The Boy Who Cried - Part VII
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To learn more about this fic and its place in the altraverse I've
created, go to my website at http://www.geocities.com/ratheramutemwiya/
Warning: This is slash, like all my Harry Potter fics. This is Neville
and Draco... a pairing I have *never* seen before I wrote this, but if
anyone knows of a Neville/Draco fic out there somewhere, lemme know in
the review so I can read it!
Warning even to People who can Tolerate Slash: You aren't going to like
my potrayal of Neville, I can almost guarantee it... but please read
anyways!!
Note to readers: Yes, I am aware that this part came out wayyyy
later than I promised. In actuality, this and the next part of The
Girl Who Loved were written ages ago, but I wasn't happy with the
way my first plot had turned out- thus this rewrite. Please review
with your comments. I'm not happy with it still, so...
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Draco cleared his throat uncomfortably as Neville slipped out of the
invisibility cloak. The two remained standing apart, a new tension
between them. Draco, desparate to start some conversation, asked
suddenly, "So, why were you so angry when Ron showed up today? You
said you'd tell me later... and if nothing else, it's later."
Neville almost laughed at the mundanity of the query. He could not
help but contrast it with the romance stories he'd read wistfully
over the last year- all filled with page after page of loving words
and poetic exchanges. Somehow, he found this preferable- he could
not imagine Draco spouting love sonnetts without ensuing hilarity.
Feeling Draco's gaze upon him, Neville blushed. "Oh, right! I just
didn't want... didn't want to face him, I suppose." Sighing bitterly,
he continued, "Ron's always had everything, and still he's spent his
days whining and moaning. I can only take so much exposure to that."
Draco grinned, "Well, as long as that's all."
Neville raised his eyebrows. "What else did you think it might have
been?"
"I was worried that maybe you... fancied him." The words were out
before Draco had time to think. Really Draco, he chided himself,
jealous already and you haven't even admitted yet that you like him.
"Me fancy *Ron*?!" Neville snickered. "Hardly. There's only... there's
only one boy in this school that I fancy."
Draco focused his gaze on a point above Neville's head. "And there is
only one I fancy as well."
Neville took a step closer to Draco, one hand extended. "Then, Draco,
would you consider... going out with me sometime?"
Draco clasped Neville's hand with a nod. "Yes, that would be wonderful."
The sound of Mrs. Norris's meows as she stalked through the corridors
jolted the boys from their thoughts. Slipping the cloak once more
around his shoulders, Neville whispered, "I'll see you later, Draco."
Draco smiled at the air in front of him, "Count on it." Turning, he
hastened back to Slytherin's dungeons, while Neville made his way
carefully back to the Gryffindor dorm.
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Neville whistled cheerfully as he fixed his robes over himself and
brushed his hair, wanting to look his best. Draco liked him. It was
silly, it was shameful, it was "wrong"... but Neville didn't care.
It wasn't like he had any friends to lose by it, indeed, Draco had
been his first real friend.
Harry watched as Neville came down the stairs to the common room,
looking so cheerful that Harry grimaced. Even Neville had found
something to make him happy, whereas he.. the boy who lived Potter..
remained alone. Hermione, Ginny, and Ron had already passed this
way, all ignoring him. As if he no longer mattered. As if he might
as well not exist.
Gathering his books, Harry left the common room in silence, leaving
the laughter and joy behind to those who belonged there. It seemed
he didn't belong anywhere any more.
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Akwardness fell upon Neville as he approached the Slytherin table.
Pansy was there. He'd forgotten about her, somehow, last night.
Now, as she sat smugly beside Draco, her presence was almost too
real for Neville to handle and he halted, looking to Draco for
some sign.
Draco and Pansy had never seemed like a strong couple to Neville,
but then, he rarely saw them together. Draco clearly prefered
the company of Crabbe and Goyle to Pansy... since Neville had
joined Draco's little group, he'd encountered Pansy even less than
previously. But still...
Seeing Neville standing alone, Draco gestured for him to join them.
Neville grimaced, but decided there was nothing to be gained by
avoidance. His robes fluttering around him, he took a seat beside
Draco.
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Pansy looked at Draco worriedly. For days he'd been avoiding her...
and now, he seemed far more interested in Neville than her. After
yet another unsuccessful attempt at engaging him in conversation,
Pansy turned to her food, stabbing her fork angrily into the eggs
on her plate as she tried to contain her fury. How *dare* Draco
ignore her?
Draco looked from Pansy to Neville. Neither one seemed too pleased
with him at the moment. He hadn't expected to keep both of them as
dates, but he had thought they would at least be willing to play
along while he worked out what to do. His choice was made, had been
made last night, but it was still dreadfully unfair of Pansy to
sit and act like Draco had committed an unredeemable sin by not
spending time with her.
Neville was an annoyance too, much as Draco hated to admit it.
Draco wasn't cut out for a monogamous relationship... and he could
hardly declare to the school his intention of dating Neville even
if that were all he wanted.
Finishing his meal, Draco turned politely to Pansy. "Pansy dear,
would you mind meeting me in the library after breakfast. We need
to talk." With that, he rose and left the main hall.
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As Pansy made her way to the library, she already knew what Draco
was going to say. Those words... "We need to talk"... Pansy had
always prided herself that no one would say them to her, that she
would always leave her lovers first, before they could hurt her.
But Draco had always been different. She'd been hoping not to
have to leave him at all, and so she had ignored the signs he was
drifting away from her. And now, she had lost him.
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To be Continued.... See the box below? Write something there and I
in turn will write faster. Pretty please!!!
