Summer Friends

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A/N: It’s not great, not much plot, not much smut, but it was something I wanted to get out before HBP comes out and ruins everything. *Snort*

If you read my SS/HP fic when Harry enters sixth year and confesses that he is gay you might have noticed that Snape mentions that he saw how Draco and Neville got together although he won’t tell Harry the story. Well this is that story...so pay attention Harry!

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“Gran do we have to go?” Neville asked his Grandmother for the fourth time that morning. They were walking along a long dusty road, there were a few houses scattered here and there but mostly it was just a lot of land. Neville had never gone with his Gran when she went see to see Professor Snape- which she did every summer- but Gran had insisted he come this time as she wanted to see if Snape would be persuaded in letting Neville into NEWT Potions.

“Of course we do. Professor Snape has a potion to give me for my warts besides if you make nice with the professor perhaps he will let you into that NEWT class you wanted to be in so badly.” Neville’s Grandmother said.

“I don’t want to…”

“Of course you do. You want to be an Auror like your father don’t you?”

“Yes Gran.” Neville sighed. He didn’t really want to be an Auror but he didn’t want to disappoint his grandmother nor did he want to disappoint his parents-not that they would know either way.

Soon Gran started toward a house; it was a fairly decent sized two-story house certainly no manor but no shack either. Its white paint was peeling, had a rickety looking fence with gate, and it looked like the windows could do with some repairing but it did have a very nice lawn and, from what Neville could see, a well kept backyard garden.

“This is Professor Snape’s House?” Neville said as they walked up the steps of the deteriorating house.

“Yes Dear.” Neville’s Gran replied impatiently as she knocked on the door.

“I always thought it would be bigger.” Neville muttered to himself.

“Yes.” Snape’s head stuck out the door so suddenly that Neville found himself jumping back.

“Severus!” Gran said joyfully.

“Oh. It’s you Mrs. Longbottom. Come in.” Snape said and moved aside. He frowned when he saw Neville.

“Ah, Severus, you’re house looks as lovely as ever.” Gran said looking around. Neville was shocked, he had not expected such a lovely interior after seeing the outside but he supposed that- like potions- it’s what’s inside that counts.

“You really keep it in tip-top shape,” Gran continued, “Especially for being a bachelor, well, most bachelors keep messy houses.”

“Yes well it is hard but it is necessary. It’d be a whole lot easier if I could just borrow the Hogwart’s Houselfs.” Snape sighed

“Yes well shall we get started then?” Gran smiled.

“Yes,” He said and then pointed at Neville, “You go play in my backyard. I have too many breakable items in my house for the likes of you. Besides Sprout tells me you are not so clumsy when surrounded by plants.”

Neville nodded and in a near sprint headed out the back door. Play! What did he mean play? Neville didn’t ‘play’ anymore. How dare he! If I wasn’t so bl….

Neville came to an abrupt halt. The variety of plants in the backyard astonished him. **The plants included Begonias, Mandrakes (Neville gave a small shudder), Holly, Cannabis, Equisetum telmateia (Giant horsetail), Viburnum lantana (Wayfaring Tree), Campanula lactiflora (Milky bellflower), Helleborus foetidus (Stinking hellebore), Malus pumila (crab apple), Papaver argemone (Prickly poppy) and right in the middle of it all was a crude yet elegant fountain/statue of a unicorn trampling a house-elf.

Neville ignored the statue and had bent over to inspect the Campanula lactiflora when he heard a loud pop. He knew that sound of course, someone had just apparated nearby.

“Malfoy!” Neville shrieked when he turned around and saw the tall skinny blonde standing next to the statue.

“What the hell are you doing here Longbottom? Did you get lost on your way for that Brain Transplant?” Malfoy sneered, clearly surprised and upset at finding him there.

“Fuck off Malfoy.” Neville spat, if there was one thing he was determined to do it was to stop letting Malfoy get the best of him.

“Are you kidding,” Malfoy lifted his eyebrow, “This is my territory Longbottom, this is my Head of House’s house, those are my Begonias- I planted them last year, and this,” Malfoy pointed over to the fountain, “is a gift that I gave to Severus.”

