It had been two days since the 'accident', like Neville had started to call it and Draco hadn't sought him out again, but the greyish eyes hadn't left the Gryffindor for one minute. Somehow the situation had only worsened in the shy boy's mind and he knew it was only time before the Slytherin would claim him again. To protect himself, Neville kept close to his friends, namely Harry as Malfoy seemed to contract a disease whenever he was near. Seamus had been put on the list of unsafe persons. Nobody had even known that Malfoy had dragged him off, when he returned that dreadful day. No, Seamus wasn't on his good side. Sighing, he watched Harry and Ron bicker over something unimportant until they suddenly both jumped up. With the announcement they were going to research the truth in the library, they sped off.
"Boys," Hermione sighed before continuing her conversation with Ginny and Dean. Observing the unexpected couple Neville could help but wonder how they had gotten together. He didn't think that they fitted together and was certain their relationship wouldn't last that long. Then long blonde hair caught his attention as Luna skipped towards him.
"Hi, Neville," she smiled sweetly and greeted the other Gryffindors next to him. "This morning when I was brushing my teeth, I found the strangest note in my beaker," she explained aiming her attention back to the shy boy in front of her. "It asked me to tell you to meet someone in the Astronomy Tower later this evening. Strange don't you think?" Blinking Neville looked dumbly at her.
"Wooh, someone has a secret admirer!" Dean whistled making the two girls with him giggle and Neville turn red.
"Are you sure it was directed at me and not someone else, Luna?" he asked hopefully and the Ravenclaw shook her head.
"No, it read, Neville Longbottom, underlined three times."
"Do you want one of us to accompany you?" Ginny asked being the nice girl she was. The shy Gryffindor thanked her but rejected.
"Sweetie, this is something he must do alone. A man's pride is on stake."
"It is?" Neville asked but Dean ignored him.
"Come on, mate, I'll help you prepare. Let's go to the common room," the boy stood up and stared intently at him. Knowing his friend wouldn't take a no for an answer, Neville sacrificed his free time for his secret admirer.
-DNDN-
With an overly full stomach Neville walked towards the Astronomy Tower. Dean had drummed into his head it was important to feel strong and energised to make the best impression. He had made him do push-ups in their room and eat twice as much as normal. To be honest, Neville was surprised he didn't have to vomit, and as expected, experienced the first feeling when his eyes met the door that hid his secret admirer. After a small debate, he knocked on the door before opening it. At first sight nobody was present and with a heavy heart he climbed the stairs. When he reached the top, he wished he hadn't listened to Dean and was sitting in the Gryffindor's common room far away from this place. But no, he was standing in the Astronomy Tower with Malfoy sitting in a window frame before him while swaying his wand in the air followed by the movement of a body in front of him.
"M-Malfoy, what did you do?" Scared Neville looked at the unconscious body of the Ravenclaw hovering half a meter above the floor.
"I removed a hindrance," the Slytherin smiled insanely. A shiver ran up the Gryffindor's body, but he let his courage speak.
"Put her down!" he rambled but the blond had understood him.
"What would you do to save this lowlife?" Neville paled a little remembering the accident but hadn't lost his courage entirely yet.
"Why don't you just tell me what you want?" Draco laughed aloud at this and signed him to come closer. Against his better judgement Neville listened and scooted closer stopping an arm length from the Slytherin.
"You'll have to be closer," Malfoy taunted while moving the girl up and down. Again, the Gryffindor listened. "Now, make me cum!" Blue eyes widened shocked. He had expected something sexual, but hearing it still affected him. The Ravenclaw hit the floor with a thump. "Don't make me wait!" Draco warned the conflicted boy.
"Ho-how do I know you'll really let her go?" Neville shot out and it made the blond smirk.
"I have to admit that's a smart question." The Slytherin stood up before leaning again the window frame.
"You should know by now that I prefer to not leave traces, but I guess I can always blame it on someone else," an explanation and a warning in one sentence. Gathering what was left of his courage Neville moved his hand towards the other's crotch but didn't dare to touch it.
