Drabble: Excuses, Excuses
Jan. 19th, 2009 12:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Excuses, Excuses
Author:
alisanne
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Bill Weasley, mention of Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta:
sevfan
Challenge: Written for
neville100's prompt #52: Quidditch
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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Excuses, Excuses
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Neville cheered as Bill scored the winning points in the Weasleys’ weekly Quidditch match. The other players, Harry, Ron, Dean, and Ginny, were all playing rough, and when Bill dismounted his broom, he was limping.
Snape collected a bruised Harry, muttering about ‘Quidditch-mad idiots’ before whisking him inside. Neville winced in sympathy when Bill drew near. “Looks painful,” he said.
Bill shrugged. “It stings,” he admitted, accepting Neville’s arm. “But,” he purred, “it’s worth the massage I hope you’ll be giving me in a minute.”
Neville chuckled. When would Bill realise he needed no excuse to have Neville touch him?
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Author:
![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Bill Weasley, mention of Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta:
![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
Challenge: Written for
![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
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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Excuses, Excuses
~
Neville cheered as Bill scored the winning points in the Weasleys’ weekly Quidditch match. The other players, Harry, Ron, Dean, and Ginny, were all playing rough, and when Bill dismounted his broom, he was limping.
Snape collected a bruised Harry, muttering about ‘Quidditch-mad idiots’ before whisking him inside. Neville winced in sympathy when Bill drew near. “Looks painful,” he said.
Bill shrugged. “It stings,” he admitted, accepting Neville’s arm. “But,” he purred, “it’s worth the massage I hope you’ll be giving me in a minute.”
Neville chuckled. When would Bill realise he needed no excuse to have Neville touch him?
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