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adventdrabblesTitle: Just a Taste
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: Teen
Summary: Lily gives Professor Longbottom a box of his favorite sweets.
Neville's face lit up when he opened Lily's gift. "Frostbite Fangs?"
"You always sent them to me when I was a kid. Remember?"
"Yeah," he said, turning over the box. "They were my favorite when I was a kid. Little hard to find nowadays."
"I owl-ordered them."
It was the last Saturday before break, and Lily had managed to catch Neville in his real office. The one in Gryffindor Tower. The one that adjoined his chambers. Outside the window, specks of fallen snow danced this way and that on a giddy wind that couldn't decide which way to blow.
Neville was wearing the new red jumper. She wanted to crawl over his desk and ride him like a runaway hippogriff.
"I'm afraid I can't eat sweets like I used to," he said with a rueful smile. He opened the box. "Why don't you have one?"
A rush of wind rattled the windowpanes.
Lily took one of the long, tapered white fangs from the box and unwrapped it halfway down. "Want to live vicariously, is that it?"
Neville shifted in his seat. "Can you blame me?" he asked, very softly.
"Not at all."
It was more than she could have hoped for. Staring straight into his eyes, she slid her mouth down the fang and slowly pulled back, hollowing her cheeks. White heat stung her tongue, and with an uncontrollable giggle, she blew out a mouthful of frost.
Neville chuckled lightly.
Lily leaned over his desk, over the dirt-stained books with dried leaves sticking out as bookmarks, and offered him the fang. "Sure you don't want a taste?"
"No, I... I really shouldn't."
Lily touched the pointed tip to his bottom lip. "Just one little taste, Professor."
He took just the tip into his mouth, his jaw working as he swirled his tongue around it. He held the hot sugar in his mouth a long moment and then pursed his lips and exhaled. Lily leaned so close that frost dusted her face.
She shivered, imagining that frost on her nipples... on the inside of her knees....
Neville's lips were red and swollen from the charm, as she knew her own were. The fang rested forgotten in her hand as she leaned closer still. He didn't back away. His breath came short, his pupils widening.
"Just a taste," Lily whispered against his lips.
Another gust of wind whirred outside, and Neville scooted his chair back. He let out a long, slow breath.
"I think that's quite enough sugar for one day," he said, closing the box. "Thank you, Lily."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: Teen
Summary: Lily gives Professor Longbottom a box of his favorite sweets.
Neville's face lit up when he opened Lily's gift. "Frostbite Fangs?"
"You always sent them to me when I was a kid. Remember?"
"Yeah," he said, turning over the box. "They were my favorite when I was a kid. Little hard to find nowadays."
"I owl-ordered them."
It was the last Saturday before break, and Lily had managed to catch Neville in his real office. The one in Gryffindor Tower. The one that adjoined his chambers. Outside the window, specks of fallen snow danced this way and that on a giddy wind that couldn't decide which way to blow.
Neville was wearing the new red jumper. She wanted to crawl over his desk and ride him like a runaway hippogriff.
"I'm afraid I can't eat sweets like I used to," he said with a rueful smile. He opened the box. "Why don't you have one?"
A rush of wind rattled the windowpanes.
Lily took one of the long, tapered white fangs from the box and unwrapped it halfway down. "Want to live vicariously, is that it?"
Neville shifted in his seat. "Can you blame me?" he asked, very softly.
"Not at all."
It was more than she could have hoped for. Staring straight into his eyes, she slid her mouth down the fang and slowly pulled back, hollowing her cheeks. White heat stung her tongue, and with an uncontrollable giggle, she blew out a mouthful of frost.
Neville chuckled lightly.
Lily leaned over his desk, over the dirt-stained books with dried leaves sticking out as bookmarks, and offered him the fang. "Sure you don't want a taste?"
"No, I... I really shouldn't."
Lily touched the pointed tip to his bottom lip. "Just one little taste, Professor."
He took just the tip into his mouth, his jaw working as he swirled his tongue around it. He held the hot sugar in his mouth a long moment and then pursed his lips and exhaled. Lily leaned so close that frost dusted her face.
She shivered, imagining that frost on her nipples... on the inside of her knees....
Neville's lips were red and swollen from the charm, as she knew her own were. The fang rested forgotten in her hand as she leaned closer still. He didn't back away. His breath came short, his pupils widening.
"Just a taste," Lily whispered against his lips.
Another gust of wind whirred outside, and Neville scooted his chair back. He let out a long, slow breath.
"I think that's quite enough sugar for one day," he said, closing the box. "Thank you, Lily."
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Date: 2019-12-06 01:39 am (UTC)I'd be happy to be in the same zip code with Neville in that red sweater, whew.