Drabble: Ignorance is Bliss
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alisanneTitle: Ignorance is Bliss
Author:alisanne
Pairing/Characters: Neville Longbottom/Draco Malfoy and assorted others (highlight to see)*Augusta Longbottom/Minerva McGonagall, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Malfoy/Severus Snape.*
Word Count: 100 x 8
Rating: NC-17
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neville100's prompt# 361: Celebrate.
Warning(s)/Genre: Humor, rimming.
Beta(s):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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Ignorance Is Bliss
~
Mouth attached to Draco’s, Neville stumbles backwards up Longbottom House’s stairs. Dragging his lips from Draco, he whispers, “Shh! Be quiet! Gran’s probably already in bed.”
“Which is where we’ll be soon enough,” Draco purrs softly, hands cupping Neville’s arse.
Laughing softly, Neville presses close again, and the kiss is just deepening when someone clears their throat.
Springing apart, both Neville and Draco stare at Augusta Longbottom, who’s holding hands with…Minerva McGonagall?
“Looks like we’re not the only ones planning a celebration tonight,” says Augusta. “Don’t forget the Silencing Charms, lads.” And, humming, she pulls Minerva into her room.
~
“We can’t!” says Neville, seated on his bed. “They’ll know what we’re doing!”
Draco, beside him, snorts. “And we know what they’re doing. So?”
“So?” Neville gapes at him. “What if it was your mother in the next bedroom, celebrating with your employer?”
Draco’s eyes go wide. “Ew! Way to ruin the mood.”
“I wish I could forget the whole thing happened,” Neville sighs.
“I could Obliviate you,” Draco offers.
Neville frowns. “Then what? I Obliviate you, too?”
“Knowing what they’re doing doesn’t bother me.” Draco smirked, edging closer. “I only care about what we do.”
Neville smiles. “Fair enough.”
~
“Fuck!” Neville shouts, fisting the sheets. “Draco!”
Draco murmurs something, but as his tongue’s inside Neville’s arse, it’s indecipherable. Not that Neville cares. Draco’s making him forget everything, including his own name.
When Draco shifts, replacing his tongue with his cock, Neville can’t contain himself, he roars, levering himself onto his knees to push himself onto Draco.
Draco pounds into Neville, the bed slamming against the wall in time with his thrusts.
Neville’s whimpering, begging, when he hears similar, celebratory cries from the next room.
He cringes, but it’s too late to stop, and he comes, dragging Draco with him.
~
Neville’s orgasm rolls over him, leaving him blind for a moment. When he comes to in Draco’s arms, and hears what’s emanating from beyond the wall, he shudders. “Let’s get out of here.”
Draco, boneless beside him, snorts. “And go where?”
“Anywhere.”
“Neville, honestly, it’s a natural bodily function. Everyone does it—”
“Not. My. Grandmother,” Neville grits out.
“Well, I hate to disagree with you—” Pausing, Draco smirks. “Wait, that’s wrong. I love to disagree with you, actually.” His smirks widens. “Plus, given the celebratory noises she’s making? She’s doing it now.”
“Argh!” Neville covers his ears. “Make it stop!”
~
Eventually, Draco takes pity on Neville, and they sneak to the Floo, Neville resolutely ignoring the sounds coming from Augusta’s room.
“Malfoy Manor,” Draco says, and Neville exhales in relief as green flame engulfs them.
They emerge in a sitting room. “This way,” Draco says. “We may have to say hello. Father’s home from Azkaban, and Mother planned an intimate celebration to welcome him home—”
As they round the corner, however, Neville sees Lucius seated in a chair, Severus Snape on his knees before him, mouth around his cock, while Narcissa fucks him with a strap-on from behind.
Draco screams.
~
“Better?” Neville asks.
Draco, pissed on brandy, groans. “I still see ’em,” he whispers. “What the actual fuck? How long’ve they been celebrating like that?”
“No clue.” Neville shrugs. “I guess now’s not the time to say they were kinda hot?”
Draco’s glare could have incinerated ice had he not been drunk. “Not. Funny.”
Neville sighs. “I know.” He takes another swig of his own brandy. “We can’t ’bliviate ourselves, and as soon as I ’bliviate you, you’ll forget why you should return the favour.”
“There may,” Draco slurs, “be a solution. Trust me?”
“’Course.”
“Bippy!” Draco shouts. “Come here!”
