People do naughty things in this! If you do not like it…do not read. Simples!

What Just Happened?

Chapter 1

Feelings are confusing I often think. One moment you feel a certain way for a person, then suddenly it changes. I realise we are on a slippery slope to self destruction and on the way we are gifted with precious moments of real happiness but it seems odd to me.

I used to hide my emotions, ask anyone who knew me before the war and even during and they would automatically say I was the most unfeeling bastard they knew. Except maybe for Snape.

But it hit me, blind. I can't even describe the moment. One second I was thinking about what I was going to throw together for dinner that night, the next I was wondering how amazing it would be to bury myself in him.

So to say love caught me unawares is an understatement.

But I flourished in his feelings, my whole body exploded into a mass of love, adoration and faith. Blind.

"Dray?" he said softly. "Do you love me?"

"Hmm, with everything I have Mr Potter."

"Okay," he said gently. He said nothing else but I didn't mind. It was his way. Oddly my love felt cheap around his. I would utter my feelings and shower him with them but his came at unexpected moments. Sweet and surprising, they felt passionate and dulled my sentiments.

But I tried. I would go on at length, involving everything I knew, hopelessly trying to make him understand that I wasn't lying. That it all came from me.

I remember the first thing Blaise said to me, when I told him the horrific truth.

All good things come to an end.

I laugh now, the idea is ridiculous. A good thing? No…

"Look Draco. It's been fun but…This isn't what I want…"

"What?"

"This, you and me. The whole guy on guy thing…It's weird."

"It wasn't weird last night! What the hell are you talking about?!"

"I wanted to give you a nice goodbye…"

"A nice goodbye…"

"Yeah…"

"A fucking "nice goodbye". God this is not happening."

"What?"

"Harry…I love you…"

"I'm sorry…I just can't help it. I like girls Draco…Not men…With all your hard bits. I dunno why I have done this to you. I think I was just confused."

"Confused? Our whole relationship has been based on confusement?"

"Confusement? Don't you mean confusion?"

"Get out!"

"What"

"Get the fuck out!"

And he ran, like a rat. An dirty and undesirable creature and for thirty seconds he was. Then it hit me, smack in the face with the force of hurricane winds. I stood like a statue, frozen in my kitchen, the mug he had used for coffee, his old hoodie I wore when I slept, the pile of books he had lent me in futile attempts to improve my knowledge of classic literature. All of it looked at me. Stared. Glared. Laughed.

Suddenly the pain became more real and gave me unmovable amounts of energy. I grabbed my jogging gear and suited up, stepping out into the blinding sunshine. It seemed too predictable. I was on the edge of destruction and the world seemed to be enjoying it.

It was late morning and a Sunday so I was surprised to see uncountable faces, smiling faces. Achingly happy.

I began to run.

The wind in my hair and the rhythm of my feet became soothing as I blocked out the thoughts of the conversation I had just had with Harry. It felt like the further I was from my flat, the further away I was from the reality. While running Harry did not exist but I didn't either, relief and repose flooded through my feet into the concrete below and for a while, it was pleasant.

Unfortunately, my feet were smarter than I had ever given them credit for and when I stopped, I was outside my apartment building. Just wishing for that peace for thirty more seconds.

A welcomed surprise was a familiar face in my apartment.

"Hi," Neville smiled shyly. We had became friends of sorts since Hogwarts. Our universities had been sited together, he did Herbology and I Potions so they both fed off each others specialties.

"I was not expecting you to be here, how did you get in?"

He blushed an interesting shade of pink when I asked and I found the sight…Intriguing.

"The door was open…I thought maybe you had been burgled or something…"

I laughed and nodded.

"Look…Harry told me what happened…" Neville said, stepping beside me and placing a rough, weathered hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Me? Great! Amazing. Never been better!" I said, my voice dying as I slide down the wall I was leaning against, to form a puddle of fabric and skin at the bottom.

"Aw Draco. Come here," Neville said softly, pulling me into his chest. It was firmer than I remember and his skin was burning through the t-shirt he wore. I pushed my face deep in his chest, wanting to burrow inside his warmth and become part of him. The way his arms wrapped round me, made me feel as though nothing could possibly reach me.

I turned my face to look at his. His smile was painstakingly beautiful, full of kindness and love. My chest felt tight and my head could not process thoughts properly so I followed my instincts and leant my head in so my lips were millimeters from his. I hovered there, waiting for a withdrawal but he kept his head still, his eyes open and sincere.

I could not say I was thankful as speech became impossible. So I gave him what he wanted and pressed my lips hard against his. He murmured my name into my mouth and opened himself completely for me. I had no self control, I was an animal in those moments.

