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gala_applesnew story.
well, not exactly new, it's been on my microsoft awhile, but it's new to live journal, and that's what counts.
it's a neville draco carraige smut.
the reason i don't like it 100% is because i figured the wrong kind of carrage, and it was already done when i realised.
the carriage i had in my head was the chuck wagon type of thing from the old west. so, if you go to google images, and put in chuck wagon, you see what i thought it was, and why this story makes sense in that, but not the carriage jkr meant.
Draco got off the Hogwarts Express, not caring about his things. He knew either Crabbe or Goyle would pick them up, they knew from their fathers it was their job.
He strolled with authority to Pansy Parkinson. He casually wrapped a arm around her shoulders, and she kissed him lightly on the cheek. “So, our deal is still on then?” she whispered in his ear. He nodded once, and they began to walk to the Prefect carriage.
The deal that he had started in second year was a rather smart one. He had found wonderful information on Blaise, and had just been waiting for some way to use it. Pansy approached him, and they struck an extremely specific contract, no room for error, not like the sloppy Hufflepuffs would have had. They were Slytherin, they knew how to bargain. So, he left Blaise Zabini alone, and didn’t tell anyone he was a Mudblood, because he was Pansy’s cousin, and Pansy didn’t want him to be hurt. In return, Pansy would pretend to be his girlfriend, but would expect nothing from him, and he would be free to look in other places, not so well respected places. For example, the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory.
When he reached the carriages, he let forth a scream. Everyone stared at him so, like his dad had taught him, he stifled his emotion. He inched towards the carriage, with Pansy pulling on his robes, to make him walk faster. Just as he was half in the carriage, the, the Thing hissed at him. It had pointed teeth, and would most likely want to bite his leg off, up to the kneecap. How could he be attractive if he had no leg?
He tried to move backwards, away from the Thing, and he toppled out of the compartment. He lay on the cobblestone, holding his head, as Pansy started to shriek that Her Drakkie was almost dead. The Mudblood hopped out of the back, and he could hear her Weasel friend yell that she should just leave him to die. Granger did a levitation spell, and took him to a different carriage, which had Madame Pomphrey and Longbottom in it.
Pomphrey checked his scalp, and told him crisply, “I have to do a consutum spell.”
Within seconds, Draco realised the absolute horror of this, and tried to move, moaning when he jostled his head. He grabbed for his wand, and pointed it directly at her face. “You stay away from me, you bitch!”
She rolled her eyes, and stated, “Accio wand.” when his sleek 11.5-inch wand was in her grasp, she shook her head. “You think you’re the first student not wanting a healing done? Oh Mr Malfoy, you’re way behind on the times.” she did a petrifying spell, so he couldn’t fight her, and he stiffened.
Madame Pomphrey crouched beside him, and with a twist of her wand, jammed it in the cut on his head. If he had been able to open his mouth, Draco would have screamed. She yelled, “Consuo consui consutum.” the hair surrounding his cut was sheared off, and the skin pulled together with something like magical stitches. Then she unfroze him.
He reached up, and felt the shorn part of his head. He could have fainted, might have had Longbottom not have been there. “I’ll kill you!” he screeched, horrified that his looks were ruined.
“Mr Malfoy, your hair will grow back within a week. It’s nothing to be upset about. Now, would you have this piece of chocolate? It may make you feel better, after fainting.”
“I didn’t faint, I saw a Dark creature, and I tried to get away, and I fell out of the carriage.”
“A Dark creature?”
“It had black scales, it was like a cross of a horse and a dragon and the fangs it had, it looked like it was ready to eat any person that got near it.”
Madame Pomphrey giggled, before stifling herself. Draco sneered. “What.”
“Nothing. Since you two both seem fine, I’m going to go up to the school. Honestly, who knows what that boy has gotten into since June.”
She climbed out, and left. Draco was left to look at Neville. He was smiling too. “what’s wrong with you, Longbottom?”
“it wasn’t a monster. It’s called a thestral. If you ever paid attention to Hagrid-”
“that half breed oaf?”
“if you ever listened to Hagrid, you would know about them, and you wouldn’t have made an ass out of yourself.”
“Shut up. By the time we get to the castle, Potter will have done something stupid, and all eyes will be off me.”
Neville said conversationally, “Does he know you like him?”
