Strike A Pose
by Kenovay
Neville wasn't expecting it when he barged into the dormitory. Not at all. Not the long stretch of pale thigh, or the hunched shoulder or the pouting lips. And especially not the arse. Oh God, the arse, with silky, plain green knickers stretched over it, high and tight. Neville dragged his eyes away with difficulty.

Harry glanced back over his shoulder and raised one eyebrow. He had been examining himself in the mirror, Neville saw. "What do you think, Nev?" he asked, matter-of-factly, as though there was nothing strange at all. "Good?"

"Um�" Neville took a helpless step forward. "In what� what for?"

Harry frowned. "Just generally. I quite like them."

"Yeah." Neville attempted to look nonchalant. "I mean they're� yeah."

"I'm glad you like them. It's a surprise for Vincent."

"Vincent? Vincent Crabbe?" Neville felt like he was about to keel over.

Harry smiled at him brightly. "Of course. I'll be seeing you later, Neville." He grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and disappeared.

Neville sunk quietly onto the bed and gasped.
Notes: Iconficlet for liasantana. The icon was made by avon, using art by lizardspots. The art was originally drawn to illustrate Headonist, by electricandroid. The icon is gakkable, with credit to both avon and lizardspots.
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