It took a moment for it sink in that the potion had worked and as his eyes tracked the small mouse across the floor it still felt like he was going to wake up and the potion will have exploded and he'd be rushing to the hospital wing. Opening and closing his mouth silently a couple of times he watched as Draco put things away. It was then that Draco's last words filtered through and a blush settled on his face.

Neville busied himself with scooping the potion out and bottling it; marking the label carefully and then sending the dirtied caldron over to the side to get cleaned. When Draco returned he reached out and lightly curled his fingers around Draco's pale wrist; pulling him close.

It wasn't often that Neville was the aggressor in anything so as he stood there just holding Draco close he felt out of character. He was going to pull away but instead he bent his head towards Draco and very lightly brushed his lips across the blonde's, his hands resting lightly on Draco's hips.

Though the first kiss was a chaste and shy affair the second one was more controlled and eager with Neville tracing the wet seam of Draco's lips before nipping and pulling lightly on the bottom one.

"For a potion well done." He murmured against Draco's lips when he pulled back a bit.

Draco nudged Neville onto one of the stools and climbed onto his lap.

"You didn't melt a cauldron or blow us up, I think that calls for a nice snogging session."

Draco went back to kissing him, his tongue pushing past Neville's lips to explore more. One hand at the back of Neville's head curled into his hair, the other working on loosening Neville's tie and popping some buttons on the collar of his shirt. His hand slipped inside the freed material to touch the warm skin beneath, and his mouth, lips puffy and pink from kissing, broke away from Neville's and moved along his jawline and then downwards, nipping the sensitive skin of Neville's neck in between the kisses he laid along the pulse.

If anyone would have ever told him that he'd be doing this with Neville, he would have laughed in their face, but now he was so lost in the closeness, feel, scent, and reaction of the other teen. In the moment he wasn't ashamed of his preferences, there was no thought of the rules he was meant to abide by, there was right now no fear of being caught and outed. It was just Draco and Neville locked away behind a charmed door and nothing or no one could bother them now. Draco sighed against Neville's skin as he continued to bother it with his mouth. He was pleasantly aroused, happy and in peace in this moment, and it was such a good feeling.

Neville's eyes were closed tight as his hands were fisted in Draco's robes. Between the feather light kisses were hard nips and each one brought out a moan that seemed to be ripped from the very pit of his soul. After the first couple of minutes and after the initial fear that Snape was going to bust in on them and find them in the intimate position, Neville started to respond in a more aggressive manner.

His one hand that was clutching Draco's robes moved up and threaded through the pale blonde locks, tugging lightly as the other worked it's way into the black flowing material and past the barrier of Draco's clothes to find warm skin.

"Haa..Dra--bloody hell."

He managed to stutter out before he used the hand in Draco's hair to pull him back up for a kiss. The feel of Draco's arousal pressed against his belly gave an occasional twitch and he blushed hard as his responded in kind; the hardness pressing hard against Draco's rear where he was sat firmly on his lap. His body was craving more and the unknowledge of what it was asking for sent a small fissure of fear skittering through his body and pulled away with a shaky breath; his lips only inches away from Draco's.

"I-I....think Draco that we need to...I think that we need to stop for now..."

Draco moaned in his throat a little, his eyes alight and a bit of a wolfish expression on his face as his hair tumbled over his forehead. He kissed Neville's lips once more, and then shifted his weight a bit. He was going get out of Neville's lap but he couldn't help but linger just a bit longer. He was enjoying the hard bulge that was pressing against his bottom. Draco was used to getting his way. If he wanted something, it wasn't often that he was denied it. However, Neville was right and if Neville didn't want to take this any further just yet Draco knew he had to respect that. He had spent so long disrespecting Neville that if he wanted them to continue being on friendly terms--and he did, he was beginning to genuinely like him--then Neville would have to trust him. Neville had respected him enough to keep Draco's secret. Draco would do him the courtesy of respecting him as well. Besides, they had many other 'lessons' and all the time in the world to discover each other.

"Very well." Draco slid out of Neville's lap and smoothed his clothing a bit. He combed his blond hair back with his fingers, but it just fell back onto his forehead again. "We'll stop then." Draco leaned back against the table, studying Neville a bit. "How are things with Seamus?"

Neville took a moment to compose himself, taking a few deep breaths to help calm the fire that was slowly seeping through his veins. The sudden empty feeling that settled on him had him wanting to pull Draco back to his lap, and he allowed him a bit of an indulgence. He spread his legs and pulled Draco between them, smiling a bit as he stole a kiss before speaking.

"Seamus." He sighed as he looked down. "I think he's getting the wrong idea. Yes we do things together, but I've made it clear that we're nothing more than friends....though I think he's spreading the rumor that we're together." His ears pink up a bit as he clears his throat. "I think I have to lay the law down a bit firmer with him."

