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 Howie day's sng, Collide. )
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…
Part Twelve
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Is it what it feels like…?
To actually care for someone's well being…
To actually crave for this special someone's touch…
To feel blessed, just being allowed to watch this someone sleep…?
And it just wouldn't do to try and hold it back, this contented sigh I've been trying to repress.
It's been two days already… the term is over and Justin still hasn't regained consciousness.
Madam Pomfrey helped us move him back to his room and here we are now, sitting on his bed, on either side of him, waiting…
We…
As in Longbottom and I…
Neville and I…
I don't know when it happened, but I don't feel like putting any distance between us anymore.
Gently resting his head in his hands, he sighs again.
"Should be waking up soon…" he whispers suddenly, surprising me.
"Yes…"
"You look exhausted…"
"So do you…"
And it's true, because we haven't left this room in two days, barely sleeping at all at night, barely touching the plates Dumbledore sent us…
I don't really know what I'm waiting for, I just felt like staying here…
Neville was kind enough to let me stay and for that, I'm grateful.
"You should lie down for a while" he breathes out, standing up and circling the bed to place his warm hands on my shoulders. "Try to sleep…"
"Why don't you…?" I ask, leaning back into him.
"'cause…" he smiles, gently pushing me down on the bed next to Justin.
And for the first time, I really look at him…
I watch as he stands here, as he calmly removes his own robes from my shoulders and folds them.
As he bends down to brush a few strands of hair out of my eyes.
The pale, smooth-looking skin, the wavy dark brown hair circling his kind face…
And the innocence-filled baby blue eyes.
It all makes my stomach churns suddenly.
"Sleep, Draco…"
But despite the calm, uttered command, I can't bring myself to look away.
This is all so confusing…
"Stay…" I find myself whining as he tries to pull his fingers away.
"I'm not going anywhere." He smiles as I seize his warm, soft hand in mine.
"Good…"
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
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Prefect's beds are way too comfy, I decide, shifting to wrap my arms around someone else's.
There's a little cough somewhere on the other side of the bed and I crack an eye open to see Neville staring at me, a gentle, benevolent smile tugging on his rosy lips.
"Slept well…?" he asks, calmly reaching out to ruffle my hair.
"Hey…" I protest weakly, trying to bat his hand away.
"You look cute like this, all sleepy and dishevelled…" he grins.
Pouting slightly, I raise up on my arms to smack the back of his head playfully.
Slightly taken aback, I realise just how soft his hair is and start toying with it, absently.
"…and you are just snoggable when you blush." I smirk.
Now… this is weird.
Me, flirting with Neville Longbottom as we both lay on the Hufflepuff prefect's bed…?
Looking down to see Justin smiling sweetly in his sleep, we both fall silent.
And I wonder, deep down, whether or not I'm really worth it…
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
)))))))))End of Part Twelve(((((((((
Note : I'm not really satisfied with this part… sorry if it's short and crappy (and all) but I'm really tired right now lol. I'll try to fix it later.