Abnegare Caritas
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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6
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The Awakening
Title – Abnegare Caritas (Denied Love)
Disclaimer: The Characters aren’t mine, plot is (unfortunately O.o)
Warning: You have been warned that this has Homosexual content, meaning male/male interaction, will eventually turn hard R. You have been warned so DO NOT flame me!
Summary: After a hectic day in potions class, Neville’s perspective on a fellow classmate changes...interesting events follow
A/N: How do you like it so far?! I am nearly done with Chapter three! Thank you again to Keikokin for being a fabulous beta! And thanks to Alix and her pure brilliance. She thought up Toby and I\'m sure that Neville greatly appreciates it! (you\'ll understand later) so now to the main feature: Abnegare Caritas
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Chapter Two – The Awakening
The Hospital wing was dim, but two figures could be seen moving behind the curtains around a solitary bed…Draco snaked up the bed to a trembling Neville, who lay on the bed, waiting for him. Butterfly light kisses spread along the tan skin of the larger boy and Neville let out a soft, appreciative sigh. He bit his lip as a warm breath ghost along the shaft of his penis and a strangle cry pierced the silence as the quivering tip of his penis was enveloped by Draco’s warm, skilled mouth. Tan fingers laced through the pale blonde hair of the other, hips jerking as the whole shaft slid with ease into Draco’s mouth and down his throat. A skilled tongue swirled along the sensitive skin as his head moved up and down, teeth lightly grazing the pink flesh. His ministrations become more rapid as Neville quivered beneath him. Soon there after, Neville’s back arched with a jerk, his seed spilled into the blonde’s mouth. “Draco…” he said softly, falling against the bed…
With a jolt Neville woke from his dream eyes frantically looking around the room. He saw no sign of Draco, but his bed was unfortunately wet. This wasn’t the first time in the last week this had happened. Neville fell back against the pillows with a groan. On queue Dumbledore walked in, blue eyes twinkling. “Ah, Mr. Longbottom, your awake.” He sat down on a chair next to the bed, unaware of Neville’s discomfort, or just choosing not to bring attention to it. Neville hoped it was the first, but knowing Dumbledore, it was most definitely the latter. He gave a weak smile. Afthe phe potions accident, Neville hadn’t gotten much sleep, having had a terrible fever and many other flu symptoms. And yet he wasn’t sick, and that’s what concerned the Headmaster. He had a sneaking suspicion that Neville’s potion had gone haywire and somehow turned into a crude love potion. The symptoms were all there, flu like symptoms and reoccurring stimulating dreams. And after hearing the boy meekly call out for Draco after his very wet dream, his suspicions were confirmed. It all made sense really, Draco having been Neville’s partner for the potion. His train of thought was interrupted by Neville speaking. “So, do you know what’s wrong with me yet?” Neville asked hopefully. It was driving him nuts; he had been cooped up in the Hospital Wing for nearly a week. “Well Mr. Longbottom, Poppy may have found out what you have, but we won’t say anything until we are certain. All you can do is rest and don’t cause trouble.” Dumbledore patted Neville’s hand and stood. “I have further business to take care of, but I will be by a bit later” He smiled warmly then strode from the small area that Neville occupied. Little did Neville know, the Headmaster was headed straight for the dungeons…
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“I have to do WHAT!” Draco’s mouth fell open and he stared at the Headmaster as if he had another head, not that that was odd since his uncle had two heads, but that was beside the point. They were standing in Draco’s private quarters, one of the few perks of being Head Boy, and Dumbledore had just informed him of the situation. “Well Mr. Malfoy, I thought I had made this clear…Mr. Longbottom has the mishap of being emotionally attached to you via this concoction from your potions class” Draco sighed slumping into a chair. “No…the other part? What exactly does ‘physical contact’ entail?” Draco cocked an eyebrow at the Headmaster, who was smiling in a bemused fashion. “Nothing major Mr. Malfoy I assure you. Hand holding, or a simple hug of course will suffice.” Draco looked relieved, but there was more. “Of course if you stick with the simple side of things such as hugs and hand holding, you must do it more frequently…kissing however…” Draco jumping out of his seat interrupted the Headmaster. “I am *not* kissing Longbottom!” He spat Neville’s last name like it was a dirty word. The Headmaster only smiled, and stood, still calm as ever. “I didn’t say you had to Mr. Malfoy, I was merely saying it was the easier way out…” He headed for the door. “I of course will inform Mr. Longbottom. We will move Mr. Longbottom down here with you, until the counter-potion can be brewed.” Draco merely nodded, shocked and disgusted at the thought of having any sexual relations with Neville. Then again the Headmaster had said more drastic action could keep Neville at bay so maybe sex in the morning would work… As if having read Draco’s mind, the Headmaster turned just as his hand reached for. “And Draco…do not do anything drastic.” His eyes twinkled as he smiled, and he left the room, leaving a very angry Draco muttering curse words under his breath.
