Summary: Neville's grandmother passes away and he finally decided to live life the way he wishes too. A new inheritance, nice Slytherins, and evil Gryfindors, my oh my. Will Neville succeed in his new life? Eventual slash. NL/DM

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Note: This is my first story ever so please be nice. I don't mind constructive criticism and new ideas to improve my writing. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: Diagon Alley

"Master Neville it is time to wake up, Libby is makings breakfast right now." Kip squeaked loudly. "What? No! You just had to get me up didn't you?" Neville almost yelled. "It's alright Kip, I'll just take a shower and meet you downstairs in ten minutes." 'That was one intense dream. Now I need a shower, a cold one' Neville thought before moving his way to the bathroom. Neville didn't mind being gay, he kind of had to accept in fourth year after his date with Ginny. He had absolutely no attraction to any girl and found himself looking at guys. There were only two things to do when presented with this situation (1) pretend you are not gay and work hard to make yourself like a girl or (2) be gay and don't tell anyone until you're ready. The second option was easier since no girl was trying to get his attention and secrets were easy to keep since no one knew anything about Neville except the blatant obvious. When he got in the washroom he had to release himself of his now painful erection so in he went and imagined those stormy gray eyes. 'Those eyes look familiar, but they were full of love and passion for him.' He was getting closer to the edge when he finally climaxed to screaming "DRACO!". Neville surprised himself with that name. 'Why would I scream his name! The same arse who has made my life a living hell for the past five years?' Neville thought angrily. 'Dammit I couldn't have dreamt about him right? Who else has gray eyes like that? No it happened simply because I read that stupid article before falling asleep. Good now that is settled I will simply forget this scene ever took place.'

Before heading to the kitchen to eat with Libby and Kip, Neville sorted through his mail. He finally got his Hogwats letter with last years marks and his school supply list for next year. 'This reminds me, I have to tell Greece and the local apothecary that I can't send them my supplies until next summer. They should be expecting this since August is almost over.'

Mr. Longbottom,

It is a pleasure to inform you that you will be receiving an award for your top mark in Herbology. I am also proud to tell you that you will also receive the award for most improved academic performance for last year. Along with this recognition here are your exam scores and school list for next year.

Congratulations again and keep up the good work

Professor. Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Exam scores

T-Troll E-Exceeds expectations

D-Dreadful O-Outstanding

A-Acceptable

Transfiguration - A

Potions - O

DADA - E

Herbology - OO

CoMC - O

Divination - D

Ancient ruins - O

History of magic – A

"An O in Potions? Wow!" Neville announced. "See Master Neville is not so clueless about school as he once thought. We's told you so." Kip said with an air of arrogance. "Today I plan on getting my school supplies after sending my notice to the apothecaries. Don't work too hard you guys!" Neville screamed over his shoulder as he left. He drew up the two letters to send to the Apothecaries and then left to go shopping.

'First stop is Gringotts to get some money'. As soon as he stepped in the place a goblin was there to do anything he wanted immediately. He sat in the cart to withdraw some money from the Barbier vault. He didn't have to use this vault, but he was mighty curious about what else was in it. The ride took forever in Neville's opinion and was surprised how deep this vault was. He was also astonished to what he found inside the vault. There were tons of books, gold, scrolls, gems, and of course the family crest. He took what he needed and more because he could and left. He went to Madam Malkin's first for some new robes.

"Hello Neville! Where is your grandmother?" asked Madam Malkin enthusiastically.

"She passed away." Neville shrugged off and went to look at the robes.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry. I didn't know!"

"It's fine. No one really does. Look, I need some new robes. So since you're the style expert maybe you could help me." Neville smiled. He finally fixed his teeth with a spell and whitened then just for good measure. He was not vain but who else was going to look after him?

"Of course, what do want? New school robes? New formal robes? What exactly are you looking for?"

"All of it."

"Great stand here while I measure you."

"Alright here are the robes that I have that will fit you. I suggest you keep to the darker range to complement your complexion and eye colour."

"Thanks"

After about an hour he literally had a whole new wardrobe plus some new boots and shoes. He had the store send them to his home so he didn't have to lug all the bags around. Now he wanted to get a new a wand. It's not that his dad's wand was bad; it's just that it didn't feel right.

"Well hello Mr. Longbottom and how are you this pleasant day?" Asked Mr. Olivander.

"Good. Yourself?"

"Good, good. Now I assume you are finally here to get your own wand?"

"Yeah. My dad's wand is fine it's just that it doesn't always does what it's supposed to."

"I wouldn't expect it to Mr. Longbottom. The wand chooses the wizard. The weaker the bond between the wizard and wand the less likely the wand will work."

"So does that mean the core needs to be different?"

"Perhaps. I remember every wand I ever sold. Your mother had a twelve and a quarter inch willow wand with unicorn hair, good for healing. Your father had a twelve and a half inch holly wand with dragon heartstring, good for defensive spells. You however may need something different. Here try this one, ten and half inch willow with dragon heartstring."