Draco was surprised at the wave of jealousy that welled up inside, despite knowing well that Seamus was just Neville's cover. He found that he didn't like the idea of Seamus trying to make moves on Neville. Sure Pansy made sure to lay on the affection and touchy-touchy in public to solidify their 'relationship' but that was different. Neville knew that Pansy wasn't possible competition--wait, what was Draco thinking? Competition? He was Draco Malfoy, that eliminated competition. Why would Neville want anyone else when he had Draco Malfoy in his lap? Draco blinked, realizing he had moved onto Neville's lap again without even realizing it. He slipped his hand into the pocket of Neville's pants, giving the healthy pad of Neville's rear a just as healthy squeeze. His face was close to Neville's, their noses nearly touching. It was hard not to pick up where they had left off on their snogging session.

"I want to take you somewhere, Neville. What I mean is, I want to take you on a date. We can sneak away one evening on my broom. We could go to Hogsmeade...there's a decent enough restaurant there called Phoenix Landing. It's a bit out of the way and off to itself."

Neville hadn't been paying attention to what Draco had been saying; it was hard to do with his lips being so close and he supposed he should have at least been paying a little bit, Draco could have been lining up their next lesson. Instead the moment Draco had stopped talking he'd leaned the rest of the way in and captured Draco's lips for a chaste kiss. Well it had been chaste for all of three minutes before he found himself nipping and licking at Draco's lips.

As he rodded the moist seam of the kiss swollen and flushed lips it sunk in what Draco had been talking about and he pulled away, stuttering a bit as he looked at Draco with wide eyes.

"A-A-A date? S-s-s-sneak out of school? Hogsmead?" Blushing he cleared his throat and attempted to sound a bit more in control; even if his voice did squeak a bit. "I mean, thats sounds wonderful. What night do you want to go?"

"How about tomorrow? Meet me at the Quidditch pitch at eight...and don't worry. We'll be fine. We wont be caught." He placed a last kiss to Neville's lips. "Night, Nev. I'm sure Snape will want to question me tomorrow about tonight, and I'm sure he won't believe me when I tell him how well you did--and that you didn't blow up his dungeon."

Draco slid out of Neville's lap and moved towards the door, then stopped with his hand on the knob.

"See you tomorrow."

Neville blushed as he nodded. "Tomorrow, 8 oclock." He breathed as he worked to bring himself under control. It wouldn't do too well for him to return to the tower out of breath and looking like he'd just run a mile. He finally got to his feet and followed after Draco, leaning in playfully and nipping at his neck before moving away.

"Snape will think that you did all the work tonight since there is no injury to you or I." He laughed.

Draco parted ways from Neville and headed to bed, sleeping well.

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"You're going to be late." Pansy drawled as she lounged lazily on Draco's bed. Of course she wasn't supposed to be in the boys dorms and would be in trouble by Snape should she be caught, but if any of the Slytherin boys happened to come in none of them would dare say anything of it.

She and Draco were the only ones in the room right now anyway. Draco had ordered everyone out and just to make sure they weren't bothered he left his goons guarding the door.

"I'm not going to be late, Pans." Draco said, turning this way and that to inspect his look from different angles. Various articles of clothes lay all over the room, as he had tried on and discarded most of his wardrobe even though all of it looked perfectly made for his sleek form. He frowned, running his hands over his shirt. "I never realized that most of what I own is black." The sweater he wore now was a nice fit, the soft material hugged his body close, but the long sleeves and turtle neck seemed way too conservative. "Merlin, my wardrobe looks eerily Snape-like."

Pansy shook her head as Draco peeled his shirt off and tossed it aside, though she couldn't complain about the view she had as she reclined on Draco's bed. His torso was bare and amazing. She would have loved to have been pressed close to it, or for her hands to be roaming over it. She bit her lip, watching longingly as Draco bent over to pick up a shirt he had already rejected earlier.

"Mm...Draco, just pick something already. Neville will love whatever you wear."

Draco turned to her as he buttoned the shirt, smirking.

"Pansy, are you alright? You look flushed."

She glared at him.

"Shut up." She tossed his pillow at him, but he batted it away.

"You'll mess up my hair." He touched the pristine blond locks gingerly. Pansy wasn't sure if he was serious, or trying to humor her by being overly prissy.

He had chosen a slim fitting black button up shirt. The top couple buttons were popped, and there were small silver snakes at the cuffs. His dark jeans were snug on his rear and fit him perfectly in all the right places. His boots were white dragon hide and they were perfectly kept--not a scuff on them. He was finally satisfied with how he looked, and ignored Pansy's bothering about the time.

Draco grabbed his broom and was out to the Quidditch pitch with five minutes to spare. He sat hovering on his broom, waiting for Neville, enjoying the cool night air against his face.

