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The White Rose

Neville stumbled out of the infirmary beaming with pride. He had stopped by to see how Professor Snape was doing, at Harry's special request.

Harry had carefully explained to his bondmate Neville's part in rescuing him from his attacker, who Neville now knew was Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. Professor Snape had actually complimented him. He felt a rush of happiness suffuse him.

Blaise was waiting patiently by the doors of the infirmary to see Neville. He'd dropped by the Common Room earlier, but the snooty fat lady had informed him that Neville wasn't in.

Luckily, a second year come out at that point before Blaise threw any hexes and, under questioning, had reluctantly admitted that Neville had, in fact, gone to the infirmary at Harry's request.

Poppy Pomfrey had refused to allow Blaise into the sick rooms and Blaise had finally subsided under Poppy's hawk like scrutiny. Best not to anger someone who might, someday, have your life in their hands.

Poppy had unbent enough, however, to assure him that his head of house was recovering nicely from the attack of the previous evening.

Blaise observed Neville secretly as he walked out of the infirmary. He practically glowed with confidence and happiness.

Neville had changed physically, too, over the last year, Blaise ruminated. Some of the baby fat he'd once had was disappearing quickly as he grew several inches in height. His doe-like sherry-coloured eyes and lovely chestnut hair were two of his best features.

Blaise itched to be able to run his hands through Neville's hair, which he was finally allowing to grow longer than that awful bowl-like cut that he'd sported for the first five years.

All in all, Neville was quietly developing into quite an attractive, if not handsome, young man. All he needed was a bit of polishing to set off his little diamond in the rough.

Blaise frowned. He'd need to get Neville a new set of formal robes for the Halloween Ball. It wouldn't be easy to get Neville to accept such an expensive gift, but Blaise was nothing if not determined to get his way.

"You look happy," Blaise said as Neville approached him.

"I am," Neville said excitedly. "You'll never guess what happened," he continued in a bubbly manner.

"What?" Blaise asked with real pleasure seeing Neville completely happy for the first time.

"Professor Snape actually gave me a compliment," Neville said, radiating happiness.

"Did he, now? Well, it's bloody well about time," said Blaise with a slight growl.
Neville looked slightly bemused.

"I'm very proud of you, Neville, you showed why you were sorted into Gryffindor. You kept your head and saved my head of house from a potentially fatal beating," Blaise said as he tucked his fingers under Neville's chin and brought his head up.

"Thank you," Neville said with tears pricking at his eyes.

The corridor was very quiet when and Blaise leaned forward and touched his lips to Neville's very lightly, just brushing his lips back and forth across Neville's.

Neville murmured something unintelligible as Blaise nibbled at Neville's lips. Blaise circled his free arm around Neville's waist and drew him up forward against his body.

Blaise could feel Neville's heart thumping against his chest and felt the light puffs of breath from Neville's mouth.

Blaise nipped at Neville's lower lip and then ran his tongue along Neville's lips requesting entrance.

Neville opened his mouth slightly and Blaise took advantage by slipping his tongue into Neville's mouth. Neville groaned and opened his mouth more fully.

Blaise delicately ran his tongue up against Neville's, dancing and darting, encouraging Neville to respond. When his tongue stroked the roof of Neville's mouth he groaned deeply.

Blaise hardened at the sound of Neville's apparent enjoyment. He could feel evidence of Neville's excitement against his thigh, which he'd managed to nudge between Neville's legs.

Neville's arms reached around his waist and he started to imbed his fingers deeply in Blaise's back and started kneading him like a kitten.

Blaise felt himself beginning to leak and knew he'd have to break this up soon or he'd throw Neville up against the wall and pound into him right here and now.

Blaise tore his mouth away, breathing heavily. Neville grunted in frustration.

"Not here, Neville," he said hoarsely.

Neville let out a frustrated whine and reached forward to cup Blaise's erection. Blaise hissed and grabbed Neville's hand.

"Bad boy!" he laughed. "I have plans for us, and it's not to become a public spectacle, no matter how much I want to pound your lovely ass into the floor," he growled.

Neville's eyes were almost completely dilated and his breathing heavy as Blaise gently pushed him away. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out his wand.

"Accio Rose," he said.

A beautiful long-stemmed white rose appeared in his free hand. He carefully pocketed his wand and presented the rose to Neville.

"For you, Neville, a small sign of my regard," he said as he brought the rose up and touched it gently to Neville's heated face. The soft petals felt like silk against Neville's face and the sweet aroma of the yet unopened rose tantalized his senses.

Blaise brought the rose back down to Neville's chest and uttered a small charm that caused the rose to attach itself to Neville's robes.

"Its stunning, Blaise, thank you," Neville said in a shaky voice.

Blaise soothingly ran his hand up and down Neville's back, letting him recover from their impassioned snogging session. After a few minutes, Blaise moved forward and dropped a kiss lightly on Neville's brow.

"Time to go to breakfast. Don't want you wasting away on me," Blaise said with a grin.

"Like there's any fear of that," Neville said, turning his head away from his boyfriend.

"Here now, none of that, please!" said Blaise sharply. "I happen to find every inch of you very delectable," Blaise said, but saw the doubt in Neville's expression.

Blaise leaned in and nibbled on Neville's earlobe, and then whispered into his ear.

