Title: Secrets
Summary: Vincent has a secret, one that must remain hidden.
Pairing/Characters: Vincent/Neville
Rating: K
Warnings: N/A
Notes: So, I started another collection. This one is purely for different pairings. I will write a pairing once and only once. If I wish to write the pairing again I'll place it somewhere else. I would like to have all possible pairings in this collection one day.

I hope you like my new collection.

Everyone has secrets. Some are pathetic and useless, like the fact that Pansy wears extensions in her hair. She thinks no one knows but everyone does. Other secrets are dark and evil. They are the type of secrets that could get you killed, like the one that Draco has at the moment. No one knew that secret; though Professor Snape kept sending odd looks Draco's way.

Then there were the secrets that were beyond embarrassing. These were the worst type of secrets for a teenager. They were the type of secret that wouldn't kill you if they were revealed, no matter how much you wished they would. They were the types of secrets that no one wants and everyone has. This was the type of secret that Vincent Crabbe couldn't stop thinking about.

It didn't help when his secret was in every one of his classes.

Vincent watched the boy converse with Harry Potter, golden Gryffindor. He was beautiful (his boy, not Mr. Chosen One). Vincent tried not to think that way. It was wrong, stupid. How could he be thinking those thoughts? Yet, he was.

Watching Neville Longbottom had become a habit for Vincent. It started all the way back in their first year. Watching Neville fall from his broom ruined something inside Vincent (at least, that's how he liked to think about it). The sound of that bone breaking sickened him to his core and the pain he saw in the boy's eyes was painful to see.

Despite his hurt for the clumsy boy, he laughed along with Draco and the Slytherins because, well, it just wasn't right to feel anything for a Gryffindor other than powerful hatred. So, he laughed. No one knew how he threw up all his lunch only hours later, unable to remove the sound of the boys arm snapping from his mind. No one knew he snuck out after curfew just to check on the boy in the hospital wing. No one knew and he planned to keep it that way.

At that time, Vincent didn't understand his feelings. He didn't understand what they meant but he did know what would happen if those feelings were revealed. So he hid them. It was easy to turn his confusion into anger directed at the boy. Bullying became second nature to Vincent and it pleased his friends. It was an ideal situation.

Except for the pain his heart inflicted every time those accusing eyes locked with his.

Vincent never let his discomfort show; he wouldn't dare. He just watched the boy grow into a man. He watched as he became confident and powerful, and he watched as he became the calm force that calmed and supported the Golden Trio. The one that no one noticed but everyone relied on.

Vincent watched and wished for something he knew he could never have.

Because secrets like his must remain hidden.

(w.c 482)

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