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Harry Potter and the Quiet Life	By : marrjisback Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Neville Views: 15580 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The morning came like a slow wave crashing over Harry. He remembered, with a bubble of hope, Neville. He remembered…everything. The way Neville had looked at him through his lashes, shy and hopeful. His heart took flight. He rolled over. He dressed shakily, uncertainly. What if he’d invented it all? And still, he felt such a thrill fill him. He was happy. He walked slowly downstairs. Neville was sitting in the great green armchair Sirius had sat in years and years ago, staring out the window. The streets were dry with early light and a glisten of snow held a Christmasy promise.

“Neville.” Harry said quietly and Neville started a little, turning to look at him.

“Harry,” He replied, glancing sideways. “How are you-er-feeling?” Heart still hammering Harry sat in the rocking chair.

“Okay, I guess. Sorry I made such an arse of myself.”

“Oh, no, no, not at all.” Neville paused. “Well maybe a little.” They laughed. It was like music, the way they pitched together artfully.

“Listen, Nev,” Harry said then stopped. Neville picked up the strand of conversation softly.

“How much do you remember?” Neville said, turning to look at him face on.

“Most of it.” He said, gazing into Neville’s eyes. Neville’s leg twitched.

Suddenly their lips were together. Neither was sure who had started it, which had moved first, but it didn’t matter. Finally they were both on the same page.

Neville tasted as he had always tasted; sweet, sweaty, and a little bit like dirt. Harry found he liked the musky, gardener taste that Neville had. It stirred something in him, something he wasn’t sure he understood. Something feral and a little animalistic rose in him, to match Neville’s earthy nature. He ground their hips together, and was glad of Neville’s equal enthusiasm.

Neville gripped tightly to Harry's legs and hoisted them up around his waist and slammed him against the door frame. Harry moaned and clutched him closer. This was perfect, this was meant to happen. Pleased, he pushed his hands under Neville’s shirt and gripped at the slight muscles there that had been carved by lifting heavy pots and plants and pruning the pods. Neville’s strength was natural, it belonged there.

Neville hands followed suit, pushing Harry’s shirt right up to his shoulders and he bent to bite and lick the exposed body. Harry was built like a seeker, tight but slim muscles. Defined without bulging. Harry was much fitter than Neville and Neville felt his embarrassment swell. He didn't have a 6 pack. He didn't have any packs. He tried to suck in his gut, inadvertently biting hard against Harry’s shoulder. Harry gasped and murmured his desire for more.

"Neville!" he moaned pulling Neville up to his mouth, where he bit down on Neville’s lower lip. Neville, startled, inadvertently retaliated and a sharp pain mingled with pleasure as Harry tasted blood. Harry, Neville was surprised to find, liked it a little rough.

Neville pulled back to grin at harry, whose lips were swollen and red, eyes burning in excitement. Harry grinned back.

" we should have done this YEARS ago!" harry said a look of blissful satisfaction on his face. Neville’s face was content, but hungry. He leaned in again, this time the desperation had calmed, and his actions were slow and pleasant. He kissed Harry, so gently and affectionately Harry thought he'd simply melt into a liquid version of himself. He'd never been kissed like that before. Slowly, Harry’s hand ran south, gliding over the body he found so enticing. He fingered each curve, each stretch of skin like diamonds under his touch. He reached to grasp the waistband of Neville’s plaid pyjama pants. Neville nearly growled against Harry’s mouth, surprised. The slowness of the kiss was changing, morphing into something fast and dangerous again. The hand that had started it all, the little slice of pure heaven that Neville had been waiting for inched lower. He bit down again, this time on Harry’s neck and was pleased that the skin turned red and bright with his teeth marks. He licked slowly along them, his breath hitching as Harry’s hand dipped below the band and brushed the soft hairs. Almost.

Just then a little gasp issued from beside them. Rather suddenly the two wizards remembered the presence of three young male muggles in the house. They pulled apart to look into the living room, startled, and sure enough the three boys gazed back dumbfounded. Harry murmured a swear word, as Neville slowly dropped Harry’s legs and pulled back, his face pink with embarrassment. He covered his mouth with his hand and backed away.

The two friends shuffled awkwardly, mouths wide and eyes bulging. The boy without a girlfriend, eye swollen and black gave a strangled sound and said, almost exasperatedly.

"Well, I guess you didn't actually try to steal my girlfriend." he said, eye brows raised. Harry couldn't help but laugh, albeit guiltily, like a child caught stealing from the cookie jar.

