Gryffindorish (Harry, Neville, Draco)
Title: Gryffindorish
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Character(s): Neville, Draco, Harry
Rating: PG-13
Challenge(s): "MUGGLES" for
neville100
Word count: 100x4
Author's notes: Unbetaed. Part 67 of Wanting Harry series.
Harry stirred as he woke up, feeling a pair of arms around him, and a body behind him. The person who lay next to him was asleep, breathing evenly. Harry felt safe. He tried to remember where he was when then it all came rushing to him. He'd had a shitty nightmare, a type he'd not had in a very long time. It was Callen. Callen all over again. He didn't know what'd possessed him but he knew he couldn't be alone tonight.
He reached out to Neville, and thankfully, Neville had answered his Floo-call.
On evenings like tonight, Harry had a bad habit of going to Muggle clubs to find someone to pull. But he knew he couldn't do that. Not anymore. He had Neville and Draco. Even if they'd not necessarily set any rules about their encounters, Harry couldn't justify being with anyone else even if it was brief. He didn't think his body would even accept it. His heart belonged to someone now, maybe permanently, he thought.
There was another noise. It sounded like the Floo chiming with the wards pushing back. Several years of Auror training did that to a man, he thought, he could identify and assess the situation quickly.
"Neville…" Harry said gently, turning to face him.
"Hmm?" Neville shifted, slowly opening his eyes. "Are you okay, Harry?"
"Yeah. I think your Floo-"
"Oh, it's Malfoy."
Neville got up off the bed and Harry missed his body immediately. He didn't know, didn't remember, how he'd fallen asleep. One minute he was having biscuits and tea with Neville, and another, his face was buried in Neville's chest and he was sobbing.
Neville returned to the room with Draco right behind him. Draco was dressed in posh robes and his hair was slicked back and he looked like a million Galleons. "Fuck…" Harry breathed to himself. Then he added, "Had a good night?"
"I was…" Draco looked down at himself as if only now realising what he was wearing, "at a family function. I… I got your letter when I arrived home so I…"
"What came to my rescue?" Harry teased, feeling loads better now. Now that he was with them. "How Gryffindorish."
"Shut up, Potter," Draco said, scowling. "If you're feeling better, should I go-"
"Don't you dare," Neville said, grabbing Draco's arm. "I'm Gryffindorish enough to make you stay." He dragged Draco to bed. This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/834783.html. Thanks for reading
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Character(s): Neville, Draco, Harry
Rating: PG-13
Challenge(s): "MUGGLES" for
neville100
Word count: 100x4
Author's notes: Unbetaed. Part 67 of Wanting Harry series.
Harry stirred as he woke up, feeling a pair of arms around him, and a body behind him. The person who lay next to him was asleep, breathing evenly. Harry felt safe. He tried to remember where he was when then it all came rushing to him. He'd had a shitty nightmare, a type he'd not had in a very long time. It was Callen. Callen all over again. He didn't know what'd possessed him but he knew he couldn't be alone tonight.
He reached out to Neville, and thankfully, Neville had answered his Floo-call.
On evenings like tonight, Harry had a bad habit of going to Muggle clubs to find someone to pull. But he knew he couldn't do that. Not anymore. He had Neville and Draco. Even if they'd not necessarily set any rules about their encounters, Harry couldn't justify being with anyone else even if it was brief. He didn't think his body would even accept it. His heart belonged to someone now, maybe permanently, he thought.
There was another noise. It sounded like the Floo chiming with the wards pushing back. Several years of Auror training did that to a man, he thought, he could identify and assess the situation quickly.
"Neville…" Harry said gently, turning to face him.
"Hmm?" Neville shifted, slowly opening his eyes. "Are you okay, Harry?"
"Yeah. I think your Floo-"
"Oh, it's Malfoy."
Neville got up off the bed and Harry missed his body immediately. He didn't know, didn't remember, how he'd fallen asleep. One minute he was having biscuits and tea with Neville, and another, his face was buried in Neville's chest and he was sobbing.
Neville returned to the room with Draco right behind him. Draco was dressed in posh robes and his hair was slicked back and he looked like a million Galleons. "Fuck…" Harry breathed to himself. Then he added, "Had a good night?"
"I was…" Draco looked down at himself as if only now realising what he was wearing, "at a family function. I… I got your letter when I arrived home so I…"
"What came to my rescue?" Harry teased, feeling loads better now. Now that he was with them. "How Gryffindorish."
"Shut up, Potter," Draco said, scowling. "If you're feeling better, should I go-"
"Don't you dare," Neville said, grabbing Draco's arm. "I'm Gryffindorish enough to make you stay." He dragged Draco to bed. This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/834783.html. Thanks for reading