Draco paused a second too long before saying, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Come off it. Harry and the winner of world’s most hetero man Mr Ron Weasley might not know, but it seems obvious to me and Dean. Seamus, on the other hand, thinks everyone in the school is gay, so at the same time, he thinks no one is gay, so he can’t guess.”
Time to swallow his pride, and try to fix this. Of course, swallowing his pride didn’t mean he had to be nice. “God, Longbottom, you are so stupid. No wonder you’re a Gryffindor. I’m not interested in Potter.”
“You’re always looking at Gryffindor tables.”
“Did I deny I look at the tables? No. Tell me Longbottom, do you often add two plus two and get five?”
“So, if it’s not Harry, tell me which of the boys is the number 4?”
Draco was of the school of, if you have an opportunity to show, why tell. So, following that method, he leaned in, and licked Neville’s upper lip. “Does that give you any idea, muggle lover?”
Instead of being stunned, and appalled, like Draco figured he would be, Neville smirked and said, “Is that all you got?”
“Ach?” Draco coughed.
“Well, if you really do like me best of Gryffindor, then you should have something for me better then a kiss. “
“A kiss doesn’t prove it?”
“Not really. How do I know you even like boys? The could have been a bit of saliva to tide you over until you get Pansy. Or, even if you like boys, how do I know it’s me? You just licked my lip. You didn’t kiss me, you didn’t feel me up, and you certainly didn’t ravish me. I dunno. Form being the man of slytherin, one would have expected your hit on to be a little bit less girly.”
“Is that what you like, Longbottom?”
“Yep. I love boys. Never been attracted to a vagina in my life.”
That was good to know, but that wasn’t what he meant. “No, imbecile, I meant do you like it rough and rowdy.”
“They didn’t put me in Gryffindor for no reason. Hufflepuffs like soft sensual loyal courting. Ravenclaws do the intelligent thing, and wait until marriage, or at least most of them do. And the ones that don’t, know everything there is to know, because like with anything else, they research. For a putting out Ravenclaw, the karma sutra is the bible. Slytherins see sex as just another commodity willing to be traded for favours. ‘I’ll give you an orgasm if you do my charms homework.‘ Gryffindor, on the other hand, we have the best of all worlds. We have the casualness of Slytherin, we have the love of Hufflepuff, because we love someone while we’re doing them, and we have the knowledge of Ravenclaw. So, there’s the question, isn’t it. What do you want?”
Draco said nothing.
“I mean, you’re cute, so I wouldn’t mind the doing you part, but I want to know what you want back.”
Draco snapped. “I got fucking raped this fucking summer so my fucking first fucking time was with a fucking girl and I would really fucking like my second time to be with someone I could actually have fucking some fucking fun with.”
Draco finally stopped the flood of words and swears. He sat with his back against the leather, appalled at what he had let loose. Now Neville was going to ask concerned Gryffindor questions, and he would have to explain the entire mess that was his life. His dad had gotten busted by Aurors, and the Dark Lord still wanted him, but seeing as his father wasn’t there to punish and persuade him to their side, they invited a Death Eater whore into his home. The orders were to fuck him by any means necessary, because once he experienced the gifts he could get, he would cross over. But Draco didn’t want that. So, after all other methods had been tried, she had raped him.
But, to his surprise, Neville didn’t start with annoying questions. He simply said, “Ok.” and pounced on him. The boy stuck his fingers through the slits between the buttons of Draco’s robe. Neville liked to bite his nails, so as his rubbed his fingertips against Draco’s bare chest, he created dozens of small scratches.
Then he yanked, and most of the buttons ripped off, and flew in all directions. The pieces of cloth separated like curtains being drawn, and though no one touched them, they stayed on the sides of Draco. Neville lowered his head, and licked the scratches he had created. Draco hissed, as the saliva stung his wounds.
He shrugged his shoulders, and the sleeves slipped off his arms to gather in a c around him. He was now naked except for underwear, because the Malfoy family didn’t believe in wearing muggle clothing underneath robes.
Neville, on the other hand, was wearing brown jeans, and a green flannel shirt. At the terrifying risk of sounding romantic, draco wanted to tell him he was beautiful.
Then, with a shudder, the black monsters, or rather, Thestrals started running, and both boys were thrown to the floor. A piece of hay embedded Draco in the eye, which solidly pissed him off. His hand got caught in the robes holding up the leather roof, and he struggled to get free. Now he was seriously pissed, and if Pomphrey hadn’t stolen his wand, he would have set the damned ropes on fire.