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Disclaimer: The Characters aren’t mine, plot is (unfortunately O.o)
Warning: You have been warned that this has Homosexual content, meaning male/male interaction, will eventually turn hard R. You have been warned so DO NOT flame me!
Summary: After a hectic day in potions class, Neville’s perspective on a fellow classmate changes...interesting events follow
A/N: How do you like it so far?! I am nearly done with Chapter three! Thank you again to Keikokin for being a fabulous beta! And thanks to Alix and her pure brilliance. She thought up Toby and I\'m sure that Neville greatly appreciates it! (you\'ll understand later) so now to the main feature: Abnegare Caritas
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Chapter Two – The Awakening
The Hospital wing was dim, but two figures could be seen moving behind the curtains around a solitary bed…Draco snaked up the bed to a trembling Neville, who lay on the bed, waiting for him. Butterfly light kisses spread along the tan skin of the larger boy and Neville let out a soft, appreciative sigh. He bit his lip as a warm breath ghost along the shaft of his penis and a strangle cry pierced the silence as the quivering tip of his penis was enveloped by Draco’s warm, skilled mouth. Tan fingers laced through the pale blonde hair of the other, hips jerking as the whole shaft slid with ease into Draco’s mouth and down his throat. A skilled tongue swirled along the sensitive skin as his head moved up and down, teeth lightly grazing the pink flesh. His ministrations become more rapid as Neville quivered beneath him. Soon there after, Neville’s back arched with a jerk, his seed spilled into the blonde’s mouth. “Draco…” he said softly, falling against the bed…
With a jolt Neville woke from his dream eyes frantically looking around the room. He saw no sign of Draco, but his bed was unfortunately wet. This wasn’t the first time in the last week this had happened. Neville fell back against the pillows with a groan. On queue Dumbledore walked in, blue eyes twinkling. “Ah, Mr. Longbottom, your awake.” He sat down on a chair next to the bed, unaware of Neville’s discomfort, or just choosing not to bring attention to it. Neville hoped it was the first, but knowing Dumbledore, it was most definitely the latter. He gave a weak smile. Afthe phe potions accident, Neville hadn’t gotten much sleep, having had a terrible fever and many other flu symptoms. And yet he wasn’t sick, and that’s what concerned the Headmaster. He had a sneaking suspicion that Neville’s potion had gone haywire and somehow turned into a crude love potion. The symptoms were all there, flu like symptoms and reoccurring stimulating dreams. And after hearing the boy meekly call out for Draco after his very wet dream, his suspicions were confirmed. It all made sense really, Draco having been Neville’s partner for the potion. His train of thought was interrupted by Neville speaking. “So, do you know what’s wrong with me yet?” Neville asked hopefully. It was driving him nuts; he had been cooped up in the Hospital Wing for nearly a week. “Well Mr. Longbottom, Poppy may have found out what you have, but we won’t say anything until we are certain. All you can do is rest and don’t cause trouble.” Dumbledore patted Neville’s hand and stood. “I have further business to take care of, but I will be by a bit later” He smiled warmly then strode from the small area that Neville occupied. Little did Neville know, the Headmaster was headed straight for the dungeons…
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“I have to do WHAT!” Draco’s mouth fell open and he stared at the Headmaster as if he had another head, not that that was odd since his uncle had two heads, but that was beside the point. They were standing in Draco’s private quarters, one of the few perks of being Head Boy, and Dumbledore had just informed him of the situation. “Well Mr. Malfoy, I thought I had made this clear…Mr. Longbottom has the mishap of being emotionally attached to you via this concoction from your potions class” Draco sighed slumping into a chair. “No…the other part? What exactly does ‘physical contact’ entail?” Draco cocked an eyebrow at the Headmaster, who was smiling in a bemused fashion. “Nothing major Mr. Malfoy I assure you. Hand holding, or a simple hug of course will suffice.” Draco looked relieved, but there was more. “Of course if you stick with the simple side of things such as hugs and hand holding, you must do it more frequently…kissing however…” Draco jumping out of his seat interrupted the Headmaster. “I am *not* kissing Longbottom!” He spat Neville’s last name like it was a dirty word. The Headmaster only smiled, and stood, still calm as ever. “I didn’t say you had to Mr. Malfoy, I was merely saying it was the easier way out…” He headed for the door. “I of course will inform Mr. Longbottom. We will move Mr. Longbottom down here with you, until the counter-potion can be brewed.” Draco merely nodded, shocked and disgusted at the thought of having any sexual relations with Neville. Then again the Headmaster had said more drastic action could keep Neville at bay so maybe sex in the morning would work… As if having read Draco’s mind, the Headmaster turned just as his hand reached for. “And Draco…do not do anything drastic.” His eyes twinkled as he smiled, and he left the room, leaving a very angry Draco muttering curse words under his breath.
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