Fic: Adventures in the Infirmary
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alisanneTitle: Adventures in the Infirmary
Author:alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Neville Longbottom
Summary: Ron discovers that the infirmary holds its own excitement.
Word Count: 1075
Genre: Humor.
Warnings: Um, see kink!
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day twenty three prompt(s) used: Get your shit together, mate!, Poppies, Cater.
Kink: Face shot.
This pairing was suggested by both![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coffee_n_cocoa and capitu. ;)
Beta:sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Adventures in the Infirmary
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Ron crossed his arms, staring at the wall and pouting. Madam Pomfrey sighed. “Well that’s not going to help you get better any sooner, Mr Weasley. You’ve broken three bones and Skele-Grow takes time to brew. The potion I gave you has poppies in it, however, so it should help with the pain.”
That wasn’t the reason Ron was pouting, but he could hardly tell her that, of course. “Yes, Madam,” he said instead.
“And I know you want to go back to the dorm but you’re simply in no shape to do that, and there’s no one to cater to you there, not to mention there being dangerous criminal wandering about.” She shivered.
Ron opened his mouth to argue, then closed it.
“Oh, and you should know, the potion you took can have some...odd side effects. Let me know if you find yourself thinking strange thoughts.” She patted his head. “Anyway, if it’ll cheer you up, you have a visitor.”
Ron blinked. “I do?”
“Oh yes. He’s been waiting for several minutes.” Moving away, she called towards the infirmary door, “You can come in now!”
Ron started to smile, anticipating Harry, but when Neville entered his smile faded. “Hey,” said Neville, looking nervous.
Ron frowned. “Hey, Nev. Where’s--?”
“I’ve a message,” said Neville, interrupting. He shot a meaningful glance at Madam Pomfrey, who was standing there. “From Harry and Hermione.”
“Ah, right.” Ron nodded. “So where are they?”
“Um, about that--”
“Well I’ll leave you two lads to it, then, shall I?” Pomfrey said. “You probably have things to catch up on.”
Once Pomfrey was out of earshot, Neville sagged. “This secret business is bloody hard!”
Ron grinned despite himself. “Buck up and get your shit together, mate! Now, you said you had a message?”
“Yes. Harry and Hermione had to do something for Dumbledore, but they said they’d be back to fill you in on everything when they could.”
Ron huffed. “That doesn’t tell me anything!”
Neville shrugged. “That’s just what the note said to tell you.”
“They left a note?”
“Yeah. It was weird, though. I caught a glimpse of them as they were leaving, and they both looked wrecked. Like they’d been running around the woods all night or something.”
Ron bit his lip. Something had happened, something with Harry and Hermione and Professor Lupin and Snape and Scabbers. And it was driving him spare not to know what.
Running into Sirius Black in the Shack had been a shock, but when it’d turned out that Scabbers had been the villain all along... Well, Ron had shut down a bit after that. Then had come the werewolf attack and, by the time they’d brought him into the infirmary, Ron had been in too much pain to track everything that was going on, what with Pomfrey fussing over him. Harry and Hermione had been muttering in the corner, though, he remembered that. And then Hermione said she was sorry but I couldn’t come, and then disappeared.
“So what’s going on?” asked Neville.
Ron huffed. “No idea. No one tells me anything.”
Neville patted his arm, freezing when Ron groaned. “Oh, sorry, I forgot.”
Ron blinked. Neville’s touch had been oddly...arousing. “Yeah, thanks.” He has nice big hands. I wonder--
“Well, if there’s anything I can do for you--”
Ron pursed his lips. Pomfery was probably going to be gone for a while. Can’t hurt to ask. “Well, maybe there is.”
“Okay.”
Ron cleared his throat. “I’ve an...itch.”
Neville nodded. “Okay. Where?”
Ron blushed, nodding at his crotch. “Um--”
It took Neville a moment, then his eyes went wide. “You want me to--?”
“I think it’s the potion Pomfrey gave me,” blurted Ron. “She said it could have odd effects.”
Neville raised an eyebrow. “So what exactly are you asking me to do here?”
“Help a mate out,” said Ron, trying for his most pathetic look.
Neville shook his head. “I thought you liked Hermione.”
“I do, but she’s not here and you are and--” Ron squirmed under Neville’s look. “Please?”
