A/N: I entered myself in this week's Sorting Hat Drabs competition on LiveJournal. They give you a pairing from across Houses and a prompt. Here's the bunny that bit me!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe or franchise nor do I make any money off my amateur writings.
Prompt: Draco/Neville, "corruption"
Title: He's Ruining You
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Warnings: mild violence
He is running down castle corridors positive he has escaped from the Carrows this time but not wanting to take a chance.
He and Ginny had pulled a nasty little prank on some fifth-year Death Eater kids involving a game of Exploding Snap but with real firecrackers. It was amusing to watch them scramble, but the adults had come in to break up the fun.
Reminiscing makes Neville less cautious, so he does not see the figure shadowing him. He is jerked around and pushed into the wall with a sticking spell, eyes going wide.
Draco Malfoy steps out. "I'd watch your back more carefully, Longbottom. Wouldn't want your blood spilled all over the stones again," he sneers.
"I'd rather take a few than be a worthless servant to the Dark side," Neville spits back.
Draco slaps him. "How dare you insult me! I'm still Prince around here, and I could easily hand you over to them."
"Oh, so why aren't you, then? Not as high on the chain as you once were, are you? Couldn't even kill Dumledore from what I under-"
The impact slams Neville's head into the wall as Draco roughly kisses him, spearing his tongue deep into the other's throat.
Draco ends the kiss as suddenly as he'd started it. "Never say anything about my status again," he hisses.
Neville, sensing the sticking charm wear off, pushes Draco away. "Shove it, Malfoy. I don't take orders from you."
"No, you just take them from a dead man."
"Better him than a psychopathic idiot."
The two young men stare down at each other until the tension bleeds out.
Neville says in a hushed tone, "He's ruining you, you know."
Draco speaks similarly, "I know." He then turns and walks back to his failed destiny.
