alisanne

Title: Enjoying his Nightlife
Author:

alisanne
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Draco Malfoy, Dean Thomas/Ginny Weasley, Severus Snape/Harry Potter (implied)
Word Count: 100 x 5
Rating: R
Warnings: Um, blowjob?
Beta:

lilyseyes
Challenge: Written for

neville100's prompt #269: Nightlife, and for

torino10154's Blow Job Friday.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: Neville's nightlife is exciting enough.

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Enjoying the Nightlife

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“Neville!” Ginny, arm around Dean’s waist, grinned. “Come clubbing with us.”

Neville looked up from his book and smiled. “No thanks. I’m not really the clubbing sort.”

“Hermione and Ron are going,” Ginny wheedled. “And maybe even Harry.”

Neville raised an eyebrow. “What about Snape?”

Ginny rolled her eyebrows. “Even he has to let Harry enjoy nightlife sometime.”

Neville coughed. “According to Harry, they enjoy their nightlife just fine.”

“Whatever.” Ginny huffed. “So, last chance. Coming?”

Neville smiled. “Clubbing you mean? No.”

Rolling her eyes, Ginny turned away. “Of course. What else could I’ve meant?”

Neville smirked. Oh, many things--

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Once alone, Neville put his book aside and stood up. Kneeling in front of the fireplace, he tossed in some Floo powder. “Draco Malfoy.”

The fire flared green and Draco’s face appeared. “What are you doing home? Rumour has it that you and your friends were planning an outing to enjoy London’s nightlife.”

Neville raised an eyebrow. “Everyone else is out. Which means I’m here all alone.”

Slowly, Draco smiled. “So, are you hoping for a solitary evening or are you up for company?”

Neville smiled back. “Company. Definitely.”

Draco licked his lips. “In that case, I’ll be right over.”

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“Where’d they go?” Draco asked as Neville let him into his living room.

“Clubbing.” Neville sighed. “And that sort of nightlife’s not my thing.”

“Oh?” Draco purred, turning around and pressing against Neville. “The idea of picking up random blokes doesn’t appeal?”

“Not especially,” said Neville. “Does it appeal to you?” Neville’s breath caught as Draco dropped to his knees.

“Not especially,” Draco whispered. He smirked up at Neville. “Now, how shall I reward you for your very...discriminating taste?”

As Draco untied his flies, Neville leaned his head back against the door gasping, “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

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Draco had a clever mouth, and when he wrapped that clever mouth around the tip of Neville’s cock and slid down, Neville’s knees buckled as he almost slid to the floor.

“Fuck,” Neville whispered as Draco fluttered his tongue against the underside of Neville’s cock. “Draco--”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” Draco murmured teasingly as he pulled off for a moment. “But first--”

Neville’s hands tightened in Draco’s hair as Draco swallowed his cock and hummed, and within moments Neville was gasping, spurting down Draco’s throat. “Merlin!”

Pulling back, Draco smirked up at Neville. “How’s that for nightlife?”

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Ginny Flooed Neville at midnight. “You should’ve come. We had fun!”

I came. Many times. Neville hummed. “That’s great, Gin.”

She sighed. “We’re all worried, Nev. You need a more exciting nightlife.”

Neville coughed. “My nightlife’s exciting.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Oh please. At least Harry has Snape as his excuse. What’s yours?”

“That would be me,” purred Draco from behind him.

Ginny’s eyes widened. “Malfoy?”

Neville smiled. “Goodnight, Gin.”

She huffed. “What is it about Slytherin men--?”

Closing the Floo, Neville turned to Draco. “Yes, what is it about Slytherins?” he murmured.

Draco smirked. “C’mere and I’ll show you.”

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