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Now, Neville would never consider himself to be the bravest Gryffindor, or the fastest, or even the most magically competent. He took pleasure in the more simple things of life.
Unlike the majority of his housemates.
He had a small greenhouse fostered away in his suitcase, safe and far, far away from all the foul fumes of leftover food(Ron), Quidditch(Harry), and world-class alcohol(Dean & Seamus) that seemed to permeate each and every one of his roommates.
Neville enjoyed the silence and the warmth inside of his greenhouse. And by Merlin, it had taken him so long to get enough funds to buy one. Don’t get him wrong, his Gran didn’t mistreat him or anything. It was just all too easy for her to forget him.
It was all too easy for everyone to forget him.
But it wasn’t like he would hold a grudge the size of Voldemort’s ego against Wizarding Britain for it. He had more sense than that. He wasn’t boisterous or the quintessential showoff that Gryffindor seems to spawn.
He was a simple lad. Loving the good life with his mostly, generally, pretty much majority non-lethal plants.
It’s simple for someone like him to fly under the radar.
Honestly, Neville was surprised by how many illegal plant substances he’s been able to sneak into Hogwarts, just because he was always out of the center of attention.
Seriously, all the times he’s melted a cauldron in potions? Someone should have drawn the lines. No one is that incompetent.
He’d just rather be blazed out of his mind than listen to Snape’s loud mouth breathing while the greasy man leaned ass up over his desk to glare at the students. (And perhaps he took a hit before class to ignore the fact that his professor, professor Neville, that’s your professor get yourself together mate, always seemed to bend over his desk while breathing open-mouthed like someone was pulling out that stick he has up his arse and then shoving right it bac-)
Anyways.
No one was at fault! He enjoyed his life. The simple life. With non-complicated thoughts.
Neville gained a wide, strained smile.
There was a river in Egypt and Neville was living in it.
Luckily today was a nice, calm, quiet Saturday.
It was midday and Neville was re-potting his Lubidi Procellae. The plant was about to bloom and needed around fifteen minutes in natural light for it to come into full maturity.
After that, Neville would have to fucking book it back to the solitude of the Gryffindor dorms. He didn’t feel like wanting to deal with the repercussions of exposing another student, who didn’t have the precautionary protection charms, against the effects of the pollen. Though, it would make for an interesting experience no doubt-
But that was neither here nor there he supposed.
With an internal sigh, he carefully buried the roots of the plant, which he so affectionately named Lewdy, and stripped the gloves off his hands. Picking up the red-hot pink polka-dot pot the plant resided in, he set it close to his chest and started on the long path towards the forbidden forest.
Because surely there were no students out and about at this time.
On the journey throughout the castle, Neville was surprisingly proven right. He didn’t encounter a single person.
With cheer in his step, he walked into the forest, thinking that perhaps finally, after years of minor inconveniences, things were looking up from him.
He promptly knocked into someone, sending them both sprawling back.
“What the hell- Longbottom! What is your problem?!”
Ah. Draco Malfoy. Neville carefully observed the platinum blonde sprawled underneath him. The boy had an ugly snarl glued to his face and was slightly flushed from fury. Grey eyes gleamed up with hate at him. His eyes slowly trailed down before settling on Lewdy who was settled snugly between them.
Lewdy who looked like they were seconds away before coming into full bloom. Fuck.
Neville tried to push himself off but was stopped when the other boy grabbed firm to his wrists in a surprisingly strong grip.
“And where are you in such a hurry to go?” The blonde boy sneered. “You're so cowardly you can’t even muster the proper apology?”
“Look,” Neville said as panic started to creep in. “I know you hate me and all, but you really have to get as far away from me as possible, right now. “ He tried to remove his arms but Malfoy still held tight. Neville cursed himself for not paying attention more. Malfoy was a brat on the best days, he had no intention of seeing Malfoy acting like a horny brat.
Did he?