“Figures. What are you doing here Malfoy,” Neville said.

“Stupid Gryffindor. I told you. This. Is. My. Territory. I have a right to be here whenever I damn well please to.” Malfoy sneered advancing on the Gryffindor.

“Shut up Malfoy.”

“What did you say?” Malfoy took another step closer.

“I said to shut up!” Neville said reaching for his wand, which unfortunately fell to the ground.

Malfoy grabbed his own wand from his pocket and pointed it at Neville, “Don’t you ever talk to me that way again, Mudblood lover.”

“Stop fighting!” Snape head had popped out of a second story window causing both boys to jump. “Stupefy!”
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”What the hell Snape!” Draco spat as his Head of House lifted him up from the ground.

“I didn’t want you to kill each other whist in my gardens.”

“So you curse us!”

“It wasn’t a curse Mr. Malfoy…if it had been you would have known.”

“Longbottom,” Snape bellowed to a great lump on the floor that was still recovering.

“Y-yes Professor.”

“Get off the ground!”

Neville rolled his eyes, he wouldn’t be on the ground if Snape hadn’t stunned him.

“Now,” Snape said as Neville got to his feet and Draco sneered at him, “You have no reason to be fighting, you are not in school, therefore have no reason to be participating in any petty house-rivalry, but even if you were you are a prefect Draco and should know better, besides if you stop getting into fights you are, unless we all die by then, a shoe-in for Head Boy.”

“Shoe in?” Draco lifted an eyebrow.

“Muggle expression. I suppose I picked it up during a raid.” Snape said with a frown.

“Nice to know you listen to your victims before you kill them,” Draco snorted.

Snape thought for a moment then said, “Alright come with me. Both of you.”

Snape, with Draco at his side and Neville behind him walked into the house, and past the kitchens. On the way Neville saw that Snape had a fairly decent sized kitchen; it didn’t look like it was used much though but then again Snape probably didn’t eat very much.

“I discussed it with your Grandmother,” Snape said to Neville as they left the kitchens, “and she agreed.”

“Agreed to what?” Neville asked slightly nervous.

Snape didn’t answer and led the boys into a small empty, aside from a table and two chairs, room. “You will stay in here until you can get along. You are in the same side of the war and you…”

“I’m not on any side!” Snarled Draco.

“Oh really? I think you are. I’ll owl your mother and tell her you will be here.” Snape said to Draco as he put himself between the doorway and the boys.

“Not that she’d care.” Draco pouted.

Snape said nothing but closed and locked the door and left the boys behind.

Draco sat upon one of the chairs and picked at his nails, Neville took the other chair and stared blankly at the wall.

There was not a sound in the room, aside from the occasionally clearing of the throat by Draco and the hard swallowing by Neville, until several hours later when the door slammed open.

Snape was back. He cleared his throat and said, “Clearly you boys are going to need more than one day to work through your differences. Return tomorrow, your guardians already know.”

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The next day Draco and Neville returned. This time Draco brought some books with him and Neville a Yo-Yo.

After a few hours of reading Draco looked up and saw Neville struggling to untangle the yo-yo.

“What the hell is that?” Draco said indicating the yo-yo.

“Toy.” Neville said still struggling to untangle the blasted thing.

“A Muggle Toy?” Draco asked it had to be he had never seen one before and he knew that he had ever single Wizarding toy made.

“Yep.” Neville answered.

“Disgusting” Draco sneered and went back to his reading.

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The next day they met again. This time both boys had brought there summer homework with them.

“Do we have to?” Draco asked Snape as he entered the room.

“Yes Draco. Wand please.”

“Yeah,” Draco handed Snape his wand, “I don’t see the point though.”

“Childhood animosity is silly and something that is inconsequential during times like these. You must make friends with your allies and allies with as many people as possible.”

“And if that’s true why didn’t you become friends with Black!” Draco said, knowing that just the mention of the name made Snape loose his temper.

Snape snatched the wand from Neville’s hand and then took off without another word. Neville stared at Draco with wonder for a moment before taking his seat.