"Why don't you start with a kiss?" Draco's voice sounded like he pitied him, but his eyes dared him to disobey. The second wave of sickness took over the shy boy, but he pushed it down. In one swift movement, he pressed his lips against the Slytherin. He withdrew quickly but didn't get far as the blond laid his arm on his shoulder to keep his aim on the Ravenclaw. "That won't do." Feeling tears prickle his eyes, Neville bit his lip before kissing Draco for the second time. He knew the blond would only be satisfied with a French kiss, so he opened his mouth and darted his tongue against the closed one. Draco opened like expected and after a quick pep-talk, he thrust inside. Immediately, he tasted a hint of apples and surprised, twirled around in the cavern in search for the source. A tongue met his and a wave of apples greeted him. Teasingly, the tongue propped him to continue his investigation and he did. His lips moved over the other's to create more access and a moan slipped from his mouth. Shocked, Neville tried to withdraw, but Draco quickly pushed the Gryffindor's hand on his clothed cock.
"Now, don't run when the good part's about to start," Malfoy whispered against his lips and moved his hand. A groan behind him reminded Neville just what was at stake. Against his will, he started to put pressure on the manhood. "Good." Draco mumbled before drawing him back into a kiss. With the blond dominating the lip action, Neville missed the apple taste as both tongues were more in his mouth than in Draco's. His hand slipped downwards to the Slytherin's balls and clenched them softly. Like expected the other let out a surprised moan and he pressed his tongue into the unprotected mouth. There were the apples. He hated that he was starting to enjoy the feeling of the other's lips against his. He could feel Draco slowly harden and figured; he was doing okay. The blond wouldn't complain or so he thought.
All of a sudden, the Slytherin's hand was on his and forced him to open the pants before being pushed inside. Feeling the naked skin of the head Neville could feel his cheeks heat up. Again, a groan was heard behind him and forced him to obey Malfoy's will. His fingers started to move up and down Draco's length, but the friction wasn't enough. With a forceful pull, Neville released the hardness into the open and restarted his movements with better success this time. Thinking about what felt good for him, he ran his nail over the head and a gasp was released into his mouth. The hand - which had forced him into the pants - teasingly ran over the revealed skin of his waist and slipped lower at his back. Ignoring the tingling feeling that the fingers left behind, he concentrated on pleasuring the other. With a yelp he suddenly felt a finger penetrate his hole.
"Draco!" he panted helplessly, while looking at the other whose breath was quickening rapidly. With a short cry the Slytherin came, soiling both their clothes.
"Nev…" the blond sweetly kissed his bruised lips and a gasp was heard behind him. Shocked Neville turned his head and stared at the conscious Ravenclaw girl who was covering her mouth with her hands. In utter disbelieve the girl was awake, the dark blond let Malfoy draw him in.
"Stay away from my property!" the Slytherin hissed at the Ravenclaw before waving with his wand to the stairs. The girl quickly got on her feet and dashed down the flight of steps. Blue eyes watered as he turned back to the blond.
"Why?" he asked defeated.
"You're mine," Draco answered and it scared Neville that he actually meant it.
"Why me?" a smirk appeared on the blond's lips.
"You were useless." It hurt the dark blond to hear that.
"I'm not useless," he mumbled his defence and felt the other wrap his arms around him.
"Not anymore." A kiss on his lips. "I've made you useful." Another kiss and tears ran.
-DNDN-
In the best of moods Draco strode through the corridor casting a couple of Expelliarmus' at the first years that crossed his path. Crabbe and Goyle had picked up on his mood and dared to cast some minor curses. He knew they had suffered under his stressful mood of the last days, but from the moment he had left the Astronomy Tower yesterday, it was like he was wearing rose-coloured glasses. Longbottom had given himself completely over to him and he liked it. The shy boy, he could control, and his mind had already made up to pay his little toy a visit today. Excitement burled up when he entered the DADA classroom. His eyes immediately scanned the heads already present for his Gryffindor. He found him sitting in the middle of the left row. Like the dark blond sensed him blue eyes turned to him to shy away the moment they met. Smirking Draco walked towards the bank behind him and sat down. Blaise was the one to join him while Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle choose to sit behind them. Longbottom shrunk a little in on himself like he was trying to hide from him. A chuckle left his mouth at the wasted attempt. As Snape strode into the classroom, he noted Neville looking at the door and realised the Golden Trio was still missing. Knowing the Head of Slytherin wouldn't let the Gryffindors off with being late he smiled pleased. Today was a good day. Ten minutes into class the door opened, and the missing students entered.
