Interesting Scars
Title: Interesting Scars
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Neville/Draco
Rating: G
Summary: The eighth-years are sharing confessions.
Warnings: fluff
Challenge: wholesome
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the current challenge at neville100, wholesome.
When it was Draco’s turn, the circle went quiet. Sharing confessions as a bonding exercise had been Granger’s idea. So far they’d been low-key: cheating on a test, nicking someone’s Gobstones, a crush on Trelawney. Draco had more baggage.
“I like men,” Draco said. The expected gasps didn’t come, and Draco felt tension release in his chest that none of the other eighth-years looked disgusted.
They didn’t even look surprised.
Draco couldn’t stop himself glancing at Neville, to see if he’d noticed Draco being brave. Neville smiled at him, and Draco looked away to disguise how his face lit up.
~*~
“What kind of men?” Millicent asked, waving a bottle of Firewhiskey at him.
“Er. Bad ones,” Draco said, his voice climbing an octave. “I can’t be doing with wholesome types who want to look after you. I like them with dark pasts and interesting scars.”
Potter looked as if he was holding back a sarcastic comment. Pansy was giggling into Greg’s shoulder. And Neville -- Neville was putting an arm around him.
“What a coincidence,” he said, his mouth close to Draco’s, and Draco couldn’t smell alcohol on him, how like him to not even need Dutch courage. “Me too.”
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Neville/Draco
Rating: G
Summary: The eighth-years are sharing confessions.
Warnings: fluff
Challenge: wholesome
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the current challenge at neville100, wholesome.
When it was Draco’s turn, the circle went quiet. Sharing confessions as a bonding exercise had been Granger’s idea. So far they’d been low-key: cheating on a test, nicking someone’s Gobstones, a crush on Trelawney. Draco had more baggage.
“I like men,” Draco said. The expected gasps didn’t come, and Draco felt tension release in his chest that none of the other eighth-years looked disgusted.
They didn’t even look surprised.
Draco couldn’t stop himself glancing at Neville, to see if he’d noticed Draco being brave. Neville smiled at him, and Draco looked away to disguise how his face lit up.
~*~
“What kind of men?” Millicent asked, waving a bottle of Firewhiskey at him.
“Er. Bad ones,” Draco said, his voice climbing an octave. “I can’t be doing with wholesome types who want to look after you. I like them with dark pasts and interesting scars.”
Potter looked as if he was holding back a sarcastic comment. Pansy was giggling into Greg’s shoulder. And Neville -- Neville was putting an arm around him.
“What a coincidence,” he said, his mouth close to Draco’s, and Draco couldn’t smell alcohol on him, how like him to not even need Dutch courage. “Me too.”