After working for a few hours Neville became fatigued and looked over to Draco who was working on reading a chapter from his new Charms book entitled ‘NEWT Charms When Swish and Flick Becomes Deadly’

“Wh-Whu-what.” Neville tried to ask Draco how many owls he had received, as Hogwarts had sent the results out that morning, but found that he lost his voice.

“’wh-whu-what’ Gods your stupid.” Malfoy sneered.

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A week later and there was still no improvement in the boys’ behavior toward each other but nonetheless Snape continued to force the boys to spend eight hours every week day together; he figured he should allow them the weekend to rejuvenate. It was an exceptionally hot Wednesday and Snape had been kind enough to put a cooling charm inside the small room when Neville decided to talk to Draco again.

Neville was staring glumly at his potions book; it really made absolutely no sense at all. Sighing he closed the book and looked over at Draco who was in the middle of what looked like an essay for History of Magic.

“What did you get in your OWLS?” Neville asked.

“What?!” Draco was clearly shocked at the sudden question.

“What did you get in your OWLS,” Neville repeated, “I was going trying to ask you last week but then, well, I didn’t...So, how many O’s did you get?”

“I got O’s in Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, Herbology, History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts.” Malfoy smirked

“You got an O in History of Magic! I didn’t think that was possible. I mean, you actually pay attention to Professor Binns!!” Neville gasped.

“Of course I don’t pay attention to Binns, but father mak-um- Well, what did you get O’s in,” Draco smirked, “That is if you got any.”

“I did.” Neville said politely, “In Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures and er…Potions.”

“Potions! You’re kidding!”

“No.” Neville blushed, “I don’t know how I managed an O in Potions but well I did. Actually I was thinking that whoever did the grading doesn’t like me so they qualified me for NEWT Potions.”

“Well it’s optional. Just because you qualified doesn’t mean you have to take it.” Draco said matter-of-factly.

“I know but my gran…um.” Neville stopped, he didn’t know why he was just about to reveal to Draco his need to please his family.

Neither boy spoke the rest of the day and when Snape went to collect them Neville just muttered a ‘bye,’ and Draco just grunted. The small exchange however was enough to make Snape smirk in satisfaction.
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The next day not only was it raining but it was thundering; heavy dark clouds that came with a sudden change in the wind loomed over Snape’s house but inside there was a calm simmering of potions and light sounds of books turning.

Sitting in the middle of the table that Draco and Neville had been sitting out every week day for the last week was a new wizard’s chess set but neither boy payed it any attention.

“I talked to Crabbe and Goyle yesterday.” Draco said suddenly breaking the silence in the room.

Neville nodded, not sure about what he should say after what seemed to be a random statement.

“They’re so stupid,” Draco laughed, “They were grounded all weekend because neither of them got any O’s on their OWLS. I suppose I should have guessed but still.”

“Not even one?!” Neville said. He knew Crabbe and Goyle were idiots but he thought that they could manage at least one O. He managed three after all.

“That’s what I said!” Draco snapped.

Neville nodded and then said, “Want to play chess? I’m not good at it but at least we can waste some time.”

“Of course not!” Draco sneered and then buried himself in a book.

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It was still raining the next day but the thundering had thankfully stopped. Both Draco and Neville were working on NEWT Potions essays.

“I can’t believe Bloody Snape actually wants us to write five freaking reports ready to turn in when school starts!” Draco grumbled.

“I know. I hope he doesn’t make this a huge part of our grade. It makes me really nervous.” Neville admitted.

“Well I’m not. I mean, he probably just wants to scare as many students away before class starts as possible.” Draco said smirking.

“So, you don’t think we’ll have to turn them in?” Neville asked hopefully.

“Oh, we will have to turn them in but I don’t think that Snape assigned them because he’s interested in us learning.”

Neville sighed and went back to his essay.

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By the next day the sun had come back out but it didn’t really matter as Neville knew he had to spend the day stuck in a room with Malfoy. However when he arrived at Snape’s Snape said, “It’s a nice day and I don’t think that you’d like to stay inside so you can go out in the Gardens and pick weeds. I do not want any of my plants ruined however so NO magic.” There really was no choice in the matter, it wasn’t a suggestion it was a clear order.

