Closet
Title: Closet
Author: Deviantfics
Matches: Neville Longbottom/Ron Weasley
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content
Disclaimer: All involved characters and settings are property of JK Rowling, the rest is mine.
Setting: Hogwarts, 3rd year.
Warnings: Chan (aka underage characters)
Closet
The curtains above Ron's bed fluttered slightly in a breeze from the open door and drafty windows of his dormatory room. He sighed heavily, trying to think of something to do with himself. As far as he was concerned, it was absolutely unfair that Harry was in the library with Hermione instead of finding an adventure with him. Ron wasn't about to go down there and forgive Hermione just so he'd have something to do though. To make matters worse, Fred and George were working on an experiment somewhere and wouldn't let Ron join them. Even Seamus and Dean were busy, doing detention for blowing up a statue in the hallway the previous week.
Ron had just pushed himself up off the bed to grudgingly pull out a book to study when Neville appeared in the doorway.
"Uh... Ron... have you seen Trevor?" he asked, coming into the room and peering under Seamus's bed.
"Not lately... but... I'll help you look. Let's just hope Crookshanks didn't eat him too." Ron grumbled. At least helping Neville look for his toad was a slightly more entertaining prospect than this Divination homework. "Where have you looked already?"
"Well... the toilets, and the first and second years' rooms. But I found him in the 5th years rooms once, so let's go there next," Neville suggested. They immediately headed off towards that dorm. Once they arrived, Ron started looking through Fred and George's things, which were strewn all over about half the room. Among the books, robes, and half-finished experiments there were no toads to be found. Ron began to close Fred's trunk, as Neville headed for the doorway, when a small potion bottle got in the way. It broke, splashing a translucent blue potion all over Ron's robes, face, and hands.
Luckiy, the potion didn't cause any boils or rashes to spread immediately, and Ron didn't even start to grow fur or horns. Considering himself fortunate, Ron ran off to the toilets, with Neville trailing behind him, to wash up, then back to their own dorm to change his robes.
"Luckily that wasn't the screwed up shrinking potion I made last week," Neville commented. "Did you see what happened to Seamus?"
Ron nodded, looking himself over. Seamus' ears had turned purple and leathery, and it had taken Madam Pomphrey two days to change them back. Ron looked himself over carefully in a long mirror near his bed. Luckily his ears, toes, and shoulders were still quite normal, so they left the dormatory again, this time to head into the common room, and out the portrait hole.
"I think he might have tried to go outside," Neville said. "He made it to the Great Hall last week... but I think that might have been Malfoy having a go at me. I can never tell."
No sooner did the two boys get half way down the first set of stairs before Ron felt he didn't want to look for Neville's toad anymore. The urge to be alone can set in at any time with boys of 13 years, and Ron found his mind racing off to subjects he usually only let it go when he was by himself. The breasts of the witch in the painting over the landing were rather alluring for example. She saw him noticing and winked at him just as Neville turned around.
"Do you think he may have gone that way?" Neville asked. It took Ron a long moment to remember that they were looking for Trevor. Neville was pointing down a darker side corridor, and Ron nodded stupidly.
"Yeah, maybe," he replied, blushing slightly. He glanced back once at the portrait as they turned the corner, and his mind stayed on the subject of breasts for at least a few more steps. He wondered to himself what they'd feel like in his hands.
"Maybe in here. Lumos." Neville muttered, raising his wand, and leading Ron into a small closet. The spell failed, and Neville tried again, flicking his wand above his head in the darkness of the large closet. "Lumos!"
The tip of his wand flared, yes, but the door behind Ron closed as well, knocking Ron's bottom in it's urgency to shut itself. In the moment of light Ron could see that the closet was used to store a variety of pillows, which made sense. The transfiguration room was nearby, and the second year classes were transfiguring pillows into picture frames this time of year.
"Lumos," Ron uttered, his own wand out by now. He turned to the door, and tried it, but it was securely locked. "Alohamora," he tried, but still it didn't budge.
