Abnegare Caritas
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Adult ++
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Toby and An Almost Civil Conversation
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 an interesting day in potions class, Neville’s perspective on a fellow classmate changes from one extreme to the other, and interesting events follow
Chapter Three – Moonlight Conversations
Faltering just outside the entryway to their new combined quarters, Neville\'s confidence wavers (as it often does). The quiet, soft-spoken tenor tones of the shy boy tumble forth beneath his breath, worry written through doe eyes rimmed with concern. “What if he doesn\'t like me? No, I already know he hates me. What\'s going to happen to us? Will he tell all his friends? What if he doesn\'t like Toby?” With this last inquiry to himself, his right arm squeezed more tightly on his most precious baggage parcel: his frog-shaped stuffed animal. True, Toby was practically in tatters, but it was all he had left of his Mother and Father; a gift to him as a baby, one that had often been played with by the small family before the dark lord had ripped them so brutally apart. Like Toby\'s seams. Shaking his head lightly, Neville re-adjusted his grip on his four duffel bags, whispered the password to slide the wall back. He intended to shuffle in and retire quietly when Draco\'s cool voice was heard, calling out and foiling any plan Neville had to slink away. “What Longbottom…no hello kiss?” Silver eyes stared down at Neville, who was trembling for multiple reasons. One, Draco scared him out of his wits. Two, Draco seemed to wake warmth in his navel he had never experienced before. The combination of Draco’s biting comment and his closeness left Neville to melt into a quiver mess. “I - - Uh…” Neville was at a loss of words, his large blue eyes looking up, pleading with Draco not to push him further. But of course, Draco was a Slytherin and being so; he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to comment on the stuffed play toy. He shed hed the stuffed toy from Neville’s clutch, examining it with interest. “What’s this? Couldn’t keep track of the real thing so you bought a stuffed one?” He said this with a sneer then forcefully shoved the toy back into Neville’s hands. Neville let out a small whimper, causing Draco’s sneer to falter for a brief second before waving his hand down the hallway. “The bedroom is the last door on the left…” Deciding that this was all he wanted to say, he turned on heel and left Neville whimpering and lost in the entrance room…
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The cool night air fluttered the curtain, the full moon visible through the large, open, picture window. Neville sat on the window seat, his back against the wall, looking out into the darkness with a sigh. Why him? Why did he always have to get into these kinds of situations? Silent tears rolled down his cheeks and he looked down at Toby, his only real friend. “Why does he hate me Toby? What did I ever do to make him angry at me?” He sighed leaning his head back against the wall, sniffling.
He was unaware when Draco quietly entered the room, and continued talking. “It’s not like I ever provoke him…or even did this intentionally…what did I do wrong…” His tears flowed silently down his cheeks, not aware of how close Draco was coming. “First off…you keep talking to that frog….” The silky voice heard Neville suddenly heard was so close that Neville let out a yelp. His large blue eyes caught sight of Draco and he calmed down a bit, still trembling. “Wha- -?” Neville said in confusion. Draco sighed, and sat down on the window seat, facing Neville. “What’s with the frog Longbottom?” his tone serious, and Neville wondered if he saw a glimmer of a bit of concern flicker about in the cold silver of Draco\'s eyes. Pale fingers pushed platinum locks out of his face and he looked at Neville seriously. “Why are you talking to a stuffed animal Longbottom? Don’t you have friends?” He raised an eyebrow, watching in bemusement as Neville squirmed under the pressure. “Well…I…see….It was a...present…” He finally spit the whole sentence out, avoiding eye contact with Draco. “A present? From who?” Draco was persistent, insisting on figuring out why Longbottom carted that damn stuffed toy around. “My parents” This was said very softly, Neville’s eyes studying the pattern of the cushion with mock interest. “Oh.” Draco paled slightly. He had heard many times how his father had been at that specific meeting. It was one of his father’s most told Death Eater stories. How he and Barty Crouch had been the ones to cause the downfall of Frank Longbottom, the famed Auror. They sat in an awkward silence for a moment before Draco spoke up. “Well, I’m going to shower, I have rounds at midnight so I need rest.” Draco sat there for a moment, not moving, then suddenly leaned forward, awkwardly embracing Neville, and earning a sharp intake of breath from the Gryffindor. It was a weak hug, but it was enough to send jolts of electricity through very nerve in Neville\'s body. Neville leaned against Draco, letting his potion affected self take over. Draco could feel some of his self control melting and he cursed inwardly. Shoving Neville off, he sneered. “Don’t think I enjoyed this tete-a-tete or anything Neville, I’m obligated.” Neville nods numbly, turning to look out the window again. He could hear Draco shuffling around and collecting his things, the click of the bathroom door shutting, and finally the sound of water spattering on porcelain. Silent tears once again crossed the familiar path down his cheeks. Neville began his silent, self-woe mantra in his head yet again. Why me…why me…