“I don’t think he cares if we become friends, I think he just wanted us to do his manual labor.” Neville sighed as he pulled out a particularly nasty looking weed.

“I wouldn’t put it past him but I can’t blame him either. He practically has a whole house-elf between the two us.” Draco replied.

“In that case…Have you ever heard of Spew?”

“Spew?!”

“Er…well it’s S.P.E.W actually. It’s well, I don’t really remember but it’s something about elfish welfare, so they can get payed and get sick time and stuff.”

Malfoy snorted, “What crackpot came up with that idea?”

“Oh. Er. It was just something I read.” Neville lied

“Well, whoever it was, is an idiot. Everyone knows that elfs like to work for free and wouldn’t take a day off if you threatened them with clothes. But actually, I did have this one house elf, Dobby his name was, he was crazy. He actually wanted to be free…of course we Malfoys are high maintenance I suppose, especially my father.”

Neville laughed and continued the de-weeding.

They boys didn’t talk again until Snape came out and told the boys to leave; that’s when Neville smiled in Draco’s direction and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“um... Bye.” Draco answered wondering when he had started acting civilized toward mudblood lovers. .

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Draco was already seated at the table when Neville walked in the next day. “Hi.” Neville squeaked causing Draco to smile. As Neville passed him and rounded the table Draco had the sudden urge to take a peak at Neville’s arse. He had had a nice view of it as they sat outside the day before picking weeds but at the time he had insisted upon himself that he wasn’t *looking* it was just in the way.

“Want to play chess?” Neville asked when he had sat down.

“Ok.” Draco said.

They were mostly quite during the game; the only sounds, aside from the barbaric pieces mutilating each other, being ‘check,’ ‘check’ ‘your turn’ ‘check’ ‘bad move’ ‘check’ ‘ha’ ‘check’ and finally ‘checkmate’

“Easy.” Draco said looking down at the pieces, “You weren’t kidding Longbottom, you suck!”

Neville blushed, “Sorry.”

Draco blinked, why did he say sorry for? “What are you sorry for?”

“Well, I’m not really a good opponent.” Neville sighed.

“Oh.” Draco didn’t know what else to say but he found himself thinking, Longbottom’s kind of cute when he blushes.

“What to, I mean, I’m going to work on my potions essays. I’m still working on my first one.” Neville said.

“Oh. Do you want help?” Draco’s mouth hung open; did those words actually just come out of his mouth?

“Yeah that’d be great. Normally Her- um. That’d be great.” Neville did not want to mention Hermione’s name out of fear that Draco would stop being nice to him and he had to admit, he liked nice Draco.

So Draco helped Neville with the potion’s homework, and amazingly enough by the time Snape came to collect them Neville had finished two well-done essays.

“You can leave now.” Snape said shortly as he entered the room.

“I’ll see you on Monday Longbottom.” Snape said when they finally reached the front door.

Neville nodded and smiled goodbye to Draco before leaving. Draco half-smiled back and watched the clumsy forgetful Gryffindor walk away from the house.

Now, having a crush on Longbottom-er- Neville, which he had to admit to himself he did, was disturbing, but what truly scared him was that he couldn’t remember ever having a better Summer or nicer companion.

Draco was dragged out of his thoughts by Snape. “Do you want some tea before you go Draco?”

“Oh. Sure.”

“Do you. I mean. What do you think about gay people?” Draco said once Snape had sat down with his tea.

“I don’t see anything wrong with them. What about you?” Snape said.

“No. I don’t either.” Draco said sounding relieved.

“Good. Because I’ll have you know that I am gay.” Snape said bluntly.

“You are?!” Draco said disbelieving and nearly spilling his tea.

“Yes.”

“Does father know? He hates gay people.”

Snape snorted, “Really? Is that what Lucius told you? Hypocrite!”

“Hypo- do you mean? Is father gay?!”

“No. Bisexual. Yes. Certainly Bisexual.”