"Let me try," Neville offered. Ron sat down on a large green velvet pillow, relaxing. If Neville was going to try, he could sit for a moment. Neville wasn't likely to get them out of there quickly. That was too bad, really, since Ron had hoped to return to the dormitory for a wank or two before Seamus and Dean came back. His body was still reacting strongly to the image of the woman over the landing.
Neville tried a few spells on the doorknob, with his back to Ron. They didn't unlock the door, but they did send off a few sparks. Ron watched as Neville began to get frustrated. From behind, Ron could see that Neville's hips moved a lot when he was frustrated. It was sort of nice to watch, really. Neville turned around a few moments later, but Ron's eyes seemed fixed to his hips.
"Hey Ron, any ideas? I don't think Trevor's in here. Should we blast the door off?" Neville asked. Ron forced his eyes upward to the other boy's face.
"Um... no. We'd get in trouble for sure. Why don't you relax for a few minutes? Someone will find Trevor I'm sure. They always do. The pillows are comfortable." Ron said. It was true, a closet full of pillows was an awfully nice place to get locked in, if it had to happen. Ron sure wished it could have happened when he was alone instead though.
Neville flopped down on a pile of smaller pillows next to Ron, so close that their shoulders touched. There really wasn't very much room in there, now that Ron looked around in the dim light of his wand. Strangely enough though, that didn't seem to bother him. Neville's body next to him wasn't uncomfortable, and he didn't feel cramped. His dick hardened further though, so much now that it was getting rather uncomfortable. Why wasn't it behaving?
"So..." Ron began, trying desperately to turn his mind back to something that didn't involve how close Neville was sitting to him... or the pictures in the hallway... or how Hermione had been so mean to him. Why did that suddenly feel like a good thing?
Hermione... she was starting to grow up a bit really. He'd noticed her hips were broadening out a little this year. He wondered if girls wank off too, in the dark quiet of their four poster beds in the next dormatory. Did they think about boys while they did it, and what it would be like to touch boys?
Then's Ron mind moved quickly from girls to boys. What did the dicks of the other boys in his dorm look like now? His had grown a bit this year, had Harry's?
Neville was still sitting closely next to Ron, waiting for him to continue talking, but nothing was coming from his friend's mouth.
"Ron, are you okay?" Neville asked. Ron looked at him then, as if noticing him for the first time.
"Oh? Oh... yeah... I'm okay... just... um... how're we gonna get out of here?"
"I'm sure someone will find us... You said just a moment ago that it was no big deal, and the pillows are comfortable. Are you sure you're okay? You're sort of... pale."
In fact, Ron was starting to sweat just a little.
"I'm... Neville... do you ever think about girls?" Ron asked bluntly. He'd intended to say something else, anything else, but the words seemed to tumble out by themselves. His mind began to clear some, now that he was talking about what he was thinking. Like suddenly understanding a charm, his mind began to focus.
Neville blushed. "Girls? Not so much. Not a lot I mean. Do you?"
"Yeah. I mean... Percy has a girlfriend now, you know? I wonder what he does with her."
"I... don't think about girls much Ron. I think I'm not... um... normal." Neville confessed. "I mean... I know I'm not normal. Of course. I've never really fit in around here, but... Well, you won't tell anyone right?"
"Sure... I won't tell anyone anything," Ron promised, suddenly feeling good that Neville trusted him. It felt... intimate to be trusted with Neville's feelings.
"Well... I think about boys usually," Neville confessed. He blushed deeper now, and turned to face Ron so that their knees were touching instead of their shoulders. Ron found himself missing the contact.
"Boys... that's not so bad. I... I mean, boys can be good too," Ron heard himself saying. Ron, stop! he tried to tell himself, but the words kept coming. "I mean, if girls like guys, then there must be something worth looking at about guys. I wonder too... I mean... what other boys look like under their robes. I bet Harry knows because of Quidditch..."
