It can\'t be true!

Draco flashed his thousand watt smile at Neville… the smile that he hadn’t used since he was ten years old. It hurt the muscles in his face.

“Great! Um… Wait right here! I’m gonna go get our bags! I’ll be right back!” Draco said as he walked off.

Neville stood still as he watched the retreating back. ‘He’s kind of cute,’ he thought to himself. ‘… and he has the most terrific arse- I had better stop that train of thought before I embarrass myself!’

“I told you he didn’t bite,” came the smug voice behind Neville. “On the contrary… he’s quite adorable when you think about it.”

Rolling his eyes, he turned to face a grinning Harry. “Is that all you have to say to me, cause if it is, I don’t want to hear it.”

Harry held up his hands in mock- surrender. “Chill. I was just commenting truthfully. Suddenly, he was serious. “What are you going to do about it?”

He shrugged his shoulders and thrust his hands into his pockets. “I don’t know yet. To tell you the truth, I’ve never really thought of him that way. It just didn’t seem to be a possibility. And until recently, he had always been Malfoy, ‘the sadistic prick’. After the final battle, he was Malfoy, ‘the sadistic prick with a heart’.

Smiling, Harry nodded in agreement. “You got that right. But with all that’s said and done, it boils down to one thing… he does have a heart and you have been a part of it for a long time.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I had no idea,” he said raking his fingers through his hair again.

“You weren’t suppose to. Well, I better go and look for chaperone.”

Neville grinned. “Does he has greasy hair and loved to intimidate the students?”

A dreamy expression took over Harry’s face. “Oh, yes! And he has the most terrific- mmph!” A hand had closed over his mouth.

“That will be all, Mr. Potter!” said the snarky but embarrassed voice.

Neville’s face pinkened just a bit. Harry’s almost comment was much reminisced to his own thoughts.

Grabbing Harry’s earlobe between forefinger and thumb, he dragged his irate love away.

He shook his head in amusement and leaned against the jeweler’s window. Out the corner of his eye he noticed something bright and turned to look at it more clearly. It was a pair of platinum earrings. They were supposed to dangle when put on. The shape of the earrings made him smile. They were toads with red rubies for eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Draco asked coming up beside him.

Neville was startled. “Nothing!” he said quickly. Quickly changing the subject… “Let’s go get our rooms. I’m sure you’re tired of holding our bags.”

Draco frowned and glanced out the corner of his eye at the window. He didn’t see much, so he decided he was going to come back to look. “Alright. Are you tired?”

“A bit…”

Together, they walked back to The Leakey Cauldron.

“Ah, Neville and Mr. Malfoy… Come to rent a room?” the innkeeper asked.

“Two rooms, please?” Draco said pulling out a small pouch.

Tom shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. You see… Dumbledore said that each student must have another person bunking with them… be it male or female.” He grinned.

Under his breath, Draco began cursing Dumbledore’s name. “That meddling, good for nothing, old coot! So that was what he was up to!” he whispered.

“Huh?” Neville looked confused.

“Nothing,” he shook his head. “Ok, Tom… a single room with two beds, please.”

Tom bit his lip to keep from laughing at the seriously, annoyed Malfoy. “So sorry… we only have single beds left. You two came in late. Everyone else has already checked in and is out the door again.” The actual truth was that he did have more double bed rooms left, but Albus specifically told him, he was to give Draco and Neville a single bed that they will have to share. That and the fact that he was getting so much joy in aggravating Draco Malfoy!

Neville watched as Draco’s left eye began to twitch. The blond boy balled up his fist and took a step forward.

Putting himself between Draco and the innkeeper, Neville took over. “We’ll take it!” he said decisively.

Draco looked up at him in surprise.

Shrugging, Neville placed his hands in his pocket. “Look, its no big deal! We’re both boys… I’m sure we can handle sharing a bed.”

Tom hid his grin behind his hand. “Wonderful! Now let’s see… you two will be in room 313. Here’s your key! Enjoy your stay!”

Neville and Draco made their way up to their room. Neville placed his hand on the knob and turned it. But before he could open the door, Draco placed his hand on top of his stopping him.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? I… well I… I just don’t want you to think I had anything to do with this,” Draco said softly.

