Neville's POV:
He sat beside Blaise, willing for his eyes to stay on the board. Every now and then he'd glance at Blaise, which only made his thoughts from yesterday replay in his brain.
He instead stares at the book that was open on the table. The lesson was about Rowena Ravenclaw and Neville thought that, maybe if he'd listen it would be interesting. However, it's always hard to listen to Professor Binns's boring, monotone voice. That only made it harder to ignore Blaise.
He should stop thinking about it! Blaise wouldn't give that gift let alone be that kind and understanding. Especially since he has noticed no one at all speaking about the things he wrote down, which means this guy actually is genuine. Even if it isn't Blaise, he really should stop thinking about the things that were filling his mind. He doesn't even like boys! He likes girls. He liked Hannah, right?
He then began to wonder how his father would feel if he happened to like boys. It ranged from supportive and loving to scary and mean. But he shouldn't think about that either. He shouldn't think about his father at all, it'll only make him upset and then he'll embarrass himself in front of everyone.
He leans back and Blaise gives him a look. Not a particularly bad one, but it still made Neville feel insecure. He looks back at the desk then leans back as well and crosses his arms over his chest.
He notices Blaise open his mouth, then close it back again. Then open his mouth once more, tilt towards Neville and whisper very softly, "Hey, uh... I never really thanked you for picking up my stuff yesterday."
"It's-" His face burned at the squeak he made. He clears his throat softly then whispers, "It's fine, I d-don't need a thanks."
"I'm giving one anyway. Thank you." He whispers with a smirk.
Neville's face burned and he felt that funny feeling again. The more he looked at Blaise, the more he glanced at his lips. Then the dreadful, but rather appealing, thoughts replayed in his head. He wanted to kiss Blaise, but why?
His chest tightened and he felt a lump form in his throat. He can't do this, not today. He reaches into his pocket and quickly slips on the bracelet. Blaise takes notice to this, but says nothing at all. His muscles relax and he takes a silent deep breath. Everything is ok.
"Are you alright?" Blaise whispers beside him.
Why does he care?! Neville nods in return then covers the left side of his cheek with his hand at an attempt to hide his blush from Blaise.
"Uh... How have you been?" He whispers to Neville. Again, why does he care?!
"Fine." Neville snaps quietly. That seems to shut Blaise up.
Draco's POV:
Draco knew what was coming soon. Harry was about to be seventeen, which means he had to kill Dumbledore fast, or the Dark Lord's plans would be ruined. If his plans are ruined, that means he'll either die or be tortured for the rest of his life. Or perhaps both.
Late that night he was told that Dumbledore was in the astronomy tower. This was his time. It's kill or be killed.
He heard voices. From who, he didn't know. He made his way up the steps as saw Dumbledore standing there alone, looking at the sky.
He drew his wand, holding it tight in his hand and pointing it at Dumbledore. All he had to do was say Avada Kedavra, then everything would be ok.
His hand shook and he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Dumbledore turned around and looked at Draco with the same calm expression he always had.
"Draco, what are you doing?" He asks him.
"Who else is here? I heard you talking!" Draco shouts.
"I speak to myself quite often, you should try it some time." Dumbledore says. Draco gives him a strange look. He's pointing a wand at him and all he does is speak to him like it's all normal. "Draco, you are no killer."
"Oh, now you seem to know everything about me?! You know nothing! Nothing!" He shouts.
"A cursed necklace and a tea laced with poison? Your efforts prove to me that... you simply don't have the heart to kill me. Draco, you have a good heart-"
"Shut up! You don't know a thing about me! What will get you to understand that, huh?! Trust me, I was chosen for this job!" He aggressive pulls up his sleeve, revealing the dark mark engraved into his skin. All the while, his hands shook with fear. He only hoped Dumbledore didn't notice. This was no time to be seen as a coward.
"Alright... I will make it easier for you." He draws his wand, but Draco acts fast.
"Expelliarmus!" He shouts, Dumbledore's wand flying from his hand.
"Very good." Dumbledore compliments. Bangs could be heard from the bottom of the tower. "Oh... you aren't alone. How'd you get them in here?"
"The vanishing cabinet... In the room of requirement." Draco informs.
"Very smart of you Draco... Now listen to me. I knew someone just like you. He was special, had a good heart. But he made all the wrong decisions. I know what you're going through. Please, let me help you."
Draco rolls his eyes. "Give me a break!" He shouts again, his voice cracking from the volume. "I don't want your bloody help! I don't need it!"
"I can help you! I can keep you safe. Don't think I don't know... I know more than you think."
"You don't get it, do you?! If I don't do this... I'll die." His voice cracks and a single tear falls down his face. "I'll-"
"Oh, hello." He jerks his head in the direction of the new voice that just entered. He blinks back the tears when he notices it's his Aunt Bellatrix. She smirks and stands behind him. "Well done, dear nephew."
"Good evening, Bellatrix... What a delight to see you here." Dumbledore says calmly. His Aunt just giggles.
"Go on, do it!" urges Greyback.
He stands there, shaking like mad. Soft whimpers escape his mouth.
"Do it!" Aunt Bellatrix shouts at him.
He couldn't. He just couldn't.
"Stop," Comes a familiar voice.
"Severus..." says Dumbledore, a single tear falling down his face.
"Avada Kedavra." says Snape, no hesitation whatsoever. Draco almost gasps as he watches Dumbledore fall backwards, right off the side of the tower.
His Aunt's squeaky, manic laughter fills the tower. She twirls around the room, running to the railing and hold up her wand. She sends flashes of green light in the sky. He looks up, seeing the dark mark form in the clouds. Nothing but darkness fills the world around him.
Greyback grabs his arm and pulls him down the steps. Meanwhile he's trying his best not to freak out. Dumbledore just died... right in front of him. Professor Snape killed him!
He is pulled away from the castle and the other death eaters join them. His Aunt apparates them back to the Manor where his parents and the Dark Lord sit there waiting for them. He gulps.
"It is done, my lord." Aunt Bellatrix says with a smirk.
"Well done!" The Dark Lord says happily.
"How'd you do it, Draco?" His father says, a look of pride on his face.
Draco drops his gaze to the floor and opens his mouth to speak, but Greyback speaks instead.
"He didn't do it, Severus did it!"
"Really now?" His father says, glaring at Draco in anger. He grabs his wand and points it right at Draco. His heart races. He's going to die.
"Lucius, lower your wand." The Dark Lord commands calmly. His father slowly lowers his weapon, but doesn't stop staring at Draco as if he was trying to strike him down with his eyes. "We all knew he'd never be able to do it... While I wouldn't mind you killing him otherwise, we need him. If anyone can beat Harry Potter, it is your son."