FEST FIC: Snape's
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bottom_dracoTitle:Snape’s
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bgreenwivy
Prompt: #309
Pairing(s): Harry/Neville/Draco
Summary: Neville has to do some plotting but eventually everyone gets what they want.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No copyright infringement intended
Warning(s): Threesome
Word Count: 3700
Author's Notes: Thank you to Cindy and the wonderful mods for the beta help. This story didn’t turn out as porny as I originally thought it would in fact it is almost fluffy.
Snape was dead and Neville got it into his head to open a potion shop. He couldn’t explain what made him do it. If nothing else he was determined to at the very least prove to himself he could do it. The war was over and had been for almost five years before Neville was in a position to acquire the space. The shop that Neville dubbed Snape’s was to Neville what a potion’s shop should be: clean, with wide aisles that minimized the likelihood of accidents. Everything was clearly labeled and the more expensive items were behind glass walls.
The vast majority of the potion ingredients came from Neville’s own gardens or other businesses that he had a stake in through some of his family’s fortune. Neville was very wealthy, though he never really did much more with his fortune than let it expand and occasionally prune it back and transfer it somewhere else. The last thing he really needed before he opened his shop was someone to prepare the potions and the special orders. Eventually he would need a clerk for when things got busier but for now, a potions master would do.
Three weeks of interviews in and Neville was feeling two particular emotions. One was absolute disgust. Most of the applicants knew less about potions than the average third year at Hogwarts. The second emotion was despair. At this rate he was never going to be able to open the shop.
Putting his head in his hands Neville resolved that he was going to have to go out and find someone. Waiting for someone to come to him just wasn’t going to get him the caliber of potion’s expertise that he needed. With his mind made up,Neville used his resources and finally found only one person who met his criteria, Draco Malfoy.
For a time Neville fluctuated between excitement and dread. On the one hand he knew Draco needed a job, something respectable to help the Malfoy name gain some status. The problem, as Neville saw it, was the history that he and Draco shared. It was littered with cruel jokes, and even worse pranks. Even during the war effort Neville and Draco were still anything but friends. Somewhere though, between the horrors of war and the utter mayhem that was the post war wizarding world, they managed not to be enemies. Neville hoped that now that more time had passed that Draco would be amenable.Even with the belief that he had a chance of persuading Draco to take the job it still took Neville several long hours to pen the offer to Malfoy and several days after that before Neville got a response.
“I accept.”
“So do you think this space will meet your needs?” Neville asked, clasping his hands. He was eager for Draco’s approval even though he already knew that the lab was one most Potion’s Masters would give several limbs for. Every cauldron type and instrument needed was present in some capacity in the room. Large work spaces were set up in different parts of one square central working area. Several smaller rooms branched off the main room where more temperamental potions could be brewed in their ideal temperature requirements. Each room had a light and timers attached to the outside of the door to indicate occupancy and charmed to give an accurate account of the potions degree of preparation. Rows of common ingredients were stored on shelves along one wall and the more expensive ones were in the back pantry.
“It’s adequate I suppose,” Draco drawled, glancing at Neville briefly before going to examine the pantry.
“Adequate?” Neville huffed, frowning at Draco’s back. Belatedly Neville realized that he was ogling Draco but really, who could blame him?
After the war Draco had put on some much needed weight. He was no longer skeletally thin but elegantly slender with an ass that could only be described as pert. Long legs flowed from that lovely bottom and Neville belatedly wondered what it would take to get Draco to go out with him.
Squashing that thought ruthlessly, Neville forced his eyes up over a flat belly and slightly broad shoulders to the elegantly long neck with an Adam’s apple that Neville wondered how it would look with a hickey framing it. he continued his perusal to the slightly pointy chin, then up to lips that were thin but quirked for some reason. When Neville’s eyes rose further he was met with grey eyes framed by long lashes and high brows that were raised at him.
“Do I meet your needs?” Draco spoke, softly tilting his head and quirking his lips lightly when he saw Neville start.
“Adequate,” Neville responded, blushing before he turned quickly away.
“When can you start?” Determined to keep from letting Draco get to him, Neville compiled a list of things he needed to do while he waited on Draco’s reply.
Draco’s snort sent Neville’s teeth to briefly knish together. “I can start immediately. It isn’t like I have anything else to do.”
“Good. We open next week. I need you to have a batch of the standard potions ready, Hangover Cures, Calming Draughts…you have your apprenticeship so I assume you know the basics.” Neville was determined to keep things as professional as possible.