Nothing happened.

"Try this one. Eleven inch willow with vampire hair."

The wand jumped from Neville's hand back into the box.

"Guess not. Try this one. Twelve inch holly with basilisk blood."

The air started to move and a glow settled around Neville. "Wow. Is a match supposed to feel like that?" asked Neville.

"Yes it does. This wand is excellent for offensive and defensive spells."

"This wand sounds kind of dark. I mean basilisk blood is its core. Does that imply I'm a dark wizard or something."

"No not really. Some dark wizards have unicorn hair for their core. So the wand does not dictate whether you are good or evil. However, this wand is not easy to control so what it does tell me is that you have some powerful magic in you."

Neville thought him mad but made sure his face remained expressionless. 'Powerful magic? Me? I don't think so.' "Thank you very much Sir"

After this purchase he went to get his books and then headed to the apothecary for some of the required potions ingredients. Once finished he headed for the Leaky cauldron for something to drink. He ran into Ron, Hermione, and Harry at the bar where he ordered.

"Come on everyone let's grab a table" Ron said

"Come on Neville, everyone includes you too." Harry said while laughing.

When there drinks came Ron began talking about how great Harry's surprise birthday party was at the Burrow.

"Yeah it was awesome, it was great how Charlie brought over a baby dragon." Hermione said loudly

"Not so loud Hermione, Charlie could get sacked if people knew he smuggled one into the country, even if was only for a day." Responded Ron.

Neville couldn't believe it! There was a surprise party and no thought to invite him. Not only that they decided to talk about it in front of him believing that he was there.

"Well, well. If it isn't the mudblood, weasel, scarhead, and the squib" Draco drawled while grabbing a chair to sit with them.

Ron's face became as red as his hair and screamed at Malfoy.

"What are for doing sitting with us ferret face!"

"Ron please calm down you're making a scene" pleaded Hermione.

"Granger is right you know. You should learn to listen. Besides I just heard about a surprise party and decided to listen in."

"Whatever Malfoy, so Neville what was your favourite part of the party."

Neville looked at Harry like he lost his mind. Then simply gave him a glare worthy of Snape, but decided to play it cool and be calm. 'If Malfoy taught me anything, you irritate others the most when you're calm and right.

"How would I know Harry? I wasn't even there, let alone invited."

"What do you mean Neville? Of course you were there."

"Really? Then pray tell what did I do when I was there. Or what did I wear?"

"Um? You know what guys I don't remember Neville being there. Neville are you sure you didn't get an invitation. Ron was supposed to send them out."

"I sent them all out Hermione, you were the one who made the invitations."

Neville drank the last of his drink and slowly got up.

"I'm sure it wasn't intentional that you forgot I wasn't invited. But there you go; I wasn't. I have to go. It was a pleasure. You too Malfoy."

Malfoy nodded his head and looked at Neville's retreating form in pensive thought before adding his two scents. "Man, with friends like you who needs enemies. I'm very glad to have been sorted into Slytherin, at least they don't pretend to be people's friends. Oh, and did you guys know that his grandmother passed just this summer? I bet you didn't." Malfoy got up and laughed at their faces of shock and disbelief.

That was the last thing Neville heard before walking out the door and back into Diagon Alley. 'Now I have to pick up some groceries because I gave the house elves a day off. I feel like past... His thoughts were interrupted by

"Wait, Neville, wait" yelled Malfoy from behind. Neville slowed down until Draco caught up.

"Yes Malfoy?"

"Look I just wanted to say sorry about your grandmother's passing."

Neville gave him an incredulous look before saying thanks and tried to walk away.

"I'm trying to be nice here and you're shoving me off"

"What exactly do you expect Malfoy, you are not exactly my friend."

"And those people back there are?"

"No Malfoy. I have no friends." Then tried to step passed him.

"Neville you have changed. For the good I might add. You are not so, so.."

"Pathetic?"

"Yeah! Ok, that came out more rude then I intended."

"If your trying to make friends with Gryfindors to support your claim that you renounced Voldermort then maybe you should suck up to Potter. Or perhaps you figured that I would be the easiest to convince of your new good guy persona and squeeze you into his confidence?"

Draco winced when he said Voldermort. "Potter? Since when do you call the boy wonder become Potter?"

"Probably when I figured he wasn't my friend. If there is anything I admire about you Slytherins it's the fact that you are what you portray. For example you are and arrogant prick to everyone not just me."

"Did you just defend Slytherin house? What's next are you going to say that Dumbledore is a manipulative old coot who's ideas about integrating the Wizarding world with the muggle world is stupid?"

"This is not the time nor place for this discussion. I also don't trust you and must complete my errands before the shops close. However, as to your previous statement. Yes I do, but I still think Voldermort is a crazy half-blood who rules by fear. My views do not justify the rape, torture, and murder of innocent people. With that said good evening Mr. Malfoy"

'What happened to you Neville? Whatever it is, you have certainly got my attention.' Draco left to go down Knocturn Alley.