Finally, he got untangled, and he turned around. Neville was sitting calmly in the opposite corner, crosslegged in his underwear.
“So, Draco…”
He cut him off. “No talking.”
“No talking,” Neville agreed. “one question though. You sure you want to do this? You can’t just undo this, you know.”
“Shut up.” Draco said, and stood up in the carriage. He slid off his underwear, and Neville stared at him for only a moment before doing the same. Neville was taller and he had to tilt his head so it wouldn’t bump into the leather roof. Draco immediately saw this problem. He quickly deduced f Neville was lying on the floor, he wouldn’t be hitting his head on the ceiling. Therefore, it was the smartest idea to tackle Neville, and snog him senseless on the straw.
The rush of sensations was wonderful. Neville’s lips on his lips, his tongue going over Draco’s teeth, Draco’s hands caught between the hay and Neville’s back, the straw scratching his knuckles. Neville’s hands massaging his back, and slowly travelling lower, Neville’s looser belly skin rubbing against Draco’s tightly drawn ribs, increasing hardness rubbing against increasing hardness.
Then, with a quickness that surprised Draco that it came from Longbottom, Neville flipped him onto his stomach. This lead to even more sensations. Skin against skin against skin against skin against boy against boy against saliva against skin against hissing pain against a beautiful indescribable feeling against rambling by both parties against incomprehensible groans against fireworks.
Then, what seemed like seconds later, the wagon pulled to a stop. The both leaped up, pulled on school robes, and looked at each other oddly. Neville climbed out of the back of the wagon. He looked up at Draco and said, “I meant what I said.”
Draco had no idea what Neville had said, for that matter, had had no idea about what he had said, but it went against his personality to admit it, so he merely raised an eyebrow.
“When we were having sex, I said I love you.”
Draco covered his shocked gasp with an extremely fake cough.
“Shut up Malfoy. People are most honest when they’re in the thros of passion. You said you thought I was beautiful.”
“Beautiful, Longbottom? You? I somehow doubt it.”
“You know Malfoy, you can be a great lover when you’re not a complete bastard.”
He continued walking to Hogwarts, and Draco followed a moment later.
well, not exactly new, it's been on my microsoft awhile, but it's new to live journal, and that's what counts.
it's a neville draco carraige smut.
the reason i don't like it 100% is because i figured the wrong kind of carrage, and it was already done when i realised.
the carriage i had in my head was the chuck wagon type of thing from the old west. so, if you go to google images, and put in chuck wagon, you see what i thought it was, and why this story makes sense in that, but not the carriage jkr meant.
Draco got off the Hogwarts Express, not caring about his things. He knew either Crabbe or Goyle would pick them up, they knew from their fathers it was their job.
He strolled with authority to Pansy Parkinson. He casually wrapped a arm around her shoulders, and she kissed him lightly on the cheek. “So, our deal is still on then?” she whispered in his ear. He nodded once, and they began to walk to the Prefect carriage.
The deal that he had started in second year was a rather smart one. He had found wonderful information on Blaise, and had just been waiting for some way to use it. Pansy approached him, and they struck an extremely specific contract, no room for error, not like the sloppy Hufflepuffs would have had. They were Slytherin, they knew how to bargain. So, he left Blaise Zabini alone, and didn’t tell anyone he was a Mudblood, because he was Pansy’s cousin, and Pansy didn’t want him to be hurt. In return, Pansy would pretend to be his girlfriend, but would expect nothing from him, and he would be free to look in other places, not so well respected places. For example, the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory.
When he reached the carriages, he let forth a scream. Everyone stared at him so, like his dad had taught him, he stifled his emotion. He inched towards the carriage, with Pansy pulling on his robes, to make him walk faster. Just as he was half in the carriage, the, the Thing hissed at him. It had pointed teeth, and would most likely want to bite his leg off, up to the kneecap. How could he be attractive if he had no leg?
He tried to move backwards, away from the Thing, and he toppled out of the compartment. He lay on the cobblestone, holding his head, as Pansy started to shriek that Her Drakkie was almost dead. The Mudblood hopped out of the back, and he could hear her Weasel friend yell that she should just leave him to die. Granger did a levitation spell, and took him to a different carriage, which had Madame Pomphrey and Longbottom in it.
Pomphrey checked his scalp, and told him crisply, “I have to do a consutum spell.”
