Title: Only Time, Chapter Six

Author: frkwerewolf

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco/Neville

Rating: R

Summary: Arranged marriage. Contracts. Ruined Life. Possible Romance. Crazy Families.

Chapter Summary: The insane Draco Malfoy.

Neville should of known from the beginning that someone like Draco Malfoy would be psychotic. The Slytherin was insane, and that was the simple truth of it. Not only what he insane, though, he was also a liar and a schemist. That first true day of their relationship, all starting with a book of naughty pictures, seemed to be the last.

It wasn't that Draco was being mean per say. It was more like Draco couldn't make up his mind. After Potions Draco had turned on Neville. Not literally, of course. It wouldn't do to have ones emotions get the best of them. If Draco was even feeling at the time. Neville had a theory, though he knew it was a long shot. Still, Neville had been known to be right about these things. Since most of his life had been spent observing people from outside their circles, Neville had a good ability in discovering who someone really was.

Draco had been an enigma, up until Neville actually took the time to see him. Before, Neville had taken everything Harry and Ron said from the mouth as honesty. Really, Draco never seemed the nicest person in the world, and Harry was trustworthy. Now, though? Neville could tell that things weren't as simple as good and evil, bad Slytherin and nice Gryffindor.

Draco was a good person. Neville knew this, though no one would agree. He was devious, snarky, a menace, and spoilt. But, after all of that? Draco was simply a young man that was never given a choice in his life.

He could still be an asshole, though.

"I don't need your fat arse taking up my space, Longbottom." Neville simply watched as Draco stalked away.

"You deserve better." Harry informed him, stepping into the spot that Draco had once stood. The string of students heading toward dinner walked around the two.

"Do I?" Neville responded.

"Yes. He's a prat." Harry stated calmly. Neville snorted slightly and followed him into the Great Hall. Once they had been seated, Harry continued. "Seriously, Neville. I don't see why you even bother to get on his good side. He's not worth it."

"I'm being forced to spend the rest of my life with him, Harry." Neville told him softly. "My life, and his, would be much better of if we could get along. Draco is okay. He just has his bad moments."

"Moments?" Harry gave him a look. "Is that all they are? Moments? Very long moments if you ask me."

"Draco's complex. He has... Issues." Neville replied.

"Issues. Right." Harry nodded, though a small smirk was fighting to appear on his face.

"Oh, shut up."

"I'm starting to think that Malfoy has had a bad influence on you, Neville." Harry said.

"No, he's just shown me that I should act myself around everyone, and not just in the greenhouse." Neville replied.

"Why do I get the feeling that was a reference to something sexual?" Harry mused.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed from across the table.

"What?" Harry gave her a purely innocent look. Hermione scowled.

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"Bugger off, Longbottom." Draco growled.

"That one is new." Neville commented.

"Excuse me?" Draco asked, giving Neville dark look.

"Normally you comment on my arse." Neville explained. Draco looked for a moment like he wanted to strangle something to death. Preferably Neville.

"Go away."

"No, I don't think so." Neville replied. Draco narrowed his eyes. "You see, this has been going on for quite a few days. It's repetitive, Draco. I'm suddenly immune to your snarky charm."

"Lovely." Draco stated.

"Isn't it, though?" Neville grinned. Draco growled slightly under his breath. "Anyway. You do know what tomorrow is, don't you?"

" ....Crap." Draco replied.

"My sentiments exactly." Neville nodded. Tomorrow was the day they went home for Christmas. Neville was not looking forward to showing his home and family to Draco of all people. Neville just prayed that everyone attempted to be nice and normal.

"Bloody hell, it never ends!" Draco exclaimed dramatically, kicking the stone wall of the castle out of a spurt of anger. Thankfully, no one had been around to see this little mini-tantrum. Care of Magical Creatures was over for the day, and all the other students had gone to their common rooms.

"Look, I was just going to ask you if you wanted to sit together on the tra-" Neville stopped mid sentence at the purely angered look Draco was giving him. Clearing his throat, Neville nodded. "Yeah, okay. We'll meet at King's Cross then, eh?"

"Fine." Draco mumbled.

"Think you can survive this, Draco?" Neville asked.

"I can handle your family just fine, Longbottom." Draco scowled. "It's you who should be scared."

"I can handle a bunch of rich Death Eaters, Malfoy." Neville said, his voice suddenly cold. Draco's eyes widened slightly in shock. Neville looked away for a moment, took a deep breath, and then met Draco's eyes. "There is nothing your family can do to me that will not be worse than what mine does to me. Trust me."

"What are you getting at, Longbottom?" Draco asked, stepping forward. "What does your family do that's so bad? Do they ignore you? Do they call you worthless? Do they call you fat? Hate to tell you... But that's true."

Neville narrowed his eyes, bringing forward a glare that rivaled Draco's worst look. Then, with a burst of anger, Neville punched Draco in the face. Draco let out a curse, falling to the ground and clutching his left eye. Neville didn't stop there. He leapt on top of Draco, straddled his waist, and proceeded to hit Draco with all his might.

