Neville/Charlie: We all collect something.
Title: We all collect something
Author: digthewriter
Pairing: Charlie/Neville
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Hard pining.
Challenge: Prompt 546: Special Edition for neville100.
A/N: Unbetaed.
Every time a Special Edition of the Prophet was published, Neville saved a copy. He carefully stored it in his secret trunk under his bed. His bedroom was off-limits anyway, but being a professor at Hogwarts meant no matter how hard one tried, there was always a way to get caught.
The Special Editions were essential to him because they always featured a certain Dragon Tamer Extraordinaire he may or may not have been in love with for ages. Neville often saw Charlie at the Weasley get-togethers, where Ginny insisted Neville would attend as her date. She didn't want her family harassing her about being single, and he was happy to go along because… well, Charlie.
He should have known it was all too good to be true because when Neville did take a sabbatical for a year from Hogwarts, he moved into his grandmother's home. He'd not been totally distressed then.
It was the weekend, and August was visiting distant relatives in New Zealand. After the evening at a Weasley party, Neville was at his regular pub when he saw Charlie.
"What are you doing here?" Charlie pulled up a stool next to Neville. "I thought you'd be out with my sister."
Neville gave an awkward chuckle. "She's got a date…?"
"Are you asking me or telling me?"
"I…"
"If you're worried, I don't know. You and Ginny are only friends; let me ease your mind. I know."
"Oh, how?" Neville was unable to hide his curiosity.
Charlie shrugged. "I know my siblings more than they think."
"Right. Well…" Neville sighed. "It's always hard to keep up appearances."
Charlie nodded. "I heard you're on sabbatical."
Once again, Neville was unable to hide his surprise. "Didn't know they'd published it in the Prophet." He tried to sound nonchalant. Neville knew everything they'd publish in that bloody paper.
Charlie smiled. "It's not just my siblings I keep tabs on."
Their conversation continued until it was late and the pub closed. Neville stumbled, standing up off his stool, and Charlie grabbed his arm to stabilise him.
"Thanks."
"Anytime, mate."
"I should go…"
Charlie didn't let go of Neville's arm. "You'll be alright getting home?"
Neville shrugged. "There's a Floo."
"Let me take you home."
"I…" Neville couldn't think of any reason to say no. "Sure. You can sleep on the sofa."
"I wasn't inviting myself over…" Charlie raised an eyebrow.
"Well, if you were, I would've told you to sleep in my bed." Even if he was inebriated, Neville rarely lost his composure. Hence, he couldn't believe he'd just said… He'd just said to that Charlie Weasley. Completely failing at the thought he'd managed to keep his cool.
"Ah, now we're talking…"
Charlie and Neville took the Floo to Augusta's home and it was eerily quiet. Neville only remembered a little after. He'd taken a shower and then collapsed on his bed. When he woke up, he knew there was a body next to him, but they were both fully dressed, and Neville figured, or rather, hoped, they'd both just managed to pass out. Although Charlie was in Neville's bed, how much had Neville flirted with Charlie? Was it embarrassing enough he shouldn't even try to remember it?
Eventually, Neville fell back asleep. However, he woke up a few short hours later and saw Charlie bent down next to his bed- a trunk open- and reading copies of the Prophet Neville had saved over the years.
"What's this then?" Charlie said, bright-eyed, looking at Neville.
"Um…" Neville didn't say anything; he pulled the covers over his face and forced his eyes shut. Maybe he could locate a place in his mind to Apparate to.
"Hey…" Charlie said, hopping back on the bed and pulling the sheets off Neville's head. He touched Neville's cheek and turned Neville's head towards him. "Don't hide from me…"
Charlie edged himself closer, swung his leg around Neville's waist, pulling him into a kiss. "Nice collection, by the way."
Neville groaned and tried to hide himself again, but Charlie didn't let him.
"When you come over sometime, I'll show you my collection of Whispering Botanica."
Neville's eyes widened. Charlie had just named the magazine where Neville often wrote articles in a series called The Alchemist's Garden.
"Does that mean…" Neville whispered. "What does that mean?"
Charlie chuckled, low and deep. His chest vibrated, which brought a sense of arousal up and down Neville's body. "There's a certain Alchemist I may or may not fancy. Even if he's pretending to date my sister."
"The only thing I've been pretending is… I don't want you as much as I do…" Neville said, pressing his body against Charlie's; Charlie helped himself, his hand travelling down and inside Neville's trousers.
"Good," Charlie said, "Let's stop pretending that I don't wanna fuck you."
