New Year's Kiss - (It starts with a dance... CH 6)
Title: New Year's Kiss
Story Title: It stars with a dance...
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter. Neville/Charlie
Rating: PG-13
WC: 1240
A/N: Final chapter of the story. Enjoy.
Neville arrived at the party with Ron and Hermione and immediately regretted it. Sure, he knew they had a friend they wanted Neville to meet but from the moment Neville shook hands with Tadashi, Hermione didn't stop gushing all over him. What was worse was how Ron was going on and on about Neville to the new guy.
"I think that's enough, thanks," Neville said, excusing himself away from the group to grab a drink.
For the rest of the evening, he did his best to avoid Ron, Hermione, and Tadashi who didn't seem all that interested in Neville to being with, anyway.
*
Charlie was thirty. In fact, he was over thirty as he'd just turned thirty-two this month. So why was the fact that he hadn't heard from Neville since Ginny's wedding bothering him so damn much. Additionally, why was the fact that Neville had a blind-date in a New Year's Eve party nearly eating him alive?
"You okay there, Charlie?" Harry asked, placing his hand on Charlie's shoulder and gently squeezing it. "You look a bit on edge."
"I'm fine," Charlie said, absentmindedly. "You having a good time?"
"Yeah, it's fun. Your friends are great, although… I'm suspect one of them plans on taking me home with him."
"Are you interested in that?" Charlie asked, thankful he finally had a conversation taking him away from thinking about Neville.
It was one kiss. One blowjob. One handjob. It shouldn't be so utterly complicated.
"I don't know…" Harry said, his cheeks burning. "I mean, on the one hand the idea of not being alone of New Year's is promising. On the other…"
"You fancy someone?" Charlie asked, recognising hesitation in Harry's voice.
"Maybe. I don't know. You?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
Charlie shrugged. "I invited someone to the party tonight. Turns out he has a date with someone else."
"He?" Harry asked, looking intrigued.
"Well, I am bisexual."
"I know. Just didn't… I don't know what I thought. Besides, who is this bloke anyway? He's obviously a fool to be turning you down."
Charlie laughed. "Are you…flirting with me, Harry?"
Harry shook his head frantically. "No. I'm just being genuine. Can't you just take a compliment?"
Charlie shrugged again. "Not particularly. I tend to have sex with anyone bold enough to give me a compliment."
"Bold enough?" Harry asked, sounding surprised. "You are human."
"Well, truth be told-most people find me intimidating. So if someone either responds to my advances or strides on trying to pull me, I consider them to be someone of strong character. And you've gotta shag someone with strong character- otherwise what are you doing with your life?"
"Wow. You are possibly even more full of yourself than I'd thought initially. No wonder this bloke decided to go on a date with someone else."
"Ouch!" Charlie said, punching Harry in the arm. "You're an arse."
"Well, takes one to know one, as Hermione says."
"I don't think she invented that phrase," replied Charlie.
"Right-" Whatever Harry was going to say was interrupted when Endre came around and wrapped his arms across Harry's torso.
"So you've been hiding from me," he said in Harry's ear.
"Endre…hey…No, I was just-"
"Charlie, you have a guest."
Charlie turned to look and found Neville standing in the doorway. He chanced a look at Harry but he seemed to have disappeared somewhere with Endre. Charlie never found out if Harry ended up going home with Endre or not because once Neville got there- nothing else mattered.
*
Neville had never done anything crazy in his life. Sure, he stood up to his friends and earned house points at eleven, and killed a snake that helped end a war at seventeen, but blow off a blind date and his friends at a party to go shag a friend's brother? No, he had not done anything crazy like that ever.
"You're leaving?"
The voice startled Neville when he went into the coat closet to grab his travelling cloak and coat before ducking out. It was Tadashi.
"Oh, hello. Yes. Sorry. I just realised I need to be somewhere else."
Tadashi looked relieved. "Very well."
"You're not going to tell my friends-"
"What?" He laughed. "That you took one look at me had no interest-"
"Mate, I can say the same about you."
"Right. Sorry…" Tadashi actually looked sheepish. "I'm not very good at this. I didn't want to tell them I don't date. I mean, I do… but it's not…"
"Do you fancy someone else and didn't want to tell Ron and Hermione?" Neville asked, and no he was not projecting at all.
Tadashi laughed again. "Hardly. I fancy people here and there but it doesn't work out. I'm Ace and well…with it comes a lot of questions and the whole… You just haven't met the right person for you."