“Why would I think that?”

“Surely you must know that I like you… more than a little bit?”

“Draco…” he started but Draco hushed him by placing a finger on his lips.

The blond boy stepped up to the taller boy until they were flushed against each other. “Shh, you don’t have to make a decision right now or any time soon. Just let me be with you for a bit.”

Gulping, Neville gazed down into those stormy gray eyes. He nodded. “Yes.”

Draco stood on his tip toes and gently kissed his cheek. “I’ll be back to get you for dinner. Get some rest,” he said with another kiss and sauntered off down the stairs.

Neville entered the room and collapsed against the door. He slid down its length until he was on the floor.



Early that evening, Draco came back just he promised. He knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Neville called out.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yep!”



Draco giggled as he got to his feet unsteady. The other boy automatically put his arm around him to keep him upright. “You are tipsy,” he stated the obvious to Draco.

“Tipsy with love!” he replied cheerfully and tried to kiss him on the cheek.

Neville snickered at the reply. “Oh, you are so going to hate yourself in the morning!”

“Hmm…” Draco nuzzled against him. He put his head in the crook of his neck. “You smell so nice…”

“You said that this morning.”

“I know… and you smell just as good as you did this morning!”

“You were awake?”

“Of course I was! You don’t honestly think that I was going to miss being cuddled up against you, do you?”

Neville laughed. “Why you sneaky dragon! You had it all worked out!”

“Of course! I am a Malfoy after all!”

With Neville helping him they finally made it back to their room.

Draco stumbled out of his arms and unto the bed. “I’m so sleepy!” he announced.

Neville began to take off Draco’s shoes and socks. Next he took off the shirt and last, he took off his pants and had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing at his boxers.

The boxers were black and had little cupid angels flying with love bows. And every now and then the angels would disappear and in its place are the words, Neville Longbottom!

Draco turned over unto his back and stared up at him. “Yeah, you can say you’re an obsession of mine.”

“Hush Draco… Go to sleep,” he commanded as he pulled the covers over him.

“Will you stay with me?” he asked in a childlike voice, sleepily.

“Until I die,” he whispered softly to the sleeping dragon.

Neville stripped down to his boxers and climbed in beside him. He took Draco into his arms and for the first time since the war ended fell right to sleep.



Neville was jolted awake when something in his arms began to stir awake. Automatically, he tightened his arms around the warmth and tried to go back to sleep.

“Neville…!” Draco whined. “I have to pee!”

“Well, pee on the bed! I don’t care!” he said sleepily.

He grumbled. “I guess I can hold it…”

And he did, but after ten minutes of him moving around constantly, Neville finally let him go. “Go pee pee!”

“Yea!”

“You sound too happy for it to be two in morning,” he grumbled.

Draco climbed out of the bed and ran to the bathroom. Neville interlaced his fingers and lay his head on them. He thought back to the day he had. It was definitely different from start to finish.

\"Hey, Nev?\" Draco called from the bathroom.

“Huh!” he called out.

“Can you hand me a towel? I want to wash my face. They’re on the dresser!”

Neville got up, retrieved the towel, and enter the bathroom where he dropped the towel in shock. Standing in the middle of the bathroom was a very naked Draco Malfoy!

“Wha?!”

Blushing shyly, Draco walked up to Neville and interlaced his fingers around his neck. “I was kind of hoping, you will join me for a bath in the tub.”

Blinking back his shock, he set Draco away from him much to Draco’s disappointment. Draco held his head down and shuffled his feet a bit in embarrassment.

Neville put his forefinger under Draco’s chin and tilted his head up to his. Slowly, almost reverently, he brought his lips down to rest upon the other boy’s lips. Pulling back, he stared down at the boy. Draco had his eyes closed and he was hardly breathing.

“You are beautiful…” Neville whispered into his ears. “I would love to join you in the tub.”

Opening his story gray eyes, he nodded. He put his hands on the waistband of Neville’s shorts and looked up at him asking a silent question.

“Go ahead.”

