Hello! So this is my first Neville/Draco story, even though i wanted to write this for a long time, i never could find how to go with it and now it just came to me i guess. I hope you enjoy it, there will be several more chapters coming soon. As i am starting new here and this is the first story i upload i would love some reviews, they make me happy! Okay so here it is. Let me know what you think about it! Thank you.

Neville had been standing out of the greenhouse for several minutes, wondering how it was possible that only some time ago they were in war with the world's most powerful wizard, the school was in ruins and their world seemed to be crashed and destroyed.
Now the war was over, the Dark Lord was gone this time for good, and everything was getting back to normal. The new school year had started and everyone was slowly getting back to their normal lives.

Neville had decided long ago that he wanted to become a Herbology teacher, if there was one thing he was good at, it was plants. Professor McGonallar had been kind enough to allow him entrance to the Greenhouses at any time and Neville found himself staring at the sky now, standing by the greenhouse, surrounded by the familiar scent of wet dirt and vines.
He needed a few more leaves of some herbs he'd been growing, to make notes about them. His memory never was good enough, he had notes everywhere. Notes in his pockets, notes under his bed, or his pillow, notes in his drawers, notes in his books, everywhere.

Neville made his way in the greenhouse when he heard leaves shuffling and froze in place. Who could have been out so late?

''Who is there? Come out now or..'' Neville did not get the chance to finish his threat as a long thin shape appeared at the other side of the greenhouse, the moon light falling on the sleek white hair, creating a halo over his head.

''Malfoy?'' It could only be, but Neville had to be sure, because what would Draco Malfoy be doing at a greenhouse and at this hour?

''Dont sound so surprised, Longbottom.. what are you doing here anyway? Should you not be in the Great Hall with first years drooling over the great war hero Longbottom?'' Draco snorted and turned to look away. He was making effort, throwing questions and insults at him to avoid answering any questions himself.

''Malfoy, not that its any of your business but i have permission to visit the greenhouses at any time. I am quite certain if you did as well, i would know about it. So the question is, what are you doing here? Is that fluxweed you have there? And ditanny? What are you planning to do with that?''

If there was one thing Neville knew for sure, even though he sucked at Potions, was that he was almost certain there was no potion where you need fluxweed and ditanny together. Fluxweed was one of the ingredients you need for the Polyjuice potion and then ditanny was used in healing potions and very powerful ones. Neville could not make any sense out of this, and even thought he knew Draco would not answer any of his questions he would ask them anyway.

''Are you hurt?'' He whispered -because why else would he need a healing potion- and stepped closer.
Draco watching him approach stepped back and as the moonlight now had fall on his face made it easier for Neville to see him clear and only then noticed he was stumbling, and was looking weak, his face that had always been porcelain white had now turned to a sickly grey.

''Malfoy..'' Neville mumbled and had to rush as he watched Draco's eyes close and the boy almost crashing to the ground if Neville had not catch him in time.
He quickly wrapped his arms around him and pulled him to his chest making sure to hold him up as he moved his hand to cup his face, a shiver running down his fingers to his arm and how cold his skin was.

''Dont you touch me take your hands off me you filthy brat'' Draco yelled at him but coughed weakly and couldnt help but lean to him as he got dizzy again.
''Screaming wont get you anywhere Malfoy, neither will offending me when i am the only one who can help you now. So you better tell me what in Merlin's beard is wrong with you..''
Draco nodded slightly so Neville tightened his arms around him, sitting him carefully to the ground then took a seat next to him, watching him curiously.

''Do i need to explain how this happened.. because that would take quite a while and from how it feels, i dont think we have much time..''

Draco looked up at him, Neville noticing that he could barely hold his eyes open but the movement caught his attention. Draco was unbuttoning his shirt and he took it off folding it on his lap.

''What you think you doing Malfoy?''

Neville whined but could not help staring at his chest. Draco had always seemed so thin and fragile, some time reminding him of a ghost, especially the last couple of years. But watching his bare chest now, as it rose and fell, with his heavy breathing, sweat covering his porcelain skin, his white hair sticking to his face and its sharp pointed features, and falling over his beautiful grey eyes, he realized Draco was breath taking in his own unique way. He smiled a bit lost in thought only noticing he had been staring at him for several minutes until a sound between a chuckle and a cough caught his attention.

''Like what you see Longbottom?'' Draco smirked and leaned back to the wall behind him as he panted heavily.
''I am sorry, i got distracted. Draco what happened.. you can barely breath who did this to you?''

