Drabble: The Rewards of Volunteering
Sep. 6th, 2016 04:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alisanneTitle: The Rewards of Volunteering
Author:alisanne
Pairing/Characters: Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini.
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: R
Challenge: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
neville100's prompt #338: Platform 9¾.
Warning(s)/Genre: Erotica.
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
The Rewards of Volunteering
~
“Again?” Neville said, clinging to his patience.
Sean Finnigan, the spitting image of his father at that age, nodded. “She was just here, sir.”
Neville sighed. “Fine. Board the train while I return to platform nine and three quarters and find your toad.”
“Okay, Professor!”
Shaking his head, Neville sprinted through the barrier, luckily spotting the errant toad immediately. Scooping her up, Neville slipped back through just in time to get on the train.
After locating Sean, Neville made sure everyone else was settled before collapsing onto a seat in the professors’ car.
“Why do I do this?” he muttered.
~
“You’re a secret Hufflepuff?” suggested Blaise.
Neville smiled. “You know that’s not true.”
“Really?” Kneeling, Blaise untied Neville’s flies. “Then why do you volunteer every term?”
Neville moaned as Blaise’s mouth enveloped his cock and started to suck. “Maybe…” he gasped, “…I like getting sucked off…on the train.”
“Mmm,” Blaise hummed.
“Maybe you’re the Hufflepuff,” Neville panted. “After all, you volunteer with me.” He groaned when Blaise pulled off. “Why’d you stop?”
Blaise licked his lips. “Come on my face.”
Shuddering, Neville did. When he recovered, Blaise was smirking up at him. He chuckled. “Never mind, you’re still Slytherin.”
~
Author:
alisannePairing/Characters: Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini.
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: R
Challenge: Written for
neville100's prompt #338: Platform 9¾. Warning(s)/Genre: Erotica.
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn. Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
The Rewards of Volunteering
~
“Again?” Neville said, clinging to his patience.
Sean Finnigan, the spitting image of his father at that age, nodded. “She was just here, sir.”
Neville sighed. “Fine. Board the train while I return to platform nine and three quarters and find your toad.”
“Okay, Professor!”
Shaking his head, Neville sprinted through the barrier, luckily spotting the errant toad immediately. Scooping her up, Neville slipped back through just in time to get on the train.
After locating Sean, Neville made sure everyone else was settled before collapsing onto a seat in the professors’ car.
“Why do I do this?” he muttered.
~
“You’re a secret Hufflepuff?” suggested Blaise.
Neville smiled. “You know that’s not true.”
“Really?” Kneeling, Blaise untied Neville’s flies. “Then why do you volunteer every term?”
Neville moaned as Blaise’s mouth enveloped his cock and started to suck. “Maybe…” he gasped, “…I like getting sucked off…on the train.”
“Mmm,” Blaise hummed.
“Maybe you’re the Hufflepuff,” Neville panted. “After all, you volunteer with me.” He groaned when Blaise pulled off. “Why’d you stop?”
Blaise licked his lips. “Come on my face.”
Shuddering, Neville did. When he recovered, Blaise was smirking up at him. He chuckled. “Never mind, you’re still Slytherin.”
~
