Drabble/Fic: Living the Illusion
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alisanneTitle: Living the Illusion
Author:alisanne
Pairing/Characters: Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom/Millicent Bulstrode, Neville Longbottom/Cho Chang, Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley (implied).
Word Count: 100 x 14
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Lots of sex?
Betas:sevfan and emynn
Challenge: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
neville100's prompt #278: Illusion.
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 discovers that heroes are popular.
~
Living the Illusion
~
Augusta patted Neville’s cheek. “I never thought I’d see the day you’d be awarded an Order of Merlin,” she said. “I’m so proud!”
Neville smiled. “Thanks, Gran.”
She sighed. “Shall I go backstage with you? I don’t want you to be intimidated--”
Intimidated? After a year of the Carrows, Neville knew nothing could intimidate him. He shook his head. “I’ll be fine.” Let Gran keep her illusions.
“All right. If you’re sure--?”
“I am.” Hugging her, he gently disengaged. “I’ll see you after the ceremony.”
“Wonderful,” she said. “I’ll try to get as close as possible to the front row.”
~
Neville walked backstage and froze when he saw the frenzied activity. There were lines everywhere. He bit his lip, unsure where to go.
“Longbottom. This way, please.”
Blinking down at Pansy Parkinson, Neville frowned. “Parkinson?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, it’s me. Yes, I’m here. No, I’m not getting a sodding award, I’m serving community service and it’s my job to get the heroes ready to receive their awards. Satisfied?”
“Er, okay,” said Neville.
She tossed her head. “Now, if you were under the illusion that you have all day for this, you were wrong. Follow me.”
Abashed, Neville followed.
~
Directing him behind a curtain, Parkinson gestured towards a chair. “What are we doing here?” Neville asked.
Parkinson waved dismissively at some parchments on a table behind her. “Signing releases.”
“Okay--”
“But first--” Parkinson smirked. “You’ve grown quite fit. Your old robes gave the illusion you’re fat, but you’re not.”
“Um--”
Hiking up her skirt, Parkinson straddled him and, shockingly, reached into his trousers. “I’ve always wanted to see the ‘sword of Gryffindor’,” she murmured.
Neville couldn’t not respond; he was eighteen, and in moments he was hard.
Parkinson hummed. “Lovely.” And in a swift move, guided him inside her.
~
Neville groaned as her slick wetness surrounded him. His hand cupped her bottom, stabilising her as she rode him. Even with pleasure spiking through him, however, he noticed something. “No knickers--”
“Well spotted, Longbottom,” Parkinson laughed breathily, her cunt clenching around him. “Nothing gets past you, does it?”
“But--”
Parkinson rolled her eyes. “Are you...under the...illusion that...we’re back here...to talk?”
Undoing her robes, she arched her tits towards him and Neville took the hint immediately, leaning forward and sucking a nipple into his mouth.
It was only a matter of minutes before he spilled inside her.
~
After catching her breath, Parkinson stood and straightened out her robes. Neville, unsure what to do, tried to help. She slapped his hand away. “Tend to your own robes,” she snapped.
Neville did, and once he was presentable, he rose, clearing his throat. “Erm, would you like to--?”
Parkinson snorted. “Let’s be clear here, Longbottom. I just wanted a shag. Don’t be under the illusion that it meant anything.”
“Right.” Neville glanced at the shelf. “What about the releases I have to sign?”
She hummed. “Here you go.” Handing him a sheaf, she gestured to the curtain. “See yourself out.”
~
Disoriented, Neville reentered the corridor. Spotting a line of familiar people, he joined it.
“Hey, Nev!” Harry, standing with Ron, Hermione, and, oddly, Snape, waved. “See you afterwards?”
“Yeah!” Neville called back.
When they reached the stage, a Ministry official took Neville’s releases and directed him on stage.
The ceremony itself was a blur. He stepped up on the dais, there was the flash of what seemed like a million cameras, and Kingsley, beaming, pinned the medal on his robes.
He was then directed off stage by another official, where he hovered uncertainly. And that was where Skeeter found him.
~
“Longbottom. Lovely.” She gestured. “Follow me. We must get your picture.”
Hesitantly, Neville followed her behind a curtain where there were chairs and several sheets hung up to provide backdrops. Skeeter hummed, eyeing him. “The blue I think,” she finally said. “Sit here and my assistant will prep you.”
