Abnegare Caritas
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,930
Reviews:
6
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Tricks Of The Subconsious Mind
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
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 Four – tricks of the sub-conscious mind
The hot water stung the flesh of his back, but Draco didn’t care. He leaned against the side of the stall, letting the water beat upon him. Why did Neville have this effect on him? Making him want to be…*nice*. It was horrible. Whenever he was around Neville he just wanted to cradle him, and tell him everything would be okay. But that was wrong. Malfoys don’t show sympathy. They don’t show compassion. It was weak, it was wrong. He banged a clenched fist on the marble side of the stall, cursing out loud. “FUCK!” He snarled angrily, and turned around shutting the water off. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped the large, green bathrobe around his pale body, searching around the bathroom until his found his wand. Casting a drying spell on his hair, he let it hang loose, liking that better than slicked back. Draco tracked back to his previous train of thought, realizing just how bad he had it. He had to put up with Neville until the counter-potion could be brewed. Damn. He swore inwardly a few more times, muttering as he pulled on his black silk pajama bottoms. Looking in the mirror he smirked smugly. His pale chest was defined and toned, thanks to Quidditch. He decided not to put on a shirt. He could let Neville drool, after all its not like Longbottom would dare touch him without permission. Smirking at this thought, he exited the bathroom, strolling into the bedroom. He found himself feeling slightly disappointed when he spotted Neville, already asleep on the bed. He shrugged to himself and climbed into the other side of the bed, making sure to be as far away from Neville as possible. He set an alarm charm and then settled back into the cool silken pillows. This was going to be a long night…
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The morning rays of sunshine, trickled through the velvet curtain hangings around the large bed. Draco woke lowllowly, blinking a few times. It was…warm. He blinked a few more times, trying to figure out the source of the warmth. He looked down and stifled a cry of shock. There was Neville Longbottom, clear as day, *snuggling* across his chest and abdomen. He shuddered, and attempted to slide out from under Neville, but stopped. Bad idea. Sliding caused friction. Friction, caused problems. Bad problems. He rolled his eyes when he realized how…nice he was being. Roughly shoving Neville off his chest he bellowed a wake up call to the Gryffindor. “Longbottom! WAKE UP!!!” He scoffed in disgust. Getting up and striding over to the other side of the room, he searched through his closet, now in a very foul mood. He didn’t enjoy waking up with one hundred and fifty pounds of Gryffindor sprawled across him. Neville sat up in bed, blinking in sleepy confusion. What was going on? One minute he had been sleeping, and the next Draco was hollering at him. Could he have possibly done something wrong in his sleep? He fumbled around in the bedding until he found Toby in the warm depths of the sheets. Draco muttered a few curse words at his closet and turned around. Glaring daggers at Neville he stormed into the bathroom, shutting the door with a bang. He furrowed his brow in confusion and hurt then got out of bed, setting Toby on his nightstand. This was going to be a long day.
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A/N: SO SORRY! I have been internetally dead for a while, but have no fear! I am back! This is just kinda a filler chapter, I have plans for these two!!
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
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 Four – tricks of the sub-conscious mind
The hot water stung the flesh of his back, but Draco didn’t care. He leaned against the side of the stall, letting the water beat upon him. Why did Neville have this effect on him? Making him want to be…*nice*. It was horrible. Whenever he was around Neville he just wanted to cradle him, and tell him everything would be okay. But that was wrong. Malfoys don’t show sympathy. They don’t show compassion. It was weak, it was wrong. He banged a clenched fist on the marble side of the stall, cursing out loud. “FUCK!” He snarled angrily, and turned around shutting the water off. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped the large, green bathrobe around his pale body, searching around the bathroom until his found his wand. Casting a drying spell on his hair, he let it hang loose, liking that better than slicked back. Draco tracked back to his previous train of thought, realizing just how bad he had it. He had to put up with Neville until the counter-potion could be brewed. Damn. He swore inwardly a few more times, muttering as he pulled on his black silk pajama bottoms. Looking in the mirror he smirked smugly. His pale chest was defined and toned, thanks to Quidditch. He decided not to put on a shirt. He could let Neville drool, after all its not like Longbottom would dare touch him without permission. Smirking at this thought, he exited the bathroom, strolling into the bedroom. He found himself feeling slightly disappointed when he spotted Neville, already asleep on the bed. He shrugged to himself and climbed into the other side of the bed, making sure to be as far away from Neville as possible. He set an alarm charm and then settled back into the cool silken pillows. This was going to be a long night…
+ - + - + - + - +
The morning rays of sunshine, trickled through the velvet curtain hangings around the large bed. Draco woke lowllowly, blinking a few times. It was…warm. He blinked a few more times, trying to figure out the source of the warmth. He looked down and stifled a cry of shock. There was Neville Longbottom, clear as day, *snuggling* across his chest and abdomen. He shuddered, and attempted to slide out from under Neville, but stopped. Bad idea. Sliding caused friction. Friction, caused problems. Bad problems. He rolled his eyes when he realized how…nice he was being. Roughly shoving Neville off his chest he bellowed a wake up call to the Gryffindor. “Longbottom! WAKE UP!!!” He scoffed in disgust. Getting up and striding over to the other side of the room, he searched through his closet, now in a very foul mood. He didn’t enjoy waking up with one hundred and fifty pounds of Gryffindor sprawled across him. Neville sat up in bed, blinking in sleepy confusion. What was going on? One minute he had been sleeping, and the next Draco was hollering at him. Could he have possibly done something wrong in his sleep? He fumbled around in the bedding until he found Toby in the warm depths of the sheets. Draco muttered a few curse words at his closet and turned around. Glaring daggers at Neville he stormed into the bathroom, shutting the door with a bang. He furrowed his brow in confusion and hurt then got out of bed, setting Toby on his nightstand. This was going to be a long day.
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A/N: SO SORRY! I have been internetally dead for a while, but have no fear! I am back! This is just kinda a filler chapter, I have plans for these two!!