𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 ; bleville ｡

in which neville decides not to be a little bitch anymore

dean just sat there, shell shocked.

"you're what?" 

"i'm in love with blaise zabini," neville repeated, but in a soft whisper now. his burst of energy was gone, and now he had to sit with that statement, letting it marinate. "i'm in love with blaise."

"i'm not really sure what to say in this situation, but it seems like you've got it all figured out, so i'm just gonna go..." dean said, more to himself really. neville wasn't listening.

"i have to go tell him," he muttered, getting up shakily from his spot on the bed.

he ran out of the room and past dean, down back towards the common room and out the portrait hole. the fat lady gasped dramatically as he slammed her portrait back to the wall as he exited, but he couldn't stop to apologize. if he stopped, he would chicken out. he was sorted into gryffindor for a reason.

finally reaching the dungeons, he realized he had no idea where the entrance to the slytherin common room was. so he did what any reasonable person would do. he began to scream blaise's name. out loud. in an empty corridor.

"blaise!" he yelled, travelling through the dungeons in case he was in the wrong area.

"blaise zabini!"

"BLAISE!"

"jesus fucking christ, neville. what the hell do you want?"

the boy in question spun around at the voice, seeing a hole in the wall beginning to close and his best friend standing in front of him with an incredulous look on his face.

all of a sudden, neville's bravery was gone.

"i- i'm-" he managed to choke out. it was surprising he was able to make a noise at all, really.

"you're what..." blaise coaxed.

neville screwed his eyes shut, trying to muster up the courage to tell blaise how he felt. if he didn't, he'd be letting godric gryffindor down. he would be disappointing everyone on the face of the planet if he didn't. his cheeks blushed and, with his eyes still closed, he yelled once more.

"i'm in love with you!"

when he opened his eyes, expecting a look of disgust or mockery, his best friend was crying. instantly, neville began to apologize, but really he was just confused. usually confessions didn't make the receiver cry, it was the other way around.

"i'm sorry! are you okay? what's wrong? did i say something stupid? i said something stupid, didn't i?" the nervous and flittering boy rambled, his hands making wild gestures as he didn't know if he was supposed to leave or comfort the other.

all of a sudden, blaise began to laugh. small at first, but it grew steadily the more nervous neville became.

"why are you freaking out?" blaise asked between bursts of laughter.

"because that's not how i expected you to react?"

"babe," blaise started, earning a significant blush from the other as a reward. "i confessed to you months ago, what did you think i was going to say?"

"that you had moved on and didn't like me anymore..."

instead of responding, blaise took a step forward and put his hand on neville's cheek, rubbing his thumb on the soft skin. 

"how the hell am i supposed to move on when you're the only thing i think about all day, every day," blaise whispered, moving impossibly closer until their lips were a hair's breadth away.

"can i kiss you?" blaise asked, even though he could see neville's dilated pupils, his reddened cheeks, and his gaze fixated on the other's mouth (in this house we ask for consent).

"please," neville breathed. at this, blaise's whole mood changed. neville inched forward, begging for blaise to kiss him, but the boy maintained that distance. he was enjoying this quite a lot-- the look of pure want on neville's face.

he was able to enjoy this sight until neville took his hand, grabbed the back of blaise's neck rather harshly, and smashed their lips together with the hunger of a starving animal. their teeth knocked, but the pure passion present in that moment was enough that blaise didn't really care that he might have chipped a tooth.

the slytherin took advantage of the hard dungeon wall next to them and pinned neville to the stone, reminiscent of when blaise had finally caught up to neville after he was overheard calling neville daddy material (which he still stood by). a gasp left the gryffindor's mouth when his back hit the wall, and blaise used the opportunity to explore the other's mouth with his tongue.

neville groaned, the amount of sensations washing over him at the moment was almost too much to bear. if blaise wasn't holding him up with a hand on the waist and a knee between the legs, he probably wouldn't have been able to stand.

neville took a moment to breathe, angling his head towards the ceiling, allowing blaise to capture his neck in millions of kisses, leaving small little marks that later on he would assure the gryffindor were "completely invisible, no one will notice."

"is your--" neville began, only to be interrupted by a gasp as blaise sucked on the crook of his neck. "is your dorm empty?"

"should be," blaise replied, picking neville up by the back of his thighs and entering the slytherin common room. he began climbing the stairs to the eighth year dorms with neville now being the one attacking his neck, but stopped when his hand rested on the doorknob. 

"what's wrong?" neville asked, noticing that they were standing still in front of the door.

"i really like you."

neville giggled, replying, "i really like you, too."

"no, i mean i really like you, so i don't want to go too fast and ruin it."

his dick really didn't like the fact that he had just said that.

he put neville back on the ground in front of him, expecting him to be upset, but he just hugged blaise's waist and buried his face in the taller boy's sweater. he looked back up at his best friend and smiled the most adorable smile blaise had ever seen adorn a human face.

"we can just cuddle instead."

blaise smiled back, and finally turned the doorknob to his dormitory. he led neville to his bed and opened the green curtains, allowing the boys to lay under the covers and get cozy. neville's back naturally found its place along the other's stomach, and blaise's arm went over his waist as if it was made to fit.

"will you be my boyfriend," the slytherin said suddenly, whispering into the quiet room.

"yes," the gryffindor whispered back as he squeezed his best friend-made-boyfriend's hand.

and with that, the boys fell asleep, their breaths mingling until they were completely in sync. that was how they were when draco found them, for they had forgotten to close the curtains once they were settled. the blonde chuckled, calling quietly for pansy to come and take a look. 

when the two woke up, they would have a whirlwind of questions to answer, mostly from the gossip queen herself. for example, how did neville realize he liked blaise back? what was blaise's reaction like? did they have sex immediately? if so, spill the beans. were they dating now? did blaise snore?

these questions could be saved for later, but now, in their own little bubble, the two boys were happy and at peace. it was like the universe made sense once again. tomorrow it could be chaotic.

[a/n: this is the end of my tiny little update spree (: i'll see you next time i get a strange burst of motivation, maybe there'll be actually smut soon (; if i don't die in the process of writing it (; haha]