Neville sat at the Gryffindor table, not eating. The first years had just finished being sorted, Dumbledore had finished his speech, and now the table were full with delicious and delectable savory dinner.
Neville noticed many people failed to be there; there parents most likely wanted to protect them.
Neville snorted. Like they could.
Neville continued to notice the many glances he was getting from the head professor, and he bit his tongue to stop from gritting his teeth.
The geezer was finally catching onto him and his abilities; he had to give the guy props, Neville was very good at hiding himself. After all, no one expected Neville to have the abilities he had.
It wasn't as if Neville had something against Dumbledore; he just didn't like the fact Dumbledore was a secretive and tricky person to deal with.
Im helping you, git, he thought bitterly, seeing the shine in the icy-grey eyes of the professor.
But Dumbledore was not the only one glancing at him.
Half the student body was. Obviously, they saw the changes in Neville's features. Neville simply rolled his eyes at this fact.
He didn't change for them. He changed for himself, and for the future of mankind.
Neville could hear the whispers of them; their lust gazes.
"I was planning to use the chocolates on Harry, but i think I've changed my mind...!," One murmured.
Neville couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up, causing an abrupt silence through the hall. Neville swung his thin, muscular legs over the table and walked out the great hall, his cloak billowing behind him and his shoes tapping against the ground.
The doors shut with a loud clank! and Neville made his way towards the Gryffindor Common Room silently.
The fat lady was staring at herself in a mirror. Conceited as always, Neville thought bitterly.
Neville held out his wand.
The password is Seferus, a voice said in the back of his mind.
"Seferus," Neville spoke.
The Fat Lady rose an eyebrow. Then, the door swung open, admitting Neville to the red and gold common room.
Neville walked in.
He climbed up the stares and into his regular dorm, which he shared with Seamus, Dean, Potter, and Ron.
Potter.....
Had Neville always called him that?
No, he hadn't.......
Neville sighed shaking his head.
He needed recruiters.
He had to make both Dumbledore and Voldemort oblivious to what he was doing.
How he was saving people.
How he would be......killing people.
How his whole life would be a secret and he would have to lie to everyone around him—not like that was different from what he was already doing and has been doing for the past few years.
Neville had to change, and he did change. For the good.
Dumbledore would except the opposite—might even expel him from Hogwarts.
But that didn't matter. That would make it easier.
Even veritaserum didn't work against him. Yes, Neville had found a cure for that evil potion.
Your brain is the strongest thing in your body. It controls your body. The potion tries to take over your brain and tell you to say the truth of your whole life.
All your brain needs to do is say 'No'.
People try to do it all the name, but they really just want to spit it all out. Your brain is the strongest, and weakest part of your body.
And the fact that Neville could control people helped too.
Neville sighed and changed into silver lounge pants and a black, tight t-top.
He closed the curtains on his four poster bed and then got under the covers, falling asleep with ease.
Neville's eyes flashed open when he felt something move on him. He quickly brought himself up on his elbows, looking down.
Right there in front of him, straddling his waist, was Harry Potter himself.
Harry ran a hand along Neville's chest, smirking. "You're a light sleeper now," he whispered.
"What the bloody fuck?!," Neville whispered back with urgency.
"Don't you get it Neville? I'm going to fuck you senseless, and your going to like it when my big cock fills you up with all my precious prizes," Harry said with lust.
"Get off," Neville growled.
"Nope. I'm going to make your scream in pleasure. I'm going to make you scream my name and beg me—like the bitch you are—to fuck you. I'm going to make you drink my cum and beg for more."
Harry grabbed a hold of Neville's chin, lifting it. "Your going to spread your legs wide and let me slap you raw," he hissed in Neville's ear.
Neville rolled his eyes, officially annoyed. "Your useless to me, Potter," he said monotonously, causing Harry to raise an eyebrow.
Go back to your bed, and go to sleep, Neville commanded with no interest what so ever.
Harry's eyes glazed over and he got off of Neville. He walked back over to his bed, and then seconds later, Neville could hear him snoring.
Neville sighed, falling back to his pillow.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on thinking of nothing.
Finding it impossible to do so, Neville stood up and silently walked out of his dorm into the Gryffindor common room, his journal in hand and wand in back pocket.
Looking around, Neville noticed all the frames were sleeping.
Neville pulled his wand out his pocket and pointed at the fire. Without a word, the fire burst into soft crackling flames.
Neville pocketed his wand again and took a seat in a soft red and gold chair, resting his elbow on the arm and setting his chin on his hand in what people would call a 'clever' way.
Neville lifted his head of his hand, staring at the other one as he held it up. Five digits.
Each finger tip; one number. A meaningful number.
It would lock them in. Worse then an Unbreakable vow.
Neville's eyes danced around the room again.
A few eyes were beginning to sleepily open.
Then, "Boy! What are you doing?! It's the dead night!," a woman yelled.
"I had issues sleeping, Ma'am.," Neville replied with ease. His voice was like liquid, and it actually made the woman shudder somewhat.
"Get your rump back to your dorm!," she growled.
Neville's eyes darted around carelessly, before he smirked and stood up. He put out the flame in the fire and then returned to his dorm.
Neville folded his hands together, resting his chin on them. His eyes gazed deeply at the Slytherin table.
