deirdre_aithne (deirdre_aithne) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2016-12-14 12:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: deirdre_aithne, dec09, fandom: harry potter, prompt09, year: 2016 |
Dec. 9th, Harry Potter, Neville & Harry, Leap of Faith
Title: Leap of Faith
Author: deirdre_aithne
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Neville & Harry (gen at the moment)
Rating: G
Total Word Count: 290
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any characters, settings, locations, etc. from Harry Potter. All borrowed aspects of the above fandom are used purely for entertainment in a fanwork, and will be returned to their proper fandom and owners scratch, dent, and injury-free.
Notes: Unbeta'd. Part 6 of Making Christmas series, read Part 5 here, or start at Part 1 here. Apologies for the delay, but I've found myself in a cast due to a bad hand, so it took me a while to get this typed, since I'm on hunt & peck duty.
Neville smiled as Harry entered the sitting room, carrying two overflowing mugs in his hands. He accepted one with murmured thanks and swiped at a thick drop of caramel working its way down the side of the glass. Without thinking, he brought his thumb to his lips to lick the salty sweetness from his skin, before noticing Harry watching him from the corner of his eye. Flushing, Neville cleared his throat quietly and took a sip of his eggnog as though nothing had happened.
"So, you wanted to talk about something?"
Nodding, Neville lowered his mug to his lap. "I did..."
He trailed off into silence, searching for the right words to explain. When he still hadn't continued after a moment, Harry nudged his foot with his own.
"Would this have anything to do with finding a Christmas gift for me?" he asked, startling Neville to meet his eyes. Harry shrugged, offering him a small smile. "Draco doesn't keep secrets well. Neither does Ron, for that matter."
"Bloody hell," Neville groaned, tipping his head back against the sofa. When Harry chuckled softly in answer, he glanced over to find him looking almost fond. A second later, however, his features had smoothed over as Harry glanced away, though the spread of warmth in Neville's chest from that smile didn't diminish.
"I'm quite fond of sweets, you know. Not much of a gift, I suppose, but I hardly know what I want half the time. Board games and chess sets are grand, but with no one to play them with-"
"The Yule Ball," Neville interrupted, smiling when Harry gave him a curious glance. "Were you planning to go with anyone? Because I was wondering if you might like to go with me..."