“Very well. I want dinner.” Draco’s change of subject left Neville briefly floundering as he turned around to look at Draco incredulously.
“Is that your way of asking me to buy you dinner?” Neville wrinkled his nose a bit in disbelief.
“Consider it a celebration and a thank you to me for accepting your offer.” Draco drawled, sweeping past Neville and up the stairs to the main floor of the shop. Neville briefly blinked at Draco’s backside as he ascended the stairs before hurrying after him. His life was officially going to become difficult with Draco in it but Neville had no doubt that his business would be successful.
Draco found himself enjoying Neville’s presence more and more in the eight months he had worked for him. On more than one occasion Draco had just stood and stared at Neville’s tall form moving around the shop performing the job of the clerk when he didn’t have to tend to his plants. More things about Neville had changed thean had stayed the same. Neville was still slightly clumsy. Draco had to ban him from going into any of the potion making side rooms because of it.
Gone was the pudgy youth and in his place stood a veritable giant of a man. Neville would never be skinny or have a six pack but he was barrel-chested and solidly built. He stood over Draco’s six foot frame by a good four inches and had an impressive set of shoulders. Hazel eyes, a mess of over grown curly hair finished off with a soft expression led most people to believe that Neville was a pushover but Draco had quickly learned that Neville had no problem being a brick wall when necessary.
Draco would happily admit that he could and still did constantly exploited Neville’s company and easy nature for dinners and the occasional party escorts. Rumors swirled about their ’business arrangements’ but Draco unfortunately wasn’t romantically attached to Neville yet. Sighing, Draco looked up to find Neville leaning over the counter and looking him directly in his eyes.
“You still here with me or are you thinking about what expensive thing you can get me to buy you tonight?” Neville laughed good naturedly at Draco. “Or are you going to attempt to make me buy new clothes again. That is always a rousing effort.”
“How about I call our dinner arrangement a date?” Draco waited for the response with outward patience, even though internally he was shaking with nerves.
Tilting his head slightly Neville looked stumped. “You mean you haven’t considered what we have been doing already dating?”
“There hasn’t been any sex involved, honestly Longbottom!” Draco exploded briefly, his hands on his hips.
“I just thought we were taking it slow,” Neville murmured, scratching his head, even though inwardly he was doing a mental jig. Grabbing Draco by his robes, Neville pulled him across the counter and kissed him deeply. He was quite happy to continue to devour Draco’s mouth and hopefully engage in some illicit activities on his counter when he heard the door bell ring. Pulling away from Draco, Neville glanced over his shoulder.
“Bloody hell.”
Neville thought Draco said it sufficiently as Rita Skeeter and her photography made a speedy exit.
“Well, it isn’t as though people didn’t already think we were doing things together,” Neville sighed.
Flicking his wand, Draco locked the door and set the wards before leaping over the counter and continuing what Neville had started. The next morning neither man truly minded the articles in the paper. Draco was too busy trying to walk straight and Neville was floating through the day in a blissful haze.
When Draco had leaped over the counter, Neville had caught Draco up and apparated them to his apartment. From there Neville had received the blowjob of his life in the hallway of his apartment. Draco didn’t seem to have a gag reflex and Neville had never come so hard in his life. There was a type of frenzy to their lovemaking that night but the following morning found Neville quite happy to open the shop late. He was too busy exploring parts of Draco’s body with his tongue and his fingers to truly care. If he hadn’t had his grandmother coming over Neville would have been content to remain in bed.
It was easy for the two men to settle into a pattern of torrid sex and domestic bliss. They rarely argued and the sex was inspired but one night, eight months into their ‘official’ relationship things shifted. To celebrate the store’s success Neville had taken Draco out to a particularly creative underwater restaurant that had just open.
“You know, Longbottom, I have always fancied dark haired Gryffindors. I don’t know what it is.” Draco had been hitting the elf wine quite hard and Neville couldn’t help but smile at his lightweight boyfriend. “I mean I don’t know if it is the whole bravery thing or the dark hero coming to save the day.” As Draco prattled on Neville studied his surroundings. Taking in the soft lighting and the ambient glow that seemed to come from the light of the underwater plants and animals, Neville almost missed Draco’s wistful sigh about the only thing better than dating Neville would be dating Harry Potter. For a moment Neville blinked stupidly out of the glass wall of the restaurant into the sea.
“Neville?” Draco grabbed his boyfriend’s hand, worried. He then processed what he had been saying over the next few minutes and paled.
