Title: Every Night After Midnight
Author:![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Neville, Unnamed Gryffindor Boy/Unnamed Gryffindor Boy
Rating: PG-13
Length/Word Count: Drabble, 100 words
Warnings: Implied sexual activity between two minors, masturbation, voyeurism (in a way)
Notes: Written for the prompt, Midnight. Many months ago I promisedalisanne a drabble for ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif)
neville100. I just remembered. I am a sucky sucky friend.
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters that I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world that I didn't create. No copyright infringement intended, no money's being made.
Every Night After Midnight
Just after midnight Neville heard the curtains part, hushed hellos, and the sound of one boy slipping into another's bed. Either they assumed everyone in the dorm was asleep or didn't care, but they never used silencing spells, not once since Neville first heard them weeks ago.
He'd stayed up late every night since.
It didn't take long for sheets to rustle in a jagged beat, the strains of faint moans lingering in the air. Closing his eyes, Neville slipped his hand down his pants, quickly taking up their rhythm.
Maybe one day he'd be brave enough to join them.
-Fin-
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Author:
sdkFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Neville, Unnamed Gryffindor Boy/Unnamed Gryffindor Boy
Rating: PG-13
Length/Word Count: Drabble, 100 words
Warnings: Implied sexual activity between two minors, masturbation, voyeurism (in a way)
Notes: Written for the prompt, Midnight. Many months ago I promised
alisanne a drabble for neville100. I just remembered. I am a sucky sucky friend.Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters that I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world that I didn't create. No copyright infringement intended, no money's being made.
Every Night After Midnight
Just after midnight Neville heard the curtains part, hushed hellos, and the sound of one boy slipping into another's bed. Either they assumed everyone in the dorm was asleep or didn't care, but they never used silencing spells, not once since Neville first heard them weeks ago.
He'd stayed up late every night since.
It didn't take long for sheets to rustle in a jagged beat, the strains of faint moans lingering in the air. Closing his eyes, Neville slipped his hand down his pants, quickly taking up their rhythm.
Maybe one day he'd be brave enough to join them.
-Fin-
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