Guard Duty - for bryonyraven - Ron/Neville - NC-17
Title : Guard Duty
For : bryonyraven
Pairing : Ron/Neville
Prompt : snowfall at night *makes puppy dog eyes*
Words : 643
Rating : NC-17


Ron had meant every word of it.

Of course they'd go with Harry.

Wherever he needed to go.

For as long as it took.

He hadn't realised it would take this long.

More than two years, now.

The first year had been just the three of them, and they were running out of energy when Neville had arrived at Grimmauld Place and announced he was coming with them.

Harry had been too depressed to protest, and a precedent had been set; when Ginny had arrived, a year later, Harry had silently wrapped her in his arms and rested his cheek on her hair.

And now, six months later, they were sheltering from the bitter cold in old mine buildings in Cornwall; Harry and Ginny were curled up together, a frown on his face, even in his sleep.

Hermione had fallen asleep by their small fire, her cheek resting on a large book.

Ron was on look-out duty, and was wrapped in his cloak, an extra blanket draped over his lap, covering the wand he was rolling between his fingers and the half-erect cock he couldn't decide whether or not to deal with.

It was a rare chance to wank, but he wasn't sure he had the energy.

There was a sudden movement in the darkness and he flinched until Neville sat beside him.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Ron whispered, pressing his hand against his cock, trying to put it to sleep.

"Just can't," Neville shrugged. "You can go lie down, if you like."

Ron shook his head, then muttered "Nah, doesn't matter," as he realised it was too dark for Neville to have seen him.

Neville shivered and huddled deeper in his cloak. "Gonna snow," he murmured.

He wriggled closer and Ron sighed and threw his blanket across both of them.

"Thanks," Neville whispered.

They sat in silence, Ron grateful for Neville's warmth up against his right-hand side, while trying to think of Snape in suspenders to get rid of his erection.

"You're very, um," Neville's voice trailed off.

"I'm um?" Ron asked.

"You're very good about Harry and Ginny," Neville said. "I expected you to throw wobblies."

Ron shrugged the shoulder pressed up against Neville's.

"Well, it's Harry," he said. "And they can't do much, can they?"

"Least they have each other," Neville said.

"Least they do," Ron sighed.

"You could… I could…"

"What?"

"I could help you with that, if you like?" Neville said, nodding at Ron's lap in the dark.

"What?" Ron squeaked.

"I didn't just… couldn't sleep," Neville explained. "I know you… you know… when you're on watch. I just wondered if you'd like a hand?"

"Neville!" Ron choked. "You dark horse."

Neville shrugged. "Least they have each other," he pointed out.

"Have you… have you ever…" Ron nodded at his lap. "I thought you liked girls."

"Shall I offer to help Hermione?" Neville asked, one eyebrow raised.

Ron choked.

Neville sighed. "No, I haven't ever," he said. "Not to someone else. But how hard can it be?"

Ron moaned.

"Look, forget I said anything," Neville said. "Although the offer still stands."

"Make your mind up," Ron laughed.

Neville laughed.

"Yes," Ron said.

"Really?"

"Quick, before I think about it too much."

Neville shifted closer, leaning against Ron's back, wrapping one arm round his waist and reaching for his cock.

Ron gasped as the cold fingers wrapped round him and bit his lip.

Neville's hand moved, clumsily at first, then gathering confidence and speed.

"You can think of Hermione, if you like," Neville whispered against his ear. "I won't mind."

"No," Ron moaned, letting his head fall back on Neville's shoulder. "She'd know. I'll just think s'good."

Neville smiled and squeezed and felt something splash across his knuckles.

Ron's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

"Go lie down," Neville said. "You'll sleep now; I'll stay here."