Fic: Going for Heroes
Jan. 17th, 2008 02:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silyaraTitle: Going for Heroes
Author: Silyara (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silyara or trivalent)
Pairings: Blaise/Neville
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual behavior, slash
Summary: The battle's over, and Blaise Zabini knows what he wants.
Notes: Written forintroject.
It was over. Harry had won. But somehow, looking down at Colin Creevey’s corpse, it didn’t feel like they’d won. So many…so many dead. Everyone gathered by family, mostly. Gran had come over to tell him how proud he’d made her – and his parents – but was making dialogue with the older crowd – Aberforth, Slughorn, and a few others.
Neville turned away as Dennis shook his brother’s body. It was too much to watch; he’d been prepared to die. He thought he would be among the dead. Harry died, and he stepped out. Then he killed Nagini. That was when he knew he was done for. But having been ready to die, he felt…odd wandering and seeing the corpses instead.
He couldn’t help but wander though, looking at the faces of the dead and sorting them by house. Gryffindor. Gryffindor. Hufflepuff. Gryffindor. Ravenclaw. Gryffindor. Slytherin? He gawked – Millicent Bulstrode was dead? She had come back. Many of them had – the Slytherins that was. That had blindsided him, to be honest. He, like everyone else, expected them to run for their selfish little lives.
“Not the prettiest bird, but she threw a mean hex,” a smooth voice behind him commented, catching him off guard.
“Yeah, I know,” Neville replied, trying to take the bitterness out of his voice as she had died for their side.
“She did what she had to this year,” Zabini sounded so calm about the whole matter – the curses and hexes and crucios.
“Really? What about the DA?” Neville turned around and asked, his eyes flaring.
“Would you really have trusted us if we came to you?” Zabini asked, “McGonagall kicked us out without a second thought.”
“And you went,” he interjected.
“Yes, well, we also came back.”
“Your point?”
“We’re not brave blundering idiots,” Zabini laughed, “We’ll fight. But we like to make sure we will win.”
“Slytherins.”
“Really? No disrespect for what you did. You killing that snake is about the sexiest thing I’ve heard, but we prefer to think things out first,” the Slytherin boy commented with amusement.
“Harry said to kill the snake.”
“What?”
“Harry said to kill the snake,” Neville repeated.
“So it’s that simple? Just…march up to You-Know-Who and do it? I hate to break it to you, but usually that ends in death,” Zabini gesticulated with his hands as he spoke, patting his shoulder.
“Yeah well,” Neville grinned, “I just…reacted.”
“And I heard you broke a body bind that You-Know-Who put on you himself. Now that’s sexy,” Zabini whistled.
“Sexy? Not cool or amazing, sexy?” Neville asked.
“Mmmhmm,” the dark boy hummed, looking Neville over. The Gryffindor shifted his feet, not quite comfortable under the gaze. “I really wouldn’t have predicted you growing such balls and becoming so damn sexy.”
“Er, thanks,” Neville didn’t understand why he had to say that word so many times. And whom was he kidding? No one thought he was sexy. Ginny thought he was cute. Luna said he was brave and “just swell.” But no one had really ever…not that he wanted a woman, but if none of them thought he was ‘sexy,’ it was a pretty fair judgment.
“Oh you’re blushing,” Zabini pointed out but without any cruel laughter, “Look, I understand that…you’re not as damn fine as I am, but you’re so clueless about your own appeal that it just adds to it.”
“Could we stop talking about that near dead people?”
“My sexiness or yours?” Zabini asked.
“Er, it in general,” Neville looked away at a hole in the wall.
“Somewhere else then?” the Slytherin asked. Neville raised his eyebrows. “Follow me.”
It took him a minute to figure out where they were heading – the Room of Requirement, but he figured he could think of a room that would work. After all, he’d mastered asking the room for what he wanted. But Zabini placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him when they got there. His hand was warm; Neville realized it was his first human contact since the battle ended. Blaise Zabini walked back and forth three times before the door appeared.
Walking inside, Neville felt nervous, “Why is there a bed? What did you ask it for?”
Zabini smirked, “I just asked for a place where I could…discuss your sexiness with you. Apparently, it thought a bed was appropriate.”
“Why would a bed be appropriate for talking?” Neville asked.
“Good question,” Zabini replied, eyeing Neville in a way he’d never been looked at before. But even Neville knew what that was. He wanted to – oh.
“Um, I’m really not that good looking. I mean, if you’re you know, doesn’t it seem like someone like Malfoy would be more your type. He’s pretty…” Neville stumbled over his words.
