Title : I'll show you mine…

Fandom : Harry potter

Genre : Slash, angst. (slightly AU maybe)

Pairing : so far, Draco/Justin Finch-Fletchley/Neville

Note : Companion to "I thought you cared" (song from Simple planShut up.)

Summary : Neville wonders what it's like to have friends; Justin and Draco have to share a compartment on Hogwarts express because they both have some issues with their respective housemates…

I'll show you mine…

If you show me yours first…

First part

Their Fifth year at Hogwarts is finally about to start and all the students are gathered around the train, eager to be allowed in… at last.

This summer was long for pretty much everyone. Especially for those who had no friends to talk to or write to.

Plastering a broad, welcoming smile on his sun-kissed face, the boy tries to forget that the three teenagers currently laughing with him haven't even taken the time to send him an owl.

I could have died and they wouldn't even have shrugged, he thinks bitterly, pretending to care as Ron starts to whine about… everything and nothing. His brothers being too cheerful, his little sister growing a pair of breast during summer, his mother preventing him from going to Hogsmade.

My poor dear, what an awful life you live. I'm sure you'd rather spent your whole summer wondering about what might have been if you had any friends while you grand-mother pretends you don't exist because she's not satisfied with your exams results. I'm sure you'd rather have no parents at all, instead of this annoyingly caring and loving mother of yours.

Frowning at his own bitter trail of thoughts, the brunette tries to focus on something else.

"Trevor!" he croaks suddenly "I lost him again!"

"Ah, hell! Neville!" Harry smiles "At least, you haven't changed!"

There you go
You're always so right
It's all a big show
It's all about you

You think you know
What everyone needs
You always take time
To criticize me

(Pov's)

My life sucks…It really does.

"So what have you done this summer" Hermione asks, smiling as I sit myself in their compartment.

"Oh, the usual" I answer, still wearing that disgusting fake smile.

The usual… nothing.

When did I become so bitter? Oh well… must just be a phase I'm going through.

"Ahhh! At least you didn't have to spent your holidays in a secluded room with the Dursleys"

"No… I spent it nursing my parents in St Mongo"

"Oh…err, sorry Neville, I… Didn't mean to--"

"It's okay" I sigh, trying to lose myself in the wonderful landscapes through the window of our compartment… their compartment.

A heavy silence settles between us and tears start to gather in my eyes. Standing up, I keep my head lowered and head for the door.

"Neville…"

"I'm going for a walk, Harry"

There you go
You never ask why
It's all a big lie
Whatever you do

You think you're special
But I know, and I know
And I know, and we know
That you're not

Absently looking through a window, Finch-Fletchley taps his fingers on the wooden frame, humming softly as I walk by.

"Hii Neville, it's been a while"

"Hii Justin." I smile.

"How are you doing?"

"Oh well… not so bad. You?"

"Hnn, fine I guess." he smiles, gesturing for me to sit in front of him.

"Aren't those seats taken?" I ask, frowning slightly.

Justin is quite popular amongst his fellow hufflepuffs after all.

"Oh no. They're not, don't worry" he smiles warmly, resuming his taping on the frame.

Somehow, I don't really feel like asking about it. Wouldn't want to upset him…

Still, it's strange…

"Thanks" I sigh, seating myself in front of him.

"You're welcome" he smiles "Seems like you need some peace and quiet."

"Yes…"

Hufflepuffs and their unholy kindness…

Around an hour later, I find myself engaged in a quite enthusiastic conversation with said hufflepuff.

"Yeah! And then, I thought he'd never find a way to pass the second task. I was quite amazed when I saw him use the gillyweed. But how did you come up with it?"

"Well, it is very rare indeed but I had my sources" I wink

"Ohh, come on, I told you about the Belladona's sap." He whines grabbing my knee for emphasis.

"Ohhh, so you've found yourself a girlfriend Finch! At last!"

Yeah, I know… good things never last.

"What do you want, Malfoy" I groan.

But when the blond comes in, not flanked with Crabbe and Goyle for once, and waves at the hufflepuff, Justin merely scoots towards the window, not even glaring at him.

