Fic: Gryffindor Humour
Title: Gryffindor Humour
Author: winterdaffodils
Pairings: Neville/Draco
Word Count: ~160
Rating: G
Warnings: fluff
Disclaimer: They're not mine, if they were bad things would happen and then there would be smut. I only take them out to play for a bit.
Summary: Draco doesn't always understand Neville's humour
Author's Notes: If you've read my samhain_smut fic, this will be a bit familiar. I totally stole the costume idea from myself (and Matt). Like Shakespeare, at least I only plagiarize myself (and Matt)(really this is completely his fault).
Neville swished his cape dramatically, showing off the costume he'd chosen for the Annual Alumni Hallowe'en Bash at Hogwarts. It'd taken ages to decide on and even longer to find the right pieces to complete it.
He looked up at Draco with a smile, expecting praise over how well it seemed to fit after all, and definitely not expecting ill-contained rage as the blond looked him over with a sneer.
"Is that supposed to be funny, Longbottom?"
He frowned, looking down at the form-fitting rubber. Was there something wrong with it? Did he look bad?
"Look, Draco, I know I'm no George Clooney or however many blokes have portrayed him, but I didn't think it looked that bad." He glanced down self-consciously. "Am I too fat?"
Draco snorted. "How should I know?"
Neville frowned, "I'm confused. What's the problem?"
Draco's hands were clenched at his sides. "You know how important he was to me!"
"Who?"
"Severus, you pillock!"
"But, I'm Batman."
Author: winterdaffodils
Pairings: Neville/Draco
Word Count: ~160
Rating: G
Warnings: fluff
Disclaimer: They're not mine, if they were bad things would happen and then there would be smut. I only take them out to play for a bit.
Summary: Draco doesn't always understand Neville's humour
Author's Notes: If you've read my samhain_smut fic, this will be a bit familiar. I totally stole the costume idea from myself (and Matt). Like Shakespeare, at least I only plagiarize myself (and Matt)(really this is completely his fault).
Neville swished his cape dramatically, showing off the costume he'd chosen for the Annual Alumni Hallowe'en Bash at Hogwarts. It'd taken ages to decide on and even longer to find the right pieces to complete it.
He looked up at Draco with a smile, expecting praise over how well it seemed to fit after all, and definitely not expecting ill-contained rage as the blond looked him over with a sneer.
"Is that supposed to be funny, Longbottom?"
He frowned, looking down at the form-fitting rubber. Was there something wrong with it? Did he look bad?
"Look, Draco, I know I'm no George Clooney or however many blokes have portrayed him, but I didn't think it looked that bad." He glanced down self-consciously. "Am I too fat?"
Draco snorted. "How should I know?"
Neville frowned, "I'm confused. What's the problem?"
Draco's hands were clenched at his sides. "You know how important he was to me!"
"Who?"
"Severus, you pillock!"
"But, I'm Batman."