Neville paused his struggle. I mean, it wouldn’t be the worst thing. He turned an appraising look to Malfoy who seemed to freeze in place at the look Neville sent him. Neville already got a- not boner, definitely not that- over the Slytherin’s head of house. And it wasn’t like Malfoy was an unattractive bloke.
His eyes snapped up to the blonde’s throat as he took a swallow. Neville’s eyes followed the bobbing motion of his Adam's apple and let his gaze slide down the slim hollow of his throat. The delicate collar bones, the pink lips that were being teased between a pair of white teeth, the slowly spreading flush of the boy’s face spreading across his high cheekbones.
Yeah. Who knew? Maybe this could be a good experience for Malfoy. Merlin knows that boy needed to loosen up.
“Why are you looking at me like that Longbottom? See something you like?” Malfoy spoke cockily, but the shift in his eyes gave way to his nerves.
He didn’t allow many people to see behind his shy front. Too much effort to deal with that on a constant basis. It would’ve ruined his quiet routine. But perhaps he wouldn’t mind the interruption for this experiment.
“Why Malfoy, I think I do.” He pushed the hands that were holding him in place to either side of the blonde’s face in one smooth motion, trapping Malfoy in place instead. He heard the boy’s breath stutter beneath him. Malfoy thrashed in place before Neville pressed more of his weight onto the boy’s wrist, causing him to gasp in pain and still.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Malfoy said, with a tremor in his voice. His pupils were contracted in fear, the flush draining from his face.
It wasn’t every day Draco was caught out lacking.
He started today thinking he was going to have a good day tanning in the forbidden forest. He certainly didn’t see himself being pinned underneath Neville Longbottom and his frilly plant with said boy looking like he wanted to cannibalize him.
Perhaps he should have been nicer to the Gryffindor boy. How was he to know that the quiet boy had a mean streak a mile long? Alas, he could only hope his spirit would come back to haunt the halls of Hogwarts, warning young first years about the dangers of quiet Gryffindors at the back of the classroom.
He tried to twist against the iron hold Longbottom had on his wrists. Longbottom leaned his weight against his hands, causing the bones in Draco’s wrist to grind together. Draco gave another gasp of pain, arching up and pressing the pot of the plant underneath his sternum. The plant knocked the rest of his breath out of his body, causing him to jerk upwards, sucking shaking breaths.
He fell back heavily against the floor, flushing faintly at the amused look Longbottom was sending him.
“What do you want Longbottom?” Draco asked weakly. For the first time in a long time, he found himself regretting demanding an apology from someone. If he had let the boy go, he could have avoided this.
Longbottom hummed low before leaning forward, pressing the potted plant firmly against his abdomen, compressing the breath out of his body. Draco squirmed against the sensation in discomfort.
A warm breath tickled the shell of his ear. “I want you to shut up and listen up to what I’m going to say next. Do you understand, Malfoy?”
Draco stilled at the sudden proximity of the other boy before nodding and swallowing thickly. He didn’t have much of a choice at this point.
“Any second now, this plant is going to release some very specialized pheromones, and while I’m protected from the scents you,” Longbottom pressed heavily on his wrists to emphasize his words, “aren’t. So, I’m going to let you up. You have a minute to run before you consent to whatever I give you, understand?”
Draco stared blankly up at the sky. How the fuck did he end up in this position? He shivered slightly as a strand of Longbottom’s hair tickled his right cheek. He nodded slowly.
Longbottom, sensing the movement from his head, loosened his grip. Draco immediately retracted his hands, momentarily rubbing his sore wrists to alleviate some of the aching pain. He stiffened as he felt Longbottom trail his nose across the line of his throat. Heat slowly crept up from beneath his collar.
“Your minute starts now.” Longbottom murmured against his skin. He gave a nip to the side of his neck. Draco jerked and gave a shaky exhale. He rested his palms flat against Longbottom’s chest, preparing to push the lanky boy off of him.