She left. But when Millicent Bulstrode appeared, Neville almost got up. She shoved him back into the chair. “Relax, I’m--”
“Doing community service?” Neville said.
Bulstrode’s eyes narrowed. “Pansy’s such a slag.”
Neville blushed. “I never--”
Bulstrode hummed. “Why should she get all the heroes?” And she dropped to her knees.
~
It’d only been an hour since Parkinson, but Neville was young. Within seconds of Bulstrode swallowing his prick, he was hard again.
As she sucked, Neville hissed, sensation sparking through his core. In an embarrassingly short time, he was ready to come.
“I’m going to--”
Bulstrode simply sucked harder and, groaning, Neville spilled into her mouth. She swallowed it all before pulling off, eyes calculating as she looked up at him.
“Sorry--” he gasped.
She shrugged, standing. “I was under no illusion that heroes taste any better than regular boys.” Tilting her head, she hummed. “There, now you look relaxed.”
~
Skeeter returned right after Neville did up his trousers and seemed not to notice anything amiss. “Perfect,” she said upon seeing him. “Love the flushed cheeks.”
Neville coughed self-consciously. Bulstrode, however, acted like nothing had happened, and as Skeeter took photos, he relaxed. Once done, she said, “Right, off to the awards table.”
“The what?” Neville asked.
“The awards table.” Skeeter rolled her eyes. “Where you pick up your Galleons.”
“What Galleons?”
Skeeter snorted. “You didn’t know? An Order of Merlin comes with a monetary award. The Ministry’s under no illusions that anyone would show up for these ceremonies otherwise.”
~
The awards table had a line, so as he waited, Neville looked around, again spotting Harry. This time he and Snape were having a fairly intense conversation. Neville considered joining them, but decided against it, under no illusions that he’d be welcome.
“Neville.”
Spinning, he saw Cho Chang there. “Hello, Cho. Did you get an Order of Merlin, too?”
She smiled. “No, I’m just here to support my friends. Want to...chat?”
Neville’s heart sped up. Having just had sex twice in an hour, he recognised the look in her eyes. “Um--”
“Good.” And she dragged him into an alcove.
~
“There,” she said, waving her wand. “Illusion Charm.”
Neville gaped as she shimmied out of her dress to reveal she was wearing no underwear.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Cho, are you sure--?”
She rolled her eyes. “Definitely.” Backing him against the wall, she reached into his trousers.
This time it took longer for his erection to return, but Cho didn’t seem to care, and honestly, Neville didn’t either. He found plenty to do to pass the time, and afterward, Cho was humming.
“Aren’t these ceremonies fun?” she murmured before leaving him in the hallway.
Neville was beginning to see the appeal.
~
After collecting his stipend, Neville decided he’d had enough. And I need a shower, he thought, moving towards the exit.
Before he could leave, however, he saw Ginny waving, looking determined.
Bloody hell, not another one!
He tried another way out but it didn’t work.
“Neville! Are you avoiding me?” she asked, grabbing his arm.
Neville coughed. “No, just tired--”
Her eyes softened. “I’m sure. Well, I was hoping we could get together next week.”
Neville’s eyes widened. “Get together?”
Ginny laughed. “Yes. You know, that’s when friends do social things together. Are you all right?”
Neville smiled, reassured. “Brilliant.”
~
“Good.” Ginny bit her lip and, blushing, leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Floo me.”
Neville blinked. He’d been interested in her for ages, but she’d always been hung up on Harry. “What about Harry?” he blurted.
Ginny snorted. “What about him?” She nodded to where Harry was standing with Snape, and to Neville it looked as if their argument was over. Snape seemed to be hovering possessively as Harry talked to people. “He’s made his choice and I’m under no illusions that it’s me.”
Neville exhaled. “Ah.”
Ginny hummed. “So...Tuesday?”
Neville grinned, clasping her hand and squeezing. “Definitely!”
~
After Ginny left, Augusta approached. “Did that witch just kiss you?”
Neville blushed. “Yeah--”
She sniffed disapprovingly. “Witches today are so forward! I’m not sure I want you socialising with her. In my day, such behaviour would be scandalous!”
Neville bit his lip, under no illusions about what she’d have thought about Parkinson or Bulstrode or Cho. “The world’s different now, though.”
Augusta huffed. “Evidently.” Linking their arms, she led him away. “You’ll excuse me, however, if I try to keep you innocent for just a bit longer.”
