Sorry I haven't updated. Plans, summer reading assignments, and baby sitting made sure of that.

But here's chapter two.

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(Neville POV)

"Do you guys have sex every night?"

I raised an eyebrow at Harry, surprised by his sudden question. "That's a little personal, don't you think?"

He laughed. "I just wonder how you're in a good mood every morning."

I shook my head as Blaise and Ron made their vague sounds of agreement into their black coffees.

"Well, I definitely choose not to answer that. Draco would murder me."

"Where is Draco?" Blaise asked, eyes lifting from his coffee for the first time.

"Still in bed. He's going shopping with the girls later so he just decided to sleep in a bit today."

"So bathroom's open?" Ron asked hopefully.

"Should be."

"Good." He climbed to his feet, quickly exiting the room.

"You excited about work today?" Harry quipped with fake enthusiasm. "We get to be the welcoming committee!"

A newly hired employee would be taking the spot between mine and Harry's offices that had been left behind by Blaise's promotion. We got the job of showing him the office, explaining procedures, and so on. A job that we hated with every fiber of their beings.

A scream came from the back of the apartment followed by a door slamming, the three of us straight to our feet.

Ron, eyes wide, face bright red, came barreling into the room before stopping in the middle, looking straight at me. "Does he always walk around naked or is it a special occasion?"

"That is two times in two days!" Draco suddenly yelled from our bedroom. "Next time, warn me!"

"Oh, lord." I sighed, shaking my head. "You guys just want him to be mad at me. Was he seriously completely naked?"

"Completely naked." Ron groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. "I'm guessing you didn't hear him slap me?"

That only made the three of us laugh.

"Well, Neville, you're going to have to grovel later." Blaise said, turning up the rest of his coffee. "We're going to be late."

"Alright, Mr. Boss Man." Harry quipped playfully, standing up. "Do you want to say goodbye to Draco? We'll wait."

"Yeah, just give me a second." I jogged from the kitchen down the long hallway, knocking on our bedroom door. "Baby? We're heading to work."

No answer.

"I'll be home at six."

Still no answer.

"I love you."

Nothing.

I sighed and walked back into the kitchen. He was angry with me, but he wouldn't stay that way for long.

"Let's go."

We walked out of the door, shutting it behind me, but paused, holding up three fingers. The guys just chuckled, used to this act by now.

I counted down, hearing the slap of bare feet behind the door, and once my last finger was down, Draco, robe draped around his tiny frame, opened the door, wide eyes looking at me, apologetic. "I love you too."

I moved forward, wrapping my arms around his waist, pulling him flush against me, pressing my lips to his.

"I'll warn you next time, I promise." I chuckled, pressing my brow against his.

"You better." He said, his blush darkening. "I'm pretty sure Weasley just got an eyeful of my ass."

I turned back to Ron, laughing at him as his face turned that much darker.

"Like what you see, Ron?"

Ron pulled a face. "I'd rather not." Was his response.

"Hey!" Draco spat back, half-joking. "I work hard to keep my butt in the shape it is. I'm pretty proud of it, thank you very much."

I pulled him closer to me once again. "Don't worry, babe." I kissed him once again. "I'm pretty sure it's the greatest thing I've ever seen."

The three guys in the hall behind me gagged.

I laughed once again. "I'll be home at six."

"Okay," He smiled at me. "Call me when you're leaving."

"I will."

"I love you, baby."

"Mmm." He nuzzled his face in my neck. "I love you, too."

(Daphne POV)

"What about these?" Hermione held up another center piece, waiting for Draco's reaction.

"No," Draco sighed. "Ivory. Ivory."

Hermione exchanged a look with me, placing the center piece back on the shelf. I just giggled as Draco picked up something else, just to make a face at him. "High-quality, my ass."

Nothing was good enough for the blonde. In school, his silk sheets had been too thick, too hot, and the stitching had been too loose. His handmade Italian leather shoes had been too scuffed to wear more than two times. His custom made robes had been too loose. But all of that had disappeared once he got with Neville. He was happy with pretty much anything as long as Neville was with him.

Until the wedding.

Once Neville proposed (in an unbelievably beautifully manner, by the way, with the ring in a glass of champagne in a five-star restaurant in Paris), what the Slytherins had once referred to as 'Little Miss Diva' had popped right back out. He was living up to his title, 'Princess'.

