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A Single White Rose	By : Pat Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Love Letters
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Blaise caught Neville's eye in the corridor as Neville exited his History of Magic Class. Blaise had just finishis his Charms class, and had hurried over from the third floor to catch Neville before he went back to his dorm.

Both the Double Potions class and Divination, of course, had been canceled for the day. Double Potions would pick up the following day, but due to the scandal involving Professor Trelawney, it was doubtful that a Divinations professor would be found in the near future. Most of the students planned to use that now blank period of time as a study period.

"Neville," Blaise called, moving swiftly through the group of chattering Gryffindors to reach him.

A smile broke out on Neville's face.

Slightly breathless, Blaise moved into step with Neville. Hermione and Ron looked briefly back, but continued on t way way.

"We have to talk," Blaise said seriously.

"Why?" Neville said, looking confused.

"We need to clear up some things right now," Blaise said.

Neville cringed internally. It had been on the tip of his tongue to thank Blaise for the invitation from his mum, but maybe it'd been a mistake? His heart sank.

"Umm, okay. Where do you want to talk?" Neville asked nervously.

"In the Slytherin Dormitory," Blaise replied.

"What! I can't go there!" wailed Neville.

"Why not? I go into the Gryffindor Common Room all the time," Blaise calmly replied.

"But that's different," sputtered Neville. "They don't want to kill you."

Blaise laughed and tussled Neville's hair lightly.

"If you mean ferret boy, don't worry about him, I've gotten permission from Snape and Draco isn't stupid enough to cross our head of house right now," Blaise smirked.

"Well, if you're sure it's alright," Neville said, his hand finding Blaise's and holding on tightly.

"I'm sure," Blaise said gently and herded Neville down the stairs.

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Draco Malfoy was irritable and depressed. He had spread-eagled himself out on the sofa in the middle of the Slytherin Common Room with his friends surrounding him.

The Ball had been a disaster. Aurors were crawling all over Hogwarts due to the botched murder attempt on Professor Snape. If this continued, his family and all the other Voldemort supporters would lose all respect. It was intolerable.

The door to the Common Room opened up and Blaise Zabini stepped through with Neville Longbottom.

Draco saw red. He snapped up into sitting position.

"What the devil do you think you're doing, Zabini? Get Longbottom out of here," he spat.

The tall, handsome boy grabbed Neville's hand and drew him forward.

"Neville is my boyfriend and is here as my guest," he said coolly. "If you have any problems with that, I suggest you speak to our Head of House. Professor Snape has given permission," he continued with a nasty glint in his eye.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at Draco for instruction. Draco gnashed his teeth, but knew he'd been outmaneuvered.

Neville looked like he wanted to be any place on earth but here. He had known this had been a bad idea, but Blaise had been so insistent. He turned worried eyes towards his boyfriend.

Before Neville could say a word, Blaise dropped a quick kiss on his lips. "I'll take you up to my room, now," he said, squeezing one of Neville's buttocks as he spoke.

Neville squeaked and reddened, but didn't protest further.

Blaise flashed a triumphant smile over his shoulder at Draco as he led Neville away.

As they walked up the stairs, Neville could feel his palms beginning to sweat. He trusted Blaise, he really did, it was Malfoy he didn't trust.

As they entered the boy's dorm, Blaise brought Neville forward to his bed, which was at the end nearest the study tables.

"Have a seat, Neville," Blaise said indicating his bed while he took his wand out from his robes and intoned an unlocking charm on his trunk.

Neville sat nervously at the end of the bed, not knowing what to expect. He watched as Blaise sorted through a number of items and placed them on the bed. Finally, he was through and relocked the trunk and put his wand away. Blaise then sat down on the bed directly beside Neville so close that their thighs were touching.

"First, I want to apologize for what Draco did last night," Blaise began.

Neville's mouth hung open in surprise. How did Blaise know about that?

Apparently reading his mind, Blaise explained, "One of the other Slytherins heard the whole thing," he said gently. Blaise decided that Neville need not know that he'd been shadowed that evening under Blaise's orders. That was Slytherin business.

Neville flushed and nodded, accepting the explanation.

"It wasn't your fault," Neville said. "You don't need to apologize."

"Why didn't you tell me about it, Neville? I know it must have been very upsetting for you, yes?" Blaise gently probed.

"I didn't want to make a fuss, you know, ruin the evening and all," Neville looked down at his toes as he said this.

Dear Neville, he was so easy to read. He didn't have a drop of duplicity in him, thought Blaise.

Blaise circled an arm around Neville's waist and the other stroked his hair gently in a soothing fashion.

"And maybe you wondered if there wasn't just a bit of truth to what Malfoy said," Blaise said in a calm voice.

