A Thinking, Smiling Slytherin

Now that a few weeks had gone by, Neville found himself thinking of that afternoon in greenhouse three as The Incident, for lack of anything better to call it. The Incident; it encompassed the whole crazy offer, and how shockingly pretty Malfoy had looked with makeup on his face, and the feel of Malfoy's warm, solid body, and hot, butterbeer-flavored breath mingling with the cold air and the way Neville's lips had tingled from all the kissing and how very good it had felt.