It was at the first sight of blood that Neville stopped punching Draco. Gasping for breath, Neville stared down at Draco whimpering form. Draco slowly removed his arms from blocking his face and stared up at Neville. The Gryffindor blinked away what felt like tears. "Sorry."

"That all you plan on saying? Is sorry?" Draco asked, his voice oddly calm.

"What else should I be saying?" Neville asked. He leaned over Draco, resting his hands on the wet snow next to Draco's head, and looked into his cool gray eyes.

"I was right, wasn't I?" Draco suddenly asked. "They really do insult you, when they aren't ignoring you."

"I..." Neville trailed off, biting his lower lip. A sigh escaped his chest. "Yeah. Uncle Algie was the only one who attempted to see if I wasn't a squib. He's the only one who gives me a birthday present. My Gran used to, until I stopped trying to be like my parents. She's only interests herself in things that involve her now. That's probably why she agreed to me marrying you, you know."

"I was wondering why she would accept my father's offer." Draco said softly. Draco, unable to maintain eye contact, turned his head. He could see the Forbidden Forrest in the distance. He could feel Neville's comfortable weight resting at his waist. Closing his eyes, Draco let out a content sigh.

"Draco?" Neville asked gently.

"Yeah?" Draco opened his eyes and met Neville's earth brown irises.

"Do you really hate me?" Neville blushed at the absurdity of his question.

"Yes." Draco said immediately, before quickly crumbling under Neville's stare. "No! Bloody hell, Longbottom. I don't hate you, okay? You're the only Gryffindor I can stand, if you must know. I would rather marry you than Potter or Weasley, that's for sure."

"Well, I would think that would be a given." Neville replied, his lips curving upward.

"I'd rather marry you than Crabbe or Goyle, as well." Draco shuddered underneath Neville. "Could you imagine?"

"The horror." Neville said, his voice filled with amusement.

"See, that is what I like about you." Draco continued. "You've got a great sense of humor and you can be as sarcastic as I am. It's refreshing."

"Then why have you been treating me like scum the last few days?" Neville asked.

"I dunno." Draco mumbled, suddenly fully aware of the fact that he was laying in the snow, with Neville Longbottom straddling him.

"You're an idiot." Neville said, grinning.

"Am not." Draco snapped, before sighing dramatically.

"Yes, you are. Either that or insane. Maybe insane is the better word?" Neville frowned slightly in thought. "Yes, I think it's perfect. The insane Draco Malfoy, get him while he's hot."

"Which is all the time." Draco replied in an arrogant tone, despite the bruises forming on his face.

"Maybe a little." Neville agreed. He could tell that Draco was fighting a smile. He leaned further down, bringing his face closer to Draco's. "Can I kiss you?"

"Bloody hell, you're polite. Just do it already." Draco complained.

Neville grunted in surprise when Draco reached up and pulled his head forward. His lips smashed into Draco's, their teeth clinking slightly. Neville pulled back a bit to allow their lips to roam against each other more gently. It could be debated on whose tongue touched whose lip first, but soon they were together and rubbing against one another. Neville moaned into the kiss, before biting down none too gently on Draco's lower lip.

A gasp escaped Draco, followed by a minute thrust of hips. Neville pulled back from the kiss, opening his eyes to meet Draco's. The steel gray had darkened, looking like a thundercloud. Neville watched Draco a second, before experimentally thrusting his hips downward. Draco bit his lip, his eyes fluttering a moment before re-locking with Neville's.

Neville made the movement again, this time adding a kiss to it. His tongue grazed Draco's lower lip before slipping inside and exploring the details of his teeth and gums. Draco groaned, arching up toward Neville's body. Neville's lips left Draco's, trailing across his cheek until it reached his ear. His tongue flicked out, lightly touching the lobe. The cold, winter air cooled the spot quickly, leaving it colder than before.

Their hips continued to move, Neville's downward and Draco's upward. The friction sending both boys into a mist, fueled by each other's moans. Draco's arms wrapped around Neville's body, pulling the larger boy closer to him. Suddenly, they rolled, bringing Draco to the top, his body draped over Neville's. Neville pulled back, blinking up at Draco's flushed face. Their thrusts slowed to a stop and Draco pouted slightly, which made Neville start giggling.

"What?" Draco snapped, narrowing his eyes.

"You." Neville said honestly.

"Arse." Draco replied.

"Jerk."

"Pillock."

"Prat."

"Poof."

"Draco... You're a poof, too." Neville pointed out. Draco's face went thoughtful.

"Huh, I suppose I am." Draco said, nodding. Neville rolled his eyes in response. "Come on, Longbottom. Time to return to the land of Lord Potter and his quart."

"Weirdo." Neville muttered, pushing Draco playfully off him. Draco fell back, landing in the snow. Neville stood and looked down at Draco's angry face, before laughing. "White is not your color."

"Shut up." Draco growled, before standing and dusting himself off. Neville watched him walk off, his head held high. Shaking his head, Neville turned and headed toward the greenhouses.