Somehow Neville managed not to laugh, but it was a close thing.
~
Author:
alisannePairing/Characters: Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom/Millicent Bulstrode, Neville Longbottom/Cho Chang, Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley (implied).
Word Count: 100 x 14
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Lots of sex?
Betas:
sevfan and emynnChallenge: Written for
neville100's prompt #278: Illusion.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 discovers that heroes are popular.
~
Living the Illusion
~
Augusta patted Neville’s cheek. “I never thought I’d see the day you’d be awarded an Order of Merlin,” she said. “I’m so proud!”
Neville smiled. “Thanks, Gran.”
She sighed. “Shall I go backstage with you? I don’t want you to be intimidated--”
Intimidated? After a year of the Carrows, Neville knew nothing could intimidate him. He shook his head. “I’ll be fine.” Let Gran keep her illusions.
“All right. If you’re sure--?”
“I am.” Hugging her, he gently disengaged. “I’ll see you after the ceremony.”
“Wonderful,” she said. “I’ll try to get as close as possible to the front row.”
~
Neville walked backstage and froze when he saw the frenzied activity. There were lines everywhere. He bit his lip, unsure where to go.
“Longbottom. This way, please.”
Blinking down at Pansy Parkinson, Neville frowned. “Parkinson?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, it’s me. Yes, I’m here. No, I’m not getting a sodding award, I’m serving community service and it’s my job to get the heroes ready to receive their awards. Satisfied?”
“Er, okay,” said Neville.
She tossed her head. “Now, if you were under the illusion that you have all day for this, you were wrong. Follow me.”
Abashed, Neville followed.
~
Directing him behind a curtain, Parkinson gestured towards a chair. “What are we doing here?” Neville asked.
Parkinson waved dismissively at some parchments on a table behind her. “Signing releases.”
“Okay--”
“But first--” Parkinson smirked. “You’ve grown quite fit. Your old robes gave the illusion you’re fat, but you’re not.”
“Um--”
Hiking up her skirt, Parkinson straddled him and, shockingly, reached into his trousers. “I’ve always wanted to see the ‘sword of Gryffindor’,” she murmured.
Neville couldn’t not respond; he was eighteen, and in moments he was hard.
Parkinson hummed. “Lovely.” And in a swift move, guided him inside her.
~
Neville groaned as her slick wetness surrounded him. His hand cupped her bottom, stabilising her as she rode him. Even with pleasure spiking through him, however, he noticed something. “No knickers--”
“Well spotted, Longbottom,” Parkinson laughed breathily, her cunt clenching around him. “Nothing gets past you, does it?”
“But--”
Parkinson rolled her eyes. “Are you...under the...illusion that...we’re back here...to talk?”
Undoing her robes, she arched her tits towards him and Neville took the hint immediately, leaning forward and sucking a nipple into his mouth.
It was only a matter of minutes before he spilled inside her.
~
After catching her breath, Parkinson stood and straightened out her robes. Neville, unsure what to do, tried to help. She slapped his hand away. “Tend to your own robes,” she snapped.
Neville did, and once he was presentable, he rose, clearing his throat. “Erm, would you like to--?”
Parkinson snorted. “Let’s be clear here, Longbottom. I just wanted a shag. Don’t be under the illusion that it meant anything.”
“Right.” Neville glanced at the shelf. “What about the releases I have to sign?”
She hummed. “Here you go.” Handing him a sheaf, she gestured to the curtain. “See yourself out.”
~
Disoriented, Neville reentered the corridor. Spotting a line of familiar people, he joined it.
“Hey, Nev!” Harry, standing with Ron, Hermione, and, oddly, Snape, waved. “See you afterwards?”
“Yeah!” Neville called back.
When they reached the stage, a Ministry official took Neville’s releases and directed him on stage.
The ceremony itself was a blur. He stepped up on the dais, there was the flash of what seemed like a million cameras, and Kingsley, beaming, pinned the medal on his robes.
He was then directed off stage by another official, where he hovered uncertainly. And that was where Skeeter found him.
~
“Longbottom. Lovely.” She gestured. “Follow me. We must get your picture.”
Hesitantly, Neville followed her behind a curtain where there were chairs and several sheets hung up to provide backdrops. Skeeter hummed, eyeing him. “The blue I think,” she finally said. “Sit here and my assistant will prep you.”
She left. But when Millicent Bulstrode appeared, Neville almost got up. She shoved him back into the chair. “Relax, I’m--”
“Doing community service?” Neville said.