"You're perfect from the top of your lovely head down to your cute little toes and I can't wait for the day that I make those toes curl and hear your voice screaming my name while I make mad, passionate love to you," he concluded in a growl.

Neville's heart sped up as he looked into Blaise's eyes. There was nothing but the heat of passion there.

The both jumped apart as they heard a door slam shut.

"Gentlemen, I think you have better things to do with your time than make a public display of yourselves in the hallway. Don't you have classes to prepare for?" Poppy Pomfrey inquired, hiding a smile.

"Certainly, Madam Pomfrey. Neville, you go ahead; I have a few questions for our nurse about Professor Snape.

Neville was now hard as a rock again, and very flustered. He quickly scurried down the corridor towards the Great Hall, praying that his erection would go away before he met his friends.

Blaise watched him go until he couldn't see him any longer. Poppy tapped her foot impatiently.

Blaise's attention snapped back to the school nurse. He turned a devastatingly charming smile on her.

"I just came to inquire about the Professor's health. As I'm sure you're aware, all of Slytherin House is extremely concerned about him," be began blandly.

Poppy studied the boy as he began to question her. She automatically answered while contemplating what she'd seen. It was an odd match, to be sure; but from the look in Zabini's eyes while he watched Neville leave, she was sure his feelings were engaged. She mentally sighed; at least she hoped so, for Longbottom's sake.

Breakfast Gossip
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At the Gryffindor table the talk was only of the upcoming Ball.

Ron was excitedly examining the brand, sparkling new galleons he had just received via owl mail. His mother had managed to scrape up the money to pay for new robes.

"It's brilliant, Mione! What shall I get? Maybe green, no, red, no..."

Hermione giggled at Ron's enthusiasm. "Rd Wed Weasley, if you think I'll allow you to pick out your own robes, you're mad. I'll go with you this morning, since your Quidditch practice has been canceled and I am free the first period."

Ron goggled at Hermione. "Mione! You, giving up a chance to study? The world must be coming to an end," he teased her.

"Not at all," she said, unruffled. "I want my date to look presentable," she said in a stern tone, but her eyes sparkled.

Harry smiled at both of his friends. Some things never changed. He turned his attention to Neville.

"And how are your plans coming along, Neville?" he asked.

Neville flushed with pleasure. I'm very excited. Blaise has told me to save all my dances for him," he said shyly.

Hermione saw the lovely white rose pinned to Neville's school robes.

"Ooohh, how lovely, Neville. A gift from Blaise?" she said in a teasing voice.

Neville flushed a deeper shade of red. "Yes, he gave it to me this morning on the way to breakfast," he said, glancing towards the Slytherin table.

A snort came from Dean Thomas, further down the table. Seamus frowned at him.

Lavender spoke up. "Well, I think it's very nice of him. I wish every boy were so thoughtful," she said to distract Neville from Dean's scowl.

Neville let the rest of the conversation wash over him as he continued to sneak peeks at the Slytherin Table, hoping to catch a glimpse of Blaise.

"Neville, love, eat your breakfast before it gets cold," Hermione scolded gently.

Neville stared down at his now congealing eggs. He really didn't feel hungry. His mind flashed back to the kiss he'd shared with Blaise as he mindlessly pushed around his rasher of bacon, his face taking on a dreamlike quality.

"Zabini, don't you have your own House table?" Ron said as Blaise made a sudden appearance behind Neville.

Hermione stomped on Ron's toes hard underneath the table. She'd been through alls wis with Ron just last night. Didn't he ever listen to her?

"Ack! Mione, that hurts," Ron complained.

"Behave yourself," she hissed.

"Yes, do, Weasley, and while you're at it, shove on down. I want to sit beside Neville while I talk to him, there's a good fellow," Blaise said cheerfully.

Ron muttered, but didn't dare further complain with Hermione's sharp eye on him. Lavender and Parvati giggled, Seamus rolled his eyes and some of the first years just goggled at the sight of one of the hated Slytherins nestled up against Neville and whispering in his ear.

Harry smiled at Blaise's antics. Of all the Slytherins, Harry felt that Blaise and his family probably represented the best of the lot. He'd spoken to Severus after Neville had left the infirmary and had learned a lot of Blaise's background.

Blaise was the second of three sons and one daughter born to the Zabinis, an old purebred family who were considered to be at the "liberal" end of the political scale for Slytherins.

Harry had asked Severus what he meant by that and Severus had replied that, although the family was, in fact, primarily Slytherin, the Zabinis had always been willing to intermarry with other houses.

This had been something of a relief to Harry, who'd had his doubts about the budding relationship between Blaise and Neville. After all, Neville was a Gryffindor, and from a long line of Gryffindors at that.

Blaise's oldest brother, Samuel, was already married, and had produced twin boys with his bride Muriel, who had been originally sorted into Ravenclaw. The couple had met in Hogwarts and married shortly after graduation.

As Severus had continued to explain the family history, Harry had felt a weight off his mind. Apparently, the Zabinis were both powerful financially as well as politically and yet untainted by ties to Voldemort.

"Believe me, Harry; if young Zabini is really serious about Mr. Longbottom, it would be a brilliant match for him. Unbelievable as it seems, Mr. Longbottom's star seems to be rising," Severus said drolly.

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