"How great of you to decide to grace us with your presence, Potter, Weasley and Granger!" Snape spat and Draco snickered loud enough for the Golden Boy to hear. He watched Granger walk up to their professor and revealed a packet she had been holding.
"We were requested by the Headmaster. He asked us to deliver this packet to you, professor. Sorry we're late," she quickly added the last apology. Snape sneered before accepting the package and continuing with his lesson without paying any more attention to the three latecomers. Draco realised they had gotten away with it and grimaced. His day had suddenly turned for the worst. As Snape explained a spell, he had already learned over the summer he slipped his foot out his shoe. He waited until the DADA professor stood before his toy, looking down at him with clear dislike on his face. In one swift movement his foot shot towards Neville's chair and pressed against his butt. Surprised the Gryffindor squeaked in the middle of his incantation while his wand flew upwards. Snape could duck down just in time and the hex flew over his head.
"Detention Longbottom!" got roared and the Head of Slytherin continued observing his students while ignoring the helpless looking Neville. The rest of the lesson was spent like usual. Gryffindor's losing points and Slytherin winning some. Smirking Draco took his stuff before walking up to Snape.
"Mother asked me to hand you this." His hand gathered the letter Aunt Bellatrix had sent him this morning. Nothing special was written in it only a clear warning. The potion master's face darkened while accepting the paper. With another nod of acknowledgement, he turned around and noted Longbottom still sitting at his desk. Smirking he walked over to the boy and leaned forwards placing his lips beside the other's ear.
"Meet me in the Prefects' bathroom tonight an hour before curfew," he enjoyed the shivers running up Neville's arms and back. He almost wanted to grab him and claim his property but instead he promised himself an unforgettable evening. Continuing his way, he pushed himself passed Potter who glared at him. He let Blaise lead them to their next class but when they came to the crossing where they split up with the Gryffindors, he told them to go ahead without him. Like expected all the Slytherins and Gryffindors had already passed before Longbottom showed up, rushing past him. Quickly he pulled the shy boy backwards against his chest. His hand sneaked to Neville's front and groped his dick. A squeaky moan escaped his toy's lips.
"Naughty boy," he whispered in his ear before turning him around and push him against a wall. His lips immediately claimed the other's and when their tongues clashing, he felt himself sigh in the kiss. His hands settled themselves comfortable on the dark blond's hips while Neville's hands were grabbing his robe at chest height. He seemed to want to push him away and pulling him in at the same time.
"No," Draco watched those blue eyes open in bliss and smirked.
"No?"
"…We have class." The Gryffindor tried avoiding the Slytherin's stare.
"Then please me!" he ordered and saw the doubt in the Gryffindor's face. "With a kiss, satisfy me with a kiss!" Neville dared to look up and the blond smirked seeing the relief. He expected his toy would still need a minute to prepare but instead he immediately pressed his lips against his. Opening his mouth, he let the Gryffindor push his tongue inside and ravish him. A little surprised about the other's boldness he removed the hands grabbed his robe and pulled him even closer. Neville's now free hands sneaked around his neck and their mouths broke apart for air. Greyish eyes half opened, and when he saw the dark blond's face a sudden need took him over. His tongue immediately dove back between the other's lips, it was his turn to dominate the kiss. Panting they broke apart again and Draco quickly withdraw from his toy.
"See you tonight," he whispered before striding off with his robe billowing after him with every step he took.
-DNDN-
Nervously, Neville straightened non existing wrinkles on his shirt before taking another deep breath and knocking on the Prefects' bathroom. When nobody opened, he started to panic. He didn't want to go back to the common room, it had been hard enough to sneak passed Harry, Ron and Hermione without them noticing him. Biting his lower lip, he knocked again. His fingers started to play with the hem of his shirt as he waited hopefully. Again, nobody answered. Sighing he shook his head.