“How do you know?” Draco asked suspiciously

“Ah, well, that is between him and me.” After taking another drink of tea Snape changed the subject, “Have you finished your essays?”

“Yeah right! I’ve only got three done. Today Neville and I worked together on them so it slowed me down a bit but…”

“I can’t believe he got an O in potions,”

“I was surprised too…”

“He’s such an incompetent, foolish Gryffin-”

“Don’t.” Draco said sternly, surprising both himself and Snape.

“What?”

“I- uh-wow it’s getting late-I have to go.” Draco said sprinting outside and apparating home, leaving a very confused Severus Snape.

Draco ran into his bedroom as soon as he got home without even so much as a ‘hello’ to his mother. He stripped his clothes off until he had only his boxers on and plopped down into bed.

Staring at the ceiling everything that had happened that day went through his head.

He, Draco Malfoy, had just defended a Gryffindor and muggle loving friend of Harry Bloody Potter in front of Snape. He, Draco Malfoy had a crush on said Gryffindor. And worst of all, he, Draco Malfoy, was becoming friends with Longbottom. Neville Longbottom, son to Alice and Frank Longbottom. This was not good. Not good at all. He was going to have to put a stop to it.

The next day…

“Hey” Neville said brightly as he walked into the room.

“Hi.” Draco said shortly.

“Is something wrong?” Neville asked.

”No!” Draco snapped. And for the rest of the day whenever Neville tried to make any conversation whatsoever Draco stopped him, answered him shortly, or merely ignored him.
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The next day…

“Let’s ask Snape if we can hang out in his gardens.” Neville said. He had been quite unnerved by the quietness of the boy who he had started to think of as a potential friend.

“Why?” Draco sighed.

“Because it’s better then being stuck in here”

“No. Why. Why are you being nice to me.”

“Well.” Neville thought for a moment then said, “Aren’t we friends?”

“Of course not.” Draco snapped, “Why would I want to be friends with you.”

Neville looked downright broken-hearted at the words and quickly berried himself into a book.

“Look,” Draco sighed about an hour later, “I’m sorry. I-” He had never really apologized to anyone before. It was odd.

“I just thought-” Neville said clearly holding back tears, “That after yesterday, I mean, well you had been friendly and all, so…”

“I know. It’s just weird. If we were friends it’d be weird and…Well you know I don’t like your friends and obviously …” Draco sighed, he didn’t know what to say.

“I know you don’t like Harry, or Ron, or Hermione because she’s muggleborne but…” Neville sighed too; he also didn’t know what to say.

Silence filled the room for hours, neither boy knew quite what to say and neither felt up to doing homework.

“Okay. Here’s the deal. We can be friends just as long as we don’t tell anyone about it.” Draco said. There, a suitable compromise.

“Er- so basically we can’t be friends at school.” Neville frowned.

“I-er- ” but Draco was saved from answering when Snape opened the door, and said, “You may leave,” leaving once more to, the boys’ guessed, attend a potion.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. And. I- uh- maybe we can ask Snape to do his de-weeding.” Neville said.

“Yeah. That would be good.” Draco said, although much against his better judgment.

Neville smiled and picked up his pack. He had just thrown it over his shoulder when he noticed Draco looking at him oddly. Neville looked back into the grey eyes and suddenly felt something he never felt before. It was strange, scary and remotely exhilarating. Without thinking he approached Draco who was startled by the advanced and gasped. Neville then leaned forward and smashed his lips against Draco’s.

His mind swirled, he, Neville Longbottom was kissing Draco Malfoy, son to Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black, on the lips, and being kissed back.

When the kiss ended Neville moaned, “Mmm Draco,” before he could stop himself.

Draco paled, hastily threw his bag over his shoulders and fled.

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The next day…

“Sorry about…. you know.” Neville blushed as soon as he walked into the room, Snape quirked his eyebrow at the statement but then turned on his heal and left.

”Right. Let’s just not mention it again.” Draco said once Snape had left.

“Er-Deal.” Neville said smiling shyly.

The boys’ abandoned both the idea of de-weeding the garden and doing homework and settled for a chat and wizard’s chess.
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The next week….