"No, no, I definitely didn't," he said "Er, come into the kitchen guys.” Harry ushered them into seats around the kitchen table and they silently marvelled at the view of the backyard, lush with snow crystals and ice along a beautiful path leading to a frozen, fanciful lake under the weeping of a giant willow. Neville gave it an appreciative glance; his plans had been meticulously followed, down to the currently dead baby’s breath exploding from a legless old fashioned wheel barrow. He pointed at the large glass window that swallowed half the kitchen wall.

"It looks great, Harry.” He said quietly, though something itched in his throat. It had been done without him. Done, possibly, with Malfoy of all people.

"Thanks..." Harry said awkwardly which made Neville think he'd been spot on.

“You guys hungry for some breakfast or something?" Harry asked turning on the stove and putting a pot tenderly on top.

"Ughh, no." Murmured one of the boys, looking pale. "I'm hung over still." the others nodded.

" I've got a fool proof solution." Harry said, opening a strange parchment book and flipping to a well worn page. He began emptying weird ingredients into it well the muggles looked on warily. Neville peered at the recipes written in thin slanted writing that was very familiar but clearly not Harry's. Harry poured in some frog spawn and set Neville to chopping up dragle roots into neat little squares.

"So, uh, do you guys own this B&B together?" the black-eyed boy said awkwardly.

"Oh no," Harry said counting every third counter clockwise stir and throwing in a clockwise one. "Neville teaches at a boarding school, so he's only free during holidays. I run the b&b when there's customers." he looked up sharply as though to make a point, “but I also work for the government part time. I'm self-supportive." he snipped pointedly as the boys glanced each other. "Not that it's any of your business." he added in clipped tones. They nodded looking uncomfortable but Harry took this as a sign to revert to usually pleasantries. The potion was finished, and he poured the clear pink water equally into four cups. He handed them out and swallowed his in one go then excused himself to the washroom. The boys remained silently staring at their cups while Neville flipped through the potions book curiously. In swirled writing on the front cover it read "Property of Severus Snape." Neville’s eyebrows came together in confusion. Harry returned and looked about at the full glasses.

" I haven't poisoned them." he said lightly. "Trust me, they work. But you will have to piss afterwards." he added as they swallowed. A few moments later they all darted upstairs looking as though they were about to burst.

"Brilliant invention of Snape’s sucks all the alcohol straight to the bladder." Harry shook his head, smiling. He flicked his fingers and the ingredients put themselves away neatly as the pot began to wash itself in the sink. "Are you thirsty?" Harry asked as a cup drifted down from the cupboard and landed on the counter. He opened the fridge. "I've got orange juice, lemonade and fruit punch." Neville looked surprised and Harry flushed.

"Oh! I have pumpkin juice too!"

"What's fruit punch taste like?" Neville asked leaning into peer at the muggle juices in befuddlement. Harry grinned and poured him a glass. As he put the juice away and the glass drifted lazily into Neville’s hands, Neville gazed at Snapes book.

"Why do you have Professor Snapes private recipes?"

"They were throwing all his stuff out of Dumbledore’s office and I, well I nicked it to be honest. I have some other stuff. Photos of my mum, some potions books and DADA books." Harry flushed. Neville smiled, and drank some juice. He looked befuddled but seemed to enjoy it.

"You’re a good person for rescuing his stuff." He complimented. Harry’s neck was red and trailed with Neville’s own teeth marks. He desperately wanted to return to their early interactions. To finish, pardon his pun, what they had begun. But there were young boys upstairs, and Teddy, Neville remembered with a start.

"Well, I reckon he'd be peeved that I ended up with it of all people but I couldn't let them toss it all. He-he deserved better than he got." Harry turned away abruptly and turned the stove on again as bread lifted itself into the toaster. Eggs shot out of the fridge as Harry put two cooking pans on the stove top and a package of frozen bacon drifted to his side. Neville watched, a little awed as Harrys hand seemed to thaw the bacon instantly and eggs began cracking themselves into the other pan.

"Harry, you've really got a gift for wandless, non verbal spells!" he muttered as the table set itself behind them.

