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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Other(s)
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Other_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time
  Collections:
      Ink_Stained_Fingers
  Stats:
      Published: 2003-10-12 Words: 1010
****** The Cat and the Ferret ******
by Breslin [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     Warnings: Underage, Dubious Consent.
     Summary: How far will Neville go to keep his gruesome deed a secret?
     Note: This fic is a stand-alone, but Out Of The Bag can be considered
     a sequel.
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
     the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an
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     Author's notes: This fic is part of the ’Gardeners Delight’ Neville
     Fuh-Q-Fest http://groups.yahoo.com/group/gardenersdelightslash/.
The Cat and the Ferret




  THE CAT AND THE FERRET
  "Oh no," Neville whispered in horror. "Oh no. Mrs. Norris. I didn't mean to.
  I was just... practicing."
  The cat made no indication of having heard him. It made no indication of
  being able to hear anything. It looked quite...
  "Dead," Neville whispered, jerking back his hand from the mangled fur. "Oh
  no. No, no, no, no."
  The cat was dead indeed.
  Neville wrung his hands helplessly. What could he do? Run for help?
  No, there was no point now.
  Expelled. That's what he'd be. Expelled.
  He looked around in desperation. Maybe he could just run. Just run. No one
  would know!
  His eyes locked on two glowing red ones peering around the corner.
  The creature poked its head further out, craning its long, sleek neck.
  A ferret.
  A white ferret.
  Neville leaped into action. No way was Malfoy's damn ferret going to get him
  expelled!
  The ferret saw him charging and scrambled down the corridor, its sharp claws
  clicking on the polished marble.
  Neville followed in pursuit, huffing from exertion and anger.
  Down the corridor they ran, knocking down a mop and sending a bucket of soapy
  water flying.
  Ahead of him the ferret rounded a corner, its back legs skidding. And
  Neville...
  Careened straight into Malfoy.
  Malfoy picked himself up off the floor, brushing his robes off exaggeratedly.
  "Longbottom, why are you chasing Adonis?"
  Neville tried to peer around him to see where the ferret had gone. He was
  still too angry for nervousness and fear to hit him, despite having realized
  he was trapped with Malfoy in an unfamiliar part of the dungeons.
  "None of your business," he said shortly.
  Malfoy's gray eyes flashed. "Really? I suppose Mrs. Norris is not my business
  either?"
  Neville froze. He stared at Malfoy.
  "What are you talking about?"
  "Mrs. Norris," Malfoy repeated with a cruel smirk, "lying dead and cold..."
  He let his voice trail off.
  Neville got the message.
  "What do you want, Malfoy?" he asked, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
  Malfoy rubbed his hands together gleefully. The look on his face made Neville
  ill to his stomach.
  "Follow me," Malfoy said, turning on his heel.
  Neville saw no choice but to follow. He couldn't begin to guess what Malfoy
  would do to him; he only knew it would be something terrible.
  "In here," Malfoy said, motioning Neville through a door.
  Neville peered cautiously into room, but Malfoy pushed him roughly inside.
  The door slammed.
  For a terrifying second, Neville thought Malfoy had locked him in, and was
  going to leave him in the pitch black crypt. Anything, even Malfoy's company,
  seemed better than that!
  But from behind him came a soft " Lumos ," and dim yellow light illuminated
  the room.
 Not a room. A broom closet by the looks of it. There was a shelf with dust
  rags, a bucket in the corner, and a hard bench against the wall.
  Neville turned to face Malfoy.
  "Why did you--"
  "Be quiet," Malfoy sneered. With the glowing wand under his chin, his face
  looked eerie and evil.
  "What do you want?" Neville asked in a lower voice.
  Malfoy smiled. Neville didn't take that as a good sign. Anything that made
  Malfoy smile was unlikely to be good.
  "I want what Finnigan got."
  Neville paled.
  "Is it true what people are saying, Longbottom?" Malfoy smirked. "I bet it
  is. I bet you--"
  "Shut up," Neville said tensely.
  Malfoy's eyes narrowed into an ugly glare.
  "Perhaps, then, I'll go to Professor Snape. He and Filch are fine friends.
  We'll see how fast you find yourself out on your bum."
  Neville clenched and unclenched his fists. He wanted to throttle Malfoy, but
  Malfoy had him right where he wanted him. Defeated, he said nothing.
  "We understand each other, then?" Malfoy asked.
  "Perfectly," Neville said through gritted teeth.
  "Right then." Malfoy pushed past him and sat down, leaning against the wall.
  "Get to it."
  Neville took several deep breaths to suppress his anger and revulsion.
  He dropped to his knees on the gritty, dirty floor, keeping his eyes on the
  ground. He didn't want to see the smug look on Malfoy's face.
  Malfoy had unbuttoned his trousers, but Neville had to tug them down. Malfoy
  only smirked at his efforts.
  He cursed Seamus for the thousandth time since the previous week. One time;
  his first time, and it was all over school for the likes of Malfoy to
  ridicule.
  With disgust, he forced Malfoy's half-hard cock into his mouth.
  Instantly, Malfoy was rock hard and eager. He grabbed Neville by the hair and
  forced his head further down.
  Despite his lack of experience, Neville knew he wasn't disappointing Malfoy.
  Malfoy's hips thrust rhythmically, and he made no effort to contain gasps and
  moans of pleasure.
  Neville sucked, lapping his tongue against the underside of Malfoy's prick.
  The sooner this was over, the sooner he could get to a bathroom and clean out
  his mouth.
  With soap, he added grimly.
  Malfoy didn't last long. With a last hard thrust he arched his back and
  emptied into Neville's mouth.
  Gagging, Neville wiped the sticky fluid off his face with the cuff of his
  robes.
  Malfoy had collapsed on the bench, eyes closed.
  Neville stood up, brushing off his scraped knees.
  "You can go," Malfoy said with a half-hearted wave of the hand.
  Neville refused to ask whether Malfoy would tell on him. He spun around and
  groped for the door handle.
  "Longbottom," Malfoy called from behind him, "I hope you don't think this one
  time will make up for your misdeed."
  Neville didn't turn around, not wanting to give Malfoy any further
  satisfaction.
  "I'll let you know, Longbottom," Malfoy said, and Neville heard him lower
  himself back onto the bench. "I'll let you know."
  Neville shut the door behind him, slumping against it for a long moment while
  he breathed in the stale dungeon air that nonetheless was heavenly after the
  confines of the broom closet.
  Straightening his robes, he headed in the direction of the staircase.
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