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 Story of the year's song, Until the day I die (I lurv this one to hell ))

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…

Eighth part

As years go by
I race the clock with you
But if you died right now
You know that I'd die to
I'd die too

If I believed in God, I would be on my knees.

My whole being is tense. My hands are clutched on the material of my pants as I sit on the satin-covered bed.

My jaw is set, my eyes closed…

My heart is drumming so hard and fast inside my chest I can barely hear them talking.

He's here… I can almost feel him already.

He's coming to get me.

And the anguish is so intense it makes me nauseous.

Still, I'm sitting here, sour and helpless… waiting.

What's the point in running from your own fate…?

Behind my closed lids, I see his face.

Pale and stern, as always. His hard grey eyes piercing through me, denuding me.

I can already see the disappointment written on my mother's delicate features.

Should I bite my tongue
Until blood soaks my shirt?
We'll never fall apart
so Tell me why this hurts so much

There's a little shift on the mattress as someone sits next to me.

"Come, Draco…" someone whispers softly near my ear, rubbing my back in slow, soothing motions. "We'd better head for Dumbledore's office."

"Too late…" I hiss, forcing my eyes open to see Finch kneeling in front of me.

Swallowing nervously, I quickly avert my eyes as he cradles my face in his warm hands.

"Neville'll take you there while I…" he starts, resolute. "While I find a way to slow you're your father down."

"Don't be silly, Finch." I groan, glaring at him. "He'd kill you in less time than necessary to say 'mudblood'."

The soothing motions in my back comes to a halt and I suddenly realise that Longbottom is sitting next to me, pressing his long, gentle fingers in the skin of my back.

"He's right, Justin. It's just… too dangerous." He whines softly. "I'll do it…"

"No." Fletchley growls, standing up to glare at us. "I'm a damn Prefect, Remember? So you fucking do as I say…"

Slightly surprised by the unusual cold edge in his voice, I look up to see him pointing to the door.

His face is pale, almost ashen and he looks absolutely exhausted with those damn dark circles around his eyes; but the cold determination in those calm hazel eyes tells me there is no other way out of this.

How can he be so calm…?

You remind me of the times
When I knew who I was
But still the second hand will catch us
Like it always does.

Nodding slowly, Longbottom stands up and gently pulls me to my feet.

"Come…" he breathes out, never taking his eyes from Finch's as he carefully leads me to the door.

But before we leave, I feel the urge to say something… anything.

"Don't you dare make me responsible for your death, Fletchley."

My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
mistakes like friends do,
my hands are at your throat
and I think I hate you
we made the same mistakes.

Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you

)))))))))End of Eighth Part(((((((((

Note : very short part, sorry, but I felt like ending it right there and going from Justin's pov for a bit

Thanks very much to Lemon-X-drop, Pat and Lizzy for their reviews

And happy new year to all!

Amy