"Oh," Harry seemed embarrassed at the compliment. "Well I was a wreck at non-verbals but in aurour training they take away your wand and try and get you to do Wandless stuff and it just came to me naturally. Nonverbal was easy when I no longer had to think about holding a wand and knowing the spell. I just knew what I wanted and the Latin just flowed into my head and it happened. How does that quote go? Magic is really very simple, all you have to do is want something and then let yourself have it. They were all really impressed; thought Dumbledore had taught it to me or something. One of the teachers told me it was usually a gift among muggleborns because they didn't know they needed wands when they were kids and their magic was sort of suppressed. I told him that nobody was as magically suppressed as me when I was a kid. The Dursleys tried to squash magic out of me. Literally. So I was predisposed to it." he shrugged and Neville had to shake the urge to sigh. Poor Harry always suffered the most but always turned out the best for it. It was such a weird mix of lucky and unlucky. The boys re-entered the room and all magic stopped as Harry caught the spatula above the eggs and the tongs spinning over the bacon.

"That works amazingly!" One said.

"Had to piss like a race horse, though." Said another.

"Breakfast smells awesome." the last added.

The tallest boy, the gentle giant, was a broad blond name Manny and the other smallish, boy-faced one was named Dale and the black-eyed boy was Matt.

“Listen,” Matt said around a mouthful of bacon. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I was pretty well smashed. Shouldn’t of done it.”

“Forget about it.” Harry said with an absent shrug, sipping his coffee. Teddy appeared in the doorway then.

“Hey, you little monster, why are you up so early?” Harry asked as Teddy made his way onto his lap.

“Breakfast, Daddy.” He said pointedly, as though this were obvious.

“Silly me.” Harry said, rolling his eyes and smiling. Andromeda followed shortly afterward, fully dressed.

“Oh, look. Guests.” She said tiredly and poured herself a cup of coffee. She was irritable and tired.

“Good morning, Nanny.” Harry said, and it sounded like a heartfelt apology. She gave him a weary but forgiving look. Than she turned her eyes to Neville and raised her thin eyebrows. Neville smiled and tried to convey every confusing and happy moment to her in the smile. She left the room grinning.

“Nanny mad at you, Daddy.” Teddy said, shovelling Harry’s breakfast into his mouth.

“Oh really, Ted?” Harry played with Ted’s hair, fluffing it straight up. It was spelled to look stationary coloured in the presence of Muggles. It was a mousy brown, the exact colour Lupin’s had been. It was thick as hell and needed a bath. Today, Harry thought absently.

“Yeah, said you been a bad boy.” Teddy said. Matt and the others looked guilty.

“That’s our fault, little guy.” Matt said and Teddy looked up at him with interest.

“I’m Teddy.” He said pleasantly as he chewed on Harry’s toast. Harry reached over and snatched Neville’s toast in exchange.

“Hey!” Neville exclaimed cheerfully.

“I’m Matt.” Matt said.

“Dale!”

“Manny!”

“Do you live in the many people house?” Teddy asked and Harry rubbed his head. The boys laughed.

“It’s the college house, Ted, all those people go to school together. They live there to be near their school.”

“Like Hogwarts?” Teddy asked, leaning his head back against Harry’s chest to peer up into his face. Harry nodded.

“Sometimes!” Manny said brightly, mind rummaging through Hogwarts blankly. Sounded made up to him. Children are like that though, funny little things. Some part of his mind also noted that Harry appeared far too young to have a child that age. Also, far too gay.

“Hey,” Harry said suddenly, looking up at them. “How many people live there anyway?”

“Technically?” Dale said, glancing at his friends.

“Six.” Matt replied.

“But there’s a never ending supply of visitors who make themselves welcome occasionally, us included.” Manny finished, smiling pleasantly, if a little annoyed sounding. Harry nodded, somewhat shocked. “We don’t really live there though. It’s a girl’s house and last night Matt’s girl kicked us out. Said…said she was leaving him for neighbour named Harry Potter.” Manny glanced at Matt uncertainly.

Neville looked at Harry. Harry looked back.

“I had no plans whatsoever to date any of those girls.” He said to Neville. “In fact, I’m not sure I can tell them apart…they look so similar.” Neville laughed.

“I believe you, Harry. Besides, I have a feeling she isn’t your type.”

Harry covered Teddy’s ears and stage whispered. “Yes, she’d have those nasty things called breasts, wouldn’t she?”

“And quiet possibly a-dare I say it?-a vagina.” Neville stage whispered back as Harry faked a dramatic shudder. They both looked over at the boys. They were laughing slightly.

“Oh man, Missy has just let her imagination run away with her. Well, that’s just fine. She can stay on her own, the cu-uh-baddie.” He said, glancing at Teddy who was attentively listening in.

“Oh, dear.” Harry shook his head. “I should have told the neighbours, I suppose, about my illicit love affairs.”

