So, I made a post a while ago mentioning my official break from writing and posting to AO3. It’s still the right call and I won’t be posting anything on AO3 soon but I have been writing a bit. I came across some Draco Malfoy/Neville Longbottom fics a while back and the two of them just spoke to me. I wanted to write something myself and see where it got me so this is a sneak peek of that.
I would love to get some feedback on this sneek peak but I would ask you to be kind about it. It’s the first time I've written for this pair but it’s very exciting. I hope some of you enjoy it, I certainly had a lovely time writing it.
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It felt like heaven for about 10 seconds. Than Neville realized who he’d just kissed and he jumped backward, nearly stumbling over the table that he was sure hadn’t been there before. His face flamed up as he turned, tripping over a stack of books and letting out a curse as he finally reached the door.
“I’m so-sorry, I didn’t-” He babbled, his lips still tingling as he took hold of the doorknob and turned it. He hardly had the door open an inch when it slammed shut again, the sound vibrating inside his bones. No. He pulled on the knob again, his heart beating away in his chest as the door didn’t move.
He practically jumped out of his skin, not having heard the footsteps reaching him. He closed his eyes, janking at the knob again but he knew it was pointless. He felt the magic wrap around him like a blanket and Neville let out a sigh, placing his head against the cool door frame.
“Please, just-” He started, swallowing around the lump in his throat. What the hell had gotten over him anyway!? One minute they were studying in peace and the next Neville leaned forward and- and- By Merlin, he would have to hear about this till the day he died!
“Nev, can you stop panicking for a second and just turn around?”
NO! Neville’s mind shouted the word loudly. How would he ever be able to do that? He bit his bottom lip hard, letting out a loud hush of breath before opening his eyes and staring at the wooden door. The magic wrapped around him grew warmer and his body shivered when a cold hand was placed on his shoulder.
“Why are your hands always so cold?” Neville frowned at the door, wanting to sink into the floor of embarrassment. First, he’d kissed him out of the blue and now he was asking stupid questions! This day couldn’t possibly get any worse.
“Turn around and I’ll tell you. Come on, Nev. Talk to me?”
Neville sighed. He wasn’t able to resist when he heard the doubt in the question. He turned around, looking down at his shoes. A cold finger was placed underneath his chin and he allowed it.
“I’m sorry.” He blurted out as soon as Draco’s eyes fell on him. He wanted to create space, hideaway but the door was pressed against his back and Neville knew it wouldn’t open. Not unless Draco undid the magic. He risked a glance at him, noticing the thin, pink lips. Lips he’d just kissed only seconds ago and panic flooded him again, making him push Draco back and try to open the door one more time.
Embarrassment turned into anger as the door stayed closed, feeling like an animal caught in headlights. “Fuck, Draco! Just open the damn door!” He called out, kicking it once and turning around again. Draco took a step closer, the magic radiating off him feeling warm and strong and Neville anger changed again, something close to despair as he kicked the door with his heel. His eyes started to sting and he blinked rapidly, not allowing himself to cry. He wasn’t a damn first year anymore!