Neville's brows furrowed in confusion as he felt Malfoy's fingers tighten their grip against his collar and then, he felt knuckles dig into the hardness of his trachea, no doubt bruising the cartilage beneath the skin. Neville swallowed deeply and silently prayed to some hidden inner strength that lay dormant at the very pit of his being - if he could just be strong now and not weak as always.
"Longbottom," Malfoy sneered and inched even closer than before, the tip of his pointed nose just a small cry away from Neville's cheek. He felt Malfoy's breath caress his skin and Neville, quite unawares, realized with horror that his skin had broken out into chills, every individual hair was raised erect at Malfoy's attentions and once again, Neville gulped. With a last ditch effort towards being brave, Neville turned his eyes and stared into the depths of Malfoy's.
"Draco," he replied softly and cringed, noting the delicacy with which he had whispered the other boy's name. Malfoy's eyes widened in shock and then confusion, and then… something else, perhaps, but it was gone in a fleeting moment before replaced with the same anger that Neville had become accustomed to. Malfoy's fingers loosened their grip for one iota of a second before they thrust Neville even harder against the stone walls of the boy's bathroom. Neville heard -rather than felt- the crack of his skull against the ancient mortar and winced as a reaction. Malfoy stepped even closer.
"If you tell anyone what you saw here," he whispered, his breath once again moving across the surface of Neville's face, sending shivers running through his body. "Anyone at all, I will end you." Malfoy stepped back, his long fingers uncurling themselves from within Neville's robes, and Neville felt himself go slack at the release. Malfoy leveled one last glare towards him and at that moment, Neville believed him. The slightest whispers that Draco Malfoy had been found sniveling and sobbing in the bathroom and Neville knew - he'd be a dead man.