Teenyfic: Bed, Bath & Beyond
Title: Bed, Bath & Beyond
Rating: PG
Word Count: 239
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sassy_cissa, who asked for Bill/Neville, “bored”
Neville Longbottom was out of sorts – he might even go as far as to say he was bored. All his plants had been tended to, the cottage was spotless, and none of his books were calling out to be read.
Bill had been away for nearly a fortnight – on a special assignment for Gringott’s, he was working in China with a group of wizards who had encountered a particularly nasty curse in a Ming-era tomb. With no Floo, and only sporadic owl-post service, Neville had only heard from his husband twice since a Portkey had whisked him away.
Neville fiddled with the dials on the Wireless set, but not even Roots, Toots and Shoots was holding his interest these days. It was too early for Lee Jordan’s show – he did the overnight programme most evenings, and was always good for a laugh.
Neville was just thinking he might fire-call Harry to see if he wanted to meet at the Leaky for a pint, when the Floo flared to life and out stepped his wayward husband.
Bill was covered in dust from the tip of his ponytail to the toes of his boots. There was mud on his denims, and even a fleck of mud on his fang earring.
“You’re home!” Neville exclaimed, rushing to embrace Bill.
“I’m filthy,” said Bill. “And exhausted.”
“So… let’s get you into the bath,” suggested Neville. “And then it’s straight to bed with you.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 239
A/N: Written for
sassy_cissa, who asked for Bill/Neville, “bored”Neville Longbottom was out of sorts – he might even go as far as to say he was bored. All his plants had been tended to, the cottage was spotless, and none of his books were calling out to be read.
Bill had been away for nearly a fortnight – on a special assignment for Gringott’s, he was working in China with a group of wizards who had encountered a particularly nasty curse in a Ming-era tomb. With no Floo, and only sporadic owl-post service, Neville had only heard from his husband twice since a Portkey had whisked him away.
Neville fiddled with the dials on the Wireless set, but not even Roots, Toots and Shoots was holding his interest these days. It was too early for Lee Jordan’s show – he did the overnight programme most evenings, and was always good for a laugh.
Neville was just thinking he might fire-call Harry to see if he wanted to meet at the Leaky for a pint, when the Floo flared to life and out stepped his wayward husband.
Bill was covered in dust from the tip of his ponytail to the toes of his boots. There was mud on his denims, and even a fleck of mud on his fang earring.
“You’re home!” Neville exclaimed, rushing to embrace Bill.
“I’m filthy,” said Bill. “And exhausted.”
“So… let’s get you into the bath,” suggested Neville. “And then it’s straight to bed with you.”
Neville is just what Bill needs after a long, exhausting trip. Very sweet! :)