Bulstrode’s eyes narrowed. “Pansy’s such a slag.”
Neville blushed. “I never--”
Bulstrode hummed. “Why should she get all the heroes?” And she dropped to her knees.
~
It’d only been an hour since Parkinson, but Neville was young. Within seconds of Bulstrode swallowing his prick, he was hard again.
As she sucked, Neville hissed, sensation sparking through his core. In an embarrassingly short time, he was ready to come.
“I’m going to--”
Bulstrode simply sucked harder and, groaning, Neville spilled into her mouth. She swallowed it all before pulling off, eyes calculating as she looked up at him.
“Sorry--” he gasped.
She shrugged, standing. “I was under no illusion that heroes taste any better than regular boys.” Tilting her head, she hummed. “There, now you look relaxed.”
~
Skeeter returned right after Neville did up his trousers and seemed not to notice anything amiss. “Perfect,” she said upon seeing him. “Love the flushed cheeks.”
Neville coughed self-consciously. Bulstrode, however, acted like nothing had happened, and as Skeeter took photos, he relaxed. Once done, she said, “Right, off to the awards table.”
“The what?” Neville asked.
“The awards table.” Skeeter rolled her eyes. “Where you pick up your Galleons.”
“What Galleons?”
Skeeter snorted. “You didn’t know? An Order of Merlin comes with a monetary award. The Ministry’s under no illusions that anyone would show up for these ceremonies otherwise.”
~
The awards table had a line, so as he waited, Neville looked around, again spotting Harry. This time he and Snape were having a fairly intense conversation. Neville considered joining them, but decided against it, under no illusions that he’d be welcome.
“Neville.”
Spinning, he saw Cho Chang there. “Hello, Cho. Did you get an Order of Merlin, too?”
She smiled. “No, I’m just here to support my friends. Want to...chat?”
Neville’s heart sped up. Having just had sex twice in an hour, he recognised the look in her eyes. “Um--”
“Good.” And she dragged him into an alcove.
~
“There,” she said, waving her wand. “Illusion Charm.”
Neville gaped as she shimmied out of her dress to reveal she was wearing no underwear.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Cho, are you sure--?”
She rolled her eyes. “Definitely.” Backing him against the wall, she reached into his trousers.
This time it took longer for his erection to return, but Cho didn’t seem to care, and honestly, Neville didn’t either. He found plenty to do to pass the time, and afterward, Cho was humming.
“Aren’t these ceremonies fun?” she murmured before leaving him in the hallway.
Neville was beginning to see the appeal.
~
After collecting his stipend, Neville decided he’d had enough. And I need a shower, he thought, moving towards the exit.
Before he could leave, however, he saw Ginny waving, looking determined.
Bloody hell, not another one!
He tried another way out but it didn’t work.
“Neville! Are you avoiding me?” she asked, grabbing his arm.
Neville coughed. “No, just tired--”
Her eyes softened. “I’m sure. Well, I was hoping we could get together next week.”
Neville’s eyes widened. “Get together?”
Ginny laughed. “Yes. You know, that’s when friends do social things together. Are you all right?”
Neville smiled, reassured. “Brilliant.”
~
“Good.” Ginny bit her lip and, blushing, leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Floo me.”
Neville blinked. He’d been interested in her for ages, but she’d always been hung up on Harry. “What about Harry?” he blurted.
Ginny snorted. “What about him?” She nodded to where Harry was standing with Snape, and to Neville it looked as if their argument was over. Snape seemed to be hovering possessively as Harry talked to people. “He’s made his choice and I’m under no illusions that it’s me.”
Neville exhaled. “Ah.”
Ginny hummed. “So...Tuesday?”
Neville grinned, clasping her hand and squeezing. “Definitely!”
~
After Ginny left, Augusta approached. “Did that witch just kiss you?”
Neville blushed. “Yeah--”
She sniffed disapprovingly. “Witches today are so forward! I’m not sure I want you socialising with her. In my day, such behaviour would be scandalous!”
Neville bit his lip, under no illusions about what she’d have thought about Parkinson or Bulstrode or Cho. “The world’s different now, though.”
Augusta huffed. “Evidently.” Linking their arms, she led him away. “You’ll excuse me, however, if I try to keep you innocent for just a bit longer.”
Somehow Neville managed not to laugh, but it was a close thing.
~