Neville exhaled. “Fine, but if this is some kind of joke--”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“I suppose not.” Neville was surprisingly agile at undoing someone else’s flies, not that Ron was about to ask him how he came by that expertise, and then Ron didn’t want to talk at all, really, once Neville wrapped his lovely, large hand around him.
It felt completely different having someone else stroking his prick. Ron’s eyes fluttered closed and he moaned softly as pleasure sped through him. Neville’s technique was slightly different than Ron’s, he moved a bit slower, but swept the top of Ron’s prick with his thumb a bit more often. It was exquisite.
“Bloody hell,” Ron breathed.
“Is it okay?” Neville asked, varying the speed of his strokes just enough to make it interesting.
“Okay?” Ron was trying hard not to arch up into Neville’s hand, knowing it would hurt, given his broken leg, but it was difficult not to. “Try bloody brilliant!”
“Oh.” Neville hummed. “All right, then.”
Soon, Ron could feel his balls drawing up. He was panting, moaning, and dimly, in the back of his mind he knew he should warn Neville, but all that came out was, “Going to--Oh God--”
He came, shooting all over Neville’s hand. “Ow!” cried Neville, and when Ron opened his eyes, he realised he’d shot come all over Neville’s face, too.
“Shit, sorry, mate,” he said, but he felt so good he couldn’t manage to do anything but smile.
Neville huffed, reaching for a towel on the side of the cot. “You don’t look sorry.”
Ron wasn’t that sorry. He coughed. “I’m sorry I came on your face.”
Neville rolled his eyes. “Try in my eye.” After wiping himself off and taking a few perfunctory swipes at Ron, he tossed the towel aside. “Anyway, now that-- Yeah, I should go.” He stood, looking uncomfortable.
“Maybe--” Ron cleared his throat and blushed. “Maybe we could do that again sometime, though? I can bring you off next time. You know, when my arm isn’t broken.”
Neville paused, looking back at Ron. A shy smile broke over his face. “Yeah, okay. Maybe.”
Once he was alone again, Ron hummed, feeling better. Let Harry and Hermione have their adventures. He'd make his own.
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Author:
alisanneRating: R
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Neville Longbottom
Summary: Ron discovers that the infirmary holds its own excitement.
Word Count: 1075
Genre: Humor.
Warnings: Um, see kink!
A/N: Written for
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest. Day twenty three prompt(s) used: Get your shit together, mate!, Poppies, Cater.
Kink: Face shot.
This pairing was suggested by both
coffee_n_cocoa and capitu. ;)Beta:
sevfan and emynn. Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Adventures in the Infirmary
~
Ron crossed his arms, staring at the wall and pouting. Madam Pomfrey sighed. “Well that’s not going to help you get better any sooner, Mr Weasley. You’ve broken three bones and Skele-Grow takes time to brew. The potion I gave you has poppies in it, however, so it should help with the pain.”
That wasn’t the reason Ron was pouting, but he could hardly tell her that, of course. “Yes, Madam,” he said instead.
“And I know you want to go back to the dorm but you’re simply in no shape to do that, and there’s no one to cater to you there, not to mention there being dangerous criminal wandering about.” She shivered.
Ron opened his mouth to argue, then closed it.
“Oh, and you should know, the potion you took can have some...odd side effects. Let me know if you find yourself thinking strange thoughts.” She patted his head. “Anyway, if it’ll cheer you up, you have a visitor.”
Ron blinked. “I do?”
“Oh yes. He’s been waiting for several minutes.” Moving away, she called towards the infirmary door, “You can come in now!”
Ron started to smile, anticipating Harry, but when Neville entered his smile faded. “Hey,” said Neville, looking nervous.
Ron frowned. “Hey, Nev. Where’s--?”
“I’ve a message,” said Neville, interrupting. He shot a meaningful glance at Madam Pomfrey, who was standing there. “From Harry and Hermione.”
“Ah, right.” Ron nodded. “So where are they?”
“Um, about that--”
“Well I’ll leave you two lads to it, then, shall I?” Pomfrey said. “You probably have things to catch up on.”
Once Pomfrey was out of earshot, Neville sagged. “This secret business is bloody hard!”
Ron grinned despite himself. “Buck up and get your shit together, mate! Now, you said you had a message?”