~
Bippy the house-elf blinks. “Master Draco wants Bippy to remove memories?”
“Yes. Just the ones of me seeing my parents and Severus together.”
“Us,” Neville says.
“Right.” Draco frowns. “And the ones of them seeing us see them. And we’ll need you to go to Longbottom House and remove the memories of Augusta Longbottom and Minerva McGonagall seeing us celebrate there tonight.”
“And our memories of seeing and hearing them,” Neville adds, shuddering.
Bippy’s eyes go wide. “Bippy cannot hex wizards!”
“If you don’t, I’m giving you a sock—”
“Please,” Neville says, interrupting.
Bippy pulls her ears. “Bippy obeys.”
~
Neville smiles as Draco kisses his neck. “We celebrated hard last night,” he whispers.
He feels Draco’s smirk against his skin. “What makes you say that?”
“I’m sore.” Neville shifts. “Really sore.”
“Oh?” Draco’s hand finds Neville’s erection. “I’m happy to let you do all the work this time.”
“Of course you are,” Neville laughs.
“Oh, hey,” Draco says, sounding puzzled. “Where are we?”
Neville opens his eyes. “Oh, we’re at Longbottom House. We must’ve snuck in last night.”
“Think anyone noticed?”
Neville rolls over, pinning Draco to the bed. “Do we care?” he growls.
Draco smirks. “Not at all.”
~
Author:
alisannePairing/Characters: Neville Longbottom/Draco Malfoy and assorted others (highlight to see)*Augusta Longbottom/Minerva McGonagall, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Malfoy/Severus Snape.*
Word Count: 100 x 8
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Written for
neville100/neville100's prompt# 361: Celebrate.Warning(s)/Genre: Humor, rimming.
Beta(s):
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.
~
Ignorance Is Bliss
~
Mouth attached to Draco’s, Neville stumbles backwards up Longbottom House’s stairs. Dragging his lips from Draco, he whispers, “Shh! Be quiet! Gran’s probably already in bed.”
“Which is where we’ll be soon enough,” Draco purrs softly, hands cupping Neville’s arse.
Laughing softly, Neville presses close again, and the kiss is just deepening when someone clears their throat.
Springing apart, both Neville and Draco stare at Augusta Longbottom, who’s holding hands with…Minerva McGonagall?
“Looks like we’re not the only ones planning a celebration tonight,” says Augusta. “Don’t forget the Silencing Charms, lads.” And, humming, she pulls Minerva into her room.
~
“We can’t!” says Neville, seated on his bed. “They’ll know what we’re doing!”
Draco, beside him, snorts. “And we know what they’re doing. So?”
“So?” Neville gapes at him. “What if it was your mother in the next bedroom, celebrating with your employer?”
Draco’s eyes go wide. “Ew! Way to ruin the mood.”
“I wish I could forget the whole thing happened,” Neville sighs.
“I could Obliviate you,” Draco offers.
Neville frowns. “Then what? I Obliviate you, too?”
“Knowing what they’re doing doesn’t bother me.” Draco smirked, edging closer. “I only care about what we do.”
Neville smiles. “Fair enough.”
~
“Fuck!” Neville shouts, fisting the sheets. “Draco!”
Draco murmurs something, but as his tongue’s inside Neville’s arse, it’s indecipherable. Not that Neville cares. Draco’s making him forget everything, including his own name.
When Draco shifts, replacing his tongue with his cock, Neville can’t contain himself, he roars, levering himself onto his knees to push himself onto Draco.
Draco pounds into Neville, the bed slamming against the wall in time with his thrusts.
Neville’s whimpering, begging, when he hears similar, celebratory cries from the next room.
He cringes, but it’s too late to stop, and he comes, dragging Draco with him.
~
Neville’s orgasm rolls over him, leaving him blind for a moment. When he comes to in Draco’s arms, and hears what’s emanating from beyond the wall, he shudders. “Let’s get out of here.”
Draco, boneless beside him, snorts. “And go where?”
“Anywhere.”
“Neville, honestly, it’s a natural bodily function. Everyone does it—”
“Not. My. Grandmother,” Neville grits out.
“Well, I hate to disagree with you—” Pausing, Draco smirks. “Wait, that’s wrong. I love to disagree with you, actually.” His smirks widens. “Plus, given the celebratory noises she’s making? She’s doing it now.”
