Gone

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Gone

Author: bleedingangel84

Beta: None

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Ridiculously sappy, sappy fluff with a slight touch of angst

Word Count: 365

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt # 28-”I put my trust in a never-ending road that leads to my door”; Neville Longbottom; Whispered Words

Notes: Blame the prompts for this random bit of sap. 365 unbetaed fluffy words. Hope you like it.

Summary: Draco and Harry play matchmaker for Neville and Blaise.

Gone

“Draco, why are we here?”

“We’re here, Blaise, because you’re a daft sod who won’t admit he wants his boyfriend back.”

“Neville isn’t my boyfriend anymore, Draco. And he’d never want me back, even if I somehow got the courage to ask him.”

“Blaise, please stop moping. Get pissed and go sing some Gloria Gaynor if you must, but I want my best friend back.”

“You’re the one who insisted on this Draco. I haven’t been in here since I came with Neville. We had our first date here. He sung me that song, something like—”

“I put my trust in a never-ending road that leads to my door.”

“Neville?! What are you doing here?!”

“I’m taking charge of my own happiness, Blaise. Draco is right y’know. You really are a daft sod. We had one big fight and you walked out.”

“I was quite sure you’d never forgive me.”

“I’d forgive you anything, Blaise. Just don’t leave me again.”

“If he does, I’ll be the one tying him to your bed, Longbottom. He was crying more than Pansy did when I made her sit through Titanic.”

“Thanks for bringing him here, Draco.”

“My pleasure, Neville. Now for Merlin’s sake, please don’t ever mention this again. At least let me pretend I haven’t gone soft.”

“Love looks good on you, Malfoy. You’re still as snarky as you ever were, though.”

“Thank Salazar for that! Harry would never let me hear the end of this good deed.”

“You’re a complete marshmallow, my love.”

“Harry! When did you get here?”

“I came with Neville. And you’re damn right I won’t let you forget this.”

“I knew it!”

“I’m treating you to the best sex you’ve ever had when we get home.”

“Potter, are you feeling well?”

“Yes, Draco. Seeing you play matchmaker for our friends is damn hot.”

“Potter, you demented little bugger. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Excuse me, gents. We are still here.”

“Kiss and make up already, won’t you?”

“I love you, Nev,” Blaise whispered.

“I love you, Blaise.”

“Yes, it’s a giant lovefest in here. Now go home and shag the pants off each other.”

“Thanks again, mates. Consider us gone.”