“Yes. Harry and Hermione had to do something for Dumbledore, but they said they’d be back to fill you in on everything when they could.”
Ron huffed. “That doesn’t tell me anything!”
Neville shrugged. “That’s just what the note said to tell you.”
“They left a note?”
“Yeah. It was weird, though. I caught a glimpse of them as they were leaving, and they both looked wrecked. Like they’d been running around the woods all night or something.”
Ron bit his lip. Something had happened, something with Harry and Hermione and Professor Lupin and Snape and Scabbers. And it was driving him spare not to know what.
Running into Sirius Black in the Shack had been a shock, but when it’d turned out that Scabbers had been the villain all along... Well, Ron had shut down a bit after that. Then had come the werewolf attack and, by the time they’d brought him into the infirmary, Ron had been in too much pain to track everything that was going on, what with Pomfrey fussing over him. Harry and Hermione had been muttering in the corner, though, he remembered that. And then Hermione said she was sorry but I couldn’t come, and then disappeared.
“So what’s going on?” asked Neville.
Ron huffed. “No idea. No one tells me anything.”
Neville patted his arm, freezing when Ron groaned. “Oh, sorry, I forgot.”
Ron blinked. Neville’s touch had been oddly...arousing. “Yeah, thanks.” He has nice big hands. I wonder--
“Well, if there’s anything I can do for you--”
Ron pursed his lips. Pomfery was probably going to be gone for a while. Can’t hurt to ask. “Well, maybe there is.”
“Okay.”
Ron cleared his throat. “I’ve an...itch.”
Neville nodded. “Okay. Where?”
Ron blushed, nodding at his crotch. “Um--”
It took Neville a moment, then his eyes went wide. “You want me to--?”
“I think it’s the potion Pomfrey gave me,” blurted Ron. “She said it could have odd effects.”
Neville raised an eyebrow. “So what exactly are you asking me to do here?”
“Help a mate out,” said Ron, trying for his most pathetic look.
Neville shook his head. “I thought you liked Hermione.”
“I do, but she’s not here and you are and--” Ron squirmed under Neville’s look. “Please?”
Neville exhaled. “Fine, but if this is some kind of joke--”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“I suppose not.” Neville was surprisingly agile at undoing someone else’s flies, not that Ron was about to ask him how he came by that expertise, and then Ron didn’t want to talk at all, really, once Neville wrapped his lovely, large hand around him.
It felt completely different having someone else stroking his prick. Ron’s eyes fluttered closed and he moaned softly as pleasure sped through him. Neville’s technique was slightly different than Ron’s, he moved a bit slower, but swept the top of Ron’s prick with his thumb a bit more often. It was exquisite.
“Bloody hell,” Ron breathed.
“Is it okay?” Neville asked, varying the speed of his strokes just enough to make it interesting.
“Okay?” Ron was trying hard not to arch up into Neville’s hand, knowing it would hurt, given his broken leg, but it was difficult not to. “Try bloody brilliant!”
“Oh.” Neville hummed. “All right, then.”
Soon, Ron could feel his balls drawing up. He was panting, moaning, and dimly, in the back of his mind he knew he should warn Neville, but all that came out was, “Going to--Oh God--”
He came, shooting all over Neville’s hand. “Ow!” cried Neville, and when Ron opened his eyes, he realised he’d shot come all over Neville’s face, too.
“Shit, sorry, mate,” he said, but he felt so good he couldn’t manage to do anything but smile.
Neville huffed, reaching for a towel on the side of the cot. “You don’t look sorry.”
Ron wasn’t that sorry. He coughed. “I’m sorry I came on your face.”
Neville rolled his eyes. “Try in my eye.” After wiping himself off and taking a few perfunctory swipes at Ron, he tossed the towel aside. “Anyway, now that-- Yeah, I should go.” He stood, looking uncomfortable.
“Maybe--” Ron cleared his throat and blushed. “Maybe we could do that again sometime, though? I can bring you off next time. You know, when my arm isn’t broken.”
Neville paused, looking back at Ron. A shy smile broke over his face. “Yeah, okay. Maybe.”
Once he was alone again, Ron hummed, feeling better. Let Harry and Hermione have their adventures. He'd make his own.
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