The Unintended Touch
Title: The Unintended Touch
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Harry, Neville
Challenge(optional): 228 for
harry100 - Miracle
Rating: PG
Length(if fic): 100X2
Summary(optional): Neville approaches Harry. Harry reacts weird.
Notes(optional): Part Four of "Wanting Harry."
PART ONE: http://digthewriter.livejournal.com/58244.html
PART TWO: http://digthewriter.livejournal.com/58978.html
PART THREE: http://digthewriter.livejournal.com/67083.html
The Thirsty Scholar was Harry's favourite pub. There was nothing special about it except for the fact that it was one of the only discreet places in the wizarding London where no one really seemed to mind him.
Bartenders poured him his drink, smiled, and took his money. He liked that. It was his own little miracle, having found someplace where no one cared about him, or the latest gossip.
"Harry."
Harry looked up from his pint towards a familiar face, confused having seen it.
"Neville."
"I'm not bothering you, am I?" Neville asked, slowly approaching Harry, looking scared of something.
Harry laughed. "No, of course not," he answered, smiling. "I was just getting bored with my own thoughts. Glad you're here."
Neville seemed to sigh with relief and sat next to Harry.
"What brings you here?" Harry asked; he'd never seen Nev at the pub before. He didn't even know that Neville knew about it.
"Just you know..." Neville shrugged. He ran his hand through Harry's hair, and Harry inadvertently leaned into the touch. "You need a haircut, mate."
Harry stiffened up. Of course that was the only reason Neville would do such a thing. He was Harry's barber.
Next Part: The Element Of Surprise
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Harry, Neville
Challenge(optional): 228 for
harry100 - Miracle
Rating: PG
Length(if fic): 100X2
Summary(optional): Neville approaches Harry. Harry reacts weird.
Notes(optional): Part Four of "Wanting Harry."
PART ONE: http://digthewriter.livejournal.com/58244.html
PART TWO: http://digthewriter.livejournal.com/58978.html
PART THREE: http://digthewriter.livejournal.com/67083.html
The Thirsty Scholar was Harry's favourite pub. There was nothing special about it except for the fact that it was one of the only discreet places in the wizarding London where no one really seemed to mind him.
Bartenders poured him his drink, smiled, and took his money. He liked that. It was his own little miracle, having found someplace where no one cared about him, or the latest gossip.
"Harry."
Harry looked up from his pint towards a familiar face, confused having seen it.
"Neville."
"I'm not bothering you, am I?" Neville asked, slowly approaching Harry, looking scared of something.
Harry laughed. "No, of course not," he answered, smiling. "I was just getting bored with my own thoughts. Glad you're here."
Neville seemed to sigh with relief and sat next to Harry.
"What brings you here?" Harry asked; he'd never seen Nev at the pub before. He didn't even know that Neville knew about it.
"Just you know..." Neville shrugged. He ran his hand through Harry's hair, and Harry inadvertently leaned into the touch. "You need a haircut, mate."
Harry stiffened up. Of course that was the only reason Neville would do such a thing. He was Harry's barber.
Next Part: The Element Of Surprise