“Crybabies who go running to their mothers aren’t sexy Neville,” Blaise approached him slowly, circling slightly, so the bed was behind Neville. “And I’ve already gone there.”
Neville paused, “That looks…hot.”
“Hot yes, but you’re sexier,” Zabini commented, a slightly annoyed tone in his voice, as if he really didn’t want to talk about Draco Malfoy.
“Um,” Neville felt so lost and confused – like dancing, “Why do you think I’m, um, you know…”
“Because I’m ‘you know,’” Zabini stepped closer, “so I could tell.” He was breaking Neville’s personal bubble. But if he backed up there was a bed, and that would be worse, but apparently not backing up encouraged him, and the dark oh so beautiful man was so close to him it was…
“Stop!” Neville ordered.
Zabini slouched, “Well if you say so.”
“It’s just…I don’t know you, and I really don’t think we should do this when I don’t know you, you know? It’s just, it’s too fast,” Neville stumbled.
Zabini sighed, “It always is for the keepers.”
“What?” Neville asked, still distracted by the other man being so close. And within reach. And…he smelled good. What smell was that?
“You’re right, Malfoy is hot, and he’s easy to get into bed. But he’s not going to stick around. I’m good for a few fucks or so, maybe even till we graduate. But then he’ll settle down like a good pureblood from a proper old family. And I’m not the type to be kept on the side,” Zabini rolled out, as if explaining to a small child.
“With what I’ve heard of your mother, you’d seem dangerous to keep around,” Neville commented. He then winced at accidentally insulting Zabini’s mother.
“Last I checked I’m not her. And really, she makes me set for money. I don’t need more, and I don’t want random fucks for the rest of my life,” Zabini drawled, in that dangerous smooth tone.
“But we’re…young, we’re about to graduate. We don’t have to just settle down,” Neville protested.
“Do you know many gay couples? No,” Zabini huffed, “because everyone gets forced into being good straight little boys as soon as they’re released into society.”
“I wouldn’t hide…” Neville began, but Zabini interrupted.
“But what about ol’ Gran? She’ll just edge you toward some sweet girl, Hannah Abbott or Susan Bones or something, and before you know it, you’ll be saying the vows,” Zabini spit out, “just like most of us.”
“So why won’t that happen to you?” Neville demanded.
“Because I’m going to be a social pariah anyway. No reason to conform when they’re going to hate me anyway.”
“But you fought!” Neville shouted, “You fought! I saw you!”
“We’ll see if history remembers Slytherin house or not,” Zabini remarked dryly.
Neville shook him by the shoulders, determined, “They will!”
“I’m allowed to touch you now?” he asked.
“What?” Neville hadn’t thought about that, “Oh, um, I don’t know.”
“We’ll just have to see,” Zabini smirked. He stepped closer and paused, about six inches between them. Then he stepped up even closer. They were just the same height. And Zabini closed his eyes; his mouth tilted in…closer closer, and the lips were smooth, soft. The kiss wasn’t hesitant, but it was respectful, not forceful. Neville decided it was only polite to close his eyes as well, and his hands came up around the Slytherin’s body, tentative.
They broke apart for a second, and Neville rubbed the cloth, “Wow, that’s…soft.”
“Yes. Now we could admire my fashion sense, or you could take them off and see how much sexier I am than my clothes,” Zabini commented.
“Um, just the uh, top, um, I suppose,” Neville replied, “I…it just wouldn’t seem right to you know…”
“Why?” Zabini asked.
“Well, first of all, it’s our first, um, whatever. And also all those people are laying there dead, and it’s just not right to you know, when they’re all there dead,” Neville explained.
“I respect that, but it would be called celebrating,” Zabini replied.
“Isn’t this celebrating?” Neville asked.
“Yes, I get a big brave sexy hero all to myself,” Zabini gave him a rather predatory look, all while playing with his hair, and it was making it hard to concentrate.
“Harry’s the hero,” Neville mumbled.
“He might be Ginny’s hero,” Zabini mouthed into Neville’s ear, “but I witnessed what you did this year, and you’re just as much a hero. And mine, which is even better.”
“You have a thing for heroes?”
“Just the sexy ones,” Zabini replied and kissed his way along Neville’s jaw. It made him nervous, the idea of doing anything, especially with someone as good looking as Blaise Zabini, but well, the Slytherin seemed a good deal more obsessed and rather determined than he felt. And it made him blush, but just…the way Zabini’s hands ran along his sides and back and tugged at his shirt…he felt sexy.
