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 Adema's song, Immortal)

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 know I said this chapter would be from Justin's pov, but I changed my mind and decided to write it from Neville's.

Ninth part

We're face to face
Loyalty is what I need to see from you
You're insecure
I can see the fear that breeds in your heart

My head is spinning…

Malfoy's heart is beating so hard I can feel it pounding under my fingers as I help him through the crowded corridors.

The autumn air is cold against my cheeks and I feel Draco shudder beside me.

"Take this" I hiss taking off my robes to wrap them around his shoulders.

Surprisingly enough, he doesn't protest, just shrugs and take a step closer to me.

All those eyes on him, he feels them.

"It's okay…" I smile weakly, rubbing my hand in his back. "We're almost there…"

"He's so near I can almost feel his eyes on me…"

Gritting my teeth, I reaffirm my grip on his shoulders, ready to break into a run with him if necessary.

Strangely enough, I find myself feeling rather protective toward him.

Wrapping an arm over his shoulders, I draw him closer as he starts shaking, both from cold and anguish I suppose.

"He's here…"

No…

"Draco." someone stats suddenly behind us.

Shit…

The voice is cold, menacingly calm and even, with the slightest touch of amusement to it.

So this is it… Draco was right. It was too late.

Gathering my wits, I gently push Draco ahead before I turn around to position me between him and his fate.

What a foolish thing to do…

Where will you run? Where will you hide?
I see the blood drip from your eyes
Who will survive? Let's get it on
And we'll fight !

Lucius Malfoy is tall, taller than I thought him to be, and intimidating. An air of cold smugness hovers over him as he stares at me, looking down his aristocratic nose, a thin, amused smile playing on his pale lips.

There is something deadly frightening about him, about the way he stands here, in the middle of the corridor, hair perfectly smoothed back, shoulders perfectly straight with his walking stick resting against his long leg.

And I thought Professor Snape was scary…

"Mister Longbottom" he hisses, never washing this disturbing little smile off his face. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Mister Malfoy. Draco has just been summoned by the headmaster and we were heading for his office." I stat, trying hard to remain calm and composed.

I can feel Draco tensing in my back and I don't need to look over my shoulder to see the way his gaze has sunk to the paved floor.

And still, I feel amazingly calm and confident. I guess everyone has to face their fears.

Lucius Malfoy is definitely not about to take Draco away from us.

"Is that so?" Lucius smiles, taking an agonizingly slow step toward us. "Well, I guess the poor old man will have to wait until I have had a little… conversation with my son, Mister Longbottom."

Very well…

Say something smart, Neville… you can do it.

"I don't think so…"

Man, I'm screwed…

Quirking one of his elegant eyebrow, the elder Malfoy crosses his arms over his lean chest with a little mocking snort.

"I don't think you're in any position to argue with me, young man. Unless you are willing to join your unfortunate parents in St-Mongo, that is."

I need the rush
There's nowhere you could hide before you die
Why won't you face me?
I can see the fear that's in your eyes


Where will you run? Where will you hide?
I see the blood drip from your eyes
Who will survive? Let's get it on
And we'll fight

Gritting my teeth, I take a steady step forward, drawing my wand and aiming it at him, ready to defend both myself and my former tormentor if I have to.

Taking a deep breathe, I gently reach for Draco with my free hand to make sure he is securely shielded behind me.

"Longbottom…" he breathes out in disbelief.

We can't back down, can we…?

"You'll have to step over my dead body before you lay a hand on him…"

I know who you are
The leader of lost souls
You can't kill me
I'm immortal
I'm not afraid to die
My soul will travel on
You can't kill me
I'm immortal

)))))))))End of Ninth Part(((((((((

Note : Have you ever heard of "David versus Goliath"?