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 Ivy's song, Worry about you)
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 Seventeen
The cat's on the carpet.
The phone doesn't work.
I hate when it's quiet.
It means that you're hurt.
Funny how quickly things can go from right to wrong…
Shivering slightly beside me, Neville wraps his robes tighter around himself as we hurriedly make our way through the Forbidden Forest.
Hagrid said he'd seen Draco run past his cabin but wasn't able to intercept him…
"You think he's alright…?" Neville asks.
"I hope he is…"
Frowning slightly, I turn my head to stare at the trunk of a tree.
"The trees are getting thicker" Neville stats suddenly. "Hagrid said we should try to avoid this part of the Forest…"
"We should split up then… so as to be more discreet…"
"You sure…?" Neville asks.
"Yes…"
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It gets so complicated
'til I can't pretend.
I thought I could do something good
but I'll never do that again.
I thought I could do something good
but I'll never do that again.
By the time I finally reach a small clearing, the moon has almost retreated and, though the sun hasn't risen yet, the sky is considerably clearer.
The air is cold here, and I start stroking my arms to keep the cold at bay.
Looking around, I see a small form huddled in the middle, haunted blue eyes staring back at me as I cautiously make my way through the clearing.
"Draco…?" I ask gently, carefully kneeling a few feet from him.
Motionless and silent, he keeps staring at me, hands clenched on his laps as he sits on his heels.
Calmly leaning closer, I notice the stains of dry blood on the sleeves of his shirt and frown.
My heart is pounding like mad against my ribcage, making me breathless and dizzy.
Please, let it not be what I think it is…
"Are you alright…?" I ask, afraid he might explode again and flee from me.
Still silent, he takes a deep breath and I see his lower lip quiver slightly, tears forming in his bloodshot eyes…
"Draco, it's alright…" I murmur, reaching out to stroke his forearm softly.
If only…
Desperate to just lean in and wrap my arms around him, I grit my teeth, eyes watering at the sight of him so close to tears.
Lowering his head suddenly, he starts crying silently.
"It's okay…" I moan, feeling my own tears ready to flood down my cheeks as I reach to seize his slim shoulders and pull him closer to me. "It's alright, now… you're not alone, it's alright."
With a small wail, he suddenly throws himself at me and wraps his long arms around my waist.
"I'm sorry…" he moans, pressing his face against my neck. "I'm so sorry…"
"It--it's alright…" I hiss, squeezing him gently as he starts sobbing in my arms. "I--Draco… I'm… it's my fault… I should have seen you needed us… I should have, but… but I thought you didn't need me anymore, now that… now that… oh God…"
Realising I'm only making things worse; I shake my head and tilt his head to make him look at me…
"C'mere…" I moan, gently pulling cradling his face in my hands. "Everything is gonna be alright now…"
Blinking tears from his shining grey eyes, he nods weakly and stretches his neck to press a chaste kiss to the corner of my lips.
"Don't leave me…" he pleads, pressing his cold lips to mine. "Justin, please…"
How could I…? It's not like I haven't already tried to…
Cradling his head over my shoulder, I carefully wrap my robes around him and start rocking back and forth to sooth him…
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And you put your book down
and stare into space.
You turn all the lights down
so I won't see your face.
Cracking an eye open, I realise the sun his now slowly rising in the sky above us.
Looking down at the boy sleeping against my chest, I sigh, a small smile tugging my lips.
The smile vanishes, however, as soon as I let my eyes rest on his blood stained sleeves…
Swallowing nervously, I cautiously push the thin layer of fabric covering his left arm and give a muffled groan.
Dry blood is more or less covering the strange outlines of a skull, engraved in the pink, swollen skin of Draco's wrist. Out of its mouth, a sort of snake is slithering towards the palm of his hand.
Through the fog wrapped around my brain, I'm vaguely aware that someone's calling for us…
Shaking my head in disbelief, I hurriedly pull the sleeve down over the Mark and lift my hand to stroke Draco's hair soothingly as he stirs in his sleep.
"Justin!" a voice exclaims suddenly and I hear someone running in our direction. "Thank goodness, you're alright!"
Slowly raising my head, I look up to see Neville kneeling in front of me, relief washing over his kind features.
"You found him…" he smiles, leaning in to kiss my temple and run his fingers through Draco's hair. "I've been looking for you for hours…"
"Sorry…" I groan, tilting my head to kiss those warm plump lips.
"We should go back…" He sighs softly "Get Draco to bed before he catches pneumonia…"
Carefully extracting myself from the blonde's arms, I let Neville cradle him against his chest…
Too much… don't think… forget…
Standing up on shaky legs, I look up at the purple sky…
Just a bad dream…
"He's got blood stains on his sleeves…" Neville frowns, gently stroking his thumb across the blonde's smooth cheek. "Was he attacked…?"
What is there to answer to that…?
"I don't know…"
Did he do this to himself…?
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