Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2011-10-07 09:50:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | hp ficlets harry/neville, hp quill-it 100.3 |
HP ficlet: Make It Better [Harry/Neville, adult]
Title: Make It Better
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Harry/Neville
Rating: adult
Length: 662 words
Warnings: wanking
Summary: When Neville comes home in a fury, Harry tries to make it better.
Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 82, "fury". For coffee_n_cocoa, who wanted Neville for this prompt.
In all the years Harry had known Neville, he had never seen him in such a fury. Neville's eyes were flashing with so much rage that Harry would not have been surprised if actual sparks had shot from them and set the kitchen cupboards on fire. Clearly more was called for then their usual quiet evening Butterbeer.
"Come here," Harry said, and put a large glass of firewhisky into Neville's hand before leading him into the living room and settling them both down on the sofa. "What on earth has happened?"
Neville took a gulp of firewhisky and coughed. "That -- that -- that cow, Rita Skeeter. You know she's published a book to mark the tenth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts and the fall of Voldemort? And in it are lots of short chapters, little biographies of everyone who did something especially important."
"What, you didn't get a chapter to yourself?" Harry tried to joke.
"Oh, I got one," said Neville grimly, taking another gulp. "She starts mine off by implying that my parents were too weak to withstand the Cruciatus curse, next dredges up all the difficulties I had at school but doesn't mention my Outstanding N.E.W.T. in Herbology, and finishes by suggesting that I only killed Nagini through sheer dumb luck. I suppose the only thing she didn't say was that I'm a home wrecker for taking you away from Ginny... unless she put that in your chapter or Ginny's. I don't know."
"She couldn't call you a home wrecker; Ginny and I were never married," Harry pointed out seriously. "I'm sorry, Neville. Rita is a horrible person and almost as bad of a writer."
He thought about it for a moment. "Didn't Padma Patil go into journalism? I seem to remember seeing her by-line occasionally in the Prophet. Maybe we could get her to do an interview with you for Witch Weekly or something, and set the record straight."
"That's an idea," Neville agreed, although he still sounded extremely grumpy about the whole thing. He leaned back against Harry's chest. "It helps just to tell you how angry I am, though; you always make me feel better."
Harry kissed Neville's cheek and took the nearly empty glass from his unresisting fingers. "I know something that will make you feel better still."
He unfastened Neville's trousers and extracted his cock.
"Mmm, that's lovely," Neville murmured as Harry began to stroke and fondle him. "Maybe a little lube, though?"
"Accio lube." The bottle zipped in from their bedroom and Harry poured a dollop onto his palm.
"Perfect." Neville settled himself more comfortably between Harry's legs. His cock was almost at full stand now. Over Neville's shoulder, Harry could see the scarlet head appearing and disappearing between his fingers as he moved them up and down. His own prick was pulsing but he ignored it to focus on Neville. He increased the tempo of his strokes and nipped at Neville's ear. Neville's hips tilted, pressing his arse harder against Harry's groin.
"Yeah, Harry, yeah, fuck that's good..." Neville's words trailed off into the heavy sharp pants that signalled he was close to orgasm.
Harry redoubled his efforts and pulled Neville more tightly to him with his free arm. They rocked together, the sofa springs squeaking, until with a muffled groan Neville came into Harry's hand. Harry was on the brink himself; he worked his other hand between them, sliding it down into the waistband of his trousers to grapple with his cock. It took only a moment before Harry was as relaxed with pleasure as Neville.
"That was fantastic," murmured Neville. He twisted around to give Harry a long kiss. "Different from usual; I loved it."
Harry kissed him back again. "And do you feel better now?"
"Much better," agreed Neville. "If this is what I get for it, Rita can write trash about me every week."
"Not really," said Harry.
"No, not really," said Neville. "It is a bit tempting, though."