"Oh," Neville said, feeling stupid. "Thank you for telling me. And yeah, to be honest, it probably isn't the best match. I mean…" Neville sighed but Tadashi was looking at him with so much curiosity, Neville felt like he had to say something. "I actually met someone recently, and I think I might fancy him. A lot. I'm not exactly some sex-crazy person or whatever. Sure, I enjoy it and probably want some in my life… But, if I didn't already didn't feel like my foot's half out the door, I might have stayed. Y'know? I probably totally sound like a knob-"
"No, mate. That's fine," Tadashi said with a soft smile. "Thank you for being honest."
"It's a complicated world," Neville said.
"It certainly is," replied Tadashi. "Glad you've met someone to help you manoeuvre through it."
*
When Neville saw Charlie looking right at him, he took a step back. Charlie was fearful perhaps he gave the wrong impression and Neville was going to run away. He hastened his way out of his flat and grabbed Neville by the elbow.
"Where are you going?"
Neville laughed, pulling Charlie away from the front door, and almost to a dark corner outside. "Nowhere. I'm here to see-I'm here for your party." Then he looked into the room sceptically. "Is Harry here?" He stepped back from the entrance.
"Yes, but he met a friend. Not sure if he's still here or if he's run off with him-"
"Oh," Neville said with a relief.
"Try not to make it sound like it's an absolute ordeal to be seen with me, boy," Charlie said, almost jokingly. Almost.
"Hmm…I think I like you calling me boy."
Charlie nearly groaned, his cock hardening at the implication of Neville's words, and he pressed Neville against the wall as they stood outside his flat. "Don't talk to me like that."
Neville's lips were on Charlie's neck and he sucked in a breath. "I'm here. What more do you want from me?"
"So much more," replied Charlie and kissed him.
*
They'd managed to keep their relationship a secret for awhile until Draco Malfoy had walked in on them snogging in the loo at (one of many) wedding receptions for Ron and Hermione's wedding. Although Neville was certain Draco wouldn't tell anyone what he'd seen, he'd decided enough was enough. As soon as the New Year rolled around in 2007, Charlie and Neville told their families they were dating.
Eventually, they too had joined in on the festivities of Christmas as a season for weddings.
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the end
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/748962.html. Thanks for reading
Story Title: It stars with a dance...
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter. Neville/Charlie
Rating: PG-13
WC: 1240
A/N: Final chapter of the story. Enjoy.
Neville arrived at the party with Ron and Hermione and immediately regretted it. Sure, he knew they had a friend they wanted Neville to meet but from the moment Neville shook hands with Tadashi, Hermione didn't stop gushing all over him. What was worse was how Ron was going on and on about Neville to the new guy.
"I think that's enough, thanks," Neville said, excusing himself away from the group to grab a drink.
For the rest of the evening, he did his best to avoid Ron, Hermione, and Tadashi who didn't seem all that interested in Neville to being with, anyway.
*
Charlie was thirty. In fact, he was over thirty as he'd just turned thirty-two this month. So why was the fact that he hadn't heard from Neville since Ginny's wedding bothering him so damn much. Additionally, why was the fact that Neville had a blind-date in a New Year's Eve party nearly eating him alive?
"You okay there, Charlie?" Harry asked, placing his hand on Charlie's shoulder and gently squeezing it. "You look a bit on edge."
"I'm fine," Charlie said, absentmindedly. "You having a good time?"
"Yeah, it's fun. Your friends are great, although… I'm suspect one of them plans on taking me home with him."
"Are you interested in that?" Charlie asked, thankful he finally had a conversation taking him away from thinking about Neville.
It was one kiss. One blowjob. One handjob. It shouldn't be so utterly complicated.
"I don't know…" Harry said, his cheeks burning. "I mean, on the one hand the idea of not being alone of New Year's is promising. On the other…"
"You fancy someone?" Charlie asked, recognising hesitation in Harry's voice.
"Maybe. I don't know. You?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
Charlie shrugged. "I invited someone to the party tonight. Turns out he has a date with someone else."
"He?" Harry asked, looking intrigued.
"Well, I am bisexual."
"I know. Just didn't… I don't know what I thought. Besides, who is this bloke anyway? He's obviously a fool to be turning you down."
Charlie laughed. "Are you…flirting with me, Harry?"
Harry shook his head frantically. "No. I'm just being genuine. Can't you just take a compliment?"