Neville stiffened in Blaise's arms.

Blaise reached out with his hand and grabbed Neville's chin firmly.

"Look at me, Neville," he said.

Neville lifted his eyes reluctantly to meet Blaise's.

Blaise looked deeply into Neville's innocent chocolate-colored orbs and then said, "It's a total lie, Neville. Malfoy wanted to hurt you and he wanted to undermine our relationship. It was cruel and uncalled for, and he will pay for it, of that you can be sure," Blaise said in a tense voice.

Neville felt like a ton weight had been removed from his soul.

Neville eagerly tried to climb onto Blaise's lap for a cuddle, all his fears washing away in a moment. His joy was palpable.

Blaise gently pulled Neville onto his lap and murmured in his ear, "Don't you know I love you, Neville?"

Neville's heart skipped a few beats.

"You do?" he said quietly.

Blaise nodded firmly.

"I do. Let me show you this," he said with a smile.

Blaise reached over to some of the items he'd pulled from his trunk that he'd left on the bed.

"Hold out your hands, Neville," Blaise said.

Neville obediently held out his hands.

"This is one of the white roses I used for your boutonniere," he said, indicating a pressed rose. "I wanted to keep it as a reminder of our first dance," Blaise said, gently handing him the pressed flower.

Neville blinked hard and touched the pressed rose gently.

Blaise handed Neville a note, and then some letters.

"This is your thank-you note for the set of robes, and these are my mum's letters to me about you. I've kept everything. Your notes, lett and and every reply you've sent me," said Blaise with a shy smile.

"I don't know what to say," choked out Neville.

"You don't have to say anything, love, just believe me when I say I love you, trust in that, believe in that, that's all I ask," Blaise said, gently nibbling on Neville's neck.

Blaise fumbled through his robes and found his wand. He flicked it, murmuring a spell as he did. The curtains around the bed shut. He flicked again and spoke a silencing charm. Blaise put his wand down on the night table beside his bed.

Blaise then gently moved Neville off of his lap, took the papers and flower out of Neville's hands, and leaned down to put them on the floor beside the bed.

Blaise returned to Neville's side and gently turned Neville's head towards his and pulled his head toward him for a kiss.

Neville growled and pushed Blaise backward on his bed. Neville heard a muffled laugh against his lips.

Blaise gently nibbled at Neville's lips while Neville tried to open Blaise's mouth for some deep exploration. Blaise tore his lips away with a gasp.

"Easy, Neville, not so fast," Blaise said with a grin.

Neville grunted and then spread his legs so that he straddled Blaise's body. This, in turn, elicited a deep growl from within Blaise's chest.

Suddenly, Blaise grabbed Neville and twisted him off, reversing their positions so that Blaise was now on top, straddling Neville.

Neville whimpered and then his hips moved awkwardly, seeking friction for his half-hard cock.

Blaise pulled his robes up over his head and threw them on the other side of the bed.

"Lift your hips," Blaise instructed Neville as he momentarily moved off of his body.

Neville lifted his hips and Blaise pulled up his robes.

"Sit up," Blaise commanded.

Neville did so and raised his arms so that Blaise could draw his robes up and over his head. Blaise pulled the robes free and then tossed them over to join his on the other side of the bed.

Blaise then moved back onto to Neville, this time pinning his arms down on the bed as he straddled his body.

Blaise's head darted forward and he moved in to steal a kiss.

Neville moaned and opened his mouth fully. Blaise's tongue battled with Neville's for dominance. Neville happily acquiesced and Blaise's tongue darted to and fro, tasting and mapping out each delicious crevice in Neville's mouth.

Blaise started to grind his hips against Neville's in an excited manner. When Blaise's erection finally touched Neville's, he let out a little scream.

Blaise tore his mouth away from Neville's.

"Good, baby?" he said, breathing heavily.

Blaise started to move his hips in an age old rhythm that brought gasps and small cries out of Neville's mouth.

Blaise looked down at Neville's flushed face and his swollen pink lips and dove in again for a passionate snog.

Neville wrapped his legs around Blaise's hips in an attempt to bring him closer.

"More, Blaise, more," Neville gasped out as he struggled for breath after Blaise finally tore his mouth away from Neville's.

Blaise sat up and moved his hips away from Neville's. Neville cried out in loss but Blaise just grabbed his belt and undid it and then moved on to his pant's zipper.

The sound of the zipper going down was very loud. Once Blaise had done that, he pulled the pants and Neville's y-fronts down to his hips, exposing Neville's twitching cock.

Neville felt the cool air on his erection and turned his head away in shyness.

