A/N: I need reviews to keep my spirits up. Meaning I gladly accept advice to improve my writing on top on praise's. This next chapter has a long explanation about Neville because he's important to the story. And I don't want to confuse people later on so I'm getting this out of the way. Rewrite

Title: Primal

Summary: The Purebloods have always valued their secrets, especially Malfoys. The story will be written as a narrative of harry, Draco ECT, then Third person. "Talking" 'thinking' "dreaming"

Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter, i'm just sick with rabid fangirl syndrome.

Warning: This contains Yaoi, Mpreg, Possessive Draco/Submissive Harry and some very graphic language. So no likey, no ready; no one's forcing you…except Draco because he wants the attention.

Chapter 2

Believer

Neville Longbottom was an ordinary wizard. His magic was subpar with the other students who attended Hogwarts and his grades were about average. The only class he enjoyed, and was skillful at was herbology, which wasn't nearly as great as most wizards his age. For the first eleven years of his life his family thought he was a squib, until his uncle dropped him out a window, which resulted in him performing his first act of accidental magic. Countless times Neville asked himself why he was chosen to attend such a distinguished school that was Hogwarts or placed in such a legendary house like Gryffindor. But now, while working around the greenhouse in the back of his grandmother's cottage, he questioned why Harry Potter was his friend.

Over the years he watched the kind-hearted Gryffindor perform feats that even a fully trained wizard had difficulty accomplishing. Harry was the epitome of Gryffindor honest and bravery that Neville always sought to be. The Boy-Who-Lived was courageous, kind, fair and so loving it was impossible to hate him, expect professor Snape, who hated everyone.

Yet from what Neville learned as he observed from afar was that Harry Potter was just as green and silver as he was red and gold. He demonstrated Slytherin tendencies when the raven hair boy thought people weren't watching. Like when you looked in his eyes as he did his homework or played a prank a subtle twinkle of cunningness would sparkle. Or when his mask would fall in place during the day and you couldn't tell that harry was suffering from the secrets he kept from even his best friends. Neville saw all this, but never knew what to do with the information. He wasn't close to Harry, he was just Harry's roommate who on occasion would sit next to during meal time or offer to help on herbology essays. However it changed because of a small Raven Claw girl. Luna Lovegood was anything but average. Her uniqueness even inspired the nick-name that everyone loved to call her, Loony Luna. With her love for imaginary creatures and radish earrings Luna lovegood was a symbol of oddness. Nevertheless Neville enjoyed her company; especially when she visited him at the greenhouse to talk about her father magazine The Quibbler, or some other bizarre topic. She advised him to reach out more to Harry and help him during this year. And when he argued that he wasn't brave enough she'd smiled like she knew something he didn't and said

"Sure you are Neville you just need to get those locknormers out of your head."

So he tried harder to become friends with Harry which was easier since his best friend Ron Weasley wasn't speaking to him, along with Hermione granger who sided with Ron for untold reasons. During the second task he even managed to aid the Hogwarts Champion by supplying him with gillyweed to breath under water.

By then he was back on good terms with his best friends, but Neville could safely say they were a lot closer then before. They were brought even closer when the raven haired boy brought back Cedric's body at the end of the last task. As they rode together in the same compartment going home, it was easy to see the depression on his face as his friends argued back and forth about something unimportant. He chose to where his mask again ensuring them that he was fine but in truth that mask was clearly slipping. Neville didn't know what to do so as they left the compartment, when the train stopped, Neville caught Harry before he could leave and hugged him. The first burst of Gryffindor bravery he demonstrated in a while. When he finally let go of the Harry he whispered

"I believe you Harry, that V.V...Voldemort is back."

Swallowing hard, he left quickly before seeing if he had caused more damage then earlier.

A week later a white snow owl pecked at his window late at night. He let it in seeing it was Harry's trade mark owl Hedwig, with a short note attached to her leg. Neville quickly untied it reading the parcel that held two very brief, but manful words to the average young man:

Thank you

H.P.

And the rest, as the muggles say, was history. They kept in constant contact since then writing about everything and anything. Harry told Neville about his childhood and his home and Neville replied with letters about his as well. There wasn't anything Neville could do to help Harry's situation, and he had a feeling that if he told anyone, Harry would lose what little trust he placed in him, so he comforted him with words and sent pastries, his grandma made, whenever he could.

His last letter he received from Harry had been a week ago, the longest since, and frankly Neville had begun to worry. Finally sitting down on the wooden bench facing his plants the Gryffindor boy read the letter one last time hoping against hope it would tell him why his small kind-hearted friend had not replied in such a long. It was a simple letter thanking him for the pastries and talking about how the Dursleys where making him do more chores this summer, nothing else. Neville replied back the next day saying it was no trouble to him and for harry to keep his strength up.

The slightly portly young man sighed again trying to keep the worry off his mind by tending to his plants, except he couldn't concentrate well enough to even apply dragon dung to the soil. He couldn't ask anyone because Harry confined to him that his best friends hadn't wrote to him all summer and Dumbledore was out because he didn't really know the headmaster properly. All he could do was wait, which was killing the usually patient boy.

Just as he was about to settle in for the evening an owl flew over the glass dome landing neatly on the roof to peck at the glass. The tiny brown creature was as frequent a visitor as Hedwig seeing as she belonged to his good friend, Luna. Neville went to stand up and walk to the door when he saw the owl, a small smile tracing his face for the first time in a week.

The mousy bird glided down and settled on Neville's shoulder sticking his tiny leg out and nuzzling the young man's neck. He lightly pets her, while untying the note with a sigh.

"Thank you Ribbon, Luna always seems to know exactly what to tell me in cases like these."

When he finishes untying the note he quietly read aloud:

Greenhouse Keeper

I know your worries and I have to tell you that they are not needed. The Golden Snake is in good health and pleasant company. He's scared of his new nest but his mate is close by to ease his fears. The Silent Bat hovers close to his person keeping our Snake safe and the mate nesting parents are assisting the Bat. Soon your green thump will be required to aid but for now he is in protected. Put your worries at ease Greenhouse Keeper.

Your friend

Moon

He rereads the parcel over and over trying to decipher Luna's code.

"Ok Greenhouse Keeper is me and the Golden Snake must be harry...but what does she mean by mate and bats."

He sighs again placing the letter in his pocket and walks back towards the house to reply to the ravenclaw girl. But he was happy to know that harry was safe as far as he could understand. It was settling into night when he made it inside the cottage to find his grand mother sitting in her rocking chair by the fireplace with a small red book in her hands

"Neville," she says quietly without looking up from the words, "I hope that I do not have to remind to you again about spending all day in the greenhouse, you have other studies as well."

Neville stops at the door fidgeting on doorway, "I know, sorry grandmother, it won't happen again."

She nods curtly turning the page of her book with a frown, "See that it doesn't, goodnight."

Stepping quickly to her Neville places a light kiss on her cheek, whispering a soft, "Good night." and walks upstairs to his room. As he hikes to his bedroom, he can't help but continue to worry about his small friend hoping that Luna was right once again

A/N: Ok for those who didn't understand about Neville's role in Harry life here it is please review or I'll die…I just know I will TT^TT ~sighs dramaticly~