A Gift For Reeby10: Keep Him Warm (Neville/Draco, PG-13)
Author: maraudersaffair
Recipient: Reeby10
Title: Keep Him Warm
Pairing: Neville/Draco
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 840
Summary: Narcissa finds out about Draco and Neville's elopement.
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy this domestic fic, Reeby10!
Neville loved snuggling up with his husband Draco by a cosy fire. It was wintertime and cold, and the sun had made itself a stranger. He and Draco lived in a cottage by the sea, which was idyllic in summer, but in winter, the winds were harsh and the flurries were icy.
Neville loved the gloom and cold because he had his husband to keep him warm.
They had reconnected in Diagon Alley. Neville worked in an apothecary that specialised in plants and herbs, and Draco, while still quite wealthy, liked to dabble in potions and elixirs. Draco had made it a habit of only purchasing ingredients from Neville’s shop, and Neville made it a habit of baking little cakes and buttery biscuits to serve Draco when he stayed for tea.
Their relationship was a surprise to everyone, including themselves. Neville was big and strong, but he was also fat and cute, and more than a little awkward around the blokes he fancied. Draco was a Malfoy through and through, with his pureblood arrogance and ice cold deposition. He still smirked and glared and drawled rude jokes. He still carried a dislike for Muggles, though he had learned to keep it mostly to himself.
Neville was the only one who could soften Draco up-he was the only one who got past his defences. Their first kiss had happened in a lush garden surrounded by an army of tulips. The air had smelled of honeysuckle and Draco’s mouth had tasted of Earl Grey. Neville still remembered how Draco’s breath had stuttered.
Draco Malfoy was a cold, cold bloke, and Neville was the only one who could warm him up.
It was another dark evening in early January, and Neville was making a chicken roast. The new ring on his finger caught his eye as he worked. He and Draco had eloped in secret on Christmas, and they had yet to tell anyone, including Neville’s nan and Draco’s mum.
The Floo flared to life in the parlour and, a moment later, Draco strode into the kitchen, looking harassed.
Neville set down his work. “What is it, love?”
Draco looked pale but elegant in his midnight blue robes. “Mother knows about our wedding.”
“Oh,” Neville said, and he fought back the urge to say, I’m sorry. He shouldn’t apologise for marrying the man he loved. “How did she find out?”
“Pansy,” Draco growled. He Summoned brandy and a tumbler, and poured himself a big drink.
“How did Pansy find out?”
“I told her.” Draco gulped his brandy. His gaze looked dark and foreboding, and it made Neville shiver. “The next time I see that cow I’m going to murder her.”
“Don’t say such a thing.”
Draco smirked a little. “What? The cow part or the murder part?”
“Both.”
“I trusted her, Nev. I trusted her and she betrayed me. The moment she left the cafe, she headed straight for the Manor.”
“Well … I suppose it’s for the best. Your mother was going to find out eventually.”
“Yes, but I wanted to tell her.”
Neville bit his lip. “Was she angry?”
“Livid.” Draco sighed and drank more of his brandy. “She wants grandchildren.”
“We can give her grandchildren,” Neville said quietly.
“I suppose.” Draco went to the window and stared out at the gloomy night. Thunder cracked in the distance.
Neville tried not to feel hurt, but the problem was regret seemed to radiate from Draco.
Neville paced the kitchen, not sure what to do. In truth, he wanted to flee, but it would only make things worse.
“We can get an annulment,” Neville whispered.
Draco turned abruptly. “What?”
Neville looked down at the floor. “I-I would understand. I would understand completely. Your mum wants something very particular for you, and, well, I’m definitely not it.”
“Nev,” Draco said, and he crossed the room. Draco took Neville into his arms, his breath smelling of brandy. “Don’t even think of it.”
“But-”
Draco kissed him gently, so gently. Neville moaned a little, and Draco deepened the kiss. Fuck, it always felt right when they snogged. It always felt so, so right.
When Draco pulled away, he was breathing rapidly and his eyes were so stormy. “You are mine, love. You will always be mine.”
“Always?” Neville whispered. “Really?”
“Yes, my love.” Draco took a deep breath. “I’m just being moody, a bit dramatic. You know me.”
“You do like your drama.”
Draco laughed. “It doesn’t matter if people don’t accept our marriage. Really, it doesn’t. What matters is the love we have for each other. And I love you a great deal, Neville.”
“I love you, too.”
Draco kissed him again. Then he brought Neville’s big hand up and kissed the ring on his finger. “Are you making a chicken roast? It smells divine. Do you need help?”
Neville smiled happily. “You can make the bread.”