Neville began unbuttoning Zabini’s shirt, which was a good deal difficult. He gave up on it halfway down and tugged the thing off after loosening the tie. And he would have liked to just sit and look at the Slytherin, but his face was kept occupied, so he explored with his hands along the toned expanse. Somewhere along the way the bed either moved to meet them, or they moved to meet it. Zabini pulled off his shirt, and they collapsed onto it, hands all over each other.
No one had said kissing could be this hot, and Neville hadn’t felt harder in his life. Plus, occasionally as they rolled around, the friction between them was…just right. And Zabini was taking a nipple into his mouth when he felt it coming, and he just groaned, embarrassed, as he knew the other boy had to be able to feel it. But damn, it was…good. Sure it had been short, but that beat masturbation any day. He lay back with his eyes still closed and just breathed.
“Sorry,” he finally spoke.
Zabini ran a hand across his stomach, prompting Neville to open his eyes. A cat that just ate the cream couldn’t look more pleased. “What?” Neville asked for about the hundredth time.
“You look so beautiful when you come,” Zabini commented.
“You just…always look beautiful, Zabini,” Neville commented, blushing.
“Call me Blaise,” the other boy responded, “and I know.”
“Right, Blaise,” Neville repeated the name, to get it in his head.
They were silent for a few moments before Blaise spoke, “It’s okay if you don’t want to…follow through.”
“I, you, I mean I know I didn’t last long, but I’ll…I can last longer,” Neville tried to string a sentence together.
“That’s not what I meant,” Blaise continued, “I meant if you don’t want to deal with…being gay or even just with it being me, a Slytherin and with my mother and all. I would understand. But I want to know now before anything…more happens.”
“Oh, um,” Neville paused, “you really think that after standing up to Voldemort after Harry died or well whatever he did, I’m going to care what others say?”
“It’d be caring about your own side…”
“You idiot!” Neville exclaimed.
Blaise just grinned, “This is why I go for heroes.”
Author: Silyara (
silyara or trivalent)Pairings: Blaise/Neville
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual behavior, slash
Summary: The battle's over, and Blaise Zabini knows what he wants.
Notes: Written for
introject.It was over. Harry had won. But somehow, looking down at Colin Creevey’s corpse, it didn’t feel like they’d won. So many…so many dead. Everyone gathered by family, mostly. Gran had come over to tell him how proud he’d made her – and his parents – but was making dialogue with the older crowd – Aberforth, Slughorn, and a few others.
Neville turned away as Dennis shook his brother’s body. It was too much to watch; he’d been prepared to die. He thought he would be among the dead. Harry died, and he stepped out. Then he killed Nagini. That was when he knew he was done for. But having been ready to die, he felt…odd wandering and seeing the corpses instead.
He couldn’t help but wander though, looking at the faces of the dead and sorting them by house. Gryffindor. Gryffindor. Hufflepuff. Gryffindor. Ravenclaw. Gryffindor. Slytherin? He gawked – Millicent Bulstrode was dead? She had come back. Many of them had – the Slytherins that was. That had blindsided him, to be honest. He, like everyone else, expected them to run for their selfish little lives.
“Not the prettiest bird, but she threw a mean hex,” a smooth voice behind him commented, catching him off guard.
“Yeah, I know,” Neville replied, trying to take the bitterness out of his voice as she had died for their side.
“She did what she had to this year,” Zabini sounded so calm about the whole matter – the curses and hexes and crucios.
“Really? What about the DA?” Neville turned around and asked, his eyes flaring.
“Would you really have trusted us if we came to you?” Zabini asked, “McGonagall kicked us out without a second thought.”
“And you went,” he interjected.
“Yes, well, we also came back.”
“Your point?”
“We’re not brave blundering idiots,” Zabini laughed, “We’ll fight. But we like to make sure we will win.”
“Slytherins.”
“Really? No disrespect for what you did. You killing that snake is about the sexiest thing I’ve heard, but we prefer to think things out first,” the Slytherin boy commented with amusement.
“Harry said to kill the snake.”
“What?”
“Harry said to kill the snake,” Neville repeated.
“So it’s that simple? Just…march up to You-Know-Who and do it? I hate to break it to you, but usually that ends in death,” Zabini gesticulated with his hands as he spoke, patting his shoulder.
“Yeah well,” Neville grinned, “I just…reacted.”
“And I heard you broke a body bind that You-Know-Who put on you himself. Now that’s sexy,” Zabini whistled.
“Sexy? Not cool or amazing, sexy?” Neville asked.