Neville spent most of the day going through his clothes trying to find something that wasn't covered in dirt stains or spilled potions--or something that his Gran had sent him. Towards the bottom of the stack he found a charcoal grey short sleeve shirt and a zip up cardigan that had matching strips of grey. He tossed them on the bed and then rooted around for a suitable pair of khaki's. The only bad thing was that from where they'd laid in the bottom of the closet they were shrouded in wrinkles.

He looked over at his wand and then back at his clothes; he knew a smoothing charm but the last time he'd tried it the dining room table runner had gone up in flames and his Gran had used his freshly potted Flutterby Bush cutting to put it out. 'Dirt is the best thing to smother a fire Neville.' She had screamed as she threw the potted plant into the flames.

With a head shake he thought about finding Hermione, after all if anyone knew the charm it was her and he could trust her not to set his clothes afire. He gathered them up and headed down towards the common room, looking for the bushy haired female but instead ran across Ginny. He smiled in passing and she called out as he headed towards the portrait hole.

"Where are you going with those Neville?"

"I need to find Hermione, I have to get these smoothed out." He said as he held up his arm full of clothes.

Ginny got up from the chair she'd been studying in and walked over, eyeing the armful of clothes. "I can help you with that. I have five older brothers, Mum always made sure that I knew how to remove wrinkles."

"You sure?"

"Positive. Now lets head up stairs and get this done."

Neville blinked at her for a moment, trying to make sense of her words--well they made sense but it just took him a moment to realize that she meant to go upstairs to the dorm and get dressed. He opened his mouth to protest but she just pushed at his back, sending him back towards the stairs.

"Five older brothers Neville...five. You don't have anything I haven't inadvertently seen before."

The knowledge didn't sit well with him but he wasn't going to contridict her in any way; he'd seen Ginny Weasley mad before and it wasn't something that he wanted to see again. Silently they trudged up to the boys dorm and she pushed him through the door; waiting as he changed. Thankfully the room was empty as he changed; his face in flames as the static from the cardigan made his curls stick up in odd angles over his head. He tried to flatten to them but they just resisted and with a crimson face he stepped out in the hallway to see Ginny talking with Seamus.

"Oi Mate! Got a hot date tonight?" He asked as his eyes flicked from Neville's head to his feet.

Neville mumbled incoherently but stood with his arms out as Ginny flicked her wand. A gentle warming covered his body and when he looked down the clothes looked as if they'd just come off the ironing board.

"Now your hair."

He gulped as Ginny circled him, eyeing his head from every angle until she made a noise of satisfaction. Once more there was a mumbled spell and he felt his hair being lifted by invisible hands and moved into place.

"Perfect!" She exclaimed as she clapped her hands and summoned a mirror for him to look into.

His was was still in curls but it was slicked back from his head, very much like he'd worn it for the yule ball; the ends curling roguishly at the nape of his neck. He grinned and handed the mirror back, pulling Ginny into a one arm hug before taking off.

He heard Seamus call something at his back but it went unheeded as he disappeared down the front steps and out to the pitch, if anyone would have asked he was getting something from the broom shed for Harry, but thankfully no one asked. He skidded around the corner and into the Quidditch pitch with only a moment to spare and when his eyes landed on Draco his ability to breathe was gone.

The formfitting black outfit he'd picked out hugged him in all the right places and it only accentuated the paleness of his skin that seemed to catch the little bit of moonlight and reflect it back so that he seemed to be illuminated from within.

"Sorry I'm late Draco." He murmured, almost afraid that the sound of his voice would break the spell and he'd find out that it'd all been a dream and that he was laying back in Gryffindor tower alone in his bed.

"No problem." Draco assured the other teen, flashing him a smile. He looked Neville over, taking in what he could of the Gryffindor in the low lighting. He would see better once they arrived at Phoenix Landing, and offer his compliments.

"I'll just have to fly faster so our reservation isn't given away--although I'm sure they wouldn't dare give up a spot saved for a Malfoy." Draco motioned to the broom that he sat upon. "Get on, and just hold onto me. I'm a fantastic flyer, you have nothing to worry about."

Neville clambered up behind Draco, wrapping his arms around the other teen and laying his head on his shoulder, murmuring in his ear. "I don't worry Draco, I've seen you fly before. I'm sure you'll get us there in no time at all."

The broom hovered a bit and he instinctively tightened his hold. He'd not been on a broom since that ill fated flying class in first year. Harry had tried to teach him, and Seamus had tried to sweet talk him into it as well. And as they rose a bit more, he felt his stomach start to flip. Neville closed his eyes, trying to push his fear of flying down and thinking about other things; like how he hoped that Ginny's hair spell kept it's hold during the flight.