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Shiloe: Just the Two of Us	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 11759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Neville saw Draco and his Father appear on the lawn and smiled as they approached the house.

“Gran, they’re here!” He called out.

Augusta came into the sitting room and watched the two who were walking up to the door.

Lucius knocked and Augusta walked up to the front door, opening it. “Lucius.” She said coolly.

“Madam.” Lucius replied, inclining his head. “I believe your grandson has a date with my son today.” He said.

Augusta sniffed. “He needs to be back by ten.” She said. “That will give them three hours, which should be more than enough time for a dinner date.” She finished haughtily.

“I will see to it that Draco has him back here by then.” Lucius told her.

Augusta narrowed her eyes. “Will you be chaperoning them?” She asked.

“Of course.” Lucius replied. “It would hardly be proper for them to be out together without a chaperone.”

“It happens pretty often nowadays, though.” Augusta muttered. “Fine. Neville, your young man is here for you!” She called out.

Neville walked up behind her, smiling at Draco, who stood behind his father. “Thank you, Gran. I’ll be back by ten, I promise.” He told her, as she moved aside to let him pass.

“See that you are.” She answered.

Neville walked up to Draco and took his hand.

Draco bowed over Neville’s hand, kissing the knuckles, then straightened, smiling at him. “You look handsome today.” He said softly, looking over the light blue robes Neville wore.

Neville blushed as the door shut quietly. “Thank you. You look pretty good yourself.” He returned.

Draco was wearing pewter robes that nearly matched his eyes. “I hope so. I dressed to impress. Father, we’re ready to go.” He said.

Lucius placed a hand on the shoulders of both of them and side-along Apparated them to an upscale restaurant’s receiving room. “I’ll be sitting near you, but you two have a reservation for a separate table.” He told them. “You should have enough privacy to speak freely.”

Draco held out his hand to Neville, who took the hand with a smile. They followed the waiter that had appeared and took the table he indicated, then they watched as Lucius was seated nearby.

The waiter returned and they ordered drinks, both teens opting for sparkling cider.

They ordered their food and the waiter bowed and went to collect Lucius’ order.

“So, we really need to know each other better.” Draco said with a smile. “Especially if there’s a chance you and I might end up together.”

Neville chuckled. “It would ease things somewhat if we did, yes.” He agreed mildly. “Where do you propose we start?”

Draco tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “What are your plans after Hogwarts? Do you have any interest in a particular career choice?” He asked.

“I do, actually.” Neville answered. “My best subject is Herbology, you might have noticed.”

Draco nodded. “I did.”

“Well, I want to start a nursery. In addition, I would have some rarer plants I would harvest to offer potioneers a local choice for certain ingredients. I think if there were a closer option, a lot of people would go that route rather than relying on apothecaries that are further away and have to ship ingredients to them from abroad.”

Draco’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “That works out well for me. I plan to become a private Potions Maker after I attain my Mastery. I could buy solely from you, and you’d have at least one person that would start out with a certain customer loyalty.”

Neville smiled. “That would probably help me, yes.”

“If we end up being mates, how many children would you want? Keep in mind, I top exclusively, so it would be you bearing them.” Draco added.

Neville frowned. “I’m not so sure about that. What if I end up being a Dominant?”

Draco made a face. “Let’s hope you don’t. Or that you’re not my mate if you are. I’m fairly certain I’ll never bottom, Nev.”

“Oh.” Neville said softly, then brushed it off. “At any rate, I think three would be fine, unless Shiloe wants one from me. I’d give him one if he asked. Either carried by me or him, I’m not picky.”

“Carried by him? He’s bottomed for you?” Draco asked curiously. He just couldn’t see Neville as a top.

Neville blushed. “He seems to like both roles, so yes.”

“Hmm…” Their food arrived and Draco took a bite.

Neville glanced over to the dance floor. “Are we going to dance after dinner?” He asked.

Draco smiled. “That’s the plan.” He confirmed.

Neville smiled. He might not like Draco’s insistence that he only tops, but he was romantic under it all. If he ended up with the blond, it would be a fair trade-off, he felt.

They chatted about inconsequential things for a bit, then the topic of child-rearing came up.