The blond boy slowly lowered the taller boy’s shorts. He lowered himself onto his knees to take them off the rest of the way. Briefly, he laid his head on his thigh, scant inches away from his groin.

Neville moaned as he felt Draco’s breath on his thighs. He ran his fingers through the blond boy’s hair before he bent down and scooped him into his arms.

Draco threw his arms around his neck, loving the feel of Neville’s arms around him.

Neville carried him to the tub and carefully lowered him into the steamy water, got in behind him, and pulled him into his arms.

Draco had already filled the tub magically with water.

Neville grabbed the soap and began lathering Draco’s arms and chest. Draco relaxed against his with a sigh and closed his eyes to better the sensation. Slowly, Nev ran the towel over his arms and was rewarded when he felt the other boy shiver.

“Hmm…” he moaned softly. He turned in his arms until he was facing Neville. He loped his arms around his neck and pulled their young, wet bodies flushed up against each other. “Much better,” he murmured before he pulled him down for a heart stopping kiss.

Draco began to rock his hips against Nev’s hips.

“Shit!”

Giggling, he up the rhythm. The sound of their cocks sliding against the other in the water was enough to make him want to come.

“Dra…. Dra… Draco!”

The blond boy attached his teeth to his earlobe. Breathing harshly, never breaking the rhythm, “I want you inside me,” he breathed. He wrapped his legs around his waist and rocked harder. “Now!”

Neville bent forward and latched his mouth unto a nipple. He was gratified when Draco screamed in pleasure.

“Now!” Draco demanded as his dance began to loose control. “Please!”

Nev trailed his finger from his chest, down the long expanse that was his torso, until finally it rested on the top of his prick.

Draco was sobbing now. “Please, I need you so much! I don’t need prep or foreplay! I need you!”

Neville lifted the smaller boy into the air a bit and inserted a finger into his entrance. He moved his finger in and out until Draco was once again pleading with him. He added in a second fingered and began to scissor them to stretch the hole. Draco placed his hands on his shoulders and held on tightly to him. Soon, when Neville felt that he was relaxed enough, he added in the third.

The blond boy screamed again when he felt him brush against his pleasure nub.

“Please, fuck me!”

Neville guided Draco to his shaft and slowly began to lower him onto it. But Draco wasn’t having any of that! He impaled himself on it and squeezed his muscles.

“Oh shit, oh fuck!” Nev exclaimed as he grabbed his hips and moved him up and down. “Draco… did that… oh shit!… Do that again!… hurt?”

Draco used his shoulder’s for leverage as he rode that thick cock inside him. “No! I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer!”

Neville grabbed his Draco’s cock and squeezed it. “Come for me, dragon!”

“I love you!” he screamed as he came.

That was enough to send Nev over the edge. Holding his hips still on top of him, he came coating Draco’s insides with warmth.

Draco grew limp and collapsed against his chest.

It took a while for Neville to realized that Draco had fainted! Chuckling, he climbed the tub with Draco in his arms and wrapped him in a towel. Naked, he walked back into their room and climbed into bed.

He took Draco back in his arms and fell asleep.



A bloodcurdling scream resounded through the inn and woke up the sleeping couple.

“Oh god! Tell me it isn’t true!” yelled a shrill female voice who Neville knew to be Pansy Parkinson.

Draco cuddled up closer to Neville and went back to sleep. Neville looked to see that their door was open and that there was a large group of Sixth and Seventh years peering into their room. He groaned and closed his eyes again. ‘How could I have forgotten to lock the door,’ he berated himself.

“C’mon, c’mon! There’s nothing to see here! Show’s over!” Harry yelled as he tried to hustle everyone out.

“Move!” Snape barked at the gawking students when they didn’t leave on their own.

The students scattered like ants.

Harry grinned at them before he closed the door giving them their privacy.

“Did you mind?” came the softly spoken Draco.

Smiling tenderly, he shook his head. “No, I didn’t mind. I’m not ashamed of what I am and what you are. If I could I’d shout it for all the world to hear. I love you.”

“I love you too…”

“But…?” Neville persisted.

Draco bit his bottom lip. “…I wonder if we have time for a quickie!”





The end!