"Really? Wow... I thought I was crazy," Neville said, and a look of relief crossed his face. Ron smiled, moving closer to Neville. If Neville liked boys, then maybe he wouldn't mind too much if Ron kissed him. The impulse came before the thought, and it was already happening before Ron's brain caught up.
Then their lips were together, and Ron put his hands on Neville's shoulders so he wouldn't pull away. It felt so nice to kiss someone, anyone right then, and he explored Neville's lips with his tongue just like he had in his fantasies about the 7th year girls. Suprisingly enough, Neville kissed back, and his hands went to Ron's chest to unclasp his robes.
Together they rolled onto their sides on the pile of pillows, their lips still locked as tightly as the closet door. Neville's hands stayed on Ron's chest, but didn't move. Ron pulled his arms free, and used one to hold his friend close to him, so their whole bodies touched. Ron was suprised to notice that he wasn't the only one who's dick was hard.
Ron's wand fell onto a green cotton pillow, but stayed lit, sending the whole closet into a very dim light. Ron didn't care. There were lips against his, a body against his, and that body wasn't leaving.
But eventually the round boy pulled away.
"What... do boys do with each other?" Neville asked. Ron shrugged. Did it matter, as long as somehow they both got off in the end?
"Same thing as we do with ourselves I suppose," Ron suggested.
And the brown haired boy went back to kissing him, so Ron let his hands begin to wander. He pulled both of their robes out of the way, and let one hand rest against Neville's butt. It was firm and round, smaller than Ron had imagined butts to feel, but nice.
Ron's other hand found the hem of his friend's shirt, and he began to run his hand up Neville's chest. His round fat of childhood had just begun to give way to muscle, and the flesh under his shirt was smooth and soft, and Neville's chest moved as his arms ran gently over Ron's body. Ron felt himself push his hips forward, grinding his own hard-on against Neville's by instinct. It felt so good to have someone so close, and body heat against his groin.
As Neville pulled away from the kiss again, Ron moaned slightly. He didn't want to stop... it hurt to stop. He felt as if his body was going to explode with pressure and need as soon as they weren't close anymore.
"No... don't go..." he gasped.
"Ron, are you okay?" Neville asked. He looked genuinely concerned, but his hands crept slowly under Ron's shirt, feeling the smooth skin of his chest.
"I need to... finish... I need it now. I want it so bad it hurts!" Ron moaned. This wasn't so much fun anymore, now that Neville's body wasn't hard against his.
"Ron, do you think that potion did something to you? I would bet Fred and George have something like that, a potion that would make you all... um... horny."
That made sense, but it didn't make Ron's lust go away.
"Yeah... I bet... please Neville!" At Ron's begging, Neville's hands dutifully unbuttoned the fly on Ron's pants, and he pulled Ron's hard dick out of his pants. Ron reached for Neville's too... he wanted both of them out, and near each other. Soon they were both freed, and Ron realized that boys did not, in fact, all grow at the same pace. Neville's dick was easily twice as big as his own. Ron pushed back the foreskin, running his finger across the head of his friend's large dick, as Neville's hand began to run up and down the length of Ron's. It felt better than flying, and Ron barely heard himself crying out. His hand copied Neville's movements, pulling firmly on his friend's hard dick. Ron's hips jerked upward, pushing into the motions of Neville's hand, and his eyes shut tightly.
Eventually, Ron had to stop playing with Neville's dick, and he simply gripped two of the pillows to the sides of him, his fists white-knuckled. The light on his wand flared brightly, then went out entirely, and a few pillows spilled off the pile near them. He shouted as he came, spilling his orgasm onto a large black satin pillow.
It only took a few minutes for Ron to catch his breath, before turning his attention back to Neville's dick, which was still large and pointing towards him.
"Thank you..." Ron mumbled, his hands returning to his friend. "That felt... wonderful."
"And... so does that... oh... please don't stop," the brown haired boy gasped. Ron knew just how he felt, so he did not stop stroking until Neville's own come mixed with his on the black pillow between them, and Neville cried out Ron's name into the darkness.