'Draco's probably laughing somewhere about this. How he got the dumb Neville Longbottom to do his bidding.' A tear slipped from his eye and in surprise he wiped it away. 'No, I'm not going to cry over Malfoy!' he ordered himself huffing at the name, but he couldn't suppress the sadness. Glaring at the bathroom door he stepped backwards and turned around. 'Maybe I can go to the library?' he started to make an excuse for his absence.
"Longbottom!" Draco's voice suddenly yelled at him. Surprised he turned back and noted the half-naked Slytherin casually leaning on the handle of the door he had just been glaring at. "Are you coming?" the blond sounded annoyed and for a second, Neville only stared at him. Only a moment ago, he had decided to leave and now he was about to enter that bathroom. He hesitated. He had let the Slytherin get away with almost everything, even rape, but now he questioned himself.
'Do I really want this?' he bit his lip again and descended his eyes to the floor. 'He's just using me. He'll get tired of me eventually… when I lose my usefulness.'
"Longbottom, get in here!" Draco sounded more irritated with every word.
'But if I don't listen to him, he'll…' Shivering at the images running through his mind he decided it would be smarter to listen to the Slytherin. Slowly he stepped closer to the blond who pulled him inside once in his reach. His clothes were pulled from his body as he got pushed towards the bathtub. It didn't take long before both were in the tub kissing, moaning and rubbing against each other. Neville's previous doubts got erased with every brush of Draco's dick against his. Moaning he glanced at the hands roaming over his body and felt his heart stop when he saw the Dark Mark.
'This is wrong...' a voice rang through his head, but his body wouldn't listen, and he pushed the image of the snake and the skull to the back of his mind. His arms found support at the edge of the bathtub as the blond's hands continued roaming over his body, one ending at his hole and the other at both their puckering lengths. He could feel the first finger enter him and registered some kind of gel on them. Curiously, he looked to his right and saw a tube of lube lying beside him. His arms relocated themselves around the blond's neck, giving the other better access to his butt.
"Ah…" A second finger entered, and he clawed at the other's back. Noting his discomfort Draco quickened his hand over their dicks, letting his own slip from between his fingers and continued stroking Neville's.
"Draco?" Neville heard himself beg. His front felt unbelievable good, but the fingers in his back reduced the pleasure. A third finger pierced him, and he let a cry of pain. Tears were clouding his sight, but he could see the frustration on the blond's face. Wisely he held his mouth guessing the other wasn't enjoying himself. He had chosen to enter so he'll have to face the consequences. He tried to relax and felt the pain lessen a little. The fingers scissored him and the pleasure in front overpowered the pain. When he started to get use to the fingers they suddenly disappeared. Surprised he blinked and saw Draco smirk at him. With the bubbles and steam around him the blond looked almost like an angle. Neville couldn't help but stare at him in awe and seemed to lose every connection with reality will looking at him, until he was completely sheathed. A scream ripped through his throat while his tears were running freely. Draco was completely inside him and he was glad he wasn't moving.
"Nev…" came the sweet voice and the Gryffindor felt himself relax a little. He tested the pain by moving lightly and increased his movements until he reached his pain limit. The blond let him take the lead but slowly increased his thrusts until he was dominating the shy boy again. Shocked and caught in a daze, Neville felt the pain being overwhelmed by pleasure and screamed it out when Draco hit his sensitive spot. With half lid eyes, he saw the smirk on that angelic face and moaned out loudly when his prostrate got attacked for a second time. His hips were moving on their own account while his hands was scratching the blond's back open, but the Slytherin didn't seem to mind.
"Draco…" Neville mumbled after he came resting his head on the other's shoulder. He could feel himself being filled and a shiver ran up his spine.
"Nev…"
-DNDN-
Afterwards Draco had washed him from top to bottom, healed his hole and ordered him to leave before he did. Sighing, Neville made his way back to his house. He was getting confused. He knew he should hate the Slytherin for what he was doing to him, but every touch had felt so sweet, making him wish they would never stop. The Fat Lady gave him an odd look, not used to have him enter a couple of minutes too late but for once she didn't complain.