Snape had informed the boys that as they were being civilized to each other that they would no longer be required to spend the day together. Surprising enough to Snape however the boys’ looked slightly disappointed at the news.

“We can’t tell anyone that we are friends...” Draco said as he packed his pack to leave.

“I know.” Neville sighed. Of course he knew, Draco mentioned it to him nearly every day.

“…but we can meet in the library.”

“huh?”

Draco frowned, “Li-br-ary Have you never been there? Stupid…”

“Fuck off Malfoy, of course I know where the library is.”

“Good. My friends hate the library so we’d never see them there.”

“Well that makes sense…but just because your friends are complete idiots doesn’t mean mine are. What about Hermion…”

“That Mudblood!”

”Draco!”

“Ehrgh. Just because I like you now doesn’t mean that I’m going to talk or be civilized toward your Gryffindor friends.”

“I don’t care if you’re nice to them. But THAT word is so…”

“I know.” Draco snapped, “It’s habit.”

Over the course of the next month Draco and Neville shared many secrets and had many conversations. Neville learned that Draco wasn’t going to follow his father’s footsteps and join the Death Eaters, and Draco learned that Neville had a obsession with making his father proud. Occasionally they met up in Snape’s backyard but usually they spent time in the back of Muggle Movie theaters because it was dark and no one would recognize them, or in coffee shops because they doubted anyone they knew would stop in.

They had become more then friends, but what exactly it was that they had become was still a mystery to the both of them.
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Walking into Flourish and Blott’s in early August Neville caught a sight of Draco. “Hi Drac-“ Neville began to say but was stopped when Draco yanked him by the collar towards him and then behind a bookshelf

“SShhh” Draco scolded, looking around the shelf, “Mother is around and she wouldn’t like me associating with people like you.”

“People like me? I’m pureblood…not that that should matter…” Neville said.

“No that’s not what I meant. *SIGH* Your family is known to be goody-goody muggle lovers and if Mother found out I was hanging out with you then she’d tell Father….and then he’d disown me.”

“Does it really matter? I mean you said that he can’t dictate you from Azkaban.”

“Do you really think the Dark Lord is going to just allow his faithful servants to rot in jail? Of course not, he has a plan to recruit the Dementors by Christmas and have his Death Eaters back by New Years.” Draco whispered.

“What? How do you know this? Why haven’t you told me before.”

“I just found out today”

“Have you told Sna-“

“SHHHh!” Draco said again, “Look, the Dark Lord has spies everywhere; it would not be wise to mention certain THINGS while we are out.”

“Oh, right.” Neville said.

“You should go. I’ll meet up with you in the garden around 7:00, okay?”

“Yeah. All right.” Neville said straightening his shirt.

That night at exactly 7:00pm Draco apparated into Snape’s garden.

“God Draco, I thought you weren’t going to show up,” Neville said as soon as he saw the blonde wizard.

“What? Why? It’s barely 7:00 now.” Draco frowned

“I know but you usually are early for everything so….I don’t know.” Neville said slightly embarrassed.

“I will inform Dumbledore…though I don’t know if he will trust the information given the source.” Snape said after Draco had told him what he overheard his mother and her friends talking about.

Draco snorted.

“I’m going to go upstairs and floo-call him and see if I can get him to come over. I believe you two can show yourselves out.” Snape said already retreating upstairs.

“Yeah.” Draco said, taking the not so subtle hint to leave.

“Okay. I’ll see you later. Bye.” Neville said but before he could turn to leave Draco reached out for him and pulled him towards him for the second time that day. “What?” Neville asked.

Draco didn’t say anything but instead, like Neville had done almost a month and a half ago, smashed his lips against Neville’s.

This time the kiss was not bizarre and exploratory but needy and impatient.

Draco pulled away and panted “Gods Neville.”

“Mmm.” Neville said and this time pulled Draco into a kiss.

A noise from upstairs caused the boys’ to break apart flushed with embarrassment and arousal.

“You- you better go.” Draco said quickly as he heard Snape coming down the stairs again.

“Yeah. Okay. I’ll send you an owl.” Neville said still panting.