I pushed myself on top of him, my kisses become more rushed and heated as he tried to slow things down, his hands carefully cupping my head as mine grabbed hungrily at his t-shirt.

"Draco…calm…"

I growled and took his lips once again.

"Draco…Is this what you want?"

"More than anything," I said, my voice deeper and more desperate than I intended.

But I got my point across as he pushed me into the floor. Whipping his wand calmly from his pocket, I gasped as he spelled our clothes off and grinned, pleased with himself.

"Wow! I didn't even know that!"

"Got a little better with my wand," he whispered in my ear. " A lot better actually."

He lay beside me. Spread out across my floor and I took this opportunity to glut my eyes on him.

Of course I had never seen Neville naked before but he was very different to what I thought. His skin, though pale, was healthy and warm looking and his stomach held the beginnings of a six-pack. His thighs resembled tree trunks and my hands longed to squeeze them, impressed by his masculinity.

I always thought Harry was the most attractive being I would ever see but Neville was stiff competition. Though Harry had strength he was slight and angular.

Neville made me want to become exactly what Harry hated, I wanted to be one…with a man. A gorgeous man who embodied the male stereotypes which woman looked for hopelessly. Here he lay, waiting on me, a caring, attractive and intelligent male. And here I was thinking about a half-woman, weak-hearted bastard. A noise rose in the back of my throat as lust became harder and harder to see through and I decided to become exactly what Harry hated about me.

A man, desperately wanting, and, desperately wanted, by a man.

I pressed my lips to his mouth, briefly, diverting my attention to all of his skin. I drew a path of soft kisses, down this neck and onto his chest. Tracing the thin line of hair which lead to somewhere all the more interesting.

I took my time, tracing small circles with my tongue on the inside of his thighs and giggling playfully as he took in a breath sharply, hissing through his teeth.

I looked up at him, his face was flushed and his eyes unfocused. He noticed me and mouthed "Please" and this time I was totally lost.

My lips shaped themselves around him as I took him into my mouth, another hiss made my blood pool and head to my centre. Hands gripped my head as fingers tangled themselves in my hair, gently he guided my head up and down, his groans becoming louder and higher pitched.

Suddenly he pulled my head away from him and mashed his lips against mine. His arms holding me tightly to his sticky skin.

"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you Draco."

I could feel his fingertips dance lightly down my back to my entrance. This was not the way things normally happened but I allowed it, I wanted something different from what I experienced with…him.

The pain I expected never came and feelings from deep within my groin rose and made me squeal.

"How did you do that?" I panted.

"I pretty damn handy with a wand these days," he smiled, pushing his fingers deeper inside me.

I moaned again and he became breathless.

"Draco, you ready?"

I nodded. I moved onto all fours but he pushed me onto my back.

"I'm going to look at you."

This tightened my insides even more and my head was blurred. I could not think or see him. All I could do was breathe and quiver with excitement and pleasure.

He placed himself at my enterance and looked at me questioningly, I nodded agreement and had no time before it exploded.

My head threw back and hit my wooden floors but I didn't notice. I could feel nothing except intense pleasure.

He smiled weakly, his face strained with trying to keep it slow. I stabbed the side of his leg with my foot, begging him to increase his pace. He read my sign perfectly and thurst into me wonderfully.

I have no idea how long we were like that, hours, minutes or seconds but I knew it was one of the best experiences of my life. I did not need to think about anything, not about Harry or even about Neville. It was all about me.

Finally his rhythm was lost and he became erratic. I knew he was almost there when he grabbed me roughly and moved at a speed which would have hurt under any other circumstance. The sweet seconds when I was absorbed in Neville's appearance, brought my climax even quicker and I almost yelped in delight, my whole body shuddering.

I had been consumed with my own pleasure and only knew Neville had came when he pulled out and stretched beside me. Panting.

He looped his arm around my waist and nuzzled his nose into the gap between my shoulder and neck.

"Oh gods, Draco you are so beautiful. That was amazing. I have a secret to tell you…" he whispered into my damp skin.

I turned to face him.

"I love you…"

And my heart sunk. Guilt flooded through me and I had a sudden urge to cry. I was doing to Neville what he was doing to me. And I couldn't be more sorry.

I think I may have made Neville a little OOC (okay a lot) but I guess that's the fun of fan fiction. Hope you enjoyed it. I liked writing. I will keep updating but I have very important exams coming up so they are going to slow a little, I am trying to do as much as I can while I have time to spare.

This is a challenge of sorts from a friend but she doesn't really write Harry Potter so this should be interesting for you. I hope she enjoyed it especially.