“Mmmhmm,” the dark boy hummed, looking Neville over. The Gryffindor shifted his feet, not quite comfortable under the gaze. “I really wouldn’t have predicted you growing such balls and becoming so damn sexy.”
“Er, thanks,” Neville didn’t understand why he had to say that word so many times. And whom was he kidding? No one thought he was sexy. Ginny thought he was cute. Luna said he was brave and “just swell.” But no one had really ever…not that he wanted a woman, but if none of them thought he was ‘sexy,’ it was a pretty fair judgment.
“Oh you’re blushing,” Zabini pointed out but without any cruel laughter, “Look, I understand that…you’re not as damn fine as I am, but you’re so clueless about your own appeal that it just adds to it.”
“Could we stop talking about that near dead people?”
“My sexiness or yours?” Zabini asked.
“Er, it in general,” Neville looked away at a hole in the wall.
“Somewhere else then?” the Slytherin asked. Neville raised his eyebrows. “Follow me.”
It took him a minute to figure out where they were heading – the Room of Requirement, but he figured he could think of a room that would work. After all, he’d mastered asking the room for what he wanted. But Zabini placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him when they got there. His hand was warm; Neville realized it was his first human contact since the battle ended. Blaise Zabini walked back and forth three times before the door appeared.
Walking inside, Neville felt nervous, “Why is there a bed? What did you ask it for?”
Zabini smirked, “I just asked for a place where I could…discuss your sexiness with you. Apparently, it thought a bed was appropriate.”
“Why would a bed be appropriate for talking?” Neville asked.
“Good question,” Zabini replied, eyeing Neville in a way he’d never been looked at before. But even Neville knew what that was. He wanted to – oh.
“Um, I’m really not that good looking. I mean, if you’re you know, doesn’t it seem like someone like Malfoy would be more your type. He’s pretty…” Neville stumbled over his words.
“Crybabies who go running to their mothers aren’t sexy Neville,” Blaise approached him slowly, circling slightly, so the bed was behind Neville. “And I’ve already gone there.”
Neville paused, “That looks…hot.”
“Hot yes, but you’re sexier,” Zabini commented, a slightly annoyed tone in his voice, as if he really didn’t want to talk about Draco Malfoy.
“Um,” Neville felt so lost and confused – like dancing, “Why do you think I’m, um, you know…”
“Because I’m ‘you know,’” Zabini stepped closer, “so I could tell.” He was breaking Neville’s personal bubble. But if he backed up there was a bed, and that would be worse, but apparently not backing up encouraged him, and the dark oh so beautiful man was so close to him it was…
“Stop!” Neville ordered.
Zabini slouched, “Well if you say so.”
“It’s just…I don’t know you, and I really don’t think we should do this when I don’t know you, you know? It’s just, it’s too fast,” Neville stumbled.
Zabini sighed, “It always is for the keepers.”
“What?” Neville asked, still distracted by the other man being so close. And within reach. And…he smelled good. What smell was that?
“You’re right, Malfoy is hot, and he’s easy to get into bed. But he’s not going to stick around. I’m good for a few fucks or so, maybe even till we graduate. But then he’ll settle down like a good pureblood from a proper old family. And I’m not the type to be kept on the side,” Zabini rolled out, as if explaining to a small child.
“With what I’ve heard of your mother, you’d seem dangerous to keep around,” Neville commented. He then winced at accidentally insulting Zabini’s mother.
“Last I checked I’m not her. And really, she makes me set for money. I don’t need more, and I don’t want random fucks for the rest of my life,” Zabini drawled, in that dangerous smooth tone.
“But we’re…young, we’re about to graduate. We don’t have to just settle down,” Neville protested.
“Do you know many gay couples? No,” Zabini huffed, “because everyone gets forced into being good straight little boys as soon as they’re released into society.”
“I wouldn’t hide…” Neville began, but Zabini interrupted.
“But what about ol’ Gran? She’ll just edge you toward some sweet girl, Hannah Abbott or Susan Bones or something, and before you know it, you’ll be saying the vows,” Zabini spit out, “just like most of us.”
“So why won’t that happen to you?” Neville demanded.
“Because I’m going to be a social pariah anyway. No reason to conform when they’re going to hate me anyway.”
“But you fought!” Neville shouted, “You fought! I saw you!”
“We’ll see if history remembers Slytherin house or not,” Zabini remarked dryly.
Neville shook him by the shoulders, determined, “They will!”
“I’m allowed to touch you now?” he asked.