"Hey Neville, what kept you out so late?" Dean was the first one to see him. The teen was sitting before the fireplace with Ginny between his legs. "Did it have anything to do with your secret admirer?" he couldn't help but blink until he remembered the Astronomy Tower. He had completely forgotten about the Ravenclaw.
"Not really, I just lost track of time," he smiled sadly.
"Oh, Neville, it didn't go well?" Ginny asked apologising and he shook his head.
"It doesn't matter. She wasn't my type anyway..."
"What is your type, mate?" Dean interrupted his girlfriend and Draco suddenly popped in his head.
"Blond," he mumbled without realising.
"And..." Ginny pressed making Neville realise he had spoken aloud.
"The personality is very important," he smiled truthfully. He had always found the personality to be the most important since he himself wasn't that of a looker. Ginny nodded approvingly while her boyfriend just rolled his eyes. Having appeased them, Neville bid them goodnight and made his way to the boy's dorm.
-DNDN-
Next morning during breakfast Neville couldn't help himself as he kept glancing at the Slytherin's table. Draco had entered a quarter of an hour after him surrounded by his cronies, but he had caught the greyish eyes when they looked at him. Malfoy had smirked making him immediately avert his eyes, but he knew that the blond knew, he couldn't take his eyes from him and the Slytherin couldn't be enjoying it more.
"Good morning, Neville," Hermione got his attention as she sat down in front of him. "Are Harry and Ron still asleep?"
"'Morning. Ron was still snoring, but Harry's bed was empty," he answered and remembered he had found it odd. The girl's eyes widened before she forced a smile on her face.
"He probably went to see Madam Pomfrey. He wasn't feeling that well last night." Neville couldn't help but frown. She clearly was hiding something, and his suspicion got confirmed when Ron came running into the Great Hall. One look from Hermione told the redhead what he wanted to know and now Neville was certain something was going on with Harry. Not wanting to pry he kept his thoughts to himself and hoped with whole his heart that wherever he was, Harry was safe. Sighing he glanced a last time to the Slytherin's table before departing back to the common room. He wanted to prepare the potion they were going to make today and hopefully, lessen his chance of ruining it.
-DNDN-
Draco's day couldn't be better. He had come up with a good plan to get rid of the Headmaster. Potter had been absent for the entire day and most importantly, Longbottom couldn't keep his eyes of him. Yes, today was a good day.
"Draco!" Pansy whined while trying to link her arm around his, but with a swift move he avoided her. The woman pouted and tried again without success.
"Give it up, Pansy!" Blaise chuckled from behind them. "He clearly has someone else." The blond rolled his eyes at his friend, but his mind betrayed him with thoughts of a certain Gryffindor. Pansy glared at Zabini, who just laughed aloud. If he could get under the woman's skin, he would.
"Draco doesn't cheat!" At that the blond had to smirk.
"Correct, I can't cheat when I'm not dating anyone," he stated, and his smirk grew as he saw the hurt expression. He couldn't help but wonder how that expression would look on Neville. Speaking of the devil, the Gryffindor crossed the corridor before his eyes. "I'll see you guys later," he mumbled ignoring the protesting sounds coming from the girl beside him and sped after his prey. Stalking after Longbottom, he waited until they turned in the next corridor that was empty. He was just about yell a stopping order when the Gryffindor suddenly stopped and turned towards him.
"What do you want?" Neville yelled with his wand aimed straight at him. Surprised and a little shocked the Slytherin stopped in his tracks and could only blink before wondering if the shy boy could actually hurt anyone. "Draco?"
'Ah,' the blond realised, 'he didn't know it was me." Somehow that relieved him. "I thought you would love to see me as you couldn't keep your eyes of me," he smirked as Neville turned red.
"I-I didn't..."
"You didn't want to see me?" Draco played hurt and he loved how his prey started to freak out.
"No, I did- Wait- Yes? No? What?" Feeling the smirk on his lips turn into a smile, he stalked closer until they were only inches apart. His eyes glanced at the door behind the Gryffindor and he could already imagine having the other's body pressed between his and the wood. Opening his mouth to deliver a sweet invitation, the sudden ring of his name made him widen his eyes in surprise.
