They were both still gasping for air when a voice came from outside. “…could he be? He promised he’d speak! You think he’s in the shed?”
Neville looked up at Charlie, whose face was still slack with pleasure. “That’s Ron!” Neville hissed.
Charlie nodded. Drawing his wand, he waved it, and Neville’s face, his robes, and Charlie’s robes, were all clean. Helping Neville up onto his feet, Charlie tucked himself in, while Neville did the same.
By the time the door opened, Charlie was holding up his lit wand, and was pointing to something in the corner of the shed. “…some sort of Muggle listening device—” Pausing, he looked at Ron, Harry standing behind him. “Ron, what are you doing out here? Isn’t it your stag party in the tent?”
Ron, eyes narrowed, looked back and forth between them. “What are you doing?”
Charlie shrugged. “Giving Neville a tour.”
“Of the shed?”
Charlie smirked. “Why not?”
Ron raised an eyebrow. Neville was pretty sure he’d picked that expression up from Harry. “Nev said he was going to make a toast.”
Neville cleared his throat. “Oh, is it that time?”
“Yeah.” Ron turned away. “It is. Although I can give you a minute to…clean up.”
Just before he closed the shed door, Neville saw Harry wink at him. He sighed. “I think they’re onto us.”
Charlie grinned. “Yeah, I think they is. Although I can’t say I care.” Pulling Neville close, he then kissed him softly, his tongue sweeping inside his mouth. When he drew back, he was panting. “Fuck. I can taste myself on your tongue.”
Neville smiled. “That shouldn’t be a surprise.”
“True.” Charlie steered him towards the door. “You better make this a fast toast, because when you’re done, I’m taking you home, and I’m tasting you all over.”
Letting himself be chivvied along, Neville chuckled. Looked like the night wasn’t going to be boring anymore.
Neville looked up at Charlie, whose face was still slack with pleasure. “That’s Ron!” Neville hissed.
Charlie nodded. Drawing his wand, he waved it, and Neville’s face, his robes, and Charlie’s robes, were all clean. Helping Neville up onto his feet, Charlie tucked himself in, while Neville did the same.
By the time the door opened, Charlie was holding up his lit wand, and was pointing to something in the corner of the shed. “…some sort of Muggle listening device—” Pausing, he looked at Ron, Harry standing behind him. “Ron, what are you doing out here? Isn’t it your stag party in the tent?”
Ron, eyes narrowed, looked back and forth between them. “What are you doing?”
Charlie shrugged. “Giving Neville a tour.”
“Of the shed?”
Charlie smirked. “Why not?”
Ron raised an eyebrow. Neville was pretty sure he’d picked that expression up from Harry. “Nev said he was going to make a toast.”
Neville cleared his throat. “Oh, is it that time?”
“Yeah.” Ron turned away. “It is. Although I can give you a minute to…clean up.”
Just before he closed the shed door, Neville saw Harry wink at him. He sighed. “I think they’re onto us.”
Charlie grinned. “Yeah, I think they is. Although I can’t say I care.” Pulling Neville close, he then kissed him softly, his tongue sweeping inside his mouth. When he drew back, he was panting. “Fuck. I can taste myself on your tongue.”
Neville smiled. “That shouldn’t be a surprise.”
“True.” Charlie steered him towards the door. “You better make this a fast toast, because when you’re done, I’m taking you home, and I’m tasting you all over.”
Letting himself be chivvied along, Neville chuckled. Looked like the night wasn’t going to be boring anymore.
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