Author: digthewriter
Pairing: Charlie/Neville
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Hard pining.
Challenge: Prompt 546: Special Edition for neville100.
A/N: Unbetaed.
Every time a Special Edition of the Prophet was published, Neville saved a copy. He carefully stored it in his secret trunk under his bed. His bedroom was off-limits anyway, but being a professor at Hogwarts meant no matter how hard one tried, there was always a way to get caught.
The Special Editions were essential to him because they always featured a certain Dragon Tamer Extraordinaire he may or may not have been in love with for ages. Neville often saw Charlie at the Weasley get-togethers, where Ginny insisted Neville would attend as her date. She didn't want her family harassing her about being single, and he was happy to go along because… well, Charlie.
He should have known it was all too good to be true because when Neville did take a sabbatical for a year from Hogwarts, he moved into his grandmother's home. He'd not been totally distressed then.
It was the weekend, and August was visiting distant relatives in New Zealand. After the evening at a Weasley party, Neville was at his regular pub when he saw Charlie.
"What are you doing here?" Charlie pulled up a stool next to Neville. "I thought you'd be out with my sister."
Neville gave an awkward chuckle. "She's got a date…?"
"Are you asking me or telling me?"
"I…"
"If you're worried, I don't know. You and Ginny are only friends; let me ease your mind. I know."
"Oh, how?" Neville was unable to hide his curiosity.
Charlie shrugged. "I know my siblings more than they think."
"Right. Well…" Neville sighed. "It's always hard to keep up appearances."
Charlie nodded. "I heard you're on sabbatical."
Once again, Neville was unable to hide his surprise. "Didn't know they'd published it in the Prophet." He tried to sound nonchalant. Neville knew everything they'd publish in that bloody paper.
Charlie smiled. "It's not just my siblings I keep tabs on."
Their conversation continued until it was late and the pub closed. Neville stumbled, standing up off his stool, and Charlie grabbed his arm to stabilise him.
"Thanks."
"Anytime, mate."
"I should go…"
Charlie didn't let go of Neville's arm. "You'll be alright getting home?"
Neville shrugged. "There's a Floo."
"Let me take you home."
"I…" Neville couldn't think of any reason to say no. "Sure. You can sleep on the sofa."
"I wasn't inviting myself over…" Charlie raised an eyebrow.
"Well, if you were, I would've told you to sleep in my bed." Even if he was inebriated, Neville rarely lost his composure. Hence, he couldn't believe he'd just said… He'd just said to that Charlie Weasley. Completely failing at the thought he'd managed to keep his cool.
"Ah, now we're talking…"
Charlie and Neville took the Floo to Augusta's home and it was eerily quiet. Neville only remembered a little after. He'd taken a shower and then collapsed on his bed. When he woke up, he knew there was a body next to him, but they were both fully dressed, and Neville figured, or rather, hoped, they'd both just managed to pass out. Although Charlie was in Neville's bed, how much had Neville flirted with Charlie? Was it embarrassing enough he shouldn't even try to remember it?
Eventually, Neville fell back asleep. However, he woke up a few short hours later and saw Charlie bent down next to his bed- a trunk open- and reading copies of the Prophet Neville had saved over the years.
"What's this then?" Charlie said, bright-eyed, looking at Neville.
"Um…" Neville didn't say anything; he pulled the covers over his face and forced his eyes shut. Maybe he could locate a place in his mind to Apparate to.
"Hey…" Charlie said, hopping back on the bed and pulling the sheets off Neville's head. He touched Neville's cheek and turned Neville's head towards him. "Don't hide from me…"
Charlie edged himself closer, swung his leg around Neville's waist, pulling him into a kiss. "Nice collection, by the way."
Neville groaned and tried to hide himself again, but Charlie didn't let him.
"When you come over sometime, I'll show you my collection of Whispering Botanica."
Neville's eyes widened. Charlie had just named the magazine where Neville often wrote articles in a series called The Alchemist's Garden.
"Does that mean…" Neville whispered. "What does that mean?"
Charlie chuckled, low and deep. His chest vibrated, which brought a sense of arousal up and down Neville's body. "There's a certain Alchemist I may or may not fancy. Even if he's pretending to date my sister."
"The only thing I've been pretending is… I don't want you as much as I do…" Neville said, pressing his body against Charlie's; Charlie helped himself, his hand travelling down and inside Neville's trousers.
"Good," Charlie said, "Let's stop pretending that I don't wanna fuck you."