Disclaimer: This is a SLASH story that contains Mpreg. Don't like, don't read.
Also I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, any feedback will be helpful. A special thanks to Grifen345 for betaing.
Chapter 1
Neville was sitting on his couch reading this month's edition of Herbology Monthly when he heard a knock on the door. It was no other than Harry and Ginny with little James in tow.
They come and check up on every few days to make sure Neville doesn't do anything drastic like shave off his hair or drink till he passes out. Sure the breakup with Draco had been unexpected and Neville had come to their front door early in the morning, crying like little James would, but that happened four months ago.
He was not completely over Draco and not sure he'll ever be, but Neville was fine. He didn't cry about it anymore. Hell, he rarely thought about it, so it wasn't necessary for his friends to talk to him about it every time they see him.
"Neville," Ginny started once she got seated, "we just want to see you happy-"
"But-," Neville interrupted Ginny.
"- But nothing Neville," Ginny interrupted back. "We know you're not happy. We've known you for over ten years."
"Look," Harry said, "getting over a break up isn't easy. We know that. But you need to talk to him, ask him why all of the sudden he doesn't want you in his life anymore. Don't you think you deserve at least that much? "
"Yes, I do think I deserve it but I don't need it. If he wants to cut me out of his life once and for all then fine, let him do that. I don't need that prick. He can go rot in hell," Neville said as his voice rose with each sentence, making it apparent that he was still angry by the breakup.
"Please Neville, just think about it?" Ginny asked in the pleading voice Neville hates so much.
"Okay, okay. I'll think about it," replied Neville to shut them up.
After that conversation ended, they started to talk about Harry and Ginny's toddler James. Ginny was bouncing up and down on the couch, talking about him walking and running and Harry was talking about getting James a broomstick and teaching him how to play Quidditch. All the while the little boy himself babbled away. Neville felt relieved by the change of topic. It didn't remind him why he was living alone in a London flat instead of a Wiltshire manor with a certain someone.
When Neville moved out after the breakup, it hadn't been easy. His grandmother had died a few years ago and left the Longbottom Manor to him, but he couldn't take it. Not at that moment at least and certainly not now. Though the size was not like Malfoy Manor, it was still too large for a single person to live in. With the help of Harry and Hermione, he rented a flat in muggle London, learned muggle money, and figured out what would seem to be normal to wear around muggles.
Hermione came by Neville's apartment two days after Harry and Ginny's visit. "Hello Neville," Hermione said. "May I come in?"
"Of course Hermione." Neville stepped aside to let her in.
Hermione's visits were similar to Harry and Ginny's. You need to go see him, go check up on him yada, yada, yada. By this time, Neville half listened to Hermione's speech since it was the same every time she came.
He didn't know why Hermione's interests had peeked. Only a month ago she started to talk to him about Draco.
"Neville!" Hermione screamed. Neville jumped up. "I know your were not listening. Can you please pay attention? We are trying to help you here."
"Did it ever occur to you that I don't need yours or anybody else's help, Hermione? It's been four months since the breakup, since he kicked me out. What makes you think he wants to see me now if he didn't want to see me four months ago?" Neville snapped. He could barely take it.
Everybody was trying to get him to talk to Draco Malfoy, his ex-boyfriend. His friends were in committed relationships, they had families, they had a life outside of each other while Neville didn't. He doesn't understand why they want to meddle in so much.
"Neville, please go see him. You need to. I can't tell you why- you know if I could I would- just – just go see him." Neville could tell she was frustrated about something but he didn't know what.
"I'll go see him," Neville sighed. She nodded and left.
'What the fuck was that all about?' he thought.
Lying on his bed, Neville thought about his friend's visits from the past two days. Should he talk to Draco again? His mind was spinning; think of all the negative possibilities.
What if he doesn't want to talk to me? What if he doesn't want to even see me? Of course he doesn't want to see me. That's probably the main reason why he broke up with me. But I do need a reason why though. Frustrated, he jumped off the bed and headed towards his desk. Neville decided he would think about it some more.
He saved next Tuesday afternoon to go visit Draco just in case he decided to go. If he went during brunch time, Neville could go work in his greenhouse to keep his mind from thinking about Malfoy when he came home. "I hope this goes well," he said out loud.
-Three days came and went and Neville didn't see any of his friends. He thought it was a blessing in disguise. 'Maybe they're too busy with their family to think about me,' he pondered. But on the fourth day he didn't see his friends, he got a knock on the door.
"Are you guys too busy with your family to visit an old friend?" Neville started but he didn't finish, here was Draco Malfoy in front of his apartment door.
"We need to talk," Draco mumbled, fiddling with the seam if his sleeves.
