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Neville was not sure when stockings had become the bane of his existence. They were glorified socks for Merlin's sake. Socks were utilitarian. They were daily wear. Everyone used them.
Yet here he was in his fucking living room, loosing his fucking mind, attempting to look everywhere, anywhere but at the lace stockings and more importantly the legs that they so sensually wrapped. Even more important that small sliver of skin they did not cover that would peak out once in a while as she shifted in his sofa and her skirt rode higher.
In fairness, to himself if the same stocking where on any other legs he didn't think he would be as bothered. It was all about those stockings, on those legs, on that woman.
That woman.
"Neville?"
"Huh?" Shit he'd been caught or at a minimum he had been too distracted to follow the conversation. If he had ever hoped to make her forget what a dunce he had been in school this was not the way. "Uhhh… Sorry? What were we talking about?"
"Stockings." Malfoy replied drily making Neville choke on the sip of tea he had taken in an efforst to parch his dry throat.
"Stock… what?!" He managed to gasp. Had he been that obvious? Was she creeped out? Did she want to leave?
Malfoy gave him a frustrated look. "Pansy, even though she is a guest,wants to fill our living room with a bunch of decorations."
"Circe you are annoying Draco." Pansy says from her corner where she has now folded her legs delicately under herself making her grodricdamn skirt ride higher and the damn patch of delectably soft looking skin grow bigger and remain uncovered. "All I was saying is that your flat could use some more festive feel. A small tree maybe some stockings."
"Stockings." He repeated dumbly. Godric and the rest of the founder save him, he was never going to beat the accusations of being slow.
"Look Longbottom if nice monogrammed stocking aren't your style maybe a wreath or some mistletoe. They tell me you are a herbology genius maybe those would be more your speed." Pansy retorted shifting slightly making Neville have to swallow hard and look at the fireplace.
"Pans stop terrorizing the poor man in his own home. Why don't you find you own home to decorate with monogramed stockings?" Malfoy responds.
"No." Neville finds himself saying a bit louder than he had intended shocking both snakes. "Ahem. I mean, I am fine with Parkinson decorating as she wishes. If… if you need anything for that wreath of whatever just umm… let me know." He said deciding that discretion was the better part of valor he got up and went to his room.