“Uhmmm well…” Neville spoke slowly trying to figure out how he felt about his boyfriend lusting after Harry Potter. “He is attractive.” Admitting as much wasn’t a hardship. Everyone had a thing for Harry whether they admitted it or not.
“You aren’t mad?” Staring at Neville in disbelief, Draco tried to stop himself but he was on a roll. “I mean he would definitely add some spice to the mixture and he would be a nice blend to what we already have and I understand that you may feel funny about the whole thing…”
“Draco darling, shut….up…” Neville enunciated the words so he would have some time to think about what Draco wanted or seemed to want. One of the things that had taken a while for Neville to cultivate was confidence in his skills as a lover and as a partner. It took some doing, but as the silence stretched and Neville contemplated his relationship with Draco he decided that he could be honest. He couldn’t give Draco passionate and fiery exchanges that he knew Draco was fond of, not being wired that way. Neville never actually argued much, to him very little was worth arguing over, and though Draco and he shared a lot of the same views and on the things they didn’t they tended to work them out one way or another. What it came down to for Neville was while he fulfilled the vast majority of Draco’s needs that fire just wasn’t one of them.
“Neville….?” Draco was looking at Neville with a thoroughly worried expression.
Feeling his heartstrings tug Neville made his choice. “So how exactly do we get Harry to agree to this?”
Draco ran around the table and hopped into Neville’s lap raining kisses all over his face and quite enthusiastically showering Neville with his adoration. For his part Neville grabbed Draco’s ass, dropped a substantial amount of Galleons on the table, and Apparated them to Draco’s apartment.
“Long time no see.” Harry strolled into the coffee shop, bringing with him a certain energy that left Neville blinking a bit in awe, even though by now he should be use to it.
“It has only been a week, Harry,” Neville chuckled.
“It seems longer.” Settling himself in a chair across from Neville, Harry took the drink that Neville had ordered for him and sipped it thoughtfully and thankfully.
“Could it have anything to do with you not having anything to take up your time now that you have retired from the Aurors?” Tilting his head and tapping his jaw, Neville grinned lightly.
“Retiring was the best thing I ever did for myself. I feel free. Let someone else take care of the other bad guys. I killed Voldemort and the rest of the remaining Death Eater’s are in prison. I have served my generation and all the future ones pretty well if I do say so myself,” Harry commented happily.
“So essentially the reason you retired is because you got bored with all the paperwork and menial tasks. Oh wait no, it was more like you got tired of all the near death experiences,” Neville translated and couldn’t help but smile.
“Something like that.” Leaning his head on his hand, Harry studied Neville closely. “You look really good. Malfoy is good for you after all.”
“Yes he is.” Neville remarked happily before recalling his original mission. “I need you to do me a favor.”
“Anything.” Harry’s attention sharpened and he straightened up. Neville was one of the few people in Harry’s life who never asked for anything.
For a moment, Neville was taken aback by Harry’s focus. Having never been on the receiving end of that focus, Neville felt butterflies take flight in his stomach. “I need you to come work at the shop for a while. Soon school will start and Draco is going to be run ragged and I won’t be much better. I need someone I know I can trust to run the shop while Draco and I take care of the back room stuff.”
“No problem,” Harry agreeed immediately, blinking as Neville flushed.
“It won’t be as easy as you think it may be,” Neville mumbled.
“Oh I know but I trust you to tell me everything I need to know. Oddly fitting all things consideed,” Harry patted Neville on the shoulder. “I mean, I taught you defense and now you’ll teach me how to run a shop. Both are very good life skills to have. Especially since you are dating Malfoy.”
“I don’t need that particular wand for defense.” Neville responded wryly, causing Harry to choke on his drink.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in light flirtation. Neville felt confident that things would work out.
“Potter for the last time you do not, I repeat, do not go in the side rooms downstairs. Your very presence could upset something and I don’t have time to keep redoing the potions,” Draco scolded Harry as he paced back and forth in front of him.
“It isn’t my fault the door opened suddenly,” Harry sulked slightly. Neville watched the two in amusement.
“I am sure it wasn’t but the fact remains that my new robes are ruined,” Draco huffed, pointing at the hole in the material of the robes.
“You can hardly see it,” Harry grumbled.
“Potter, do you need new glasses or have you gone blind? Quick how many fingers am I holding up?” Draco held up his middle finger.