Neville grabbed his bag, he always carried with him when he visited the greenhouses, he had his notes, some potions and bags of herbs with him for his researches and he searched through them for a healing potion he was certain he had seen a few days ago.
''Oh there you are'' he smiled relieved and grabbed the vial.

''It is not time for explanations Longbottom and who in bloody hell told you that you can call me by my first name? Now give me the potion before i change my mind about being nice for once and hex your arse. Then i will get the vial anyway..''

Neville chuckled so he shook his head moving closer ''You will not hex me you can barely move, if you try its most possible you end up putting the greenhouse on fire.. Now for once open your mouth without making a sound''

Neville smirked and leaned over him as he placed the vial to his lips, staring into Draco's eyes as he purred a few drops of the potion in his mouth and watched his tongue slip out of his mouth to brush over his soft looking pink lips and lick the drops.
Neville gulped turning to look away, as his face turned a dark red. Why in Merlin's beard was he staring at Malfoy's lips?
He sat back next to him and put the vial back in his bag.

''You did not make the potion did you? Oh bloody hell, you were meant to heal me not posion me'' Draco whined and turned away from him trying to get up.
''Malfoy stop moving, i did not make the potion can you calm down, you are only making your wounds worse..'' he sighed trying to hold Draco's shoulder to keep him down, besides he needed a moment to examine the wounds over his chest, his side, his arms. He was covered in brushes and cuts, new and old ones.

''Mione made the potion i just bring her the ingredients from the greenhouse and she makes them for me. Now since i am saving your life here, i believe i deserve at least to know what happened to you. You owe me an explanation Malfoy.. and we bloody well have the time. The potion will take a while..''

Draco did not seem pleased, almost like he was only now realizing that he was stuck in the greenhouse with no other but Neville Longbottom who was as well demanding an explanation.

''Well since i can not move.. and if you getting any ideas about carrying me to the tower forget about it, i suppose we are stuck here and.. the least i can do is explain..''

Neville was quite surprised that Draco had agreed to have any kind of conversation with him at first place, but actually reveal what had happened to him? That was something he certainly did not expect and he felt he needed to reassure the young man that he was not going to go around and tell everyone about this.

''Listen, Malfoy.. you dont have to tell me anything but i am not asking because i am curious or because i am going to run out of here and go tell everyone what happened to you. I would not do that. Its just that.. Draco you are hurt, badly. Whoever did this to you.. i mean it looks to me like you are in danger and being a Gryffindor you know well that i can not help but protect anyone in danger''

Neville was not sure, probably his eyes were playing tricks but he would swear, he saw Draco's lips form a smile, tiny, but i smile nevertheless.

''Even if said person in danger is a death eater that has made your life hell since the day you met?''

Neville couldnt help his low chuckle ''Was. Was a death eater and i can not tell for sure but i would say it was not by your choice. I am not saying i forgive you for all you've done the past years, or that i trust you. That would take a long time. But yes, even if said person was a certain Malfoy that made my life hell i would still help any way that i can. Besides, we were kids.. and we certainly are not anymore. Holding a grudge over some childish rivalry does not sound wise to me.''

He smiled as he looked up at him, hopefully. There were two cases. Malfoy would either laugh at him and make some joke about it, or he would agree and they could go on with their conversation.

''I was attacked. I was at Diagon Alley, searching for new robes, and a group of wizards i have never seen before in my life, attacked me, they threw hexes, and jinxs and in the end as if it was not enough they dragged me to an alley and beat me up. Its the second time, only this week and it keeps happening..''

Neville was taken aback, unprepared for such a confession and it took him several minutes to realize that Draco had hid his face behind his hair not because he was ashamed of what had happened to him but because he was sobbing, in pain not only physical.
Neville would have never imagined that the arrogant, spiteful, narcissistic boy he had grew up with could be so broken and could not help but pull him in his arms.
Draco seemed surprised and suddenly was so tense that Neville feared he would throw him another insult and run away, hurt or not. But Draco instead slowly relaxed, he leaned to his shoulder and curled up in Neville's arms as his body shook with every sob.

''No one has the right to treat you like this Draco, you have never done anything to hurt any of this people or anyone at all. You cant let this keep happening. We have to talk about it. Later'' he nodded slightly as even though he knew Draco was listening to him he did not expect a reaction now. They would find a solution later.
Now Neville took out his wand and accioed a blanket, wrapping it around the both of them, as he held Draco to his chest. It seemed they would be spending the night in the greenhouse.

So that is the first chapter. Give me reviews guys, what you think should happen next, what did you think of the first chapter? The next one is coming soon..

Thank you so much for reading!