Thanks to ThatPandaYouKnow for the pairings which keeps me going
This is for the prompt Honesty::Blaise/Neville
I moved the rest of the stories to separate stories on my profile as the fandoms and pairings vary ;)
Neville was an honest person, maybe because he was too much of a coward to lie whenever chance smiled upon him. However, he liked honesty, gran always told him only bad people lied, so he didn't need to be able to lie. Neville also had a gift to make other people be honest, a gift he never noticed himself, and people never told him, maybe because they didn't notice either. It just happened. It didn't give him problems until the seventh year though, not that he noticed what was the cause, because honestly, they had a lot of trouble in that year, honesty or not. He was also plenty busy being brave in that year, so noticing how he was also honest, was not top priority in his mind.
This was war though, and as spells flew all around him, he could hardly use honesty for anything. He didn't need his honesty in that moment though, because in the last year he'd become more than that, and he was proving all of that right now. He'd blown up the bridge and held his own against Zabini. Maybe that was a bit much to say actually, since he was running. He was firing his own curses though, and avoiding Zabini's.
He barely noticed how the corridor seemed to empty around them as he ran, before he heard the explosion behind him. Spells stopped flying in favour for stone and rubble, and if Neville was honest with himself-which he always was-he considered for the shortest moment to leave the Slytherin there.
It was enough for the spiders to come, and Neville needed to blast many of them to pieces before he found the Slytherin, moaning in pain.
His eyes were closed, but Neville could see that his leg was stuck, and as he tried levitating it (failing all the same), the dark eyes opened. Neville thought he'd find nothing but hatred and pain in them, but he brought the truth forward in even Baise, and saw only fear.
"I'm going to have to blow the stone up, protect your face," he told Zabini, feeling so oddly calm now where the Slytherin wasn't sneering at him.
"Don't leave me here."
"I'm not going to leave you here."
Zabini covered up his face, and Neville blew up the chunk of wall so he could get the Slytherin free.
"Why didn't you leave me back there?" Zabini asked Neville as they stumbled through the corridors with Zabini's broken leg. He sounded genuinely curious, and maybe that was why Neville answered him.
"I'm not interested in anyone dying. Not even you," he told him honestly, and Zabini seemed to honestly consider his words.
"Maybe you Gryffindors aren't so bad after all. The end of all this death would be nice," Zabini told him told him with a small smile.
But then the peace ended, the corridors filled with spells again, and the battle began. When Voldemort declared his victory, Zabini stood by Neville, because if he was honest with himself-and Neville made people that-he liked Gryffindors much more than Slytherins.