“Point that at me and I will bite it off,” Harry all but growled, going toe to toe with Draco, even though Harry was inches shorter than Draco. Harry’s presence was just as strong.
Neville could only stare between the two, fascinated. He had known the two would be hot to watch but this was just… Neville fanned himself with a stack of parchments and quietly cast the wards on the shop and locked up. Sitting on a stool behind the counter Neville could almost predict when Draco was going to make his move. Long pale fingers grabbed the green shop apron Harry was wearing and pulled him close. Draco’s mouth descended and captures Harry’s into a steamy kiss. Harry moaned slightly, hands grabbing Draco’s biceps. For a moment time stood stilluntil Harry abruptly pushed Draco away.
“That shouldn’t haven’t have happened,” Harry sputtered, looking wildly at Neville before looking back at Draco.
“Why not?” Neville asked slightly breathless. “It was hot. Do it again.”
“Neville!” Harry blinked owlishly for a moment before looking scandalized.
“Potter for goodness sakes, don’t you think he would have hexed you by now if he wasn’t okay with what just happened?” Draco drawled, walking up behind Harry and placing his chin on his shoulder. “We want you.”
Harry’s face paled and Neville quickly jumped forward to reassure him. “It isn’t like we want it to be a one time thing. I mean, we respect you more than that.”
“Yes Potty, we will still respect you in the morning,” Draco spoke up but promptly snapped his mouth shut and shifted away from Harry and Neville both when they gave him a glare. His hands went up, “Honestly can neither of you take a little joke?”
“Harry this isn’t a joke. We can take it slow. I mean we want you even if Draco is being a prat, but he always is.” Neville walked slowly towards Harry as though Harry were a particularly tricky plant he needed to soothe. “I mean if you aren’t interested that is fine and we won’t bother you again.” Standing close to Harry but not so close as to make him feel threatened Neville waited for Harry to get his thoughts together.
“It’s not that I haven’t, I mean…” Harry struggled for words and Neville inwardly cheered. A blustering and nervous Harry was an easier to convince Harry.
Draco seemed to sense that Neville was heading in the right direction with Harry, so he walked over and snuggled up to Neville. Fitting himself into Neville’s side Draco was content to watch. He did adore it when Neville decided to take charge of things, if only because usually Neville went with the flow.
Harry eyed Draco enviously for a moment, not sure if he was more jealous of Draco’s position or how comfortable he was with Neville. “How would this work exactly?”
“How we want it to. I mean I like you both and wouldn’t mind being with you both together. I am sure we would work well together in a relationship. I mean, we complete each other.” Neville ticked off his reasons thoughtfully, absently rubbing Draco’s back as he thought.
“You can be sure that we don’t want you for your money or fame either. We’ve known you from when you wore clothes that were six sizes too small and your glasses were…” Draco was cut off when Neville coughed and squeezed him warningly. “What? It is true but at least now the clothes fit better.”“Draco Narcissus Malfoy,” Neville scolded and jumped when Harry burst out laughing.
“You mean his middle name is…” Harry covered his mouth with his hands to try to keep his guffaw in.
“It is the masculine form of Narcissa.” Draco retorted, his foot tapping in irritation as he fingered his wand lightly.
“Hhhhmmm I’m sure that’s why.” Neville soothed Draco and tried to figure out a way to get them back on topic but Harry beat him to it.
“I suppose being in a relationship with you two won’t be the hardest thing.” Harry smiled hesitantly once he got better control of himself.
“Yes at least we are easy on the eyes.” Draco retorted. “Though do you think maybe I could tailor your clothes a bit?”
Harry looked at Draco’s meticulously tailored outfit and then at Neville’s less then fitted attire.
“Well I hope you both know that I will get you both into fitted attire before the year is out,” Draco sniffed before whirling on his heel and strolling downstairs to the potion workroom.
For a moment there was silence between the two men remaining upstairs. “I didn’t expect that to happen when I agreed to work here.” Harry mused, scratching his head thoughtfully.
“I did,” Neville shrugged and Harry raised an eyebrow.
“You could have warned me,” Harry grumbled and butted his shoulder into Neville’s arm.
“No because then I would have to wait for you and Draco to finally get it together and well…watching you two fight makes me horny.” Neville shrugged before placing a companionable arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Oh and just so you know, Draco is fastidious about his and by extension our clothes.”
“What gave it away?” Harry scoffed and Neville simply shook his head.
“The easiest way to shut him up is not to wear any.”
Harry’s blush, amused Neville tremendously and he knew everything would somehow turn out alright.