"Oh!" Draco exclaimed suddenly. "Those are perfect!"

We followed him as he made his way across the store, immediately seeing the ivory colored centerpieces, decorated with silver, in which white and red roses would be placed.

But, once we were a few feet away, another woman, hair bleached and fried, too much make up on her features, showing a little too much cleavage for the classy store, picked the center piece up, inspecting it.

Oh, no. Here it comes.

"Excuse me," Draco said, hiding his impatience. "Do you mind if I take a look at that?"

"Um, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm looking at it, sweetheart."

Draco raised a blonde hair brow, irritation immediately swimming in his eyes. "I don't know if you noticed, but you order them. That's not the only one, I just want to see it."

"How about no?"

Anger flashed across his face. "How about these center pieces are much too classy for any redneck, backwoods, trailer park wedding you're going to have?" He snatched the piece from the woman's hands, reveling in the shocked look on her features. He inspected the piece for about five seconds before shoving it back at her. "Nevermind. They're perfect for you're wedding." He turned on one heel, strutting away.

"Ponce," I heard the woman spat under her breath, putting the piece back on the shelf.

We just sighed, following Draco away.

"I thought you said it was perfect?" I asked, exasperated.

"It is." He grinned at me. "Just didn't want her getting the same ones."

Hermione and I just laughed, not at all surprised by his antics.

He had done it four times already.

(Harry POV)

I rose from my desk, getting ready to greet our newest co-worker.

I could tell, looking in my doorway, that Neville was just as excited as I was.

"Maybe he'll be cool." I shrugged. "Come hang out with us after work or whatever."

Neville just laughed. "Maybe."

Suddenly, as we exited my office, Blaise rounded the corner, face red, eyes ablaze.

"Blaise? What's wrong?"

"Just found out who our new co-worker is." He hissed, hands clenched.

Before he could finish, a man, very tall, obviously muscular under his dress clothes, auburn hair falling into his face, turned the corner, smiling at the three of us. "This my welcoming committee?"

Blaise exchanged a look with Neville before stalking off, still breathing heavily.

Neville looked at me, raising an eyebrow, but just smiled at the new guy, raising a hand to shake his. "I guess so. Neville Longbottom."

The guy raised an eyebrow as though he recognized the name. "Oh, I thought you looked familiar."

Neville dropped his hand, still smiling politely. "Have we met?"

"Oh, no." He chuckled. "I've just seen your engagement notice. You're engaged to my ex. I'm Val Sumner."

Neville blanched, looking at the man. "Oh."

Val laughed, throwing his head back. "Guessing Dray hasn't had too many good things to say about me."

I saw him stiffen at the nickname. "Not particularly."

"Can't blame him." Val sighed. "Treated him like crap. That was so long ago though. I was just a kid and I acted like one." He nodded. "He was a good kid though. Very sweet, very beautiful. Still is from what I've seen." A chuckle left his throat. "You know what I miss about him though? Those three little moles, right in a line, right here." He pointed three fingers on his right hip bone. "Cutest freakin' thing. Am I right?"

"Yeah." Neville said shortly.

He was fuming. He was ready to burst.

I quickly stepped forward, shaking his hand. "Harry Potter." I said. "Neville's got a lot to catch up on, so I'll be showing you around."

Val nodded. "Alright." He smiled once again at Neville. "You take good care of that kid." He said. "He's a catch. Still kickin' myself for letting that one get away."

Neville just went back in his office, slamming the door behind him.

(Neville POV)

Walking down the wooden hallway, my blood was still boiling. I don't think I have been this mad in a long time.

I reached my apartment door and unlocked it, throwing it open.

I immediately noticed Draco standing in the foyer, putting some bags by the table.

"Hey!" He called, all smiles. "You didn't call."

"No, I didn't." I agreed, stalking past him.

"Neville?" He called out, quickly following after me. "Are you alright?"

I walked into our bed room, stripping off my jacket and throwing it on the bed. "I'm fine."

"You're mad." He said quietly from the doorway.

"Good observation." I spat, throwing my shoes in the closet and loosening my tie.

"Are you… mad at me?" His voice trembled slightly.

I chose not to answer and just walked past him to the kitchen.