And yet, he squirmed in place as he felt the tip of something hot and wet poke at the underside of his jaw. A smirk pressed against the spot and knew he was fighting a losing battle. Draco curled his fingers around the front of Longbottom’s shirt and shivered while the other mouthed away at the side of his neck.
“Aren’t you going to move?” Longbottom quipped, pausing momentarily in his ministrations.
Draco swallowed heavily as an embarrassed flush stole across his face. “Just shut up, Longbottom.”
Longbottom gusted a breath of laughter before he roughly nipped his skin and pulled back. Draco followed the motion briefly before Longbottom pinned him by the shoulders back against the ground.
“Just a second, my dear.”
Indignation rose in him at the term of endearment. He was no one’s dear! Certainly not Longbottom’s! He opened his mouth to state as such but he paused, enraptured by the pink plants sitting on his stomach.
The plant’s lavender buds were starting to come apart, fuchsia petals delicately folded out from their folds, exposing themselves to the kiss of the sunlight. Particles seemed to spawn from the blooming flowers in great clouds of orange dust, settling around and over the two.
Draco shifted uncomfortably as some of the dust settled on his skin, leaving a faint tingling feel in their wake.
He scratched at the side of his neck. The tingling wasn’t unpleasant, quite the opposite. It hummed pleasantly on the surface of his face and hands before that pleasant tingle sunk lower into him, leaving pleasant trails of warmth in place.
Draco didn’t even know how, but Longbottom somehow ended up hovering over him again attached to his neck, plant nowhere in sight. He let out a breathy moan as the Longbottom teased his neck with his teeth. Everything felt much... more. Unnatural heat surged up within him, traveling painfully through his stomach and settling deliberately between his thighs.
A pair of hands dug into the tender flesh of his navel. Draco’s chest spasmed as nails dug a trail down, purposefully leaving overwhelming warmth in its wake.
It wasn’t until he felt cool fingers prying his shirt upwards that higher thought came online. He grabbed onto Longbottom’s firm shoulders and halted the movements. “Merlin, what is this?” His voice wavered and cracked towards the end of his question.
“Well, luckily for you, an aphrodisiac.” Longbottom purred.
Draco was lost. “Why the bloody hell do you have an aphrodisiac-” A breath tore out of him as Longbottom suddenly thrust against him.
“None of that now, relax.” Longbottom finally managed to worm his hands underneath Draco’s sweater and ran his bare hands across molten skin.
And Draco was gone. His hands snapped up to steady himself against the other boy, clawing into Longbottom’s shirt. He arched up into the touch and whimpered. He was sure this wasn’t supposed to feel this good. This was abnormal. He shouldn’t feel this good.
Longbottom grabbed his hips underneath the cloth and ground down hard against him. Draco couldn’t help himself as a moan tore its way out of his throat. He thrust up blindly to meet that hardness that had pressed against him. Longbottom sighed, pleased, and ground down again, setting a slow rhythm.
“Do you like this Malfoy?” Longbottom groaned against his ear.
He flushed uncontrollably in reply and turned his head to the side, refusing to speak.
“Or do you prefer dear?” Longbottom sneered. Draco felt his member twitch and start to leak. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Longbottom chuckled. Draco felt the heat in his cheeks increase in mortification as he realized Longbottom must have felt him through the layers of his own trousers.
“Oh yes, you definitely have a preference for that. Don’t you, my dear? You like it when I call you dear?” Longbottom chided against his ear.
Draco closed his eyes tightly and the other boy rocked against him, the heat in his groin slowly growing. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as the pleasure swamped his nerves. He pivoted his hips upwards in an attempt to relieve that pressure growing steadily in him.
Too soon, his upwards thrust became haphazard. His eyes rolled upwards as he felt Longbottom thrust quicker against him, bringing him rapidly towards the edge.
All of a sudden, the heat, the pressure, the friction was gone, and Draco was left gasping and sobbing, hanging on to the very edge as his pelvis met empty air.
Longbottom had leaned back, caressed the side of his face softly, shushing him quietly. “Now we can’t have you doing that, dear.”