“Argh!” Neville covers his ears. “Make it stop!”
~
Eventually, Draco takes pity on Neville, and they sneak to the Floo, Neville resolutely ignoring the sounds coming from Augusta’s room.
“Malfoy Manor,” Draco says, and Neville exhales in relief as green flame engulfs them.
They emerge in a sitting room. “This way,” Draco says. “We may have to say hello. Father’s home from Azkaban, and Mother planned an intimate celebration to welcome him home—”
As they round the corner, however, Neville sees Lucius seated in a chair, Severus Snape on his knees before him, mouth around his cock, while Narcissa fucks him with a strap-on from behind.
Draco screams.
~
“Better?” Neville asks.
Draco, pissed on brandy, groans. “I still see ’em,” he whispers. “What the actual fuck? How long’ve they been celebrating like that?”
“No clue.” Neville shrugs. “I guess now’s not the time to say they were kinda hot?”
Draco’s glare could have incinerated ice had he not been drunk. “Not. Funny.”
Neville sighs. “I know.” He takes another swig of his own brandy. “We can’t ’bliviate ourselves, and as soon as I ’bliviate you, you’ll forget why you should return the favour.”
“There may,” Draco slurs, “be a solution. Trust me?”
“’Course.”
“Bippy!” Draco shouts. “Come here!”
~
Bippy the house-elf blinks. “Master Draco wants Bippy to remove memories?”
“Yes. Just the ones of me seeing my parents and Severus together.”
“Us,” Neville says.
“Right.” Draco frowns. “And the ones of them seeing us see them. And we’ll need you to go to Longbottom House and remove the memories of Augusta Longbottom and Minerva McGonagall seeing us celebrate there tonight.”
“And our memories of seeing and hearing them,” Neville adds, shuddering.
Bippy’s eyes go wide. “Bippy cannot hex wizards!”
“If you don’t, I’m giving you a sock—”
“Please,” Neville says, interrupting.
Bippy pulls her ears. “Bippy obeys.”
~
Neville smiles as Draco kisses his neck. “We celebrated hard last night,” he whispers.
He feels Draco’s smirk against his skin. “What makes you say that?”
“I’m sore.” Neville shifts. “Really sore.”
“Oh?” Draco’s hand finds Neville’s erection. “I’m happy to let you do all the work this time.”
“Of course you are,” Neville laughs.
“Oh, hey,” Draco says, sounding puzzled. “Where are we?”
Neville opens his eyes. “Oh, we’re at Longbottom House. We must’ve snuck in last night.”
“Think anyone noticed?”
Neville rolls over, pinning Draco to the bed. “Do we care?” he growls.
Draco smirks. “Not at all.”
~
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Date: 2017-08-02 10:07 pm (UTC)And to think that I almost scrolled by. ;) I moused over the pairing list and was drawn in my the Severus/Lucius/Narcissa. And I'm delighted that I did!
Excellent! Very fun. Poor Draco. Poor Neville. Poor Bippy! LOL!
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Date: 2017-08-02 11:10 pm (UTC)So, true story. As I was writing this, I was wracking my brain to come up with a pairing that would traumatize Draco as much as Neville had been scarred, and then I thought of your fic and I cackled as I wrote. *g*
So yes, it's only appropriate you read this since you (inadvertently) inspired it! <3
Thank you so much!
*cuddles traumatized boys and elf*
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Date: 2017-08-03 12:12 am (UTC)Lovely and inexplicably hot! :P
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Date: 2017-08-03 12:24 am (UTC)It really is uncomfortable. It's much better if we just...never contemplate such things. ;)
Poor lads. Bippy did them a huge favor. *g*
Thank you, bb! <3
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Date: 2017-08-03 07:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-08-03 09:14 pm (UTC)Thanks, hon!
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Date: 2017-08-03 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-08-04 11:56 pm (UTC)Yeah it would be. *g* No one wants to see their parents in such a position. :)
Thank you!
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Date: 2017-08-06 12:33 pm (UTC)Such a wonderful, funny, sarcastic fic—thank you for writing & sharing it with us! ;-)
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Date: 2017-08-06 09:50 pm (UTC)The Malfoys (and Severus) had an excuse, I agree, although it was still quite traumatizing, I imagine. ;)
Heh. Glad you enjoyed it and it gave you a smile.
Thanks so much! <3