“Yes, sir.” Draco gave him a wink and got to work.
Recipient: Reeby10
Title: Keep Him Warm
Pairing: Neville/Draco
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 840
Summary: Narcissa finds out about Draco and Neville's elopement.
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy this domestic fic, Reeby10!
Neville loved snuggling up with his husband Draco by a cosy fire. It was wintertime and cold, and the sun had made itself a stranger. He and Draco lived in a cottage by the sea, which was idyllic in summer, but in winter, the winds were harsh and the flurries were icy.
Neville loved the gloom and cold because he had his husband to keep him warm.
They had reconnected in Diagon Alley. Neville worked in an apothecary that specialised in plants and herbs, and Draco, while still quite wealthy, liked to dabble in potions and elixirs. Draco had made it a habit of only purchasing ingredients from Neville’s shop, and Neville made it a habit of baking little cakes and buttery biscuits to serve Draco when he stayed for tea.
Their relationship was a surprise to everyone, including themselves. Neville was big and strong, but he was also fat and cute, and more than a little awkward around the blokes he fancied. Draco was a Malfoy through and through, with his pureblood arrogance and ice cold deposition. He still smirked and glared and drawled rude jokes. He still carried a dislike for Muggles, though he had learned to keep it mostly to himself.
Neville was the only one who could soften Draco up-he was the only one who got past his defences. Their first kiss had happened in a lush garden surrounded by an army of tulips. The air had smelled of honeysuckle and Draco’s mouth had tasted of Earl Grey. Neville still remembered how Draco’s breath had stuttered.
Draco Malfoy was a cold, cold bloke, and Neville was the only one who could warm him up.
It was another dark evening in early January, and Neville was making a chicken roast. The new ring on his finger caught his eye as he worked. He and Draco had eloped in secret on Christmas, and they had yet to tell anyone, including Neville’s nan and Draco’s mum.
The Floo flared to life in the parlour and, a moment later, Draco strode into the kitchen, looking harassed.
Neville set down his work. “What is it, love?”
Draco looked pale but elegant in his midnight blue robes. “Mother knows about our wedding.”
“Oh,” Neville said, and he fought back the urge to say, I’m sorry. He shouldn’t apologise for marrying the man he loved. “How did she find out?”
“Pansy,” Draco growled. He Summoned brandy and a tumbler, and poured himself a big drink.
“How did Pansy find out?”
“I told her.” Draco gulped his brandy. His gaze looked dark and foreboding, and it made Neville shiver. “The next time I see that cow I’m going to murder her.”
“Don’t say such a thing.”
Draco smirked a little. “What? The cow part or the murder part?”
“Both.”
“I trusted her, Nev. I trusted her and she betrayed me. The moment she left the cafe, she headed straight for the Manor.”
“Well … I suppose it’s for the best. Your mother was going to find out eventually.”
“Yes, but I wanted to tell her.”
Neville bit his lip. “Was she angry?”
“Livid.” Draco sighed and drank more of his brandy. “She wants grandchildren.”
“We can give her grandchildren,” Neville said quietly.
“I suppose.” Draco went to the window and stared out at the gloomy night. Thunder cracked in the distance.
Neville tried not to feel hurt, but the problem was regret seemed to radiate from Draco.
Neville paced the kitchen, not sure what to do. In truth, he wanted to flee, but it would only make things worse.
“We can get an annulment,” Neville whispered.
Draco turned abruptly. “What?”
Neville looked down at the floor. “I-I would understand. I would understand completely. Your mum wants something very particular for you, and, well, I’m definitely not it.”
“Nev,” Draco said, and he crossed the room. Draco took Neville into his arms, his breath smelling of brandy. “Don’t even think of it.”
“But-”
Draco kissed him gently, so gently. Neville moaned a little, and Draco deepened the kiss. Fuck, it always felt right when they snogged. It always felt so, so right.
When Draco pulled away, he was breathing rapidly and his eyes were so stormy. “You are mine, love. You will always be mine.”
“Always?” Neville whispered. “Really?”
“Yes, my love.” Draco took a deep breath. “I’m just being moody, a bit dramatic. You know me.”
“You do like your drama.”
Draco laughed. “It doesn’t matter if people don’t accept our marriage. Really, it doesn’t. What matters is the love we have for each other. And I love you a great deal, Neville.”
“I love you, too.”
Draco kissed him again. Then he brought Neville’s big hand up and kissed the ring on his finger. “Are you making a chicken roast? It smells divine. Do you need help?”
Neville smiled happily. “You can make the bread.”
“Yes, sir.” Draco gave him a wink and got to work.