Pairing: Neville Longbottom / Draco Malfoy
Warnings: Underage, Dubious Consent
Summary: How far will Neville go to keep his gruesome deed a secret?
Disclaimer: Not mine! No profit is being made. All things relating to Harry Potter belong to J.K.R.
Notes: This fic is part of the 'Gardeners Delight' Neville Fuh-Q-Fest (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/gardenersdelightslash/).
Challenge: A) 1000 word limit
Scenario: 70) Neville messes up a spell and ends up doing something that will get him kicked out of Hogwarts for sure if anyone finds out. He's grateful that he was alone when it happened. Or was he? (Carly)
Author's Notes: If you would like to read a sequel of sorts, it's titled Out Of The Bag. It is not a direct continuation, however.
THE CAT AND THE FERRET
"Oh no," Neville whispered in horror. "Oh no. Mrs. Norris. I didn't mean to. I was just... practicing."
The cat made no indication of having heard him. It made no indication of being able to hear anything. It looked quite...
"Dead," Neville whispered, jerking back his hand from the mangled fur. "Oh no. No, no, no, no."
The cat was dead indeed.
Neville wrung his hands helplessly. What could he do? Run for help?
No, there was no point now.
Expelled. That's what he'd be. Expelled.
He looked around in desperation. Maybe he could just run. Just run. No one would know!
His eyes locked on two glowing red ones peering around the corner.
The creature poked its head further out, craning its long, sleek neck.
A white ferret.
Neville leaped into action. No way was Malfoy's damn ferret going to get him expelled!
The ferret saw him charging and scrambled down the corridor, its sharp claws clicking on the polished marble.
Neville followed in pursuit, huffing from exertion and anger.
Down the corridor they ran, knocking down a mop and sending a bucket of soapy water flying.
Ahead of him the ferret rounded a corner, its back legs skidding. And Neville...
Careened straight into Malfoy.
Malfoy picked himself up off the floor, brushing his robes off exaggeratedly.
"Longbottom, why are you chasing Adonis?"
Neville tried to peer around him to see where the ferret had gone. He was still too angry for nervousness and fear to hit him, despite having realized he was trapped with Malfoy in an unfamiliar part of the dungeons.
"None of your business," he said shortly.
Malfoy's gray eyes flashed. "Really? I suppose Mrs. Norris is not my business either?"
Neville froze. He stared at Malfoy.
"What are you talking about?"
"Mrs. Norris," Malfoy repeated with a cruel smirk, "lying dead and cold..." He let his voice trail off.
Neville got the message.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" he asked, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
Malfoy rubbed his hands together gleefully. The look on his face made Neville ill to his stomach.
"Follow me," Malfoy said, turning on his heel.
Neville saw no choice but to follow. He couldn't begin to guess what Malfoy would do to him; he only knew it would be something terrible.
"In here," Malfoy said, motioning Neville through a door.
Neville peered cautiously into room, but Malfoy pushed him roughly inside.
The door slammed.
For a terrifying second, Neville thought Malfoy had locked him in, and was going to leave him in the pitch black crypt. Anything, even Malfoy's company, seemed better than that!
But from behind him came a soft "Lumos," and dim yellow light illuminated the room.
Not a room. A broom closet by the looks of it. There was a shelf with dust rags, a bucket in the corner, and a hard bench against the wall.
Neville turned to face Malfoy.
"Why did you--"
"Be quiet," Malfoy sneered. With the glowing wand under his chin, his face looked eerie and evil.
"What do you want?" Neville asked in a lower voice.
Malfoy smiled. Neville didn't take that as a good sign. Anything that made Malfoy smile was unlikely to be good.
"I want what Finnigan got."
"Is it true what people are saying, Longbottom?" Malfoy smirked. "I bet it is. I bet you--"
"Shut up," Neville said tensely.
Malfoy's eyes narrowed into an ugly glare.
"Perhaps, then, I'll go to Professor Snape. He and Filch are fine friends. We'll see how fast you find yourself out on your bum."
Neville clenched and unclenched his fists. He wanted to throttle Malfoy, but Malfoy had him right where he wanted him. Defeated, he said nothing.
"We understand each other, then?" Malfoy asked.
"Perfectly," Neville said through gritted teeth.
"Right then." Malfoy pushed past him and sat down, leaning against the wall. "Get to it."
Neville took several deep breaths to suppress his anger and revulsion.
He dropped to his knees on the gritty, dirty floor, keeping his eyes on the ground. He didn't want to see the smug look on Malfoy's face.
Malfoy had unbuttoned his trousers, but Neville had to tug them down. Malfoy only smirked at his efforts.
He cursed Seamus for the thousandth time since the previous week. One time; his first time, and it was all over school for the likes of Malfoy to ridicule.
With disgust, he forced Malfoy's half-hard cock into his mouth.
Instantly, Malfoy was rock hard and eager. He grabbed Neville by the hair and forced his head further down.
Despite his lack of experience, Neville knew he wasn't disappointing Malfoy. Malfoy's hips thrust rhythmically, and he made no effort to contain gasps and moans of pleasure.
Neville sucked, lapping his tongue against the underside of Malfoy's prick. The sooner this was over, the sooner he could get to a bathroom and clean out his mouth.
With soap, he added grimly.
Malfoy didn't last long. With a last hard thrust he arched his back and emptied into Neville's mouth.
Gagging, Neville wiped the sticky fluid off his face with the cuff of his robes.
Malfoy had collapsed on the bench, eyes closed.
Neville stood up, brushing off his scraped knees.
"You can go," Malfoy said with a half-hearted wave of the hand.
Neville refused to ask whether Malfoy would tell on him. He spun around and groped for the door handle.
"Longbottom," Malfoy called from behind him, "I hope you don't think this one time will make up for your misdeed."
Neville didn't turn around, not wanting to give Malfoy any further satisfaction.
"I'll let you know, Longbottom," Malfoy said, and Neville heard him lower himself back onto the bench. "I'll let you know."
Neville shut the door behind him, slumping against it for a long moment while he breathed in the stale dungeon air that nonetheless was heavenly after the confines of the broom closet.
Straightening his robes, he headed in the direction of the staircase.