Throw away this very old shoelace
That tripped you again
Try and shrug it of
It's only skin now
Neville sighed. He'd tripped again. Though, this he was certain there was nothing there. At least he was by himself, he thought.
"Why is it always me?" he asked himself, not bothering to lift himself from his position sprawled across the floor.
A slender, pale hand reached down to him. "I'm sure it doesn't always happen to you." The voice that accompanied the hand replied.
Neville latched onto the hand and let himself be pulled up to land face to face with Draco Malfoy.
"Shove off Malfoy." Neville spat, ripping his hand from Draco's.
Draco looked on sadly as Neville walked away.
You need to understand
There's nothing fake about this
You need to let me in
I'm watching you
Neville was sick of it. Every time he tripped, or even did something particularly clumsy, Draco was there to help. He wanted it to stop. With these thoughts flying through his head, Neville wasn't paying attention to where he was walking, and sure enough, he tripped and landed with a thud. He didn't wait long enough for anyone to help. Unsurprisingly, Draco was standing there with his arms out, ready to help Neville up.
"Why are you doing this? Why are you always there?"
Draco didn't blush, flinch or even bat an eyelash. "Because you need a friend. Someone to keep you safe." He answered calmly and truthfully.
"But why me? Why you?"
"Why not?"
Neville considered this and smiled. Draco watched him walk away, but this time he did it with a smile.
Every time Neville was clumsy, Draco was there to help.
Maybe you should sleep
Maybe you just need a friend
As clumsy as you've been
There's no-one laughing
You will be safe in here