Title: Neville's New Year's Eve, Part One
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digthewriter
Pairing: Neville, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott
Word Count: 100x4
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Prompt 451: Hope for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
neville100.
A/N: Unbetaed. I'll either post Part Two in a few days or for the next challenge.
Neville wandered the hallway of Harry's flat, looking for a quiet corner. It was nearly midnight and everyone was going to cheer for the New Year. He merely wanted to get out of there.
"You can't leave yet," a very drunk Draco told him, looking hopeful. "You promised me!"
Neville had arrived at the party with Draco who was still dancing around in circles with Harry. Neville was only slightly jealous, it wasn't like he wanted Harry or Draco, not necessarily, but it was so frustrating to be around people who were so clearly in love. Everyone around him was in love or at least lust for the night but not him. Not with him.
"Longbottom…" Neville turned to escape a group of some off-key singing when he bumped right into Blaise Zabini.
"Pardon," Neville said and tried to back away from the broad man and his very snug button-down shirt. Zabini smelled of Firewhisky tangled with very expensive cologne.
"Wait a moment," Zabini grabbed Neville's wrist, pulling him close. He dragged Neville away from the crowd and finally into an empty room. Neville was relatively certain the room belonged to Luna but she wasn't at the party as she was travelling with her girlfriends.
"We can't be in someone else's room," Neville said in a hushed tone. Before he could say anything else another figure came out from the shadows.
"Did you get it?" the mystery figure said and Neville quickly recognised him to be Theodore Nott. "Oh, hello. This isn't Potter's expensive Firewhisky."
"What are you two doing in here? This room isn't open to guests," said Neville, feeling like a very lame Prefect.
"I asked Potter if I could stay in Luna's room as she's not here and I had a bit of a headache," Zabini said and Nott snorted.
"Right, headache…" Neville said. "If you'll excuse me…"
"You were looking to escape, weren't you?" Zabini asked, eventually letting go of his hold on Neville and Neville missed the warmth. Still, both men were close enough that he didn't miss the scent of their cologne. It was crisp and cinnammony and Neville thought of hot cider which brought another familiar sentiment to the surface. His Greenhouse and how he wished he were there right now. Maybe even with them.
"We've been watching you all night," Nott said. "You're a quiet little one, aren't you?"
"So?" Neville challenged.
Author:
digthewriterPairing: Neville, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott
Word Count: 100x4
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Prompt 451: Hope for
neville100.A/N: Unbetaed. I'll either post Part Two in a few days or for the next challenge.
Neville wandered the hallway of Harry's flat, looking for a quiet corner. It was nearly midnight and everyone was going to cheer for the New Year. He merely wanted to get out of there.
"You can't leave yet," a very drunk Draco told him, looking hopeful. "You promised me!"
Neville had arrived at the party with Draco who was still dancing around in circles with Harry. Neville was only slightly jealous, it wasn't like he wanted Harry or Draco, not necessarily, but it was so frustrating to be around people who were so clearly in love. Everyone around him was in love or at least lust for the night but not him. Not with him.
"Longbottom…" Neville turned to escape a group of some off-key singing when he bumped right into Blaise Zabini.
"Pardon," Neville said and tried to back away from the broad man and his very snug button-down shirt. Zabini smelled of Firewhisky tangled with very expensive cologne.
"Wait a moment," Zabini grabbed Neville's wrist, pulling him close. He dragged Neville away from the crowd and finally into an empty room. Neville was relatively certain the room belonged to Luna but she wasn't at the party as she was travelling with her girlfriends.
"We can't be in someone else's room," Neville said in a hushed tone. Before he could say anything else another figure came out from the shadows.
"Did you get it?" the mystery figure said and Neville quickly recognised him to be Theodore Nott. "Oh, hello. This isn't Potter's expensive Firewhisky."
"What are you two doing in here? This room isn't open to guests," said Neville, feeling like a very lame Prefect.
"I asked Potter if I could stay in Luna's room as she's not here and I had a bit of a headache," Zabini said and Nott snorted.
"Right, headache…" Neville said. "If you'll excuse me…"
"You were looking to escape, weren't you?" Zabini asked, eventually letting go of his hold on Neville and Neville missed the warmth. Still, both men were close enough that he didn't miss the scent of their cologne. It was crisp and cinnammony and Neville thought of hot cider which brought another familiar sentiment to the surface. His Greenhouse and how he wished he were there right now. Maybe even with them.
"We've been watching you all night," Nott said. "You're a quiet little one, aren't you?"
"So?" Neville challenged.
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