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" (Frou Frou the dumbing of love)

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 nineteen

Well painted passion
You rightly suspect
Impersonation
The dumbing down of love

Snape says Draco's father must have found a way to inhibit the effects of his potion and cast Imperio on him…

It could be true… but it's not, is it ?

Sitting cross-legged on the bed he's currently peacefully dozing on, elbows resting on my knees, I tilt my head to look at him through the annoying bangs of messy brown hair obscuring my vision.

Pacing the room relentlessly, a heavy-looking leathered book levitating in front of him, Justin glares down at the yellowed pages.

Frustrated, he slams it shut and drops it on his desk before seizing another one to resume his research.

"Justin…?"

"You could at least try to help me!" he snaps, glaring at me as he starts fumbling with the pages furiously.

Screwing my eyes shut to keep the tears at bay, I try to concentrate on the song in my head.

He's been like this ever since we reached his room…

Jaded in anger
Love underwhelms you
No box of chocolates
Whichever way you fall
And if I tell you
Lover alone without love
What will happen
Lover alone without love
Will you miss him?

Sitting down on the bed behind me, he wraps his arms around my waist and presses his warm nose in the crook of my neck with a soft whine.

"I'm sorry…" he whispers, rubbing his hand over my belly through my shirt.

"T's okay…" I moan, leaning back to press a kiss to his temple. "I'm just... not used to hear you snap like that…"

"I didn't mean to… Neville, I'm…" he trails off, running a hand through his dishevelled dark-brown hair. "This whole situation… it feels like… it's so frustrating. To be here and… I'm not even able to help, for heaven's sake!"

"It's alright…" I smile weakly, turning around to pull him into a hug. "Justin, you need to sleep."

"I can't… I just can't. Not now, I need to find this stupid Wizarding Bond stuff… it's there, somewhere…" he groans, pressing a kiss to my forehead and extracting himself from my hold. "I can't let things like… like whatever happened to Draco happen ever again… to any of you…"

Sighing softly, I stand up and pull him back to me.

"Neville, I…"

"Shhhh…" I sigh, bringing his face close to press my lips to his.

Underachieving
'Cause no one's receiving
This tunnel vision
It's turning out all wrong

A soft whimper leaves his mouth and he parts his lips slightly to run his tongue over mines. Blushing softly, I press his face closer and open my mouth to let him slip that warm, caressing tongue inside. His hands grow bold and he starts pushing my shirt up to stroke my sides, rolling his hips slightly as he pins me against the wall.

"Justin…" I moan, trying to pull him even closer.

But he shifts back slightly and starts unbuttoning my shirt, finger fumbling and slipping over every single button.

And I can't help but tell myself that things are getting out of control, that I've gotten myself in the most complicated love-triangle of our time… there's just no way out of this, not that I'd want out mind you…there's just one thing I'm sure of.

…there will be no happy ending for us.

Music is worthless, unless it can
Make a complete stranger
Break down and cry

End of part nineteen: huhu, very short, I know… sorry sorry… '