“What?” Neville hadn’t thought about that, “Oh, um, I don’t know.”
“We’ll just have to see,” Zabini smirked. He stepped closer and paused, about six inches between them. Then he stepped up even closer. They were just the same height. And Zabini closed his eyes; his mouth tilted in…closer closer, and the lips were smooth, soft. The kiss wasn’t hesitant, but it was respectful, not forceful. Neville decided it was only polite to close his eyes as well, and his hands came up around the Slytherin’s body, tentative.
They broke apart for a second, and Neville rubbed the cloth, “Wow, that’s…soft.”
“Yes. Now we could admire my fashion sense, or you could take them off and see how much sexier I am than my clothes,” Zabini commented.
“Um, just the uh, top, um, I suppose,” Neville replied, “I…it just wouldn’t seem right to you know…”
“Why?” Zabini asked.
“Well, first of all, it’s our first, um, whatever. And also all those people are laying there dead, and it’s just not right to you know, when they’re all there dead,” Neville explained.
“I respect that, but it would be called celebrating,” Zabini replied.
“Isn’t this celebrating?” Neville asked.
“Yes, I get a big brave sexy hero all to myself,” Zabini gave him a rather predatory look, all while playing with his hair, and it was making it hard to concentrate.
“Harry’s the hero,” Neville mumbled.
“He might be Ginny’s hero,” Zabini mouthed into Neville’s ear, “but I witnessed what you did this year, and you’re just as much a hero. And mine, which is even better.”
“You have a thing for heroes?”
“Just the sexy ones,” Zabini replied and kissed his way along Neville’s jaw. It made him nervous, the idea of doing anything, especially with someone as good looking as Blaise Zabini, but well, the Slytherin seemed a good deal more obsessed and rather determined than he felt. And it made him blush, but just…the way Zabini’s hands ran along his sides and back and tugged at his shirt…he felt sexy.
Neville began unbuttoning Zabini’s shirt, which was a good deal difficult. He gave up on it halfway down and tugged the thing off after loosening the tie. And he would have liked to just sit and look at the Slytherin, but his face was kept occupied, so he explored with his hands along the toned expanse. Somewhere along the way the bed either moved to meet them, or they moved to meet it. Zabini pulled off his shirt, and they collapsed onto it, hands all over each other.
No one had said kissing could be this hot, and Neville hadn’t felt harder in his life. Plus, occasionally as they rolled around, the friction between them was…just right. And Zabini was taking a nipple into his mouth when he felt it coming, and he just groaned, embarrassed, as he knew the other boy had to be able to feel it. But damn, it was…good. Sure it had been short, but that beat masturbation any day. He lay back with his eyes still closed and just breathed.
“Sorry,” he finally spoke.
Zabini ran a hand across his stomach, prompting Neville to open his eyes. A cat that just ate the cream couldn’t look more pleased. “What?” Neville asked for about the hundredth time.
“You look so beautiful when you come,” Zabini commented.
“You just…always look beautiful, Zabini,” Neville commented, blushing.
“Call me Blaise,” the other boy responded, “and I know.”
“Right, Blaise,” Neville repeated the name, to get it in his head.
They were silent for a few moments before Blaise spoke, “It’s okay if you don’t want to…follow through.”
“I, you, I mean I know I didn’t last long, but I’ll…I can last longer,” Neville tried to string a sentence together.
“That’s not what I meant,” Blaise continued, “I meant if you don’t want to deal with…being gay or even just with it being me, a Slytherin and with my mother and all. I would understand. But I want to know now before anything…more happens.”
“Oh, um,” Neville paused, “you really think that after standing up to Voldemort after Harry died or well whatever he did, I’m going to care what others say?”
“It’d be caring about your own side…”
“You idiot!” Neville exclaimed.
Blaise just grinned, “This is why I go for heroes.”
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Date: 2008-01-17 07:34 am (UTC)Ahhhhhh, ILUSOMUCHRIGHTNOW.
Plus, "Why would a bed be appropriate for talking?” Neville asked.
“Good question,” Zabini replied, eyeing Neville in a way he’d never been looked at before. But even Neville knew what that was. He wanted to – oh.
= made of win. Thank you for sating my Nev/Blaise addiction (at least for tonight xD)!!!
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Date: 2008-01-17 07:36 am (UTC)And I may have to check out more on this pairing. :P
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Date: 2008-01-17 08:05 am (UTC)That was so hot and yummy.
Thanks so much!:D
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Date: 2008-01-17 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-17 11:43 pm (UTC)