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Appetite - Wanting Harry* (Part 30)

Title: Appetite
Author/Artist: [personal profile] digthewriter
Character(s): Neville, Draco, Harry
Rating: R
Challenge(s): Fresh for [livejournal.com profile] mixandmatch100 | Prompt 399: New Man for [info]neville100
Word count: 100x4
Author's notes: Unbetaed. Part 30 of "Wanting Harry series.

Also written for prompt "warm up" for [personal profile] enchanted_jae JMDC January. As in the night before was only a warm up for what the future had in store.


In true Malfoy fashion (because honestly what had Neville otherwise expected?) a fresh bouquet of flowers were waiting for him by his door.

When he returned home from work, he wanted to laugh, but didn't want to scare the neighbours, either. He was certain Harry probably also received something absolutely garish. Malfoy was trying to make a point.

He was trying to make them laugh.

After the war, Neville had finally started to see a different side of Draco. A side he was only unfortunately privy to when he was on the short end of receiving a mocking. But Draco was an entertainer. He liked to laugh and make others laugh with him. In secret, it was probably because he wanted to win others' approval; Neville was aware of how Draco had never earned his father's.

Even though Malfoy never apologised in so many words, Neville had forgiven him. Heck, they used to role play and fuck each other, so that was forgiven enough, wasn't it?

And now they were starting a new chapter together. They were all their best version of a new man. He knew he couldn't ask for more. Not now.

As he entered his flat, holding the flowers, Neville started to read the note.

Catered dinner at my flat tonight. Seven. No, don't worry, no house-elves to fawn over Precious Potter. I live in Muggle neighbourhood so it's Muggles that'll be waiting on us. And if they have a problem with what they see or hear, well just Obliviate them. I'm joking, of course.

Or am I?

See you then.
-D


Neville shook his head and placed the note and the flowers under a protection charm. He had a few friends, mainly Ginny, who liked to come over and go through his things. So he needed to keep his private life private. If she came across a note, even though it was harmless enough, about dinner with Malfoy and Harry Potter, surely she'd have questions. And suspicious. And Neville didn't need that.

What he needed was a good fuck. From what he'd had the night before, he needed more. He'd only had a taste, now he desired for a full meal.

Pun not intended.

Before he head over to shower, he summoned his owl and wrote a quick note to Draco.

Shall I bring dessert or wine?.

The reply was instantaneous.

I thought Potter was dessert.


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