Author:
bgreenwivyPrompt: #309
Pairing(s): Harry/Neville/Draco
Summary: Neville has to do some plotting but eventually everyone gets what they want.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No copyright infringement intended
Warning(s): Threesome
Word Count: 3700
Author's Notes: Thank you to Cindy and the wonderful mods for the beta help. This story didn’t turn out as porny as I originally thought it would in fact it is almost fluffy.
Snape was dead and Neville got it into his head to open a potion shop. He couldn’t explain what made him do it. If nothing else he was determined to at the very least prove to himself he could do it. The war was over and had been for almost five years before Neville was in a position to acquire the space. The shop that Neville dubbed Snape’s was to Neville what a potion’s shop should be: clean, with wide aisles that minimized the likelihood of accidents. Everything was clearly labeled and the more expensive items were behind glass walls.
The vast majority of the potion ingredients came from Neville’s own gardens or other businesses that he had a stake in through some of his family’s fortune. Neville was very wealthy, though he never really did much more with his fortune than let it expand and occasionally prune it back and transfer it somewhere else. The last thing he really needed before he opened his shop was someone to prepare the potions and the special orders. Eventually he would need a clerk for when things got busier but for now, a potions master would do.
Three weeks of interviews in and Neville was feeling two particular emotions. One was absolute disgust. Most of the applicants knew less about potions than the average third year at Hogwarts. The second emotion was despair. At this rate he was never going to be able to open the shop.
Putting his head in his hands Neville resolved that he was going to have to go out and find someone. Waiting for someone to come to him just wasn’t going to get him the caliber of potion’s expertise that he needed. With his mind made up,Neville used his resources and finally found only one person who met his criteria, Draco Malfoy.
For a time Neville fluctuated between excitement and dread. On the one hand he knew Draco needed a job, something respectable to help the Malfoy name gain some status. The problem, as Neville saw it, was the history that he and Draco shared. It was littered with cruel jokes, and even worse pranks. Even during the war effort Neville and Draco were still anything but friends. Somewhere though, between the horrors of war and the utter mayhem that was the post war wizarding world, they managed not to be enemies. Neville hoped that now that more time had passed that Draco would be amenable.Even with the belief that he had a chance of persuading Draco to take the job it still took Neville several long hours to pen the offer to Malfoy and several days after that before Neville got a response.
“I accept.”
“So do you think this space will meet your needs?” Neville asked, clasping his hands. He was eager for Draco’s approval even though he already knew that the lab was one most Potion’s Masters would give several limbs for. Every cauldron type and instrument needed was present in some capacity in the room. Large work spaces were set up in different parts of one square central working area. Several smaller rooms branched off the main room where more temperamental potions could be brewed in their ideal temperature requirements. Each room had a light and timers attached to the outside of the door to indicate occupancy and charmed to give an accurate account of the potions degree of preparation. Rows of common ingredients were stored on shelves along one wall and the more expensive ones were in the back pantry.
“It’s adequate I suppose,” Draco drawled, glancing at Neville briefly before going to examine the pantry.
“Adequate?” Neville huffed, frowning at Draco’s back. Belatedly Neville realized that he was ogling Draco but really, who could blame him?
After the war Draco had put on some much needed weight. He was no longer skeletally thin but elegantly slender with an ass that could only be described as pert. Long legs flowed from that lovely bottom and Neville belatedly wondered what it would take to get Draco to go out with him.
Squashing that thought ruthlessly, Neville forced his eyes up over a flat belly and slightly broad shoulders to the elegantly long neck with an Adam’s apple that Neville wondered how it would look with a hickey framing it. he continued his perusal to the slightly pointy chin, then up to lips that were thin but quirked for some reason. When Neville’s eyes rose further he was met with grey eyes framed by long lashes and high brows that were raised at him.
“Do I meet your needs?” Draco spoke, softly tilting his head and quirking his lips lightly when he saw Neville start.
“Adequate,” Neville responded, blushing before he turned quickly away.
“When can you start?” Determined to keep from letting Draco get to him, Neville compiled a list of things he needed to do while he waited on Draco’s reply.
Draco’s snort sent Neville’s teeth to briefly knish together. “I can start immediately. It isn’t like I have anything else to do.”
“Good. We open next week. I need you to have a batch of the standard potions ready, Hangover Cures, Calming Draughts…you have your apprenticeship so I assume you know the basics.” Neville was determined to keep things as professional as possible.
