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" (lyrics from Greenday's song, Basket case… )
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…
Sixth part
Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About everything and nothing all at once...?
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone no doubt about it…
So, let's try to summarise this whole, bloody mess…
Life's a Bitch…
Holidays are coming, along with my birthday and Dad wants me to become a Death-eater. He discussed it with the Dark Lord himself and that old snake-freak seems quite eager about it…
The call of fresh blood, I suppose, the power of youth.
Dad was literally euphoric… until I gathered my wits and managed to tell him that I wouldn't take the Dark Mark. At first, he seemed very surprised by my decision. He asked me if I was joking…
I said no…
He tried to convince me… by any means. He even used the forbidden curse on me, to 'help me clear my mind'. But I managed to stand my grounds and eventually, he gave up trying to convince me, claiming my opinion didn't matter. I told him to go fuck himself into oblivion… and he hasn't addressed me since.
Happy holidays!
The word has spread and the whole 'death-eater's sons and cie' company is now avoiding me. Including Crabbe and Goyle. What a mess…
More than that, the Golden Trio is back on my heels, watching my every move. This is so bothersome…
Ah yeah, that damn Hufflepuff mudblood Finch-Fletchley decided that my life wasn't miserable enough yet. He has, therefore, required the help of this annoying little clumsy squib Longbottom to (quotation) Find a way out of this mess (end of quotation).
This is very humiliating.
Here I am now, on my way to the astronomy tower, wondering whether I should wait for the rescue to come up with a plan or just put myself out of my misery by throwing what's left of my body after two weeks of skipping most of my meals up the balustrade in an ultimate attempt at reaching freedom.
Poetic, isn't it?
I know, I know…
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But, as expected, nothing is never easy when you are a renegade Slytherin. And soon, I find myself in a pretty uncomfortable situation…
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Feeling my head spin, I slip to the floor, holding my ribs.
What a bloody mess…
Yeah, that's it, Crabbe, my boy, make your bloody father proud of his bastard of a son.
Funny how quickly friends can turn into enemy when you have nothing left to give, eh?
I distantly hear Pansy cursing me and my 'bloody pride'.
Then, nothing… they stop, just like that.
"Stand off" someone orders calmly.
Startled, I open my eyes to see Crabbe's indignant sneer. A few feet away, I see Finch-Fletchley standing, wand aimed at Goyle's temple, a slight frown disturbing his usually calm features.
"Mind your own business, Finch-Fletchley"
How stupidly useless to try and make a Hufflepuff mind his own business… this is just the way they are. Stupid, delicate, nosy little things.
"Stand off, Crabbe, Goyle… Don't make me trim the wall with your brains" Fletchley utters evenly.
Did I say delicate?
Utterly startled, Crabbe and Goyle both take a step back, turning to face him.
"You.. you…" Pansy trails off.
"Filthy mudblood!" Crabbe snaps, suddenly reaching for his wand.
"Expelliarmus"
A soft command, barely above a whisper, really, and Crabbe's wand flies out of his hand.
"Mobilicorpus"
Just a little bit louder this time. A simple word and the massive form of Crabbe is sent crashing into the wall opposite to me.
"Relashio!"
With a little hushing sound, Finch's wand starts to glow and sparks of yellowish light appear at the end of it.
A high-pitched little shriek leaves Goyle's mouth as he promptly turns around and runs away from the scene, closely followed by Crabbe and Pansy.
"Strange friends you have, Malfoy" Fletchley smiles warmly at me, calmly rearranging his wand in his pocket.
"How typically Hufflepuff to come and put their big noses in other people's business" I snarl, rolling my eyes.
"Business, hey?"
"Yes, business. Don't you have better things to do? Like, I don't know, gossiping or smoking pot with Longbottom?"
Visibly unmoved by my hostile words, he absent-mindedly brushes a few strays of hair from his pale forehead and whips some imaginary dust from his sleeves before extending his hand towards me with that gentle smile of his…
How very humiliating…
"You dreaming, Fletchley… I'm not touching your filthy hand." I growl, trying to get up on my own.
"Don't be difficult, Draco" he frowns slightly, grabbing my arm to help me up.