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To learn more about this fic and its place in the altraverse I've
created, go to my website at http://www.geocities.com/ratheramutemwiya/
Warning: This is slash, like all my Harry Potter fics. This is Neville
and Draco... a pairing I have *never* seen before I wrote this, but if
anyone knows of a Neville/Draco fic out there somewhere, lemme know in
the review so I can read it!
Warning even to People who can Tolerate Slash: You aren't going to like
my potrayal of Neville, I can almost guarantee it... but please read
anyways!!
Note to readers: Yes, I am aware that this part came out wayyyy
later than I promised. In actuality, this and the next part of The
Girl Who Loved were written ages ago, but I wasn't happy with the
way my first plot had turned out- thus this rewrite. Please review
with your comments. I'm not happy with it still, so...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Draco cleared his throat uncomfortably as Neville slipped out of the
invisibility cloak. The two remained standing apart, a new tension
between them. Draco, desparate to start some conversation, asked
suddenly, "So, why were you so angry when Ron showed up today? You
said you'd tell me later... and if nothing else, it's later."
Neville almost laughed at the mundanity of the query. He could not
help but contrast it with the romance stories he'd read wistfully
over the last year- all filled with page after page of loving words
and poetic exchanges. Somehow, he found this preferable- he could
not imagine Draco spouting love sonnetts without ensuing hilarity.
Feeling Draco's gaze upon him, Neville blushed. "Oh, right! I just
didn't want... didn't want to face him, I suppose." Sighing bitterly,
he continued, "Ron's always had everything, and still he's spent his
days whining and moaning. I can only take so much exposure to that."
Draco grinned, "Well, as long as that's all."
Neville raised his eyebrows. "What else did you think it might have
been?"
"I was worried that maybe you... fancied him." The words were out
before Draco had time to think. Really Draco, he chided himself,
jealous already and you haven't even admitted yet that you like him.
"Me fancy *Ron*?!" Neville snickered. "Hardly. There's only... there's
only one boy in this school that I fancy."
Draco focused his gaze on a point above Neville's head. "And there is
only one I fancy as well."
Neville took a step closer to Draco, one hand extended. "Then, Draco,
would you consider... going out with me sometime?"
Draco clasped Neville's hand with a nod. "Yes, that would be wonderful."
The sound of Mrs. Norris's meows as she stalked through the corridors
jolted the boys from their thoughts. Slipping the cloak once more
around his shoulders, Neville whispered, "I'll see you later, Draco."
Draco smiled at the air in front of him, "Count on it." Turning, he
hastened back to Slytherin's dungeons, while Neville made his way
carefully back to the Gryffindor dorm.
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Neville whistled cheerfully as he fixed his robes over himself and
brushed his hair, wanting to look his best. Draco liked him. It was
silly, it was shameful, it was "wrong"... but Neville didn't care.
It wasn't like he had any friends to lose by it, indeed, Draco had
been his first real friend.
Harry watched as Neville came down the stairs to the common room,
looking so cheerful that Harry grimaced. Even Neville had found
something to make him happy, whereas he.. the boy who lived Potter..
remained alone. Hermione, Ginny, and Ron had already passed this
way, all ignoring him. As if he no longer mattered. As if he might
as well not exist.
Gathering his books, Harry left the common room in silence, leaving
the laughter and joy behind to those who belonged there. It seemed
he didn't belong anywhere any more.
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Akwardness fell upon Neville as he approached the Slytherin table.
Pansy was there. He'd forgotten about her, somehow, last night.
Now, as she sat smugly beside Draco, her presence was almost too
real for Neville to handle and he halted, looking to Draco for
some sign.
Draco and Pansy had never seemed like a strong couple to Neville,
but then, he rarely saw them together. Draco clearly prefered
the company of Crabbe and Goyle to Pansy... since Neville had
joined Draco's little group, he'd encountered Pansy even less than
previously. But still...
Seeing Neville standing alone, Draco gestured for him to join them.
Neville grimaced, but decided there was nothing to be gained by
avoidance. His robes fluttering around him, he took a seat beside
Draco.
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Pansy looked at Draco worriedly. For days he'd been avoiding her...
and now, he seemed far more interested in Neville than her. After
yet another unsuccessful attempt at engaging him in conversation,
Pansy turned to her food, stabbing her fork angrily into the eggs
on her plate as she tried to contain her fury. How *dare* Draco
ignore her?
Draco looked from Pansy to Neville. Neither one seemed too pleased
with him at the moment. He hadn't expected to keep both of them as
dates, but he had thought they would at least be willing to play
along while he worked out what to do. His choice was made, had been
made last night, but it was still dreadfully unfair of Pansy to
sit and act like Draco had committed an unredeemable sin by not
spending time with her.
Neville was an annoyance too, much as Draco hated to admit it.
Draco wasn't cut out for a monogamous relationship... and he could
hardly declare to the school his intention of dating Neville even
if that were all he wanted.
Finishing his meal, Draco turned politely to Pansy. "Pansy dear,
would you mind meeting me in the library after breakfast. We need
to talk." With that, he rose and left the main hall.
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As Pansy made her way to the library, she already knew what Draco
was going to say. Those words... "We need to talk"... Pansy had
always prided herself that no one would say them to her, that she
would always leave her lovers first, before they could hurt her.
But Draco had always been different. She'd been hoping not to
have to leave him at all, and so she had ignored the signs he was
drifting away from her. And now, she had lost him.
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To be Continued.... See the box below? Write something there and I
in turn will write faster. Pretty please!!!