They laughed in earnest then and the boys left soon afterwards thanking Harry and leaving paper notes in the tip jar after Harry refused to accept anything from them. Andromeda, sensing the importance of this time in Harry’s life, took this time to take Teddy to visit her cousin.

Finally they were alone, and mildly uncertain of how to progress. A rather large part of Neville just wanted to jump and fondle Harry, but their relationship would never progress into reality if all they did was have awkward but heated sexual interactions. They had to discuss. Like adults. This made Neville firmly uncomfortable. Harry made them tea, his Englishness leaking into all sorts of things. The two of them had consumed more than enough tea with all their awkward conversations.

Harry glanced down at the teacup caught between his hands. Harry was feeling rather similarly to Neville. There was an overwhelming desire to pin Neville to the table beneath his thighs. Or, better yet, he longed for Neville to press Harry against the table and exert that strange power, that unexpected dominance over Harry. Harry was just so tired of being the one to act. He longed to be acted upon and taken apart and undone. Harry was just so tired of being the leader, for once he wanted to be meek and submissive. Not like he had been at the Dursley’s, not isolated or forcibly controlled, but guided. And Neville was so sexy when he had control. Harry shuddered and tried to hide it by sipping his tea.

“So-“

“I-“ they both began and stopped, looking at each other. Harry smiled.

“Do you really want me?” Neville said. “You could have anyone.”

Harry nodded. “I want you. Do you want me?”

“More than you can imagine.” Neville said, taking a long sip of tea to mask his embarrassment at being so bold.

            “Well, I have a son to take care of.” Harry said, somewhat uncertainly. He certainly couldn’t be made to choose between the two, it would be unwise if Neville asked him to do so. As unhappy as it would have made Harry to not have Neville, Teddy was more important than Harry’s feelings.

            “And I work at a boarding school.” Neville said, equally uncertain. Harry blinked, having somewhat forgotten.

            “Oh, I guess that makes us pretty balanced then.” Harry said, with a startled sort of happiness. Neville nodded, rather happy with how things were going. “We’ll be long distance, which will be…interesting. We should set up a floo network between my room and yours. We’ll ask MacGonagal, I’m sure she’ll be fine with it.” Neville was flushed with happiness.

            “That’s a brilliant idea, Harry.” Neville nodded and reached his hand over to touch Harry’s wrist. Harry flipped over his hand and intertwined their fingers.

            “I have a favour to ask you as well. Teddy’s been asking about relatives and I…I’d like to take him to visit my cousin. I know where he lives but I don’t know if we’d be-well-welcome and I don’t think I could go alone and I just-well- it’s not my uncle and aunt and Dudley I think he had a different, he seemed different when we parted-said I wasn’t a waste of space which sounds poor taste but really-you don’t know what it was like-what if it’s a mistake? I don’t know if I should-well-I’m not…” Harry rambled uncertainly.

            “I’ll go.” Neville said firmly, interrupting the flustering Harry. “It’s alright.” He gave a soft laugh. “I’d be happy to go with you.” He squeezed Harry’s hand.

            “I’m sorry that I asked you this, like, seconds into our relationship.”

            “Its fine, Harry, that’s what boyfriends are for.” The word boyfriend cascaded out of his mouth somewhat awkwardly and it tasted sweet and strange to Harry.

“Boyfriend.” Harry said, it was cottony in his mouth. Neville nodded. “What else do your duties include?”

“Well, we Christmas together. If anyone hits on you I withhold the right to glare jealously. I get angry when people insult you. I attend ex-lover’s weddings with you and say nasty things about the groom.” He winked at this one and Harry smirked.

“Sounds good.”

“I’ll bring you flowers.” Neville continued and leaned in to kiss Harry gently.

“I love flowers.” Harry said, kissing Neville back equally soft.

“I’ll do chores for you.”

“Mm.” Harry murmured as Neville kissed along his chin and up to his temple.

“Make you food.” He caught Harry’s ear between his teeth.

“St-“ Harry breathed. “Wai-“

Neville pulled back uncertainly.

“What?” Harry’s face was rosy and his hand was pressed against the ear Neville had bit, his eyes wide and aroused and looking straight down at the table.

“Still more to…discuss.” Harry trailed and looked away, again flushed with warmth.

“Oh?”

“Sex!” Harry gasped. “He have to talk about sex!” his palm covered the bottom half of his face, which didn’t hide his reddening ears.

“Gladly.” Neville said cheekily, though feeling rather embarrassed himself. He could have sex, but he’d never talked about it. What did sex talks include exactly?

“I haven’t…I mean, with a man-all the way, that is…” Harry trailed, his palm muffling the words. Neville didn’t allow himself to thing about that until it was clarified.