“Very well. I want dinner.” Draco’s change of subject left Neville briefly floundering as he turned around to look at Draco incredulously.
“Is that your way of asking me to buy you dinner?” Neville wrinkled his nose a bit in disbelief.
“Consider it a celebration and a thank you to me for accepting your offer.” Draco drawled, sweeping past Neville and up the stairs to the main floor of the shop. Neville briefly blinked at Draco’s backside as he ascended the stairs before hurrying after him. His life was officially going to become difficult with Draco in it but Neville had no doubt that his business would be successful.
Draco found himself enjoying Neville’s presence more and more in the eight months he had worked for him. On more than one occasion Draco had just stood and stared at Neville’s tall form moving around the shop performing the job of the clerk when he didn’t have to tend to his plants. More things about Neville had changed thean had stayed the same. Neville was still slightly clumsy. Draco had to ban him from going into any of the potion making side rooms because of it.
Gone was the pudgy youth and in his place stood a veritable giant of a man. Neville would never be skinny or have a six pack but he was barrel-chested and solidly built. He stood over Draco’s six foot frame by a good four inches and had an impressive set of shoulders. Hazel eyes, a mess of over grown curly hair finished off with a soft expression led most people to believe that Neville was a pushover but Draco had quickly learned that Neville had no problem being a brick wall when necessary.
Draco would happily admit that he could and still did constantly exploited Neville’s company and easy nature for dinners and the occasional party escorts. Rumors swirled about their ’business arrangements’ but Draco unfortunately wasn’t romantically attached to Neville yet. Sighing, Draco looked up to find Neville leaning over the counter and looking him directly in his eyes.
“You still here with me or are you thinking about what expensive thing you can get me to buy you tonight?” Neville laughed good naturedly at Draco. “Or are you going to attempt to make me buy new clothes again. That is always a rousing effort.”
“How about I call our dinner arrangement a date?” Draco waited for the response with outward patience, even though internally he was shaking with nerves.
Tilting his head slightly Neville looked stumped. “You mean you haven’t considered what we have been doing already dating?”
“There hasn’t been any sex involved, honestly Longbottom!” Draco exploded briefly, his hands on his hips.
“I just thought we were taking it slow,” Neville murmured, scratching his head, even though inwardly he was doing a mental jig. Grabbing Draco by his robes, Neville pulled him across the counter and kissed him deeply. He was quite happy to continue to devour Draco’s mouth and hopefully engage in some illicit activities on his counter when he heard the door bell ring. Pulling away from Draco, Neville glanced over his shoulder.
“Bloody hell.”
Neville thought Draco said it sufficiently as Rita Skeeter and her photography made a speedy exit.
“Well, it isn’t as though people didn’t already think we were doing things together,” Neville sighed.
Flicking his wand, Draco locked the door and set the wards before leaping over the counter and continuing what Neville had started. The next morning neither man truly minded the articles in the paper. Draco was too busy trying to walk straight and Neville was floating through the day in a blissful haze.
When Draco had leaped over the counter, Neville had caught Draco up and apparated them to his apartment. From there Neville had received the blowjob of his life in the hallway of his apartment. Draco didn’t seem to have a gag reflex and Neville had never come so hard in his life. There was a type of frenzy to their lovemaking that night but the following morning found Neville quite happy to open the shop late. He was too busy exploring parts of Draco’s body with his tongue and his fingers to truly care. If he hadn’t had his grandmother coming over Neville would have been content to remain in bed.
It was easy for the two men to settle into a pattern of torrid sex and domestic bliss. They rarely argued and the sex was inspired but one night, eight months into their ‘official’ relationship things shifted. To celebrate the store’s success Neville had taken Draco out to a particularly creative underwater restaurant that had just open.
“You know, Longbottom, I have always fancied dark haired Gryffindors. I don’t know what it is.” Draco had been hitting the elf wine quite hard and Neville couldn’t help but smile at his lightweight boyfriend. “I mean I don’t know if it is the whole bravery thing or the dark hero coming to save the day.” As Draco prattled on Neville studied his surroundings. Taking in the soft lighting and the ambient glow that seemed to come from the light of the underwater plants and animals, Neville almost missed Draco’s wistful sigh about the only thing better than dating Neville would be dating Harry Potter. For a moment Neville blinked stupidly out of the glass wall of the restaurant into the sea.
“Neville?” Draco grabbed his boyfriend’s hand, worried. He then processed what he had been saying over the next few minutes and paled.