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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 an interesting day in potions class, Neville’s perspective on a fellow classmate changes from one extreme to the other, and interesting events follow
Chapter Three – Moonlight Conversations
Faltering just outside the entryway to their new combined quarters, Neville\'s confidence wavers (as it often does). The quiet, soft-spoken tenor tones of the shy boy tumble forth beneath his breath, worry written through doe eyes rimmed with concern. “What if he doesn\'t like me? No, I already know he hates me. What\'s going to happen to us? Will he tell all his friends? What if he doesn\'t like Toby?” With this last inquiry to himself, his right arm squeezed more tightly on his most precious baggage parcel: his frog-shaped stuffed animal. True, Toby was practically in tatters, but it was all he had left of his Mother and Father; a gift to him as a baby, one that had often been played with by the small family before the dark lord had ripped them so brutally apart. Like Toby\'s seams. Shaking his head lightly, Neville re-adjusted his grip on his four duffel bags, whispered the password to slide the wall back. He intended to shuffle in and retire quietly when Draco\'s cool voice was heard, calling out and foiling any plan Neville had to slink away. “What Longbottom…no hello kiss?” Silver eyes stared down at Neville, who was trembling for multiple reasons. One, Draco scared him out of his wits. Two, Draco seemed to wake warmth in his navel he had never experienced before. The combination of Draco’s biting comment and his closeness left Neville to melt into a quiver mess. “I - - Uh…” Neville was at a loss of words, his large blue eyes looking up, pleading with Draco not to push him further. But of course, Draco was a Slytherin and being so; he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to comment on the stuffed play toy. He shed hed the stuffed toy from Neville’s clutch, examining it with interest. “What’s this? Couldn’t keep track of the real thing so you bought a stuffed one?” He said this with a sneer then forcefully shoved the toy back into Neville’s hands. Neville let out a small whimper, causing Draco’s sneer to falter for a brief second before waving his hand down the hallway. “The bedroom is the last door on the left…” Deciding that this was all he wanted to say, he turned on heel and left Neville whimpering and lost in the entrance room…
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The cool night air fluttered the curtain, the full moon visible through the large, open, picture window. Neville sat on the window seat, his back against the wall, looking out into the darkness with a sigh. Why him? Why did he always have to get into these kinds of situations? Silent tears rolled down his cheeks and he looked down at Toby, his only real friend. “Why does he hate me Toby? What did I ever do to make him angry at me?” He sighed leaning his head back against the wall, sniffling.
He was unaware when Draco quietly entered the room, and continued talking. “It’s not like I ever provoke him…or even did this intentionally…what did I do wrong…” His tears flowed silently down his cheeks, not aware of how close Draco was coming. “First off…you keep talking to that frog….” The silky voice heard Neville suddenly heard was so close that Neville let out a yelp. His large blue eyes caught sight of Draco and he calmed down a bit, still trembling. “Wha- -?” Neville said in confusion. Draco sighed, and sat down on the window seat, facing Neville. “What’s with the frog Longbottom?” his tone serious, and Neville wondered if he saw a glimmer of a bit of concern flicker about in the cold silver of Draco\'s eyes. Pale fingers pushed platinum locks out of his face and he looked at Neville seriously. “Why are you talking to a stuffed animal Longbottom? Don’t you have friends?” He raised an eyebrow, watching in bemusement as Neville squirmed under the pressure. “Well…I…see….It was a...present…” He finally spit the whole sentence out, avoiding eye contact with Draco. “A present? From who?” Draco was persistent, insisting on figuring out why Longbottom carted that damn stuffed toy around. “My parents” This was said very softly, Neville’s eyes studying the pattern of the cushion with mock interest. “Oh.” Draco paled slightly. He had heard many times how his father had been at that specific meeting. It was one of his father’s most told Death Eater stories. How he and Barty Crouch had been the ones to cause the downfall of Frank Longbottom, the famed Auror. They sat in an awkward silence for a moment before Draco spoke up. “Well, I’m going to shower, I have rounds at midnight so I need rest.” Draco sat there for a moment, not moving, then suddenly leaned forward, awkwardly embracing Neville, and earning a sharp intake of breath from the Gryffindor. It was a weak hug, but it was enough to send jolts of electricity through very nerve in Neville\'s body. Neville leaned against Draco, letting his potion affected self take over. Draco could feel some of his self control melting and he cursed inwardly. Shoving Neville off, he sneered. “Don’t think I enjoyed this tete-a-tete or anything Neville, I’m obligated.” Neville nods numbly, turning to look out the window again. He could hear Draco shuffling around and collecting his things, the click of the bathroom door shutting, and finally the sound of water spattering on porcelain. Silent tears once again crossed the familiar path down his cheeks. Neville began his silent, self-woe mantra in his head yet again. Why me…why me…
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