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The Professor, part 26 (Neville, Theo, Charlie)

Title: The Professor, Part 26
Author/Artist: [personal profile] digthewriter
Character(s): Neville, Theo, Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Angst.
Challenge(s): For [info]neville100 = Prompt 382: Plan B. For [livejournal.com profile] enchanted_jae, JMDC Challenge # 147: hang/hold on.
Word count: 100x5
Author's notes: Unbetaed. Continuation of the Professor series.

“I need some space,” Theo announced as he got up off the sofa to dress himself. “I’m just going out for a walk,” he said, taking the Floo to go… where? Neville had no idea.

By the time Neville turned around, Charlie was also gone.

Neville felt so lost. He had no idea Theo only considered what they all had as a “fling.” Did that include his relationship with Neville? Or just their three-way relationship with Charlie?

Neville was quite certain Theo was really into being with Charlie. Now, he didn't know.

“Charlie…” Neville said, hearing his voice sound so distant, as he went after the Professor.

“In here,” Charlie said. He was in the bedroom, resting against the headboard, the Romanian newspaper in hand. “Need something?”

“I…uh…can we talk, or do you wish for me to leave? I can leave a note for Theo to—”

“No,” said Charlie. “I don’t want you to go.”

Neville’s shoulders relaxed; he took another tentative step closer. “Can I join you? I don’t know where—I mean—I really don’t know what to say.”

Charlie looked at Neville, giving a soft smile. He put the newspaper down, scooting to the middle of the bed. “Come here…”

Neville willingly went to him. It was as if Charlie was a magnet, and Neville the metal which couldn’t resist the attraction. “Thank Merlin…” he mumbled to himself, cuddling up next to Charlie. “I hope you know I don’t think that way, and I don’t think Theo does either.”

“That’s fine,” Charlie said, closing his eyes; burying his face in Neville’s hair. “I don’t want to talk or think about that right now.”

“But I do,” Neville said. “Is that all right? I mean, I can’t let it go. I can’t have you think…I don’t know…bad about me or Theo or think that we don’t care about what we have with you. It’s important…to me.” Neville couldn’t speak for Theo. He’d no idea what he’d say.

“Neville…” Charlie whispered and Neville looked up. He was aware of how wide his eyes were; how desperate he was for Charlie. He cared for him, deeply. He cared for Theo too and he didn’t think it’d come down to this but if Theo asked him to leave Charlie for him—Neville didn’t know if he could do it. Same the other way around. If Theo didn’t want to be part of their threesome, that was okay, but he couldn’t expect Neville to leave Charlie. If he had to maintain two different relationships, he’d do it. He wanted them both. But he could never, ever chose one as the plan B. They were equally relevant to him.

He hoped, in time, Theo would come to see it. He would come to his senses.

He hoped, what Theo had told Draco was simply an exaggeration, a sort of brush-off for Draco, and not the words Theo had actually meant.

They weren’t a fling. Not by a long-shot.

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