Drabble: Too Well
May. 28th, 2008 04:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alisanneTitle: Too Well
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Bill Weasley
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Warnings: Character death, but it's okay, really. ;)
Beta:None, let me know if you see errors. Edit: My darling sevfan came to the rescue. *hugs her*
Summary: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
neville100's challenge #18: Memorial
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: I am an evil woman... *g*
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Too Well
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Neville shifted uncomfortably.
“Need a Cushioning Charm?” Bill murmured.
Neville blushed. “Bill...”
Bill embraced him. “Do you want to stop?”
Neville shook his head, moaning as Bill’s hands caressed him. “I can’t believe we’re actually here doing this,” he gasped. “It’s your parents' memorial!”
Bill grinned wickedly. “You do remember my parents, yes? They had seven children. They must have done this a few times.”
“Not outside on a memorial stone, though,” Neville murmured.
Bill kissed him quiet. “Bet it wasn’t for lack of trying,” he replied.
From her vantage point, Molly’s ghost laughed. Her son knew her too well.
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Author:
alisannePairing: Neville Longbottom/Bill Weasley
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Warnings: Character death, but it's okay, really. ;)
Beta:
sevfan came to the rescue. *hugs her*Summary: Written for
neville100's challenge #18: MemorialDisclaimer:The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: I am an evil woman... *g*
~
Too Well
~
Neville shifted uncomfortably.
“Need a Cushioning Charm?” Bill murmured.
Neville blushed. “Bill...”
Bill embraced him. “Do you want to stop?”
Neville shook his head, moaning as Bill’s hands caressed him. “I can’t believe we’re actually here doing this,” he gasped. “It’s your parents' memorial!”
Bill grinned wickedly. “You do remember my parents, yes? They had seven children. They must have done this a few times.”
“Not outside on a memorial stone, though,” Neville murmured.
Bill kissed him quiet. “Bet it wasn’t for lack of trying,” he replied.
From her vantage point, Molly’s ghost laughed. Her son knew her too well.
~
