Ron Weasley and the Alternative Unforgivable Curse

A couple of days later, Gryffindor took a Defence Against the Dark Arts trip to an Italian school. I couldn't afford it and guess who forgot to pay on time - Neville! At least I'm not on my own in Potions. We have to face Slytherins, but Neville rolls up his sleeves for the first time to reveal huge muscles and stands over Malfoy, shadowing him, who then proceeds to leave us alone.

That night, we play several rounds of wizard chess, do all of our homework, and clean the dormitory. It was only nine o'clock when Neville goes to his trunk and gets out two bottles of vodka.

He then goes to get comfort food from the kitchens while I try to push all of our beds together, sometimes trying to play the big man gives you a hernia, so I give up and use magic instead. We begin to drink shots. After three hard knocked back ones, my tongue gets loose. We decide to play truth or dare. We then realise that dares are only fun in a big group, so we play truth.

I find out that Neville feels 'dead sexy' now he's lost weight and has muscles. He fancies several Muggle celebrities, and would most like to do Lavender, as he respects Hermione too much and is intimidated by Parvati.

Neville finds out that I think I'm well fit and that the page five witch, in the witch tabloids is my ideal woman, and that I'd do Parvati.

We raise the stakes.

Neville takes a deep breath and asks me 'Honestly, have you ever liked a guy in that way?'

I tell him about my views on gays, and then throw the question back at him.

Neville lowers his shot glass and looks at me intensely, the light is quite dim and in one way he looks menacing, but another way, it was kind of 'come to bed'. If it was a woman, I would choose the latter and it sends a shiver down my spine. Neville is a good looking bloke.

"I never thought about it until last summer, it never really seemed like an option to me. Believe me, Ron; I don't think I'm fully gay. I like girls a lot. I think I may be bisexual, but as time goes on, I like men more," he says to me, honestly, while never breaking eye contact.

My mouth drops open. I tell him girls are beautiful, the way they talk and move and are so delicate. But I find myself confessing I want it rougher - why do I do that? I've really had too much now; the alcohol has gone straight to my head.

I ask Neville if he has ever been with a guy. He says he has only ever kissed a bloke, and he has read up on what and how the gay thing is done.

Silence follows and we drink until we pass out. I wake up later with sheets over me; Neville is looking into my eyes. It is now dark. It feels so (don't laugh) beautiful. Neville takes my hand. Half of me wants to let go and punch his lights out, the other half of me wants him closer still. I feel stupid and groggy, shaking my head doesn't help either.

"My Gran told me that we always ridicule and mouth off and are afraid and disgusted of what we really want, if it could be undesirable," he said, randomly. That hits home with me and I look at Neville in a new light. I think I am starting to understand why for these past few weeks I wanted to look at him secretly, why he was in my dreams.... I have guessed his game. I can't believe it. It all makes sense now. I am shocked inside, but I feel like I don't really care, in fact, I feel kind of glad. I don't understand what I'm feeling; admiration for his bravery in admitting that he's a poof? I'm getting mushy feelings like I want to hug and protect him. I don't know why, those muscles hint he can take care of himself.

"I want a man," he said.

I REALLY don't understand why I'm feeling what I am. It can't be the drink, I can hold my drink, and I'm not even trying to put my head down on the bed trying to claim I'm not drunk (a usual occurrence, when my parents have company, I drink too much wine, and I put my head on the table- it feels very heavy after a few glasses). I think the drink is controlling me though. Disgust is not registering inside me for the scene that has happened so far, I'm not as think as I drunk I am. Something inside of me tells me to let go. I grudgingly obey.

But, the emotions that swell up in my chest as I tell him that I want him too are indescribable. I then go on to feel energetic and horny. I tell Neville I want him to kiss me. He leans forward and touches my lips gently. My heartbeat quickens and I realise a guy has kissed me. I don't feel nauseated by it. I want more. Neville tells me I am drunk. I prove this by giggling. He then tells me I have to think. Why? Okay up until today I believed that being gay was wrong. What do I know? This feels so right. My sudden swing from one strong homophobic opinion to this is scary. I keep on telling myself it's the drink. I try and sober up, but I know I'm too far in.... I can't stop. For tonight at least, I am in love with this man.

I think about going ahead with this (for all of two seconds) I want him. I lunge forward at him and start to kiss his neck. I can see Neville forgetting that I need to think. His eyes look mad as he says: 'Sod that' and we kiss. He takes me in his arms and gently pushes his tongue in, I begin to respond in that way too. French kissing with a guy is so much different, it is rough and passionate and there is no lip-gloss - bonus! Lip-gloss is very sticky. But to my surprise, I find I like kissing him very much.

I am letting out weeks of pent-up sexuality, I think of Neville in those shorts when he works out and decide I want more than kissing. I gasp out for him to take advantage of me. Neville calls, 'Right back at ya.' I want to go first and explore his body. I ignore all nagging inhibitions and think of how drink doesn't lower your standards, just make you care less about the low ones you have. I don't think I have lowered my standards this time. I've swung completely the other direction, and I just don't seem to care, at the moment, I'm initiating and leading it anyway.

My heart is threatening to thrust itself out of my chest as I slide down with my lips and fumble at his pyjama top. I hate buttons at this moment, the tension is getting too much, and I don't have time to be playing around with buttons. Neville helps me. I caress his upper body and feel every inch of skin and muscle, especially the muscle. I can smell his scent, his natural smell, and something of a cologne maybe, I don't recognise the aroma, what ever it is though, it's primal and I know this moment has to be like that.

I am getting desperate. I want him more now and I kiss down his body to the pyjama bottoms. I now become unsure how to please him. So far I have been doing what I imagined would happen to me, what I imagined during a wank. Neville is reassuring me, saying the chest kissing feels good. But I want more than good. I want to make him scream! This desperation is new to me, I do not understand it, but I'm on autopilot, I am only aware of feelings, not action.

I uncover his dick, shaking in anticipation. He is hard for me. I move up to his face and kiss him more, grateful that I have been so far doing it right that he is turned on by me. I then get to business. Irrelevantly, I'm thinking of lollies; I don't reckon you can go far wrong there. - Admittedly with very limited experience, like I've been thrown in the deep end, and told to swim.

I am getting dizzy in a good way. This is so good! I know he is going to come soon. Neville has a pillow to his face it is muffling sounds he's making, I wish I could take the pillow off and hear the full acoustics the room has to offer, its reassurance anyway that I'm doing ok I suppose....

He soon comes. I feel powerful, on fire. All doubts have gone away, this is very much the right thing to do. What AM I doing though? Acting the sex God. This is the alcohol's influence. I never before had the courage to take the lead like that.

Neville moves onto me. I lie on my back trying not to make noises, there are other students in the tower, and we don't want to alert them. He licks me and teases my body, but doesn't start until he knows I can't stand anymore, why is he doing this? I am going mad. Why doesn't he just touch me?

It turns out to be sensational and gratifying, waiting for him to touch me and stroke me and put me in his mouth and suck me until I come. The only words I have to say are: WOW. Apart from that, I am speechless. Never again will I mock those who are joined at the hip with someone if they can feel like this!

We lie flat on the bed. Neville turns to me and says: "Never done that before with you, mate."