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 Yellowcard's song, Avondale ) exceptionally, two Draco Pov in a row.

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 Sixteen

If you're gonna rip my heart out,
could you use a knife that's dull and rust in color.
(Once I die) there will be no way that you can cover,
that scar.

It's hard. I know.

The wind is harsh and cold on my face; the sky is dark and starless.

Alone, up there, the moon is mocking me…

Out of breath, I come to a halt and let myself slump to the floor. Tears have gathered in my eyes, making them itch and burn… but they refuse to fall.

I'm not sure I'm allowed to be there…

My legs hurt from all the running I did, my lungs feel like they're on fire.

They hate me…

Strangely calm, I look up at the sky, trying to loose myself in it's starless immensity…

Bushes are moving around me, things are brushing past me. But somehow, I don't care…

I know the minutes are ticking by; soon enough, it'll be morning…

All this time, I thought they cared too…how stupid of me.

They just pretended…

Dad was right… no one cares.

Looking down at my hands, I feel the urge to hurt something, someone… myself.

Closing my eyes, I start pulling my sleeves up, rolling them carefully.

It seemed so real though, so nice…

The way Justin's eyes twinkled at me, the way Neville's sank into mine…

Sighing softly, I feel something warm and slippery run down the sensitive skin of my forearm.

It's like a caress, really… makes me shiver slightly.

Maybe it's just the potion making me confused.

Maybe I'm just imagining things…

Maybe, just maybe…

Biting my lower lip to keep from wailing as I feel warm tears spill down my cheeks, I lay down on the ground.

Maybe they do care about me…

And if I get a little blood on you,
finally the world will know you're guilty,
(know you're wrong)
of taking everything you've gotten from me
no heart, it's hard. I know.

)))))))))OoO(((((((((

Mighty king of avondale
I just can't let this go.
Real life ain't no fairy tale
I just thought you should know.

Opening my eyes to the sound of approaching footsteps, I slowly raise from my laying positing to stare at my blood-stained arms.

What the hell…?

The sky is still dark, though cloudiest than it was when I arrived…

Staring down at the disfigured skin of my forearms, I frown, remembering the state I was in before I lost consciousness…

The effects of this damn potion are wearing off…

Where am I…?

Looking around, I take in my surroundings…

The forbidden forest…

The steps are slowly coming closer; I can hear them echo in this maddening silence.

I never thought I would ever say this but…please, let it be Hagrid…

Living like a fairy tale the
mighty king of avondale it all went to his head, this royalty.
I stuck a knife into his back. Inventiveness is what I lack.
He's always hanging up on loyalty.

)))))))))End of Part Sixteen(((((((((

Note : Nonsense, nonsense… I know…

Sorry