"Draco!" Pansy yelled running towards them and the blond sent a heated glare her way.
"Didn't I say later?!" his voice dangerously rose, and he noted Longbottom back off. Without thinking he grabbed the other before he could escape and blinked, realising what he just had done. Normally, he wouldn't even think about touching the shy Gryffindor, but their relationship wasn't normal anymore.
"Yes, but... What do you want with Longbottom?" Pansy asked while looking confused from one to the other.
"I don't think that's any of your bloody business," the blond hissed manoeuvring his prey behind him. He looked like a leopard protecting his freshly caught meal from another predator. The girl frowned and eyed the Gryffindor.
"You're trying to find out where Potter's?" she asked while not taking her eyes of Neville. "He's probably bleeding to death somewhere in a corner." Draco felt his prey step closer. "I don't know why our Lord sees him as a hindrance. He's pretty stupid."
"Harry isn't stupid!" Too both Slytherins' surprises, Neville had stepped past Draco and was holding his wand under Pansy's chin. He was shivering but it only made the image more deranged.
"He's friends with you, the useless. Maybe you're the one who's making him stupid," she spat, and Neville pulled his arm from Draco's grip. "Don't ever call Harry stupid. He's more than you could ever be." With every sentence the dark blond moved away from the blond making it look like he was also yelling at him. "You're just a scared snake that can only suck up to that damned Lord of yours! You will never know what it's like to protect the ones you love! If you can love at all!" Greyish eyes widened.
"How dare you!" Draco hissed and saw the blue eyes dart between him and Pansy. With one swift move of his wand the Gryffindor flew through the air until a wall stopped him. Pansy immediately yelled a spell of her own and Neville's head got thrown backwards against the wall over and over again. Balding his hands Draco could only stare at the battered Gryffindor until he was unconscious. Pansy laughed like mad and walked to the motionless body to kick it.
"Parkinson!" Immediately the girl stopped and turned towards him. He knew he was looking like mad and that was probably the only reason she listened to him. "Get out of here!" She hesitated for a second, but a warning glance made her move. For a couple of minutes, the only thing Draco could do was stare down at the Gryffindor. 'How dare you!' he thought again before letting his wand raise the body and transport it to the classroom he had been eyeing earlier. Locking the door behind him he dropped the body on a desk before hovering over it.
-DNDN-
Feeling pleasure shoot through his body Neville gasped for air. Another wave and his nails scratched over the hard surface he was laying on. Opening his eyes with the next wave he found Draco moving over him. Suddenly it hit him. "Draco stop!" he yelled before screaming it out with the next thrust. "No..."
"Shut up!" the blond screamed while briskly wiping of the tears that were staining the dark blond's cheeks. "Dra-..."
"Stop crying! You like this!" shedding tears Neville shook his head. Even if it was pleasure, he was feeling, he didn't like this. Again, he pleaded for the other to stop but as response the blond grabbed his cock and started to stroke it, ruthlessly.
"Stop... please..." he sobbed and suddenly the Slytherin's lips were on his neck. Sucking and nibbling Draco marked him before moving to his lips and forcing a kiss on him as he felt his insides being coated. With newfound strength, Neville pushed Draco's chest backwards and caught the greyish eyes. He immediately wished he hadn't. They looked full of anguish down at him and he felt new tears drip from his eyes. Trembling, he raised his hands and laid them on both cheeks.
"Please stop Draco..." he pleaded a last time and the blond jumped away from him like he was on fire. The Slytherin started pacing sideways with his head between his hands not even bothering to put his limp penis back into his pants. Neville forced his upper body up while supporting himself with his arms. Never did his eyes leave the blond, who briskly turned to him. The desperate eyes had changed back into angry ones.
"You..." Draco started, "really are completely useless!" he spat and fresh tears spilled from blue eyes. For a moment, the Slytherin seemed to feel remorse but just as quickly he turned around and got the hell away from him. Neville could only stare at the half open door and somehow, he couldn't stop his tears.