“Uhmmm well…” Neville spoke slowly trying to figure out how he felt about his boyfriend lusting after Harry Potter. “He is attractive.” Admitting as much wasn’t a hardship. Everyone had a thing for Harry whether they admitted it or not.
“You aren’t mad?” Staring at Neville in disbelief, Draco tried to stop himself but he was on a roll. “I mean he would definitely add some spice to the mixture and he would be a nice blend to what we already have and I understand that you may feel funny about the whole thing…”
“Draco darling, shut….up…” Neville enunciated the words so he would have some time to think about what Draco wanted or seemed to want. One of the things that had taken a while for Neville to cultivate was confidence in his skills as a lover and as a partner. It took some doing, but as the silence stretched and Neville contemplated his relationship with Draco he decided that he could be honest. He couldn’t give Draco passionate and fiery exchanges that he knew Draco was fond of, not being wired that way. Neville never actually argued much, to him very little was worth arguing over, and though Draco and he shared a lot of the same views and on the things they didn’t they tended to work them out one way or another. What it came down to for Neville was while he fulfilled the vast majority of Draco’s needs that fire just wasn’t one of them.
“Neville….?” Draco was looking at Neville with a thoroughly worried expression.
Feeling his heartstrings tug Neville made his choice. “So how exactly do we get Harry to agree to this?”
Draco ran around the table and hopped into Neville’s lap raining kisses all over his face and quite enthusiastically showering Neville with his adoration. For his part Neville grabbed Draco’s ass, dropped a substantial amount of Galleons on the table, and Apparated them to Draco’s apartment.
“Long time no see.” Harry strolled into the coffee shop, bringing with him a certain energy that left Neville blinking a bit in awe, even though by now he should be use to it.
“It has only been a week, Harry,” Neville chuckled.
“It seems longer.” Settling himself in a chair across from Neville, Harry took the drink that Neville had ordered for him and sipped it thoughtfully and thankfully.
“Could it have anything to do with you not having anything to take up your time now that you have retired from the Aurors?” Tilting his head and tapping his jaw, Neville grinned lightly.
“Retiring was the best thing I ever did for myself. I feel free. Let someone else take care of the other bad guys. I killed Voldemort and the rest of the remaining Death Eater’s are in prison. I have served my generation and all the future ones pretty well if I do say so myself,” Harry commented happily.
“So essentially the reason you retired is because you got bored with all the paperwork and menial tasks. Oh wait no, it was more like you got tired of all the near death experiences,” Neville translated and couldn’t help but smile.
“Something like that.” Leaning his head on his hand, Harry studied Neville closely. “You look really good. Malfoy is good for you after all.”
“Yes he is.” Neville remarked happily before recalling his original mission. “I need you to do me a favor.”
“Anything.” Harry’s attention sharpened and he straightened up. Neville was one of the few people in Harry’s life who never asked for anything.
For a moment, Neville was taken aback by Harry’s focus. Having never been on the receiving end of that focus, Neville felt butterflies take flight in his stomach. “I need you to come work at the shop for a while. Soon school will start and Draco is going to be run ragged and I won’t be much better. I need someone I know I can trust to run the shop while Draco and I take care of the back room stuff.”
“No problem,” Harry agreeed immediately, blinking as Neville flushed.
“It won’t be as easy as you think it may be,” Neville mumbled.
“Oh I know but I trust you to tell me everything I need to know. Oddly fitting all things consideed,” Harry patted Neville on the shoulder. “I mean, I taught you defense and now you’ll teach me how to run a shop. Both are very good life skills to have. Especially since you are dating Malfoy.”
“I don’t need that particular wand for defense.” Neville responded wryly, causing Harry to choke on his drink.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in light flirtation. Neville felt confident that things would work out.
“Potter for the last time you do not, I repeat, do not go in the side rooms downstairs. Your very presence could upset something and I don’t have time to keep redoing the potions,” Draco scolded Harry as he paced back and forth in front of him.
“It isn’t my fault the door opened suddenly,” Harry sulked slightly. Neville watched the two in amusement.
“I am sure it wasn’t but the fact remains that my new robes are ruined,” Draco huffed, pointing at the hole in the material of the robes.
“You can hardly see it,” Harry grumbled.
“Potter, do you need new glasses or have you gone blind? Quick how many fingers am I holding up?” Draco held up his middle finger.
“Point that at me and I will bite it off,” Harry all but growled, going toe to toe with Draco, even though Harry was inches shorter than Draco. Harry’s presence was just as strong.