“Harry, you never had sex with Malfoy? Or Fred and George?” he said sharply, hoping to make everything clear immediately.

“Well, we did a lot of oral but never…” he glanced out the window uncomfortably. “Anal.” He said finally, like it tortured him to say.

Neville shouldn’t have felt his heart speed up and soar. Oh man. Instant erection. Neville thought, and it was true, he was burning with this thought of a virgin Harry. He wanted to take him right there on the table.

“What about you and D-Dean? Or the Prof? Mena?”

“Mena and I never got that far.” Neville said. “Hannah and I didn’t either.” he paused. “Dean and I did.”

“Who?” Harry said and made a weird gesture with his hands.

“Topped? Dean.” Neville, replied. Harry seemed to sink a little down.

“Oh.” He said.

“What?” Neville prodded, shifting his chair so he was face to face with Harry. “Jealous?”

“A little.” Harry said with a shrug. “But mostly…I mean. You never topped?” Neville shook his head slowly, thoughtfully. He couldn’t grasp exactly what Harry was saying.

“Well I would rather you-“ Harry started, stopped, swallowed and continued. “I’d rather you-If you don’t want to that’s alright and we won’t be going that far any time soon, I’m not ready, but when we get to that…I’d rather you fucked me.” Harry said and looked into Neville’s eyes with piercing green. Neville nearly exploded. He had Harry on the table in seconds, his hands pinning the dark haired man down. Running along his body as he firmly raped Harry’s mouth with his tongue. Harry moaned and Neville echoed it with a groan of his own. He bit Harry’s lip, catching his bottom lip between his teeth sharply. He ground his pelvis between Harry’s legs, one of which was hooked over Neville’s shoulder and the other wrapped around his hip. The heat was exotic.

“I-I’ll take that as a-ah- yes.” Harry gasped out as Neville bit along his chest, pushing the shirt away with a certain madness. The animal in him was back and Harry revelled in its heat. Neville bit firmly on a nipple in response.

“How the hell did you get this sexy?” Neville accused, his own voice ruffled and achy. Harry brought his hands to cover his mouth as he gasped loudly. Neville ripped them away so he could hear those sounds, those gorgeous, mutilated sounds and stare at that flush face.

“Look at that face.” Neville panted, dry thrusting their still clothed hips together roughly. Harry almost mewled, his lips parting and still wet with Neville’s saliva. “So fuckable.” He ground at the right angle, catching their cocks together fleshly. Harry dug him nails into Neville’s shoulders and arched his back, pushing their bodies together wantonly.

“Neville!” he gasped wetly. More friction, Neville thought wordlessly and pressed his whole weight into the writhing body beneath him and ground ferociously together as he caught that pretty little mouth with his own. They kissed savagely, tongues scrapping along tongues and teeth roughly catching lips. They both tasted blood and either bothered to wonder who was bleeding. This rough love was filled with so much anguish and stress and desperate longing. This was something that had pent up over so much time and finally, finally, as they ground together, still fully clothed, they came together into the morning light, breaking the kiss only to call each other’s names out into the day. Neville continue thrusting, but slower, less wildly as they rode out their orgasms’. Harry rose to meet him at each thrust and found Neville’s hand lifting him gently on the small of his back a great comfort. They kissed slowly, colours spinning and minds reeling in pleasure. Finally they stilled, slowly grinding to stop and Neville simply leaned down to kiss him softly and sweetly brushing bloody lips. He pulled back, and stared down into Harry. Harry leaned back against the table, panting softly and smiling. His lips were bleeding a little in the corner and were brutalized red, his cheeks were flushed pleasantly, his eyes half lidded and glowing a green brighter than Neville had ever seen. The sweat dampening his face made him glisten. He pressed his forehead against Harry’s own and kissed him chastely once more.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” Harry sighed softly.

“Me too.” Neville said, brushing the wet hair from Harry’s face.

“Neville.” He sighed, no more than a gentle caress of a name and it melted some deep sorrow in Neville and illuminated a rich sadness, which was also a happiness. It was, Neville realised slowly, the feeling of belonging. Something he had never felt anywhere except here, in Harry’s loose and warm embrace.

as i wrote this chapter, a woman in the public space i was in was petting her adorable dog. his name was neville. it made wirting the sex scenes a little strange, lol, so if they seem off, im sorry. please, tell me what you think??? PLEASE! I BEG YOU! REVIEW! and yes...i write sex in public. it's dreadfully embarressing.
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