What Was Lost 7/10
Title: What Was Lost ~ Change of Pace (7/10)
Author: Lire lire_casander
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Neville Longbottom
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 330
Beta: Unbeta'ed. Any mistakes are my own fault.
Disclaimer: I do not own in any form or shape these characters, JK Rowling does. Just playing with them for my own amusement and yours.
Summary: Bill Weasley is a Ministry worker sent to Hogwarts to supervise the OWLs and NEWTs. He expects to catch up with his old friend Neville Longbottom, but things are not the same anymore.
Warnings: Angst.
Author's Note: Written for 10_themes's prompt table using prompt 10. Yellow.
Neville turned his head away, leaving Bill to kiss the air. "I--- I can't, Bill. You can't."
"Of course I can," Bill retorted, trying to get a hold of Neville once again. "Don't you want to?" Bill loot at him puzzled.
"I am tainted, Bill. You surely don't want to---"
"Neville," Bill smiled softly, his thumb caressing Neville's cheek. "Nothing you've done can make me not want to kiss you. Not when I've been yearning for this for years."
"Have you?" Neville asked, his eyes stuck to Bill's lips by that moment.
"Do you want me to show you?" the red head whispered; not waiting for Neville's answer, Bill finally leant in and claimed those lips as his in a powerful kiss that made Neville thank he was sitting and not supported by his wobbling knees.
Bill didn't want to scare Neville with all his pent-up passion, so he kept the kiss as slow and soft as he could; when the younger wizard's tongue swept over Bill's lips, the red head could only oblige and open his mouth, allowing Neville to take control of the kiss.
They both closed his eyes, thus missing the room around them changing. Bill could feel Neville's magic unfolding, but he didn't see the sparks catch on the walls, melting the black and turning it into something indefinite but not at all unpleasant. Lost in the feeling of their tongues dancing such an intimate waltz, Bill and Neville forgot the world outside, Bill's hand caressing Neville's cheek, Neville's fingers tangled in Bill's hair.
When they came up for air, both panting and shivering, they noticed the walls, mixed black and yellow and red and orange, a kaleidoscope of colours that had changed not only the external appearance of the rooms but also Neville's soul, as Bill could appreciate from the light of those blue eyes.
Bill rested his head on Neville's, and both men started laughing together for the first time in ten years.
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Author: Lire lire_casander
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Neville Longbottom
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 330
Beta: Unbeta'ed. Any mistakes are my own fault.
Disclaimer: I do not own in any form or shape these characters, JK Rowling does. Just playing with them for my own amusement and yours.
Summary: Bill Weasley is a Ministry worker sent to Hogwarts to supervise the OWLs and NEWTs. He expects to catch up with his old friend Neville Longbottom, but things are not the same anymore.
Warnings: Angst.
Author's Note: Written for 10_themes's prompt table using prompt 10. Yellow.
Neville turned his head away, leaving Bill to kiss the air. "I--- I can't, Bill. You can't."
"Of course I can," Bill retorted, trying to get a hold of Neville once again. "Don't you want to?" Bill loot at him puzzled.
"I am tainted, Bill. You surely don't want to---"
"Neville," Bill smiled softly, his thumb caressing Neville's cheek. "Nothing you've done can make me not want to kiss you. Not when I've been yearning for this for years."
"Have you?" Neville asked, his eyes stuck to Bill's lips by that moment.
"Do you want me to show you?" the red head whispered; not waiting for Neville's answer, Bill finally leant in and claimed those lips as his in a powerful kiss that made Neville thank he was sitting and not supported by his wobbling knees.
Bill didn't want to scare Neville with all his pent-up passion, so he kept the kiss as slow and soft as he could; when the younger wizard's tongue swept over Bill's lips, the red head could only oblige and open his mouth, allowing Neville to take control of the kiss.
They both closed his eyes, thus missing the room around them changing. Bill could feel Neville's magic unfolding, but he didn't see the sparks catch on the walls, melting the black and turning it into something indefinite but not at all unpleasant. Lost in the feeling of their tongues dancing such an intimate waltz, Bill and Neville forgot the world outside, Bill's hand caressing Neville's cheek, Neville's fingers tangled in Bill's hair.
When they came up for air, both panting and shivering, they noticed the walls, mixed black and yellow and red and orange, a kaleidoscope of colours that had changed not only the external appearance of the rooms but also Neville's soul, as Bill could appreciate from the light of those blue eyes.
Bill rested his head on Neville's, and both men started laughing together for the first time in ten years.
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