Neville could only stare between the two, fascinated. He had known the two would be hot to watch but this was just… Neville fanned himself with a stack of parchments and quietly cast the wards on the shop and locked up. Sitting on a stool behind the counter Neville could almost predict when Draco was going to make his move. Long pale fingers grabbed the green shop apron Harry was wearing and pulled him close. Draco’s mouth descended and captures Harry’s into a steamy kiss. Harry moaned slightly, hands grabbing Draco’s biceps. For a moment time stood stilluntil Harry abruptly pushed Draco away.
“That shouldn’t haven’t have happened,” Harry sputtered, looking wildly at Neville before looking back at Draco.
“Why not?” Neville asked slightly breathless. “It was hot. Do it again.”
“Neville!” Harry blinked owlishly for a moment before looking scandalized.
“Potter for goodness sakes, don’t you think he would have hexed you by now if he wasn’t okay with what just happened?” Draco drawled, walking up behind Harry and placing his chin on his shoulder. “We want you.”
Harry’s face paled and Neville quickly jumped forward to reassure him. “It isn’t like we want it to be a one time thing. I mean, we respect you more than that.”
“Yes Potty, we will still respect you in the morning,” Draco spoke up but promptly snapped his mouth shut and shifted away from Harry and Neville both when they gave him a glare. His hands went up, “Honestly can neither of you take a little joke?”
“Harry this isn’t a joke. We can take it slow. I mean we want you even if Draco is being a prat, but he always is.” Neville walked slowly towards Harry as though Harry were a particularly tricky plant he needed to soothe. “I mean if you aren’t interested that is fine and we won’t bother you again.” Standing close to Harry but not so close as to make him feel threatened Neville waited for Harry to get his thoughts together.
“It’s not that I haven’t, I mean…” Harry struggled for words and Neville inwardly cheered. A blustering and nervous Harry was an easier to convince Harry.
Draco seemed to sense that Neville was heading in the right direction with Harry, so he walked over and snuggled up to Neville. Fitting himself into Neville’s side Draco was content to watch. He did adore it when Neville decided to take charge of things, if only because usually Neville went with the flow.
Harry eyed Draco enviously for a moment, not sure if he was more jealous of Draco’s position or how comfortable he was with Neville. “How would this work exactly?”
“How we want it to. I mean I like you both and wouldn’t mind being with you both together. I am sure we would work well together in a relationship. I mean, we complete each other.” Neville ticked off his reasons thoughtfully, absently rubbing Draco’s back as he thought.
“You can be sure that we don’t want you for your money or fame either. We’ve known you from when you wore clothes that were six sizes too small and your glasses were…” Draco was cut off when Neville coughed and squeezed him warningly. “What? It is true but at least now the clothes fit better.”“Draco Narcissus Malfoy,” Neville scolded and jumped when Harry burst out laughing.
“You mean his middle name is…” Harry covered his mouth with his hands to try to keep his guffaw in.
“It is the masculine form of Narcissa.” Draco retorted, his foot tapping in irritation as he fingered his wand lightly.
“Hhhhmmm I’m sure that’s why.” Neville soothed Draco and tried to figure out a way to get them back on topic but Harry beat him to it.
“I suppose being in a relationship with you two won’t be the hardest thing.” Harry smiled hesitantly once he got better control of himself.
“Yes at least we are easy on the eyes.” Draco retorted. “Though do you think maybe I could tailor your clothes a bit?”
Harry looked at Draco’s meticulously tailored outfit and then at Neville’s less then fitted attire.
“Well I hope you both know that I will get you both into fitted attire before the year is out,” Draco sniffed before whirling on his heel and strolling downstairs to the potion workroom.
For a moment there was silence between the two men remaining upstairs. “I didn’t expect that to happen when I agreed to work here.” Harry mused, scratching his head thoughtfully.
“I did,” Neville shrugged and Harry raised an eyebrow.
“You could have warned me,” Harry grumbled and butted his shoulder into Neville’s arm.
“No because then I would have to wait for you and Draco to finally get it together and well…watching you two fight makes me horny.” Neville shrugged before placing a companionable arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Oh and just so you know, Draco is fastidious about his and by extension our clothes.”
“What gave it away?” Harry scoffed and Neville simply shook his head.
“The easiest way to shut him up is not to wear any.”
Harry’s blush, amused Neville tremendously and he knew everything would somehow turn out alright.
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