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The next day Neville sent Draco an owl inviting him to dinner, Draco declined but said he would come afterwards as he had something important to tell him.

When Draco arrived at Neville’s house they automatically, as if they had been doing it for years, said hello with a kiss; it wasn’t a passionate and fiery one but was still on the lips.

“I’ve got ice cream sandwiches.” Neville said as he pulled apart from Draco. Draco smiled and followed the round faced boy inside.

Draco found Neville’s house to be quite nice. It wasn’t as big as Malfoy manor but it was definitely livable. Once in the kitchen Neville took out a couple of ice cream sandwiches and offered a seat to Draco.

“Well, what did you want to tell me?” Neville said watching Draco sit down and then seductively unwrap the sandwich.

“Dumbledore said that he trusts me.” Draco said happily as he started licking around the ice cream sandwich.

“Really?” Neville sounded surprised.

“Thanks for being supportive.” Draco frowned

“No. I trust you Draco, I just didn’t think that Dumbledore- well- given what’s happened in the past…i..uhgh…nevermind.”

“That’s okay. Snape was surprised too but I figure that Dumbledore is just relieved that there is one more on his side.”
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A few days later the boys found themselves in Snape’s back yard de-weeding, er, or at least saying they were de-weeding the garden.

Neville had Draco leaned up against a hedge and was kissing him over and over again with much force and lust keeping Draco distracted from his hand that was sneaking it’s way UP Draco’s body. “Nev…” Draco moaned when Neville left his lips and began to nip and lick his neck.

Suddenly, Neville’s sneaky hand found what it was looking for and without so much as a warning, Neville tweaked Draco’s left nipple.

“Awhk.” Draco screeched.

“What kind of noise is that?” Neville smirked withdrawing his hand and taking a step backwards.

“The kind you make when a sweet little Gryffindor becomes feisty!” Draco laughed approaching Neville but before he could reinitiate the kissing Snape walked in.

“It’s getting late.” Snape said but quirked his eyebrows as if to question why the boys were flushed and panting.

“Can we talk Severus.” Draco said as he watched Neville leave.

“Very well.” Snape sighed. He made some tea and sat down in his arm chair waiting for Draco to began

Draco took one long sip of his own tea before be began to talk. “Okay. The thing is…I like Neville. I really really like him.”

“I See.” Snape was not too surprised, after all, they had been spending a lot of time together.

“What I mean is, I might, lo-love him.”

“Now don’t exaggerate Draco.” Snape frowned.

“I’m not. I just…when we kiss it’s so…special. And I really care for him and I feel like I don’t want to do anything unless he’s with me.”

“I won’t say you’re not in love, although I really doubt it, but you do know you’ll have to be extremely careful about any type of relationship you decide to pursue with him when you get back to school.”

“I know.” Draco said.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t be nicer to him at school.” Snape smirked, “I can even make you potion’s buddies.”

“Er-” Draco blushed, “I do like him, maybe even love, but, well, he sucks at potions.” Draco said.

Snape laughed, “Well I suppose I can always team you up with Miss. Granger.”

“Ack, No way! I’ll take Neville.”

Snape laughed again and then sobered up, “You can’t call her Mudblood if you want to keep Neville.”

“I know, we already talked about that, but the thing I am worried about is…well…now that I’m on your side, er, the light side, well, this doesn’t mean I have to be nice to Potter, does it?” Draco said worriedly.

Snape shuddered, “Potter?! Gods no! Thank Merlin.”
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A couple weeks passed and before they knew it there was only one day left of their summer holiday. Draco and Neville, both worried about the strain that school was going to put on their relationship rented a room in the Leaky Cauldron so they could spend their last day together, as Snape had already left to Hogwarts.

Tom seemed to understand young love and danger so when he heard that the boys’ didn’t want to be seen together he gladly helped the two get a room out of others views and made sure that they arrived at completely different times.

As soon as Draco entered the room he began kissing Neville roughly and taking Unbuttoning his shirt. It hadn’t been planned but now that they were alone, in a hotel room it seemed like the most natural and perfect thing in the world.