"Stupid Neville!" he spoke to himself while getting off the desk. "You really thought he cared?" He whined as semen seeped down his legs. Feeling dirty and uncomfortable, he remembered a spell Hermione had made him practice and his hand went to his wand but found nothing. Panicking he turned his sleeve inside out without luck. Biting his lip, he hobbled to the door and peered into the corridor. Immediately his eyes fell on his property and he sighed in relief. Picking it up, he hobbled back into the classroom and used the cleaning charm before pronounced Hermione's spell as good as he could. He had to repeat it a couple of times before the uneasiness was almost completely gone. Quickly he redressed himself testing with every move if the spell had worked correctly. He didn't really feel it any longer. "See I'm not useless," he mumbled to the half open door and Draco's last words rang through his mind again. He couldn't stop new tears from forming. As quickly as he could, he ran to his dormitory and didn't even glance at his friends sitting before the fireplace in the common room.
"Neville?" Ginny called after him, but he ignored her as he ascended the stairs.
"Mate?" Ron's voice sounded close behind him and made him turn around.
"What's wrong?" the redhead immediately asked when he met his eyes and he cringed. He didn't want to recall it for the third time and gave Hermione who stopped behind the Weasley a pleading look.
"Come Ron, let's give Neville some time alone." She got the message and pulled the reddish haired teen back down. Turning around again, Neville continued his way away from Ron's protests. He fell down on his bed and against his will his thoughts ran back to those dreaded word. His crying only worsened.
"I'm not useless," he whined at himself, wanting to make himself believe it. He raised his legs to his chest but before they could a sudden weight appeared on top of him. Panicking, he looked up into green eyes and screamed. The boy on top of him fell of his bed and he stared in shock at his roommate.
"H-Harry!" the Boy-Who-lived looked disorientated around before letting his eyes stop on the dark blond.
"Neville?" And the shy boy threw himself at him.
"Harry!" he cried as he didn't stop his tears this time.
"Neville, what happened?" Harry started to stroke his back only stopping after ten minutes when he had calmed down and the shy boy quickly withdrew.
"Sorry, where have you been, Harry? Everyone's been worried sick," he asked while wiping his blue orbs. The Chosen-One's lips parted to answer but then his eyes landed on his neck.
'Oh no!' Neville's breath stuck.
"What's that?" Harry grabbed Neville's collar and pulled it downwards to get a better look. "Is-is that a hickey?" he asked surprised and those dreaded words rang through the dark blond's mind like poison. His vision immediately blurred again, and he got pulled back into the other's arms. "Who did it, Neville? It wasn't consensual, was it?" The quivering boy shook his head as the hand on his back calmed him down again, but he couldn't tell him. "Who is it, Neville?" Harry asked again and he hesitated. He realised that he really wanted to tell somebody and slowly opened his mouth.
"Harry?!" Hermione suddenly yelled from behind them. She ran towards the two boys and hugged them both. "You're back, Harry! What did he do?!" she demanded the last but before Harry could answer or calm her Ron and Ginny were standing over them.
"Mate!" the older of the two Weasleys yelled as he stepped next to Hermione. Questions came and didn't stop.
"Guys, guys please," Harry begged them in the end. "I don't have a lot of time. I need to see Dumbledore." Hermione looked horrified but complied and got up.
"You're not going back, are you?" Ron yelled hysterical.
'Back to where?' Neville wondered while looking from one to the other. The Boy-Who-Lived gave his best friend a sad look.
"I can't really stop him, can I?"
'What?!'
"Don't you know the spell? Can't Dumbledore cast a counter?"
"Ron." Ginny tried to calm down her brother. She was looking just as confused as Neville, who was actually relieved he wasn't the only one who didn't understand.
"Let's go to Dumbledore I'll explain everything in his office," Harry said while looking at Ron.
"Fine, let's go." Immediately the reddish haired teen got up and walked out of the door.
"Ginny, could you get Luna?" The ginger girl nodded a little surprised.
"Are you all right?" Hermione asked, pulling Neville's attention from Harry. He smiled sadly at her and thanked her. She laid her hand on his back and rubbed it soothingly.
"Are you guys coming or what?" Ron popped his head back in the room.
"We're coming, Ronald," Hermione answered a little annoyed before giving the dark blond a last worried look.
"I'm fine." Neville mumbled as both of them got up.
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