The Professor, Part 10
Title: The Professor, Part 10
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Character(s): Neville, Theo, Charlie
Pairing(s): Neville/Theo/Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): 8th year. EWE. Professor-student. Age difference. Threesome-ish.
Challenge(s): FOR
mixandmatch100, prompt 13: cornish pixies and
neville100 Prompt 358: Peach
Word count: 200
Author's notes: Unbetaed. Continuation of the Professor series.
The cool breeze from the wind gusting outside the window at Hagrid's Hut sent a chill down Neville's spine. Or maybe it was his own nerves. Charlie was looking at them with a look in his eyes Neville had never seen before. Well, he'd never seen it in Charlie.
He was still in disbelief, and slight shock, and nothing could be more surprising if cornish pixies flew out of the cracks in the hut and started dancing on Neville's head.
"So you're just going to stand there, Professor?" Theo said in a teasing tone; Neville felt his face burn up. "Neville, be a peach, and go and get him."
Neville looked from Theo to Charlie, unmoving. Theo was pushing his luck and he knew it. He started to take a step towards Charlie when Charlie stopped him with one word.
"No."
"But…" Theo began.
"This isn't. I shouldn't have. We can't-"
"We're over eighteen," Theo said sounding serious, but didn't lose the hint of tease in his tone. "We're consenting adults. And you want to."
"I'm a professor," Charlie said, and his argument was unconvincing even to Neville. He resisted rolling his eyes.
"But you're not our professor," Neville said.
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Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Character(s): Neville, Theo, Charlie
Pairing(s): Neville/Theo/Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): 8th year. EWE. Professor-student. Age difference. Threesome-ish.
Challenge(s): FOR
mixandmatch100, prompt 13: cornish pixies and
neville100 Prompt 358: Peach
Word count: 200
Author's notes: Unbetaed. Continuation of the Professor series.
The cool breeze from the wind gusting outside the window at Hagrid's Hut sent a chill down Neville's spine. Or maybe it was his own nerves. Charlie was looking at them with a look in his eyes Neville had never seen before. Well, he'd never seen it in Charlie.
He was still in disbelief, and slight shock, and nothing could be more surprising if cornish pixies flew out of the cracks in the hut and started dancing on Neville's head.
"So you're just going to stand there, Professor?" Theo said in a teasing tone; Neville felt his face burn up. "Neville, be a peach, and go and get him."
Neville looked from Theo to Charlie, unmoving. Theo was pushing his luck and he knew it. He started to take a step towards Charlie when Charlie stopped him with one word.
"No."
"But…" Theo began.
"This isn't. I shouldn't have. We can't-"
"We're over eighteen," Theo said sounding serious, but didn't lose the hint of tease in his tone. "We're consenting adults. And you want to."
"I'm a professor," Charlie said, and his argument was unconvincing even to Neville. He resisted rolling his eyes.
"But you're not our professor," Neville said.
This entry was originally posted at http://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/494698.html. Please comment anywhere you'd like. Thanks for reading