"Hey Malfoy" he says.

"Hey Finch. Longbottom" he spits, making my name sound like the most dirty word in his vocabulary. "Fancy seeing you here, Gryffindork"

"Shut up…" I mutter.

Ignoring my last comment, Draco turns to Justin with an amused little smirk.

"So, Finch. You never told me you fancied Gryffindors" he laughs "though I don't know who does the other a favour here. Perfect match, I say. A Mudblood" he smiles, patting Justin's lap "…and a Squib" he spits, eying me sceptically.

"Funny, Malfoy, very funny" Justin sighs, losing his eyes in the landscapes again.

"Ohhh, now, now, Justin." He smiles fondly "Don't pout! It only makes you look even dumber."

Furious, I quickly stand up, gesturing to the door.

"Stop it, Malfoy! Don't you have anything better to do? Why don't you go get your ass licked clean by those stupid lackeys of yours?" I growl.

"Last time I checked, I wasn't the intruder here. And don't you dare ordering me around in my compartment!"

Wide-eyed, I stare at him in disbelief.

"Your compartment?" I ask, looking from him to Justin and back.

"Yeah, you dumbass. We were there first; therefore, it is MY compartment."

"Well, big news here Mr. I-sit-wherever-I-damn-well-please! YOU don't own the fucking Train!"

Groaning, Justin looks up at us, obviously very weary of watching us fuss about who was there first.

"Why don't you both take a seat like civilised people use to do when they travel by train?" he says suddenly, his voice calm and even. "Draco and I are sharing the compartment, Neville. But I certainly don't mind your company. So, you can sit with us if you want…"

Stunned, I stare at him, absently sitting back in front of him.

"Draco?" Justin sighs, patting the couch beside him.

Obviously displeased by this display of authority, the blond slytherin closes the door and sits back next to the hufflepuff, pouting.

"You two share a compartment?" I ask, doubtful.

"Only because I have to" Draco groans "Trust me, if I had a choice in the matter, I would certainly not share it with a filthy mudblood like him."

Ever so patient, Justin smiles kindly at me, waving his hand in the air.

"Something happened over summer and his fellow slytherins are avoiding him so he had to find an empty compartment and the only one left was mine." He explains.

"So you were there first" I smile.

"Exactly."

Rolling his eyes, Draco crosses his arms over his chest.

"Stupid prognathe" he growls.

Sticking his tongue at him, Justin closes his eyes slightly, resting his head against the back of the couch.

"Go on, then" Draco smirks suddenly "Tell him why you're not with your fellow housemates either"

Paling slightly, Justin turns to lose himself in the sight through the window again.

"Fine, I'll tell him then." Malfoy smirks "At the end of his fourth year at Hogwarts, poor Finch finally grew a pair and decided to come out of the closet to his best-buddy Ernie. Unfortunately, Hufflepuff tolerance is not what it was and McMillan spread the news all over the house. No one has addressed him since… how sad!" he exclaims, crushing an imaginary tear on his cheek.

Okay, maybe it was a little too much information at once. So Justin is… well… he's gay. Swallowing nervously, I lower my head.

"Is that true?" I ask.

"Yes…" Justin sighs simply, never taking his eyes from the clouded sky.

"Ohh…"

"What?" Draco snaps suddenly "Disgusted, Longbottom? Of all people, you certainly should understand what it feels like to be different…"

Looking up at him, I frown slightly, looking for something mean to say. Malfoy looks so disgusted with me suddenly. Even more than he usually is.

"It's okay, Draco" Justin smiles sadly.

And with that, he stands up and leaves the compartment.

End of first part

Note : so well, okay… full spelling mistakes and such etc etc… don't have a beta, etc etc… wrote it out of boredom etc etc…

Please, review (oh yeah, baby, tell me how lame I am! xD)

Ps : for those who don't know, a prognathe is someone whose lower jaw stands out (see Edward Randell a.k.a Justin Finch-Fletchley in COS… he is soooo cute )