Gratitude (R; Neville/Lucius; 100 words): Neville pursues Lucius for intimate reparations.
Malfoy—Lucius Malfoy—had grown a conscience. This was why the bastard was on his knees before Neville in the "hospitality house" they both frequented. No one knew anyone at Feathers, but, for a price, one might know anyone one wished.
Neville had never been one for glamours, but he'd been prepared to accept them once his fantasy had taken shape—until Beatrice had assured him that Malfoy was available for "mutual entertainments."
"Thank you, sir."
Malfoy's arse was ruddy; the imprint of Neville's hand glowed, pearlescent, against his perfect, blooming skin.
"Fu—oh, thank you, sir!"
But Neville wanted his tears.