Within seconds, Draco realised the absolute horror of this, and tried to move, moaning when he jostled his head. He grabbed for his wand, and pointed it directly at her face. “You stay away from me, you bitch!”
She rolled her eyes, and stated, “Accio wand.” when his sleek 11.5-inch wand was in her grasp, she shook her head. “You think you’re the first student not wanting a healing done? Oh Mr Malfoy, you’re way behind on the times.” she did a petrifying spell, so he couldn’t fight her, and he stiffened.
Madame Pomphrey crouched beside him, and with a twist of her wand, jammed it in the cut on his head. If he had been able to open his mouth, Draco would have screamed. She yelled, “Consuo consui consutum.” the hair surrounding his cut was sheared off, and the skin pulled together with something like magical stitches. Then she unfroze him.
He reached up, and felt the shorn part of his head. He could have fainted, might have had Longbottom not have been there. “I’ll kill you!” he screeched, horrified that his looks were ruined.
“Mr Malfoy, your hair will grow back within a week. It’s nothing to be upset about. Now, would you have this piece of chocolate? It may make you feel better, after fainting.”
“I didn’t faint, I saw a Dark creature, and I tried to get away, and I fell out of the carriage.”
“A Dark creature?”
“It had black scales, it was like a cross of a horse and a dragon and the fangs it had, it looked like it was ready to eat any person that got near it.”
Madame Pomphrey giggled, before stifling herself. Draco sneered. “What.”
“Nothing. Since you two both seem fine, I’m going to go up to the school. Honestly, who knows what that boy has gotten into since June.”
She climbed out, and left. Draco was left to look at Neville. He was smiling too. “what’s wrong with you, Longbottom?”
“it wasn’t a monster. It’s called a thestral. If you ever paid attention to Hagrid-”
“that half breed oaf?”
“if you ever listened to Hagrid, you would know about them, and you wouldn’t have made an ass out of yourself.”
“Shut up. By the time we get to the castle, Potter will have done something stupid, and all eyes will be off me.”
Neville said conversationally, “Does he know you like him?”
Draco paused a second too long before saying, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Come off it. Harry and the winner of world’s most hetero man Mr Ron Weasley might not know, but it seems obvious to me and Dean. Seamus, on the other hand, thinks everyone in the school is gay, so at the same time, he thinks no one is gay, so he can’t guess.”
Time to swallow his pride, and try to fix this. Of course, swallowing his pride didn’t mean he had to be nice. “God, Longbottom, you are so stupid. No wonder you’re a Gryffindor. I’m not interested in Potter.”
“You’re always looking at Gryffindor tables.”
“Did I deny I look at the tables? No. Tell me Longbottom, do you often add two plus two and get five?”
“So, if it’s not Harry, tell me which of the boys is the number 4?”
Draco was of the school of, if you have an opportunity to show, why tell. So, following that method, he leaned in, and licked Neville’s upper lip. “Does that give you any idea, muggle lover?”
Instead of being stunned, and appalled, like Draco figured he would be, Neville smirked and said, “Is that all you got?”
“Ach?” Draco coughed.
“Well, if you really do like me best of Gryffindor, then you should have something for me better then a kiss. “
“A kiss doesn’t prove it?”
“Not really. How do I know you even like boys? The could have been a bit of saliva to tide you over until you get Pansy. Or, even if you like boys, how do I know it’s me? You just licked my lip. You didn’t kiss me, you didn’t feel me up, and you certainly didn’t ravish me. I dunno. Form being the man of slytherin, one would have expected your hit on to be a little bit less girly.”
“Is that what you like, Longbottom?”
“Yep. I love boys. Never been attracted to a vagina in my life.”
That was good to know, but that wasn’t what he meant. “No, imbecile, I meant do you like it rough and rowdy.”
“They didn’t put me in Gryffindor for no reason. Hufflepuffs like soft sensual loyal courting. Ravenclaws do the intelligent thing, and wait until marriage, or at least most of them do. And the ones that don’t, know everything there is to know, because like with anything else, they research. For a putting out Ravenclaw, the karma sutra is the bible. Slytherins see sex as just another commodity willing to be traded for favours. ‘I’ll give you an orgasm if you do my charms homework.‘ Gryffindor, on the other hand, we have the best of all worlds. We have the casualness of Slytherin, we have the love of Hufflepuff, because we love someone while we’re doing them, and we have the knowledge of Ravenclaw. So, there’s the question, isn’t it. What do you want?”
