last time he was here he’d been at least able to make out the men’s faces. Tonight, that task is proving itself to be quite difficult.
He wants to dance but it’s strange to be in a room, as dark as it is, with a sea full of men and dance by himself. He knows it won’t be long until some bloke will take pity on him and pull him in. Either he’d want to snog right away or he’d want to grind with Neville.
Both options are plausible.
Instead of heading off to the dancefloor, Neville opts for the bar. He needs a strong drink before he can decide if tonight’d be the night he’d actually go home with someone. Preferably their home because Neville lives with his grandmother in a wizarding neighbourhood and taking a Muggle home would be all kinds of confusing, if not, nearly impossible. He can’t Apparate. Not home. The last time he’d been at a club with Muggles, he’d ended up taking the Knight Bus home.
Are Muggles even allowed in the Knight Bus? Neville has no idea.
Out of nowhere, he feels an arm snake around his waist--pulling him to the darken dancefloor with the thumping beat and the flickering strobe light. The man buries his face in Neville’s neck as they press their hips together and dance.
At least he smells good, Neville thinks. He’s not someone who cares about looks, but the scent coming off the man is intoxicating. Now he knows he has to look.
“I’m Neville,” he shouts in the dark, near the man’s ear. It’s a strange name, he knows, but it’s his name nonetheless.
The man stops licking Neville’s neck and looks up at him. Straight in his eyes.
“Charlie,” he says.
Charlie Weasley.
It registers.
Charlie fucking Weasley, drunk, kissing Neville’s neck, rubbing his groin with Neville, and now staring with disbelief. He starts to pull away, clearly realising and knowing who Neville is.
Neville doesn’t have much time. He pulls on Charlie’s arm, and a moment later, their lips meet. read next: Meeting Neville
Author: digthewriter
Pairing: Neville/Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Summary: Neville meets Charlie at the club for the first time.
Challenge: Prompt: "First Time" for hp_may_madness. Prompt 140 for hogwarts365
Notes: This is a "flashback" of how Neville and Charlie got started in the " Misunderstandings" Universe.
It’s dark in the club.
Neville almost wonders if there’s something wrong with the Muggle lighting system because the last time he was here he’d been at least able to make out the men’s faces. Tonight, that task is proving itself to be quite difficult.
He wants to dance but it’s strange to be in a room, as dark as it is, with a sea full of men and dance by himself. He knows it won’t be long until some bloke will take pity on him and pull him in. Either he’d want to snog right away or he’d want to grind with Neville.
Both options are plausible.
Instead of heading off to the dancefloor, Neville opts for the bar. He needs a strong drink before he can decide if tonight’d be the night he’d actually go home with someone. Preferably their home because Neville lives with his grandmother in a wizarding neighbourhood and taking a Muggle home would be all kinds of confusing, if not, nearly impossible. He can’t Apparate. Not home. The last time he’d been at a club with Muggles, he’d ended up taking the Knight Bus home.
Are Muggles even allowed in the Knight Bus? Neville has no idea.
Out of nowhere, he feels an arm snake around his waist--pulling him to the darken dancefloor with the thumping beat and the flickering strobe light. The man buries his face in Neville’s neck as they press their hips together and dance.
At least he smells good, Neville thinks. He’s not someone who cares about looks, but the scent coming off the man is intoxicating. Now he knows he has to look.
“I’m Neville,” he shouts in the dark, near the man’s ear. It’s a strange name, he knows, but it’s his name nonetheless.
The man stops licking Neville’s neck and looks up at him. Straight in his eyes.
“Charlie,” he says.
Charlie Weasley.
It registers.
Charlie fucking Weasley, drunk, kissing Neville’s neck, rubbing his groin with Neville, and now staring with disbelief. He starts to pull away, clearly realising and knowing who Neville is.
Neville doesn’t have much time. He pulls on Charlie’s arm, and a moment later, their lips meet. read next: Meeting Neville