"And since when are we on a first name-basis, Finch-Fletchley" I ask, glaring at him…
I am, in fact, quite proud of myself. I didn't even slip on his name. How impressing…
"Dunno" he says softly, shrugging "You were given a first-name so why not use it?"
"Indubitable logic…"
"Here, let me see" he breathes out, gently probing my flanks.
A slight blush colouring my cheeks, I try to bat his hands away.
"What're you doing, mudblood?" I growl menacingly.
"Don't be childish, Draco…" he grins "I'm checking your ribs. Nothing feels broken here, but you've surely got some pretty bad bruises…"
"Why d'you even care?" I snap, pushing him as far away as possible.
"Hufflepuff, remember? Caring, loyal and…"
"overly stupid…" I groan as he insistently pulls me towards the hospital wing.
"I was going to say nosy, but stupid could fit too, I guess" he smiles… "just as mean, unethical and stubborn could fit to qualify you all Slytherin people"
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The trip to the hospital wing should have been a very short one as Finch is practically carrying me on his shoulder but it seems like nothing ever goes as planned in my world…
All eyes are on us as we quickly make our way through a group of Hufflepuffs.
"Hey Justin, not cheating on Longbottom with that slimy slytherin I hope" McMillan mocks, crossing his arms over his chest as he takes a step forward to stand in our way.
"Ernie, now is really not the time" Finch says softly, averting his eyes from those of his former best friend.
Why do I find myself in the middle of an upcoming melodrama.
"Just wouldn't want you to lose the only real friend you have left" Ernie smirks.
Straightening suddenly, I surprise myself by glaring daggers at the silly little git.
"Oh, Fuck off McMillan, will you?" I growl, taking a menacing step in his direction.
"Defending your little girlfriend, Malfoy? How nice of you…"
The nerves his has, that little, slimy bastard. Suddenly changing my strategy, I take just one step closer to Finch-Fletchley and curl my fingers around the back of his neck.
"And so…? Are you jealous, Ernie dear?" I smirk, drawing Finch's face very close to mine until our cheeks are almost brushing together. "Frustrated because you weren't quick enough to claim him… because you were just too thick to realise that this night he came out to you was the best opportunity you would ever have to reveal your undying love for him. Or were you just too proud to admit that you were just as much of a queer as him?"
Smirking evilly, I tilt my head up slightly to kiss Justin's cheek.
"What the fuck--? You're fucking mad, Malfoy! Do you know that?" McMillan spits out, blushing furiously. "And you should burn in hell with the rest of you little harem, including that useless little piece of shit Longbottom!"
Hands balled into fists, knuckles turned white and eyes popping out of their sockets, the little blond suddenly launches at me, obviously intending to rip my face open with his dull, polished nails. But not before Finch's fist collides with his jaw with unexpected strength, sending him stumbling backwards.
Completely stunned, McMillan falls on his arse, holding his jaw.
"You're a shame to our house, Ernie" Finch hisses through gritted teeth, seething with rage. "Surely, the sorting hat must have done a mistake with you, not putting you in slytherin… Now get out of the way, will you… I'm sure we both have better things to do."
Lying motionless on the floor, McMillan suddenly starts biting on his lower lip and lowers his bushy blond head in shame.
"Justin…"
But somehow, the most pleading little whine is not enough to stop Fletchley as he starts dragging me towards the hospital wing again.
Still, I can see the guilt written all over his tense features. He's just wasted the perfect opportunity to make up with those whose presence he's been longing for ever since that fateful night he made the mistake of trusting them with his heart.
And why do I also feel guilty suddenly, why do I feel the urge to apologise…?
"Sorry…" I mumble, trying to catch his eyes.
"T's okay…" he utters softly, trying to plaster this warm, reassuring smile of his on his face but ending up wincing miserably instead.
"He's not worth it, you know… stupid little bastard." I grin as we finally reach the door of Pomfrey's office. "You're worth twelve of him"
Chuckling softly, he turns those kind hazel eyes on me.
"Last time I heard this one it was on another pair of lips and… it was aimed at you if my memory doesn't fail me."
"Well well, we can't all be as imaginative as you, O mighty hufflepuff poof" I pout while he softly knock on the door.
"Mighty Hufflepuff Poof…?" he smiles "Well, I quite like it"
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Am I just stone?
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