Charlie shrugged again. "Not particularly. I tend to have sex with anyone bold enough to give me a compliment."
"Bold enough?" Harry asked, sounding surprised. "You are human."
"Well, truth be told-most people find me intimidating. So if someone either responds to my advances or strides on trying to pull me, I consider them to be someone of strong character. And you've gotta shag someone with strong character- otherwise what are you doing with your life?"
"Wow. You are possibly even more full of yourself than I'd thought initially. No wonder this bloke decided to go on a date with someone else."
"Ouch!" Charlie said, punching Harry in the arm. "You're an arse."
"Well, takes one to know one, as Hermione says."
"I don't think she invented that phrase," replied Charlie.
"Right-" Whatever Harry was going to say was interrupted when Endre came around and wrapped his arms across Harry's torso.
"So you've been hiding from me," he said in Harry's ear.
"Endre…hey…No, I was just-"
"Charlie, you have a guest."
Charlie turned to look and found Neville standing in the doorway. He chanced a look at Harry but he seemed to have disappeared somewhere with Endre. Charlie never found out if Harry ended up going home with Endre or not because once Neville got there- nothing else mattered.
*
Neville had never done anything crazy in his life. Sure, he stood up to his friends and earned house points at eleven, and killed a snake that helped end a war at seventeen, but blow off a blind date and his friends at a party to go shag a friend's brother? No, he had not done anything crazy like that ever.
"You're leaving?"
The voice startled Neville when he went into the coat closet to grab his travelling cloak and coat before ducking out. It was Tadashi.
"Oh, hello. Yes. Sorry. I just realised I need to be somewhere else."
Tadashi looked relieved. "Very well."
"You're not going to tell my friends-"
"What?" He laughed. "That you took one look at me had no interest-"
"Mate, I can say the same about you."
"Right. Sorry…" Tadashi actually looked sheepish. "I'm not very good at this. I didn't want to tell them I don't date. I mean, I do… but it's not…"
"Do you fancy someone else and didn't want to tell Ron and Hermione?" Neville asked, and no he was not projecting at all.
Tadashi laughed again. "Hardly. I fancy people here and there but it doesn't work out. I'm Ace and well…with it comes a lot of questions and the whole… You just haven't met the right person for you."
"Oh," Neville said, feeling stupid. "Thank you for telling me. And yeah, to be honest, it probably isn't the best match. I mean…" Neville sighed but Tadashi was looking at him with so much curiosity, Neville felt like he had to say something. "I actually met someone recently, and I think I might fancy him. A lot. I'm not exactly some sex-crazy person or whatever. Sure, I enjoy it and probably want some in my life… But, if I didn't already didn't feel like my foot's half out the door, I might have stayed. Y'know? I probably totally sound like a knob-"
"No, mate. That's fine," Tadashi said with a soft smile. "Thank you for being honest."
"It's a complicated world," Neville said.
"It certainly is," replied Tadashi. "Glad you've met someone to help you manoeuvre through it."
*
When Neville saw Charlie looking right at him, he took a step back. Charlie was fearful perhaps he gave the wrong impression and Neville was going to run away. He hastened his way out of his flat and grabbed Neville by the elbow.
"Where are you going?"
Neville laughed, pulling Charlie away from the front door, and almost to a dark corner outside. "Nowhere. I'm here to see-I'm here for your party." Then he looked into the room sceptically. "Is Harry here?" He stepped back from the entrance.
"Yes, but he met a friend. Not sure if he's still here or if he's run off with him-"
"Oh," Neville said with a relief.
"Try not to make it sound like it's an absolute ordeal to be seen with me, boy," Charlie said, almost jokingly. Almost.
"Hmm…I think I like you calling me boy."
Charlie nearly groaned, his cock hardening at the implication of Neville's words, and he pressed Neville against the wall as they stood outside his flat. "Don't talk to me like that."
Neville's lips were on Charlie's neck and he sucked in a breath. "I'm here. What more do you want from me?"
"So much more," replied Charlie and kissed him.
*
They'd managed to keep their relationship a secret for awhile until Draco Malfoy had walked in on them snogging in the loo at (one of many) wedding receptions for Ron and Hermione's wedding. Although Neville was certain Draco wouldn't tell anyone what he'd seen, he'd decided enough was enough. As soon as the New Year rolled around in 2007, Charlie and Neville told their families they were dating.
Eventually, they too had joined in on the festivities of Christmas as a season for weddings.
------------
the end
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/748962.html. Thanks for reading