"I'll take that as I yes." I heard him whisper.

Usually the hurt in his voice would calm my anger, but… this was too much.

I sat at the kitchen table, rubbing my face with my hands.

"Do you want me to make you some coffee?" Draco's voice was quiet and trembling.

"No."

"Well, will you atleast tell me what I did wrong?" I could hear that he was close to tears.

I knew that Draco couldn't stand it when I was mad at him. He came close to tears every time we fought.

"You want me to tell you why I'm mad?" I spat. "Fine. You lied to me."

Draco looked scandalized. "About what?"

"About who you lost your virginity to!" I raised my voice a little louder than I meant to.

Draco stopped in his tracks, shocked by what I had said. "I never lied to you about that."

"You didn't lose it to Montague."

"I never said I did." He snapped back at me, defensive.

"Well, you never told me any different."

"What difference does it make, Neville." He sighed pulling out some stuff for dinner.

"Yes it makes a difference!" I slammed my hand on the table. "You lied to me! What did you have to hide?"

He suddenly turned on me, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, making me hesitate. "Do you want me to tell you that we had sex on midnight of my sixteenth birthday? Do you want me to tell you that I wasn't ready to, but he wanted to with me so I did because I loved him so damn much it hurt and I was terrified that he was going to leave me? Do you want me to tell you that I left about seven in the morning and came back later on the very same day to go out to eat and I found out that he was cheating on me? That he had totally forgotten that it was my birthday and acted like he didn't know who I was and slammed the door in my face? That he never called me again or tried to get into contact with me or even apologize? Do you want me to tell you that I felt so disgusting and used that I went straight home and got in the shower and scrubbed my skin until it hurt? That I locked myself in my room for a week and cried until I threw up? Do you want me to tell you that I couldn't hold down a lot of food for a month after that? That I got with Montague a week later because he made me feel like I was worth something? Is that what you want me to tell you, Neville?" He viciously wiped at the tears streaming from his eyes before turning and near running to our room.

I quickly jumped to my feet, running after him, but I didn't reach him in time before he slammed the door in my face, locking it behind him.

"Draco… I-I'm sorry! Please! I didn't know! I'm so sorry. Please, baby. Open the door. Please."

There was no answer and he refused to open the door.

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I sat outside of the door for hours, begging him to open it, but he wouldn't.

I could feel my heart breaking in my chest. I hadn't known those things. I had just felt so much anger at the fact that someone else had touched my beautiful little blonde. It had just made me so angry that I had lashed out. And now I regretted it so much.

Now I laid on the couch, old worn out quilt thrown over me, trying desperately to get some sleep.

I heard the bedroom door open and quiet footsteps and I almost jumped to my feet before I realized Draco was already in the room. He walked over to me, lifting the quilt and crawled under it, curling up to me.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, pulling him to me. "No, I'm sorry. You're right. It doesn't change anything. I just… I hate thinking that someone else has ever touched you. It kills me. You're mine."

He giggled. "I am."

I studied his face and I could tell his cheeks were slightly blotchy and his eyes were still glossy.

I pulled him as tight against me as I could.

"I'm sorry I never told you. I just… I didn't want you to think less of me. Or think I was disgusting. And… I don't have feelings for him. I haven't in years. But… it's still painful to remember. To think that that I was my first time. I… do you see now why I was so weird about intimacy and stuff?"

"I do." I whispered, holding him close.

"I'm just happy I found you. We can make love and I know you'll still love me when I wake up in the morning."

"Of course I will." I kissed his nose. "You are the most amazing thing that ever happened to me."

I could see tears welling in his eyes once again.

"Let's go to bed." He whispered. "I can't sleep without you."

I rose into a sitting position before picking him up, bridal-style, and carrying him back to the bedroom, his arms wrapped around my neck, his lips attached to mine.

"I love you." He whispered, biting down gently on my earlobe.

"I love you, too." I whispered back.

"Don't ever leave me."

"I won't. I can't live without you."

I laid him on the bed, before laying down with him, his lips immediately back on mine.

My heart had swelled so much it was starting to hurt. I loved him so much. Too much. And I refused to ever let him go.

(Next part)

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Don't worry. Things will get a lot more dramatic and involved. Haha thing's won't be so cute for long. This is just the beginning.

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