Disgustingly in Love
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Title: Disgustingly in Love
Author:
bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Blaise/Neville, Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 358-Zabini, Zealous, Zoo
Notes: I blame this one entirely on the prompts this week. I hope readers enjoy my little offering.
Summary: Blaise and Draco are disgustingly in love with their Gryffindors.
“So, Blaise. You and Neville are going to open a combination zoo and botanical garden?”
“That’s the plan, yes. Why?”
“It just really doesn’t seem like your type of thing. I always knew Longbottom had a somewhat zealous interest in Herbology, but I didn’t know you had any great love for animal preservation.”
“I wanted to do something constructive after the war, and I wanted to be closer to Neville. That seemed the best way to achieve both of those goals.”
“Ah, I see. It isn’t the animals you have any great love for, it’s Longbottom. Not that I can blame you. The man grew up very well.”
“Hey! Enough of that. You have your own man, Malfoy. Keep your claws out of mine.”
“Oh, temper, temper. Feeling possessive are we? I’m just saying, Longbottom is a fine figure of a man these days. I’m not sure how you got so lucky.”
“This from the man who won the love lottery. Potter worships the ground you walk on.”
“We didn’t do too badly for a pair of Slytherins, did we?”
“Much as it pains me to say so, I agree with you. Where is Potter, anyhow? Aren’t the two of you usually joined at the hip and looking disgustingly happy?”
“Granger called him early this morning. Weasley is apparently away on assignment with the Aurors, and Granger went into contractions early. Harry was her back-up birthing coach. I swear, Weasley women, whether by birth or marriage, are entirely too fertile for my taste.”
“Is Granger okay?”
“Oh yes. Granger is fine, and so is the little one, but Harry is still with her. He didn’t want her to be alone. I’ll let Harry know you were pining for him.”
“Malfoy, must you be such a prat?”
“It takes one to know one, Zabini. I’m sure I don’t know what Longbottom sees in you.”
“I’m rather fond of his smile. And he has a wicked arse.”
“Neville! When did you get here?” Blaise asked.
“Just arrived. I heard you two out here,” he said, leaning in for a soft kiss.
“Oh, get a room.”
“Now you know how we’ve felt for years seeing you and Potter.”
Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Beta: None
Pairing: Blaise/Neville, Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Notes: I blame this one entirely on the prompts this week. I hope readers enjoy my little offering.
Summary: Blaise and Draco are disgustingly in love with their Gryffindors.
“So, Blaise. You and Neville are going to open a combination zoo and botanical garden?”
“That’s the plan, yes. Why?”
“It just really doesn’t seem like your type of thing. I always knew Longbottom had a somewhat zealous interest in Herbology, but I didn’t know you had any great love for animal preservation.”
“I wanted to do something constructive after the war, and I wanted to be closer to Neville. That seemed the best way to achieve both of those goals.”
“Ah, I see. It isn’t the animals you have any great love for, it’s Longbottom. Not that I can blame you. The man grew up very well.”
“Hey! Enough of that. You have your own man, Malfoy. Keep your claws out of mine.”
“Oh, temper, temper. Feeling possessive are we? I’m just saying, Longbottom is a fine figure of a man these days. I’m not sure how you got so lucky.”
“This from the man who won the love lottery. Potter worships the ground you walk on.”
“We didn’t do too badly for a pair of Slytherins, did we?”
“Much as it pains me to say so, I agree with you. Where is Potter, anyhow? Aren’t the two of you usually joined at the hip and looking disgustingly happy?”
“Granger called him early this morning. Weasley is apparently away on assignment with the Aurors, and Granger went into contractions early. Harry was her back-up birthing coach. I swear, Weasley women, whether by birth or marriage, are entirely too fertile for my taste.”
“Is Granger okay?”
“Oh yes. Granger is fine, and so is the little one, but Harry is still with her. He didn’t want her to be alone. I’ll let Harry know you were pining for him.”
“Malfoy, must you be such a prat?”
“It takes one to know one, Zabini. I’m sure I don’t know what Longbottom sees in you.”
“I’m rather fond of his smile. And he has a wicked arse.”
“Neville! When did you get here?” Blaise asked.
“Just arrived. I heard you two out here,” he said, leaning in for a soft kiss.
“Oh, get a room.”
“Now you know how we’ve felt for years seeing you and Potter.”