“Oh god, this is wrong.” Neville insisted, voice shaking. “This is so so so wrong.”
“Shurrup,” Draco mumbled against the skin of Neville’s neck. He pulled an inch of Neville’s skin between his teeth and sucked lightly. Neville knees threatened to buckle under him.
“You’re… you’re a Slytherin.” He groaned, Draco’s hands grabbing at his sides. “You
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