"You must understand- I love Severus"
No. No. Please, God, NO!
Neville tossed and turned in his sleep, not feeling any better, but thankfully, not any worse. He bolted upright, panting. Harry rushed into his room. After a talk in which Neville would not share anything, Harry put him on semi-suicide watch.
"Hey, Nev.." Harry sat down beside the chubby boy on his bed. Not two seconds after he sat down Severus stumbled blindly into the room, mumbling. "LONGBOTTOM!" He snarled, colasping beside Harry. "Severus! Shh!" Harry turned to Neville and drapped an arm around his shoulder.
"You okay?" The tone was soft and sweet, not pushing for an answer but with true concern. Neville shrugged and turned away from the embrace. "Just a bad dream.."
"Longbottom woke me up- because he had a bad dream!" Severus pointed at Neville in an accusing way, earing a glare from Harry, who still had his arm around Neville's shoulders. "What was it about, Neville. You can tell us if you want.."
"NOTHING!" It came out so snarled that spit was dripping from Neville's mouth. He pushed Harry away (so hard that Harry fell off of the bed) and slithered so far under the covers that only the tuff of his sandy hair was visable. "Come on-Harry- I don't think-" "I think I should sleep here for the night.." Harry whispered, not allowing Severus to finish.
Severus stared wide-eyed at his lover. "Are you certain?"
"Yes."
Neville grunted from under the covers. "I'll fetch a blanket, then.." Severus left to retrieve Harry's favorate quilt.
"Neville- I'm going to sleep here-" Harry coaxed, even if the boy wasn't paying attention. A pillow was chucked at Harry, who ducked and allowed it to hit the floor. "O-okay.." Harry sighed and sat down, wrapping up with the quilt once Severus returned with it.
"Night love."
"Night Sev."
They didn't see it, but Neville was crying.