Blaise's eyes were slits now as he reached out and touched the silken hardness that was now his.

"Don't look away, baby, you're beautiful," Blaise said as he continued to stroke Neville's cock.

Neville's hips surged forward to seek more of Blaise's fondling, but Blaise stopped.

"Don't stop," Neville whimpered.

"I'm not, baby, I just need to put us on equal footing," he leered as he unzipped his own trousers and pushed them down.

Blaise wasn't wearing underwear and Neville eagerly drank in the sight of Blaise's leaking cock. It was long and thick and uncut, unlike Neville, who'd been circumcised as a baby.

Blaise moved down against Neville and their erections touched. Neville pushed up hard and felt a jolt of sensation run through his cock to his body.

Blaise pinned Neville's arms down to the bed and his hips began to slowly build a cadence against Neville.

Both cocks were now leaking copiously, easing the way.

Blaise moved down and bit into the curve where Neville's neck met his shoulder. Neville cried out and his arousal grew by leaps and bounds.

Neville tried to move his arms, but Blaise kept him pinned in position. Blaise ground his erection harder and faster against Neville's.

Neville felt wave upon wave of sensation, his body seeking the pinnacle.

"Blaise," Neville called out hoarsely and then he felt his cock pulse several times against their bellies. Neville screamed as he fell over the edge.

"God yes!" screamed Blaise as his hips moved faster and faster against Neville's now limp body.

Suddenly, Blaise held still against him and Neville felt his lover's cum burst over his cock and belly. Blaise moaned as the last spurts finished.

Blaise collapsed on top of Neville, panting.

Blaise was heavy, but Neville, with his arms finally released, pulled Blaise in even tighter as small tears of joy leaked from his eyes.

After catching his breath, Blaise moved off and to one side of Neville.

Neville, reluctant to let his lover go, was pulled tightly against Blaise's side.

Blaise dropped a light kiss on his head.

"That was incredible, Neville," he murmured with a yawn.

"Oh yes," said Neville in a sated voice.

Blaise looked down at himself. The hot release that had been so pleasurable a minute ago was starting to cool and congeal. He frowned.

"Just a tick,Neville," Blaise said as he grabbed his wand off of the night table.

He murmured a quick cleaning spell and then put the wand back where it had been.

Blaise grabbed Neville's hips and pulled his trousers, underwear and socks off. Then he pulled off Neville's shirt.

Neville blushed hotly and looked away, as he'd never been completely nude before his lover.

"Don't do that," Blaise snapped.

Neville turned his head back quickly.

"Neville, you're mine and I want to see you," he said sharply. "Don't you know how much I fancy you? Everything about you," Blaise said, kissing Neville's shell-shaped ear.

Neville felt his surge of self-consciousness melt away. He pleased his lover and that made him very happy.

Blaise then proceeded to take off his remaining clothes and snuggled down in the bed and pulled Neville up against him.

Neville reached out and gently explored Blaise's body as he lay there. He thought he'd never seen anyone more beautiful.

Blaise's skin seemed to be of an almost porcelain-like quality, except where as sas sprinkled with freckles. His body was long, lean and well muscled. He had powerful thighs and a strong upper body.

Neville gently ran his fingers down Blaise's rock hard belly and towards his quiescent cock. It was as lovely as the rest of Blaise.

"Enjoying yourself?" Blaise said with a small laugh.

Neville whipped his hand away.

Blaise mentally kicked himself. This was no time to tease Neville. Later on, when Neville was sure about himself and Blaise's love, then the foreplay could include sexual teasing. But not now, when Neville's feelings were so new and tender.

Blaise grabbed Neville's hand and put it back on his chest.

"Neville, I was joking. I want you to get to know me and feel comfortable around me. Don't pull away now, please? I was thoroughly enjoying that," Blaise said in a wheedling tone.

Neville smiled faintly and moved his hand to Blaise's nipples on his chest and began to touch them, circling them gently.

Blaise sucked in air between his teeth. Neville's innocent touches were a delight, but he'd have to be careful. Too much more of this and Blaise wouldn't be able to wait for their wedding night and he'd end up pounding Neville into the mattress.

Luckily for Blaise, Neville chose that minute to yawn gently and he moved his hand away.

"I'm tired," said Neville.

Blaise lightly snogged him and then whispered, "Rest now, love, we don't have any classes for the rest of the afternoon," Blaise said, drawing Neville in closer.

Blaise reached over and pulled the comforter over both Neville and himself, forming a warm cocoon.

Neville's breathing gradually slowed and Blaise finally allowed himself to be lulled into sleep along with his lover, a last thought flitting through his head that he'd have to censor his next letter to his mum.

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