Author: Deviantfics
Matches: Neville Longbottom/Ron Weasley
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content
Disclaimer: All involved characters and settings are property of JK Rowling, the rest is mine.
Setting: Hogwarts, 3rd year.
Warnings: Chan (aka underage characters)
Closet
The curtains above Ron's bed fluttered slightly in a breeze from the open door and drafty windows of his dormatory room. He sighed heavily, trying to think of something to do with himself. As far as he was concerned, it was absolutely unfair that Harry was in the library with Hermione instead of finding an adventure with him. Ron wasn't about to go down there and forgive Hermione just so he'd have something to do though. To make matters worse, Fred and George were working on an experiment somewhere and wouldn't let Ron join them. Even Seamus and Dean were busy, doing detention for blowing up a statue in the hallway the previous week.
Ron had just pushed himself up off the bed to grudgingly pull out a book to study when Neville appeared in the doorway.
"Uh... Ron... have you seen Trevor?" he asked, coming into the room and peering under Seamus's bed.
"Not lately... but... I'll help you look. Let's just hope Crookshanks didn't eat him too." Ron grumbled. At least helping Neville look for his toad was a slightly more entertaining prospect than this Divination homework. "Where have you looked already?"
"Well... the toilets, and the first and second years' rooms. But I found him in the 5th years rooms once, so let's go there next," Neville suggested. They immediately headed off towards that dorm. Once they arrived, Ron started looking through Fred and George's things, which were strewn all over about half the room. Among the books, robes, and half-finished experiments there were no toads to be found. Ron began to close Fred's trunk, as Neville headed for the doorway, when a small potion bottle got in the way. It broke, splashing a translucent blue potion all over Ron's robes, face, and hands.
Luckiy, the potion didn't cause any boils or rashes to spread immediately, and Ron didn't even start to grow fur or horns. Considering himself fortunate, Ron ran off to the toilets, with Neville trailing behind him, to wash up, then back to their own dorm to change his robes.
"Luckily that wasn't the screwed up shrinking potion I made last week," Neville commented. "Did you see what happened to Seamus?"
Ron nodded, looking himself over. Seamus' ears had turned purple and leathery, and it had taken Madam Pomphrey two days to change them back. Ron looked himself over carefully in a long mirror near his bed. Luckily his ears, toes, and shoulders were still quite normal, so they left the dormatory again, this time to head into the common room, and out the portrait hole.
"I think he might have tried to go outside," Neville said. "He made it to the Great Hall last week... but I think that might have been Malfoy having a go at me. I can never tell."
No sooner did the two boys get half way down the first set of stairs before Ron felt he didn't want to look for Neville's toad anymore. The urge to be alone can set in at any time with boys of 13 years, and Ron found his mind racing off to subjects he usually only let it go when he was by himself. The breasts of the witch in the painting over the landing were rather alluring for example. She saw him noticing and winked at him just as Neville turned around.
"Do you think he may have gone that way?" Neville asked. It took Ron a long moment to remember that they were looking for Trevor. Neville was pointing down a darker side corridor, and Ron nodded stupidly.
"Yeah, maybe," he replied, blushing slightly. He glanced back once at the portrait as they turned the corner, and his mind stayed on the subject of breasts for at least a few more steps. He wondered to himself what they'd feel like in his hands.
"Maybe in here. Lumos." Neville muttered, raising his wand, and leading Ron into a small closet. The spell failed, and Neville tried again, flicking his wand above his head in the darkness of the large closet. "Lumos!"
The tip of his wand flared, yes, but the door behind Ron closed as well, knocking Ron's bottom in it's urgency to shut itself. In the moment of light Ron could see that the closet was used to store a variety of pillows, which made sense. The transfiguration room was nearby, and the second year classes were transfiguring pillows into picture frames this time of year.
"Lumos," Ron uttered, his own wand out by now. He turned to the door, and tried it, but it was securely locked. "Alohamora," he tried, but still it didn't budge.
