Keep It A Secret (Draville)
"LUNA!" Neville cried as he chased the Ravenclaw through the hallway. Clearly for the poor Gryffindor privacy didn't seem to exist. The eager Ravenclaw was running at lightening speed with a piece of parchment crumpled in her her right hand. Her blonde hair whipped against her face. Her lungs burned and her eyes glinted. What she was about to do was wrong and she knew it.
He didn't mean for anyone to find out. Or for anyone's help for that matter. He wanted his crush to be a secret and did everything in his power to keep it that way. He knew that it would never happen, that it just wouldn't work out. He hoped people wouldn't notice when he flashed the Slytherin a wistful glance or blush when he spoke or stumble like a fool over his words when he accidently bumped into him. Some would just assume that he was afraid like everyone else (except the Golden Trio) was and he would falsely agree. But Luna didn't buy it. She pried and needled but Neville wouldn't spill until now.
It wasn't his fault Potions was boring af. And it wasn't his fault that he decided to make use of his blank scroll. At first he was unsure what exactly what to write but after some trial and error the words began to flow. He put his passion into the paper, how he felt and how he wished that the prefect would notice him. Only after he put his heart and soul that the page was snatched from his nose. He looked up and he felt his heart stop as he witnessed the Luna Lovegood read his private (emphasis on private) love poem. She then looked over the rim of her owl glasses at him just as class ended. A mischievous grin came out on her face and before you could scream "Crucio!" she sprinted out of the class, the paper in her hand.
Now she knew what she had to do.
"Malfoy! Malfoy!" she yelled catching his attention. The blonde boy ceased his conversation with Pansy and frowned. "What is it Lovegood?" he asked a sneer on his face. She tried to hide her exciting smirk. "I have something you would want to hear." He rose an eyebrow in curiosity. "And what is that?" he glanced at Pans who just shrugged. She cleared her throat and held out the parchment in front of her like it was an important document. "My friend asked me to read to you," she lied hardly able to contain her smirk. He waved his arm at her, signaling her to carry on. Neville got there just as she said that sentence and he knew he was too late.
She began:
What do you do when you feel this warmth
Growing steadily in the pit your stomach?
It's neither pleasant nor uncomfortable
And when it leaves you feel a deep sorrow
I try to ignore and carry on
But the feeling every once in awhile returns
It seems while the professors demonstrate
My eyes and yours constantly met
Despite our differences I just can't deny
Whenever you spoke my heart would fly
Oh whatever could this disease be?
I think I have to visit Madam Pomfrey!
After a while I'm sure
She'll fix whatever afflicts me so
...Who am I kidding I know what this is
Alas this is all my wishful thinking
For all Merlin's worth
If I told him to his face he'd say no
So I guess my fantasy will have to wait
Till I am no longer an idiot (I guess)
My love for you will be the same
Hell's bells till the very end.
Neville Longbottom
Poor Neville felt his face with utter embarrassment. And the deafening silence wasn't helping either. He groaned and covered his face with his hands. This is it. It's the beginning of the end. Draco's father is definitely going to hear about this. His parents are gonna have to pull him out of Hogwarts. Oh god, the Slytherins would never let him live it down-
"Neville?"
He peered from behind his fingers and nearly fainted. Draco Malfoy stood in front of him an amused smirk on his face. Behind him Luna Lovegood was squealing with glee, her face a pink hue from running so fast. "Y-Yes?" he cursed himself for his unsteady voice. "Did you mean what you wrote?" He reached out an moved a stray strand of hair from his face. Neville almost died. "Y-ye-yes!" he said too quickly. Draco chuckled. "Would you like me to kiss you?" his smirk became more prominent. His reply died in his throat. He adverted his gaze to his shoes and gazed intently at them. He scratched the back of his neck. "Uh...maybe not-!" he looked up and in that unfortunate error Draco leaned in and their lips met.
He froze unable to process what was going on. The Slytherin began to move his lips and Neville quickly caught on. Their lips moved in unison like two puzzle pieces made for each other. He wrapped his arms around other boy's neck enjoying this sweet bliss. The blonde placed his hands on the brunette's hips and pulled him closer. "Mmm~ Malfoy~" he moaned as the Slytherin grinded against him. "I-I can't Malfoy~" he gasped as their lips parted for a second before resuming their dance. Draco asked for entrance and Neville complied. Their tongues began the all too familiar dance of dominance. Surprisingly enough Neville won. The Gryffindor was given the once in a lifetime opportunity to explore his mouth. He felt all the crevices and loved the bitter sweet taste. He began to feel aroused.
Draco ended the kiss, though Neville leaned in for more. He looked into the Gryffindor's eyes and saw the lust that had begun to develop. Neville had to bite his tongue to keep him from growling 'MORE!'. "You liked that didn't you?" he laughed as his crush hid his red face in his chest nodding solemnly. "It's alright. I'd take you now but I doubt that the professors would approve." He felt the heat radiating off of the brunette's gradually reddening face. "I suppose I should stop teasing you." His voice softened which made his heart race. The boy shyly let go without making eye contact. "I promise we won't tell anyone about your sickeningly sweet poem." He paused. "Bye Neville." He placed a soft peck on one of his burning cheeks.
The not so intelligent Gryffindor lightly passed his hand across the place where Draco kissed him. Fucking Draco Malfoy kissed him. "Wait!..." he started to say but when he looked up the Slytherin was gone. He stood there dumbfounded a growing lump in his throat.
We won't tell anyone.
You liked that didn't you?
I'd take you right now but I doubt the professors would approve.
Crap.
He turned to his left but no one was there. Looked to right, no one was there. Everyone had just disappeared including Luna and his fucking poem. The bell rang again and he knew he'd just skipped Professor McGonagall's class. The hallway would soon fill with thousands of hungry students. He sighed and began to walk towards the Great Hall. Though a small yet happy smile was plastered stupidly on his face.
Meanwhile a snickering Luna Lovegood was not to far away skipping happily towards the dining area. Her plan worked. Her ship has sailed.