“Of course, any children I have are going to Durmstrang—”

“Not if they’re with me.” Neville said firmly. “I won’t stand for my children being sent that far away.”

Draco was silent for long moments, staring at him. Then, he sighed. “Why not?” He asked.

Neville ignored the question and continued. “Besides that, Durmstrang teaches the Dark Arts as part of their curriculum, and those can be addictive.”

“Only if you abuse them!” Draco denied hotly.

“Which most people, especially children raised on them, do. It’s too risky to dabble in that kind of thing from such a young age. If they want to try out a few Darker spells once they are, say, fifteen, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. Most teens can handle that kind of power responsibly; mine would certainly be able to. But no younger. It’s just too dangerous.” Neville finished.

Draco pursed his lips as he considered that. “Is that your only objection? Or do you really think it’s too far as well? Would you have the same objections over them attending a light school, like Beauxbatons?”

Neville smiled. “Still too far away. Hogwarts or homeschool, I’m afraid.”

Draco hummed. “We’d have tutors, of course.”

Neville nodded his agreement.

“Homeschooling would be an option. It’s costly, though.”

“If money is a problem for you—”

“It’s not, I was just making an observation.” Draco said, shaking his head. “We have no problems with money. So, no Dark Arts before fifteen, no going further from home than Hogwarts. Anything else you won’t budge on? Best get it all out in the open now.”

Neville smiled. “That’s the important stuff. Anything else can be discussed as it comes up. Any stipulations you’d like to insist on?” He teased.

“Naming.” Draco said firmly. “Absolutely no star or constellation names. The Black family tradition ends with me. I won’t have any part of carrying my mother’s legacy forward.”

“Bitter much?” Neville asked in surprise.

Draco sneered. “She is still a loyal follower of the Dark Lord. She doesn’t deserve any consideration. Shiloe told me she was the first to appear when He called them. I’m quit of her.”

“I’m sorry.” Neville said softly.

“Don’t be.” Draco finished his last bite, then added, “She made her bed. I’ve still got Father, that’s enough for me.” He stood. “Let’s put this conversation from our heads and dance for a bit, yeah?”

Neville took his hand and smiled. “I’d love to.”

They walked onto the dance floor and Draco began leading Neville around in a waltz.

“You dance well.” Neville remarked.

“Lessons. I’m assuming you had them, too? There’s no way that level of skill is inborn.” Draco said in amusement.

Neville laughed. “Yes, especially with how clumsy I am. Three years.” He admitted.

Draco’s eyebrows rose. “Wow. That’s a bit much.”

“Trust me, I needed it.” Neville told him wryly.

“I have something to give you when we get back to the table, or your house. You can pick. It’s not much, just something to remember me by when I’m not with you.” Draco smirked. “Something you can show to Cedric, if you want. Who knows, he may start a competition.”

Neville smiled. “It had better not be a ring.” He said in amusement.

Draco scoffed. “Hardly. I’m not that presumptuous.” He denied. “Wait and see.”

They danced for another half an hour, until Lucius came and stood by the edge of the dance floor, watching them.

Draco sighed and ended the dance, then they headed home.

“Here.” Draco said, holding out a jeweller’s box when they were back in front of Neville’s house. “It’s not much, and you don’t have to take it.”

Neville opened the box. Inside was a necklace made of gold, the chain small and delicate, a tiny golden lion hanging from it. Neville gasped. “It’s beautiful!” He breathed, handing it back to Draco. “Put it on me?”

Draco smiled and carefully put it on Neville, then gave then other teen a soft kiss. “I had a good time tonight. We should do this again. Around Christmas?” He suggested.

Neville chuckled. “Sounds good to me. Keep in mind, if I make plans with Cedric for a Hogsmeade weekend, you are not to interfere.” He said sternly.

“All’s fair in love and war, but I can do that for you, I suppose.” He agreed.

Neville shot him on last smile and went back in the house.

“With ten minutes to spare.” Lucius said. “Did you have a good time, Draco? Really?”

“Yes, Father, I did. I really like him.”

Lucius smiled. “Then I hope you are his mate in the end.”
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