Draco said nothing.
“I mean, you’re cute, so I wouldn’t mind the doing you part, but I want to know what you want back.”
Draco snapped. “I got fucking raped this fucking summer so my fucking first fucking time was with a fucking girl and I would really fucking like my second time to be with someone I could actually have fucking some fucking fun with.”
Draco finally stopped the flood of words and swears. He sat with his back against the leather, appalled at what he had let loose. Now Neville was going to ask concerned Gryffindor questions, and he would have to explain the entire mess that was his life. His dad had gotten busted by Aurors, and the Dark Lord still wanted him, but seeing as his father wasn’t there to punish and persuade him to their side, they invited a Death Eater whore into his home. The orders were to fuck him by any means necessary, because once he experienced the gifts he could get, he would cross over. But Draco didn’t want that. So, after all other methods had been tried, she had raped him.
But, to his surprise, Neville didn’t start with annoying questions. He simply said, “Ok.” and pounced on him. The boy stuck his fingers through the slits between the buttons of Draco’s robe. Neville liked to bite his nails, so as his rubbed his fingertips against Draco’s bare chest, he created dozens of small scratches.
Then he yanked, and most of the buttons ripped off, and flew in all directions. The pieces of cloth separated like curtains being drawn, and though no one touched them, they stayed on the sides of Draco. Neville lowered his head, and licked the scratches he had created. Draco hissed, as the saliva stung his wounds.
He shrugged his shoulders, and the sleeves slipped off his arms to gather in a c around him. He was now naked except for underwear, because the Malfoy family didn’t believe in wearing muggle clothing underneath robes.
Neville, on the other hand, was wearing brown jeans, and a green flannel shirt. At the terrifying risk of sounding romantic, draco wanted to tell him he was beautiful.
Then, with a shudder, the black monsters, or rather, Thestrals started running, and both boys were thrown to the floor. A piece of hay embedded Draco in the eye, which solidly pissed him off. His hand got caught in the robes holding up the leather roof, and he struggled to get free. Now he was seriously pissed, and if Pomphrey hadn’t stolen his wand, he would have set the damned ropes on fire.
Finally, he got untangled, and he turned around. Neville was sitting calmly in the opposite corner, crosslegged in his underwear.
“So, Draco…”
He cut him off. “No talking.”
“No talking,” Neville agreed. “one question though. You sure you want to do this? You can’t just undo this, you know.”
“Shut up.” Draco said, and stood up in the carriage. He slid off his underwear, and Neville stared at him for only a moment before doing the same. Neville was taller and he had to tilt his head so it wouldn’t bump into the leather roof. Draco immediately saw this problem. He quickly deduced f Neville was lying on the floor, he wouldn’t be hitting his head on the ceiling. Therefore, it was the smartest idea to tackle Neville, and snog him senseless on the straw.
The rush of sensations was wonderful. Neville’s lips on his lips, his tongue going over Draco’s teeth, Draco’s hands caught between the hay and Neville’s back, the straw scratching his knuckles. Neville’s hands massaging his back, and slowly travelling lower, Neville’s looser belly skin rubbing against Draco’s tightly drawn ribs, increasing hardness rubbing against increasing hardness.
Then, with a quickness that surprised Draco that it came from Longbottom, Neville flipped him onto his stomach. This lead to even more sensations. Skin against skin against skin against skin against boy against boy against saliva against skin against hissing pain against a beautiful indescribable feeling against rambling by both parties against incomprehensible groans against fireworks.
Then, what seemed like seconds later, the wagon pulled to a stop. The both leaped up, pulled on school robes, and looked at each other oddly. Neville climbed out of the back of the wagon. He looked up at Draco and said, “I meant what I said.”
Draco had no idea what Neville had said, for that matter, had had no idea about what he had said, but it went against his personality to admit it, so he merely raised an eyebrow.
“When we were having sex, I said I love you.”
Draco covered his shocked gasp with an extremely fake cough.
“Shut up Malfoy. People are most honest when they’re in the thros of passion. You said you thought I was beautiful.”
“Beautiful, Longbottom? You? I somehow doubt it.”
“You know Malfoy, you can be a great lover when you’re not a complete bastard.”
He continued walking to Hogwarts, and Draco followed a moment later.