Once they were both naked Neville looked up and asked, “Ha-have y-you ever done this b-before?”

“Yes. Just once. You?” Draco said.

“N-n-no.”

Draco nodded that it was okay as he sat Neville down onto the bed. He sighed as he took in the beautiful sight that was Neville Longbottom. No, Neville was not muscular, he didn’t have smooth skin, and his penis was only average sized, but in Draco Malfoy’s eyes he was perfect.

With a smile Draco got on his knees, Neville knew what was about to happen and at the thought he felt his erection getting bigger.

With a hand on each of his lover’s knees Draco lowered his head and slowly licked Neville’s balls. They were salty and velvety and surrounded by a musky sweaty scent. Neville groaned and Draco smirked; he had intended to torture Neville a bit but now that he was sitting in-between his legs he just wanted to taste the cock and swallow it in its entirety. So with one small kiss at the tip, which caused it to twitch, Draco took the dick into his mouth. Neville squirmed as Draco sucked and swallowed the yummy pre cum. Draco’s marvelous mouth was filled with glorious cock. From Neville’s point of view, a head of blonde hair was bobbing up and down between his legs causing his whole body to tingle. Draco hummed happily and felt Neville shudder which of course only caused him to hum more.

Soon Draco could feel Neville was almost ready to cum but Draco didn’t want that to happen yet. Draco lifted his head to see his boyfriends’ face. Neville smiled down at him and he could see that Draco’s eyes were not their normal icy cold grey but were lit up like the sky during a thunderstorm. Draco smiled and reached for the lube he had stored in his jeans. Neville watched as Draco unscrewed the cap and stuck two fingers into the jar. Draco smiled as he stood up and said, “Turn around, Love.”

Neville got on his hands and knees and spread his legs a little. He was so horny and wanted nothing more then to cum and make Draco cum with him. He waited patiently for whatever was next and suddenly he felt something rub against his arse hole; it was one of Draco’s wet fingers. Draco slowly inserted it once it was in and he could feel Neville stretching he started moving it slowly in and out. It was at first an unpleasant feeling but the unpleasantness left quickly and Neville began to enjoy it. Then without warning Draco inserted the other finger. This second one too took a minute to adjust to but soon he was enjoying it just as much, if not more then just the first one alone; He enjoyed it so much that he screamed, “Gods Draco more!” Draco smirked and withdrew his fingers.

Neville became slightly confused, did he say something wrong? But he hadn’t and Draco kissed him on the shoulder sweetly. Neville smiled, but still wondered why Draco had taken his fingers out but soon he got the answer. Draco rammed his cock inside of Neville’s barely prepared hole causing Neville to cry out both in pain and pleasure; he hadn’t expected it to be so sudden. Draco waited for his whimpers of pain to die down before pulling a bit of himself out. “All right?” he asked and Neville nodded and Draco began to pump his cock in and out. Soon Neville started to enjoy his experience again and even started pushing back to meet each thrust. As he got used to it he began to squeeze his anal muscles sucking and milking Draco’s cock. Draco, hit his prostate in return causing Neville to let out a cry of pleasure which caused Draco’s cock to swell even more.

Soon, the thought taking it slow became novelty, and Draco began to thrust in and out faster and faster causing the whole bed to shake. Within minutes of the new pace Neville’s breathing hitched and Neville began to spray his spunk all over the bed. Draco moaned as he felt Neville shaking beneath him, he threw back his head, thrust in two more times, and finally with a loud scream “Neville!” he released his seed inside his lover’s hole.
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”Who was your first?” Neville asked a few hours later as he rested his head on Draco’s shoulder.

“Pansy.” Draco replied breathlessly.

“You’re kidding?” Neville blanched.

“Unfortunately no, she was horrible. A big disappointment. .”

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“Did I disappoint you?”

“No, Neville you were perfect.”

As they left the Leaky Cauldron both boys had smiles on there faces.

“I’ll see you at school.” Neville said as parting words.

“Yep.” Draco nodded.

The next day Draco smirked and winked at Neville as he boarded the Hogwarts express knowing that although it might be hard they would continue their relationship at school

The End.

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