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" ('Today' Trust company)

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 twenty-three

I can feel you all the time...inside
You are here everyday
Just a whisper away

I can feel you when I breath
There is a place inside me
where a hole used to be
where you stay

It feels quite… unreal.

I admit I've made my share of mistakes so far but… I can't believe it all went down to this.

I killed my father and almost caused my lover's death.

Pulling at my hair in frustration, I grind my teeth in a vain attempt to shut out the incessant racket of chattering…

"Don't you ever shut up, McMillan?" I growl, glaring at the smaller boy.

"Oh shove it Malfoy! You're the one who caused this whole mess!" he snaps.

"That's rich coming from you, McMillan, a boy who went out of his way to make his best-friend's life miserable." Neville says darkly. "Justin's not waking up anytime soon. You should really go meet the rest of your idiotic friends… and let him rest…"

Stunned, we both stare at the dark-haired Gryffindor with gaping mouths.

"Get out now, Ernie" Neville growls.

Obviously intimidated by the unusually menacing stare Neville was sending his way, Mcmilan gets up from his chair and leaves.

Smiling nervously, I run a hand through my hair and throw him a questioning glance…

"Thanks, I guess… It was quite impressing…" I say.

Still brooding, he sits back on the side of Justin's bed and sighs.

"I suppose I'm just tired of being useless…" he moans, running his long fingers through Justin's tousled black hair.

Slightly uneasy, I get up from my seat and walk around the bed to put my hands on his broad shoulders.

"You're not…" I stat, bending down to press my lips to his temple.

Motionless, he keeps staring at Justin's blank face like it's the only thing worth of looking at in this room….

…And somehow, it is…

"You're not useless, Neville" I insist, pulling him back into my arms. "Don't be silly…"

Shaking his head weakly, he closes his eyes and tries to pull away from me…

"Don't…" I moan. "Don't pull away…"

"Dray… I AM useless."

"Shut it, Longbottom !" I snap, pulling him up from the bed. "You're insulting both me and Justin by saying this…"

A small sob escapes his mouth as he starts crying against me, spilling wet, warm tears all over my neck. Suddenly feeling very possessive, I wrap my arms tightly around him and start rocking him soothingly.

"I could do nothing to help him… nothing to help you…" he sobs brokenly. "I've failed you both, Dee… I'm so sorry."

"Shhhh… don't say things like that." I whisper, tilting his wet face up for a slow kiss. "don't say that… we need you."

Hands clutched in the back of my robes, he strongly pulls me closer, pressing his lips to mine for a warm, demanding kiss. Moaning delightedly, I wrap my hands around his throat, feeling the warm, tender flesh of his exposed skin with my thumbs.

And I want him, I want to touch those hips and bring them closer, I want to take his breath away; I want to leave him panting and needy, eyes filled with lust.

I want them…

Without a sound you say:
I am yours
I found myself today
In your arms

Behind us, someone clears there throat, making us both jump and pull away. Blushing madly, I turn around to glare at an obviously very pleased Dumbledore.

"Good afternoon, my boys!" he grins, eyes twinkling madly at us.

"Head—head-master Dumbledore, Sir" Neville stutters, eyes cast downward, fumbling with the hem of his robes.

"Sir," I say, nodding respectfully in greetings.

"I haven't seen either of you at lunch… weren't you hungry…?" he asks.

"N-no, sir… I mean" Neville starts before I interrupt him by placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing.

"We wanted to be there, in case Finch decides to wake up, sir"

"I see, Mr Malfoy. Very kind of you both…" Dumbledore smiles warmly, throwing a concerned glance Justin's way.

"I talked to Madam Pomfrey this morning." He says "You should both sit down before we start this conversation."

Swallowing nervously, Neville sits back by Justin's side, grabbing the Hufflepuff's hand in his.

"Mr Malfoy…?"

"I'd rather remain standing." I stat, reassuming my place behind Neville. "If you don't mind, that is."

"As you wish, my boy" he says kindly.

Taking a deep breath, Dumbledore removes his glasses and starts cleaning them with the hem of his robes.

"First of all, your friend Justin is now out of danger…" he says, pushing the glasses back up his nose. "As you must know, he was pretty badly wounded… Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey was able to heal almost every one of those wounds…"

Shaking slightly, I reassure my grasp on Neville's shoulders.

"What d'you mean 'almost'?" I ask slowly.

Obviously uneasy, Dumbledore takes another deep breath and starts fidgeting with the tip of his beard.

"Well…" he starts "you see, my dear boy, your father Lucius used a very peculiar curse on Mr Finch-Fletchley…"

"Which one?" I ask, growing impatient.

"The conjunctivis curse… a curse which…"

"… attacks the victim's eyes…" Neville moans, throwing a clearly panicked glance at Justin.

Gritting my teeth, I tighten my grasp on Neville's shoulder, hearing him moan softly from the pain.

"He will, unfortunately remain blind…" the old man stats, cautiously.

"Isn't there a counter-curse?" I snap "A potion, something?"

"Anything…" Neville moans.

And it tears my heart apart to hear the desperate edge in his voice.

"All you can do is stay with him and support him through this." The head master says.

"This can't be!" I exclaim "You can fight Voldemort and his death-eaters, render yourself invisible and fight off the imperius but you CAN'T find a counter-curse for a simple blinding charm?"

"I know you are upset, Draco, but please…"

"Please what ?" I growl in a low voice. "You'd find a way out of this mess if it was your precious little Potter and not some random hufflepuff laying in this bed !"

"That's enough, Mr Malfoy…" Dumbledore says tiredly "…quite enough…"

Groaning in frustration, I start pulling at my hair again, eyes brimming and stinging with bitter tears.

"It's all your fault…" I moan "You would have seen this coming if you hadn't been so caught up in your damn Golden Boy."

Shaking his head silently, Dumbledore turns his back on us and leaves.

I need you all the time...inside
It's the strength that I need
It's the light that I can see
I can tell you're always here
There's a place inside me
where a whole used to be
Where you stay

"Draco…" Neville sobs, standing up to pull me into his arms. "Dee…"

"Please…" I moan, looking up into his eyes. "Please Neville… tell me it's not real… it's all just a stupid nightmare…"

Tightening his grip on me, he gently cradles my head against his neck and kisses my temple to sooth me.

"It's alright, Dee… everything's gonna be fine, you'll see…" he says gently, pulling my face up to kiss my forehead.

And he's warm, oh so warm and alive with those strong, large hands wrapped around my neck as he gently bends down to press his soft, full lips to mine in a loving, slightly wet kiss.

Pressing myself against him, I g at his robes, trying to pull him even closer into me…

Sighing softly, he lets his hands slide down to my hips and calmly presses my back against the wall, careful not to let my head bang against anything.

My face is soaked with tears as he gently pulls away to stare down at my face through those concerned blue eyes of his.

Overwhelmed by my own feelings of sorrow and guilt, I pull him closer and start sobbing quietly, lips still pressed to his. His hands are soothingly roaming over my sides and he kisses me again, slow and selfless, breathtakingly loving.

And oh, so strong…

He makes me feel small and young and delicate…

…and safe in those reassuring arms of his…

Without a sound you say:
I am yours
I found myself today
In your arms

Stay with me stay with me stay with me…

End of Chapter Twenty-three

Notes : Hiiihaaa

Wrote this down in Philosophy xP

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