1. Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism - Ch 9


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    for Crabbe and Goyle to start something. The best tactic was just to keep calm and carry on. As he drew nearer, he could see Goyle begin to crack his knuckles. And Crabbe emitted a low, rumbling laugh. Malfoy, who had his back to the entrance hall, seemed perplexed by their behavior. But when he turned and saw the object of their taunts, a slight sneer permeated his expression. "Ah. Longbottom" he chuckled to himself. "Good summer?" Neville gulped, but tried to hide it. He didn't answer, and continued walking. "Its rude to ignore people, you know, Longbottom!" called out Crabbe. Goyle got in the way of Neville's progress, forcing him to stop and acknowledge the pair. "Move" he mumbled. "What's that, sorry?" asked Goyle loudly. Neville made the mistake of trying to brush past Goyle. He was half way around him when the thug shoved him roughly into the stone wall of the corridor. Neville felt the wind rush out of him and his bags fall from his hands, though he managed to keep a hold on Trevor. He slowly slid down the wall onto the floor, gasping for breath and staring up at his tormentors. Goyle laughed loudly along with Crabbe, while the sneer on Malfoy's face grew wider. "What are you going to do, Longbottom? Go crying to mummy?" His words were like ice in Neville's heart, for that was the one thing he couldn't do. "Oh wait!" Malfoy continued. "You can't do that! She's..." He was cut off by Goyle signalling to him to move. They all looked left and set off at a brisk pace ...
    towards the great hall. Neville understood why moments later when a large crowd of first years came scurrying past. He got to his feet, dusting off his robes. Malfoy's closing words had stuck with him. Did he know? Neville knew Lucius Malfoy was a powerful man. And one that likely had sources all over the wizarding world. So it was not out of the question that he and, in turn, Draco knew about his past. But for Malfoy to bring it up as insult? That was a low that even he found hard to believe. He dropped his bags, and stowed Trevor in the pocket of his robes. After bracing himself and steeling his resolve, he started out from the wall and headed to the great hall to find a seat. Upon entering the hall he spotted his friends roughly half way down the Gryffindor table, and hurried over to where they sat. Harry and Ron greeted him and apologized for losing him on the platform. Neville shrugged. "It's fine, I made it alright." He took a seat next to Harry and opposite Ron. He noted Lavender next to Ron, but couldn't quite meet her eyes. Neville had had a thing for Lavender for some time, even longer than his lusting for Ginny that he kept very quiet. But she was well out of his league. He knew he'd have to either wrestle a few trolls or grow a twelve inch dick before she would consider him. 'The latter of those is actually more likely' he thought wryly to himself with an inward chuckle. Within moments the whole hall was seated, and Dumbledore rose from his chair to address the school. ...
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