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 Coldplay's song, clocks )
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 fourteen
Lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
You've put me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead (singing)
Come out of things unsaid, shoot an apple of my head (and a)
Trouble that can't be named, tigers waiting to be tamed (singing)
You are,
You are…
It's hard to wake up, knowing that the outside world is waiting to have a go at you…
Hard to open your eyes when you're sure cold loneliness is the only thing waiting to greet you.
Most of the time, the first thing you feel is not the comforting warmth surrounding you, not the gentle hands running through your hair, over your sleepy face.
The first thing you feel is the disheartening disillusion…
You feel awkward, uneasy and you try hard to just shut it all out, to just forget the little voice in the back of your mind that tells you "maybe it's true, maybe you won't have to face the truth just yet… maybe you won't be alone when you wake".
But you won't buy it, because it just seems too good to be true.
Until you finally feel the strong arms wrapped around you, the broad chest you are resting upon, the gentle voice begging you to open your eyes.
"Draco…" someone breathes near your ear, sending shivers through your whole body. "Here, Draco, wake up…"
Maybe, just maybe, you won't have to face the world alone today.
Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks (gonna)
Come back and take you home, I could not stop, that you now know (singing)
Come out upon my seas, curse missed opportunities (am I)
A part of the cure, or am I part of the disease (singing)
Finally daring to open my eyes, I tilt my head upward to see a pair of warm blue eyes resting on me.
"Long--Neville…" I sigh, stretching my arm to grab his shirt and draw him close. "What're you doing here?"
"Oh well, do you even know where you are?" he smirks, eyes twinkling.
"Of cour-- ah… well…"
A soft chuckle lifts the chest under my cheek and I look up to see Finch grinning at me.
"Finch? You woke up!" I start, then throw a menacing glance at Neville. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"Now, now. First of all, yes I'm awake." Justin smiles, ruffling my hair.
Why do they keep doing that…?
"Second…" he frowns. "How come you're using Neville's first name and not mine…?"
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You are…
Some more bickering later, we finally head for our respective dorms to fetch a few clothes and take a quick shower before heading for the great hall. Halfway there, I catch a glimpse of Longbottom with his pathetic excuses for friends…
Sneering as I pass them by, I give Potter a dirty look and wave at Neville.
"What do you want, Malfoy…?" Weasley snaps suddenly, glaring at me.
"A lot of things actually, Weasel. But certainly not your attention…" I smirk.
"Fuck you, Malfoy." Potter growls, giving me one hard push on the chest and taking an annoyingly menacing step forwards.
"No, thanks!" I scowl. "But why don't you go fuck Weasley instead. You should have a go at his little sister too, while you're at it. She's head over heels for you…"
"You bastard!" the redhead bursts suddenly, flinging himself at me.
His heavy fist collides with my jaw, sending me crashing into the wall and he reaches for my throat with his large, muscular hands to throttle me. Furious, I give him a hard push and kick him in his lower parts while he stumble backwards.
"Don't you fucking touch me with those dirty hands of yours! I don't even want to know what you did to Potter with them." I snarl.
"I swear I'm gonna skin you alive, Malfoy!" he yells, tackling me and pinning my slender body to the floor with his massive form.
His head is hard as it smashes in my face, making me taste my own blood. Swearing colourfully, I reach up to claw at his face and pull his hair.
Suddenly feeling his hands wounding around my throat, I arch up and sink my knee in his belly.
"Enough, Ron!" someone yells, yanking him off of me. "Leave him alone!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you Neville?" Potter asks, red with barely contained fury.
Raising to rest on my elbows and wipe the blood from my chin with my sleeve, I look up to see Neville standing between me and my 'aggressor'.
Strangely familiar…
"Is something wrong here…?"
Hands in his pockets, Justin calmly makes his way toward us. Still seething with rage, Weasley point an accusing finger at me.
"That fucking twat Malfoy attacked us again!" he snaps.
"Watch your mouth, Ron." Justin frowns. "Is that true, Draco?"
Just what I needed…
Finch-Fletchley in Prefect-mode.
"Absolutely not" I groan, finally rising from my spot on the floor to glare at Weasley. "I was just heading for the ding hall and I happened to walk by them so I waved."
"Really?" Justin smiles, quirking an eyebrow.
"Really…" I growl, dusting my robes.
"Very well, then. There must have been some kind of misunderstanding." He smiles warmly, patting Ron on the back. "It's almost lunch time, why don't we all head for the Great hall together…?"
Blushing furiously Weasley turns to Potter and gives him a pleading look.
"Ah errm, we've got… ermm, something to… ehh… something to do. We'll join you guys later." Potter says.
"Oh fine" Justin smiles. "Let's go then, Draco."
And we both start heading down the stairs to the dining hall.
"Coming, Neville?" I ask mischievously.
And nothing else compares
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