"Let me try," Neville offered. Ron sat down on a large green velvet pillow, relaxing. If Neville was going to try, he could sit for a moment. Neville wasn't likely to get them out of there quickly. That was too bad, really, since Ron had hoped to return to the dormitory for a wank or two before Seamus and Dean came back. His body was still reacting strongly to the image of the woman over the landing.
Neville tried a few spells on the doorknob, with his back to Ron. They didn't unlock the door, but they did send off a few sparks. Ron watched as Neville began to get frustrated. From behind, Ron could see that Neville's hips moved a lot when he was frustrated. It was sort of nice to watch, really. Neville turned around a few moments later, but Ron's eyes seemed fixed to his hips.
"Hey Ron, any ideas? I don't think Trevor's in here. Should we blast the door off?" Neville asked. Ron forced his eyes upward to the other boy's face.
"Um... no. We'd get in trouble for sure. Why don't you relax for a few minutes? Someone will find Trevor I'm sure. They always do. The pillows are comfortable." Ron said. It was true, a closet full of pillows was an awfully nice place to get locked in, if it had to happen. Ron sure wished it could have happened when he was alone instead though.
Neville flopped down on a pile of smaller pillows next to Ron, so close that their shoulders touched. There really wasn't very much room in there, now that Ron looked around in the dim light of his wand. Strangely enough though, that didn't seem to bother him. Neville's body next to him wasn't uncomfortable, and he didn't feel cramped. His dick hardened further though, so much now that it was getting rather uncomfortable. Why wasn't it behaving?
"So..." Ron began, trying desperately to turn his mind back to something that didn't involve how close Neville was sitting to him... or the pictures in the hallway... or how Hermione had been so mean to him. Why did that suddenly feel like a good thing?
Hermione... she was starting to grow up a bit really. He'd noticed her hips were broadening out a little this year. He wondered if girls wank off too, in the dark quiet of their four poster beds in the next dormatory. Did they think about boys while they did it, and what it would be like to touch boys?
Then's Ron mind moved quickly from girls to boys. What did the dicks of the other boys in his dorm look like now? His had grown a bit this year, had Harry's?
Neville was still sitting closely next to Ron, waiting for him to continue talking, but nothing was coming from his friend's mouth.
"Ron, are you okay?" Neville asked. Ron looked at him then, as if noticing him for the first time.
"Oh? Oh... yeah... I'm okay... just... um... how're we gonna get out of here?"
"I'm sure someone will find us... You said just a moment ago that it was no big deal, and the pillows are comfortable. Are you sure you're okay? You're sort of... pale."
In fact, Ron was starting to sweat just a little.
"I'm... Neville... do you ever think about girls?" Ron asked bluntly. He'd intended to say something else, anything else, but the words seemed to tumble out by themselves. His mind began to clear some, now that he was talking about what he was thinking. Like suddenly understanding a charm, his mind began to focus.
Neville blushed. "Girls? Not so much. Not a lot I mean. Do you?"
"Yeah. I mean... Percy has a girlfriend now, you know? I wonder what he does with her."
"I... don't think about girls much Ron. I think I'm not... um... normal." Neville confessed. "I mean... I know I'm not normal. Of course. I've never really fit in around here, but... Well, you won't tell anyone right?"
"Sure... I won't tell anyone anything," Ron promised, suddenly feeling good that Neville trusted him. It felt... intimate to be trusted with Neville's feelings.
"Well... I think about boys usually," Neville confessed. He blushed deeper now, and turned to face Ron so that their knees were touching instead of their shoulders. Ron found himself missing the contact.
"Boys... that's not so bad. I... I mean, boys can be good too," Ron heard himself saying. Ron, stop! he tried to tell himself, but the words kept coming. "I mean, if girls like guys, then there must be something worth looking at about guys. I wonder too... I mean... what other boys look like under their robes. I bet Harry knows because of Quidditch..."