Draco whined weakly in response. Why couldn’t he?
The lanky boy laughed and pressed a quick peck against Draco’s cheek. “You haven’t been nice to me dear, I must admit.” He nipped pointedly at Draco’s ear, startling a mewl out of him. “So, if you want this, you’re going to have to ask nicely.”
Draco glared up at Longbottom. The other boy was the one to practically drag him into this situation. He wouldn’t bloody well debase himself any further by begging the other boy to touch him.
“N-no.” He creaked out staring up with a defiant look.
Longbottom just leered in response. “Are you sure about that?”
Draco shifted as he felt Longbottom’s fingers dance across the waistband of his trousers. Languidly, they drifted down his front. Draco felt his breath catch as his thumb rested at the tip of his member.
“I do hope you reconsider.” Longbottom spoke casually like he was bringing up the weather while his thumb pressed cruelly into the head of his prick.
Draco moaned and cried out as Longbottom drew rough circles against his member. He arched off the ground as the boy set a quick pace, swiftly bringing him to peak again. His thighs trembled uselessly as he tried to press close, but were stopped by the body of the boy who was making quick work of his prick.
“M-merlin.” Draco gave out a long moan as he was helplessly brought to the brink of orgasm once more. Longbottom pushed down harder and he felt precum force itself out of his head. He whimpered and his eyes rolled as the wetness allowed the other boy to move his thumb quicker.
“Just look at yourself, so desperate dear.” Longbottom hummed.
And Draco couldn’t stop himself. Like he was compelled, his gaze drifted down to where Longbottom was moving his thumb rapidly and groaned at the sight. A wet patch had formed at the front of his trousers and his legs were pressed tight against Longbottom’s side, quivering harshly.
He almost screamed in frustration once the hand was taken away once again.
“Longbottom, please!” He cried out. He couldn’t stand this unbearable heat anymore. It was too much, he was sinking in it, drowning. “Please…”
The other boy groaned. “Please, what?”
“Please, please don’t stop.”
Longbottom groaned and roughly reached into his own pants and pulled out his surprisingly thick and throbbing member. Draco looked at it through heavy lids.
A cry peeled from Draco’s lips as Longbottom suddenly reached into his pants and pulled out his prick, his hand a hot brand around him. He moaned as the boy saddled his own member against Draco, holding them together in one grip.
Longbottom experimentally stroked them together. They groaned out in unison at the sensation.
Swiftly, Longbottom jerked them in quick, tight motions, embellishing his movements with a sharp twist of his wrist towards the tip of their heads.
Draco arched up as far as he could against his grip as a litany of moans and whimpers fell out of his lips in wild abandon. He loosely fucked up into the grasp.
“Longbottom, please, close, I’m close-”
Longbottom sped up at the words, bringing his hand down rapidly with slick slaps against their stomachs. Draco writhed and moaned against the ground as heat seared through him. Finally seized, and with a cry spilled into Longbottom’s clenched fist.
Longbottom groaned and kept going, Draco’s cum aiding his grip, making his strokes swifter, slicker.
Draco jerked wildly in his grip as Longbottom continued stroking them. Tears trickled out of the corner of his eyes as the pleasure continued building, the other boy not giving him a chance to settle down from his peak.
Longbottom grunted and with a couple of rough jerks of his hand, came spattering against Draco’s stomach. The sensation of the thicker member pulsing against his own and the hot splash of cum on him was enough to drive Draco over the edge again.
His vision whited out for a moment before he sagged bonelessly on the ground, completely spent.
Draco didn’t know how many minutes passed before he was able to come to his senses, but once he did, aches made their way to the forefront of his mind. A stick was digging painfully into his back and his back loudly made it known why fucking against the hard ground was a bad idea.
He felt mild disgust as cooling cum dripped off the side of his stomach.
“Thank you, Lewdy.” He heard Longbottom murmur faintly from above him.
Merlin, he was never going to try to tan in the forbidden forest again.