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Authors note: This chapter is a little messed; I was rather depressed while writing it. Next one will be better, I hope to add it sooner then I added
this one.
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The next morning Harry woke up but didn't get out of bed, he didn't feel like it. He knew no one would come looking for him for a while. Harry tried not to think about Neville, he really did, but he wanted to fix things, he loved Neville, he didn't want Neville to hate him, he didn't want to hurt
Neville.
But it was his love for the boy that got him in this mess in the first place wasn't it? Harry didn't want to think about it anymore. He tried to
go to bed, but instead ended up just staring into space.
It was about noon before anyone came looking for Harry, thank god for the
weekend.
"Wake up Harry!" Ron yelled and pulled back the hangings of Harry's bed. Harry proceeded to climb under his blankets, but Ron pulled those back too.
"Fuck off would you?" Harry grumbled trying to hide, but Ron had left
nothing on his bed to hide under.
"No. Get out of bed, you're being almost as bad as Neville; Honestly. Why
are the two of you wasting a good Saturday sleeping!?" Ron said while
pulling Harry off the bed by a foot.
"Neville's still sleeping?" Harry asked looking confused; Restraining
himself from kicking Ron as he usually would.
"Naw, we got him up about hour ago. He's less violent." Ron said tossing
Harry a pair of clean pants and a T-shirt.
***
Harry decided he was going to confront Neville, he wasn't going to tell
Neville how he felt, but he was going to see if he could do anything to
make Neville less angry with him.
After escaping Ron and Hermione he set out to find Neville, his first stop was at the greenhouses. Surprisingly Neville wasn't there; usually he was
while he was in a mood.
Harry checked a lot of different places, eventually he had to use the bathroom. Harry used the bathroom and when he came out, there Neville was,
looking at himself in a mirror, mumbling to himself.
"Neville?" Harry asked quietly.
Neville turned in surprise. "What are you doing here!?" Neville said in an
awkward tone.
"Using the bathroom. though. I was looking for you. you know. Before I had to go to the bathroom." Harry muttered and went to the sink; he turned on
the water and proceeded to wash his hands.
"Why were you looking for me..?" Neville mumbled curiously but defensively
at the same time.
"I wanted to talk to you about yesterday.. And the day before." Harry said quietly, he wiped his hands dry on his T-shirt; he hadn't bothered putting
on his robe, because it was the weekend after all.
Neville glared and turned away. "What about them?" he crossed his arms,
almost hugging himself, trying to make himself look more distant and
comfort himself at the same time.
"Why are you so mad at me Neville.? Are you afraid of me.?" Harry asked, getting a little ahead of himself, he hadn't really planned on asking the
second question.
Neville turned and glared at Harry. "Why would I be afraid of you!? What is there to be afraid of!? You wouldn't hurt me that'd a like hurting a child wouldn't it!?" Neville was talking loud, angry, not quite yelling yet, but close. Neville was so mad, why did Harry think he was afraid of him!? Harry
wasn't that powerful or mean! Why would Neville fear him, he wasn't a
child, he hated being treated like one.
"Neville.. Calm down.. What the hell are you talking about.? You're not a child. And Id never hurt you!" Harry said he was confused as hell, "what is
he talking about..? Why does he compare himself to a child?" Harry
wondered.
Neville hit Harry, hard. Harry fell backwards and hit his head, his lip was
bleeding. "Stay away from me Potter! I don't need your pity!" Neville yelled and glared at Harry, he then proceeded to run out of the room and
back to gryffindor common room.
Harry felt his lip, it was swollen, bleeding and stung something horrible; Neville had quite a left hook. Harry's head felt weird, a fuzzy feeling was coming over him; he reached a hand around and felt the back of his head, it was bleeding too. Harry didn't have the will to stay awake. He felt empty;
at least this time he wasn't crying himself to sleep.
Authors note: This chapter is a little messed; I was rather depressed while writing it. Next one will be better, I hope to add it sooner then I added
this one.
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The next morning Harry woke up but didn't get out of bed, he didn't feel like it. He knew no one would come looking for him for a while. Harry tried not to think about Neville, he really did, but he wanted to fix things, he loved Neville, he didn't want Neville to hate him, he didn't want to hurt
Neville.
But it was his love for the boy that got him in this mess in the first place wasn't it? Harry didn't want to think about it anymore. He tried to
go to bed, but instead ended up just staring into space.
It was about noon before anyone came looking for Harry, thank god for the
weekend.
"Wake up Harry!" Ron yelled and pulled back the hangings of Harry's bed. Harry proceeded to climb under his blankets, but Ron pulled those back too.
"Fuck off would you?" Harry grumbled trying to hide, but Ron had left
nothing on his bed to hide under.
"No. Get out of bed, you're being almost as bad as Neville; Honestly. Why
are the two of you wasting a good Saturday sleeping!?" Ron said while
pulling Harry off the bed by a foot.
"Neville's still sleeping?" Harry asked looking confused; Restraining
himself from kicking Ron as he usually would.
"Naw, we got him up about hour ago. He's less violent." Ron said tossing
Harry a pair of clean pants and a T-shirt.
***
Harry decided he was going to confront Neville, he wasn't going to tell
Neville how he felt, but he was going to see if he could do anything to
make Neville less angry with him.
After escaping Ron and Hermione he set out to find Neville, his first stop was at the greenhouses. Surprisingly Neville wasn't there; usually he was
while he was in a mood.
Harry checked a lot of different places, eventually he had to use the bathroom. Harry used the bathroom and when he came out, there Neville was,
looking at himself in a mirror, mumbling to himself.
"Neville?" Harry asked quietly.
Neville turned in surprise. "What are you doing here!?" Neville said in an
awkward tone.
"Using the bathroom. though. I was looking for you. you know. Before I had to go to the bathroom." Harry muttered and went to the sink; he turned on
the water and proceeded to wash his hands.
"Why were you looking for me..?" Neville mumbled curiously but defensively
at the same time.
"I wanted to talk to you about yesterday.. And the day before." Harry said quietly, he wiped his hands dry on his T-shirt; he hadn't bothered putting
on his robe, because it was the weekend after all.
Neville glared and turned away. "What about them?" he crossed his arms,
almost hugging himself, trying to make himself look more distant and
comfort himself at the same time.
"Why are you so mad at me Neville.? Are you afraid of me.?" Harry asked, getting a little ahead of himself, he hadn't really planned on asking the
second question.
Neville turned and glared at Harry. "Why would I be afraid of you!? What is there to be afraid of!? You wouldn't hurt me that'd a like hurting a child wouldn't it!?" Neville was talking loud, angry, not quite yelling yet, but close. Neville was so mad, why did Harry think he was afraid of him!? Harry
wasn't that powerful or mean! Why would Neville fear him, he wasn't a
child, he hated being treated like one.
"Neville.. Calm down.. What the hell are you talking about.? You're not a child. And Id never hurt you!" Harry said he was confused as hell, "what is
he talking about..? Why does he compare himself to a child?" Harry
wondered.
Neville hit Harry, hard. Harry fell backwards and hit his head, his lip was
bleeding. "Stay away from me Potter! I don't need your pity!" Neville yelled and glared at Harry, he then proceeded to run out of the room and
back to gryffindor common room.
Harry felt his lip, it was swollen, bleeding and stung something horrible; Neville had quite a left hook. Harry's head felt weird, a fuzzy feeling was coming over him; he reached a hand around and felt the back of his head, it was bleeding too. Harry didn't have the will to stay awake. He felt empty;
at least this time he wasn't crying himself to sleep.