"Really? Wow... I thought I was crazy," Neville said, and a look of relief crossed his face. Ron smiled, moving closer to Neville. If Neville liked boys, then maybe he wouldn't mind too much if Ron kissed him. The impulse came before the thought, and it was already happening before Ron's brain caught up.
Then their lips were together, and Ron put his hands on Neville's shoulders so he wouldn't pull away. It felt so nice to kiss someone, anyone right then, and he explored Neville's lips with his tongue just like he had in his fantasies about the 7th year girls. Suprisingly enough, Neville kissed back, and his hands went to Ron's chest to unclasp his robes.
Together they rolled onto their sides on the pile of pillows, their lips still locked as tightly as the closet door. Neville's hands stayed on Ron's chest, but didn't move. Ron pulled his arms free, and used one to hold his friend close to him, so their whole bodies touched. Ron was suprised to notice that he wasn't the only one who's dick was hard.
Ron's wand fell onto a green cotton pillow, but stayed lit, sending the whole closet into a very dim light. Ron didn't care. There were lips against his, a body against his, and that body wasn't leaving.
But eventually the round boy pulled away.
"What... do boys do with each other?" Neville asked. Ron shrugged. Did it matter, as long as somehow they both got off in the end?
"Same thing as we do with ourselves I suppose," Ron suggested.
And the brown haired boy went back to kissing him, so Ron let his hands begin to wander. He pulled both of their robes out of the way, and let one hand rest against Neville's butt. It was firm and round, smaller than Ron had imagined butts to feel, but nice.
Ron's other hand found the hem of his friend's shirt, and he began to run his hand up Neville's chest. His round fat of childhood had just begun to give way to muscle, and the flesh under his shirt was smooth and soft, and Neville's chest moved as his arms ran gently over Ron's body. Ron felt himself push his hips forward, grinding his own hard-on against Neville's by instinct. It felt so good to have someone so close, and body heat against his groin.
As Neville pulled away from the kiss again, Ron moaned slightly. He didn't want to stop... it hurt to stop. He felt as if his body was going to explode with pressure and need as soon as they weren't close anymore.
"No... don't go..." he gasped.
"Ron, are you okay?" Neville asked. He looked genuinely concerned, but his hands crept slowly under Ron's shirt, feeling the smooth skin of his chest.
"I need to... finish... I need it now. I want it so bad it hurts!" Ron moaned. This wasn't so much fun anymore, now that Neville's body wasn't hard against his.
"Ron, do you think that potion did something to you? I would bet Fred and George have something like that, a potion that would make you all... um... horny."
That made sense, but it didn't make Ron's lust go away.
"Yeah... I bet... please Neville!" At Ron's begging, Neville's hands dutifully unbuttoned the fly on Ron's pants, and he pulled Ron's hard dick out of his pants. Ron reached for Neville's too... he wanted both of them out, and near each other. Soon they were both freed, and Ron realized that boys did not, in fact, all grow at the same pace. Neville's dick was easily twice as big as his own. Ron pushed back the foreskin, running his finger across the head of his friend's large dick, as Neville's hand began to run up and down the length of Ron's. It felt better than flying, and Ron barely heard himself crying out. His hand copied Neville's movements, pulling firmly on his friend's hard dick. Ron's hips jerked upward, pushing into the motions of Neville's hand, and his eyes shut tightly.
Eventually, Ron had to stop playing with Neville's dick, and he simply gripped two of the pillows to the sides of him, his fists white-knuckled. The light on his wand flared brightly, then went out entirely, and a few pillows spilled off the pile near them. He shouted as he came, spilling his orgasm onto a large black satin pillow.
It only took a few minutes for Ron to catch his breath, before turning his attention back to Neville's dick, which was still large and pointing towards him.
"Thank you..." Ron mumbled, his hands returning to his friend. "That felt... wonderful."
"And... so does that... oh... please don't stop," the brown haired boy gasped. Ron knew just how he felt, so he did not stop stroking until Neville's own come mixed with his on the black pillow between them, and Neville cried out Ron's name into the darkness.