There sat Draco Malfoy. Of course, he wasn't eating. He hasn't been eating much at all for the four weeks they have been back.
Draco is a very valuable person; he is the 'chosen one' for the dark lord.
But Neville could see it in Draco's silver eyes. He didn't want this.
He didn't want to be bound down like a bird in a cage.
He was willing to fight, as long as he could soar high, no limits attached to his wings.
He wanted peace among everyone; even Mudbloods.
As hard as he try to deny it, it's true.
Draco will be one of the most, if not most, valuable pieces in Neville's coven.
"Neville?" A snap sounded in Neville's ears as he saw the thumb and finger collide, causing the skin to make that utterly annoying sound.
Neville looked over to Hermione. "Yes," he said in an annoyed tone.
Hermione seemed taken aback by the rude gesture, but Ron came in for her. "Why are you staring at the Slytherin table, Nev?," he asked.
Neville stared at him, before using his smooth voice in intoxicate them. "I was thinking how bloody stupid Malfoy and the rest of those trolls were. I was thinking how they lie to everyone around them and our useless prats."
Ron grinned. "Nice," he said, before turning back to his cereal and chomping it down again.
Neville brought his tea cup up to his lips, and the liquid burned when it touched it. Neville froze.
His eyes became heavy, and he stared inside the cup.
It was still a scar to his mind. Use him as if he were a prostitute.....
He would send a Slytherin to do that job.
Maybe even Draco.
Draco and Neville were alike in that way.
The both had a deep revenge feeling for Lucius Malfoy.
Smash!
The tea cup slipped out of Neville's hands slowly, and then fell against the table, cracking into a billion pieces. The hot tea spilled over the food and some over the side on Neville's pant leg.
Neville was currently not breathing as he stared unblinkingly at the table, his eyes glazed over. All sound was gone, except for the loud hisses that rang in his ear.
Cole's slithered into the tavern, staying close to the walls. His tongue flipped in and out of his mouth, detecting everything around him. Cole slipped into a hole in the floor and slithered through the ground before he slithered out of another hole. His carefully crawled up a stool seat, his smooth scales gliding against the rotting wood.
Masssssterrr....., Cole said as his fangs extended towards the death eater's side.
Then, Cole jammed his fangs into the Death Eater, releasing his poison. The Death eater screamed his hand recoiling to the spot. Cole had already slithered into another hole and was gone. The Death Eater continued to scream and cause annoying loud noises. Then, he fell back in his seat and hit the floor, his eyes wide and dull, full of fear and pain, and his mouth guzzling bubbly saliva.
Neville came out of the vision and with a start, blinking. One Death Eater down, he thought with deep satisfaction.
"Neville!," somebody screamed. Neville flinched away roughly when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He looked up to see Hermione.
"Bloody Hell Hermione!," he growled, standing up. He brought back his hand and released it on her cheek, slapping the girl. A pink rose blush formed on Hermione's cheek, and her eyes and mouth were open wide with surprise. "Stop trying to come onto me!," Neville said with dangerous hate before he walked out the great hall swiftly.
The large room was silent in surprise for many moments, before it burst up in whispers. A group of people had crowded around Hermione, who was still shocked senseless. Suddenly, tears leaked in Hermione's eyes, and she pushed past them, sobbing as she ran out the great hall.
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Neville folded his leg over his other, unconsciously cutting off his circulation. He leaned back in his chair, looking down at the cauldron in front of him. Of course, it was bubbling and it was the wrong color. Neville swore to himself. He hated potions.
Neville picked up the book with one hand, reading it.
It was wrong. All the stuff it told you to do was wrong. Neville looked up to the new potions professor—professor Slughorn.
What a joke, Neville thought. Neville's eyes darted around the room.
Many people were pissed right now, and they were yelling out their cauldrons. Most potions were blowing up in their faces.
Neville's eyes landed on Blaise Zabini, an black Italian student. He was staring at the cauldron silently. His eyes were narrowed in confusion in anger, but he failed to say anything.
A table opposite from Blaise was Potter. His potion was going perfectly, and Hermione kept glancing at him, obviously angered.
Neville's eyes narrowed on the textbook, and he noticed there was writing inside it.
Neville smirked. Potter a cheater. Who would've thought.
Neville looked back to Blaise, who was now trying to fix his potion.
In all the time Neville has been in Hogwarts, he noticed that Zabini was an excellent potions student.
He even beat Hermione in the OWL's.
Neville observed the Slytherin with careful eyes.
Blaise leaned down carefully and smelled the potion. He looked back in his textbook, and his eyes narrowed in confusion. Then, Blaise closed the book and added a few items to the potion.
He stirred it, going on his instinct. Then, there was a beautiful deep violet potion that matched the same as Harry's.
A slow, fitting smirk stretched across Blaise's lips, and he sat in his chair, not saying a word.
Blaise was perfect.
Suddenly, Lavender got furious at Blaise's success, and she dumped a mount of roots inside it.
Blaise's eyes widened. "Stop!," he hissed, grabbing her arm. But it was too late. Now the potion was an ugly green color, and it was boiling insanely.
Lavender smirked. "Take that, slytherin."
Blaise's eyes showed in intense fire of hate, and Neville was sure he was going to hit the girl.
But he didn't. He simple slapped off her hand and carefully dumped the potion in a designated area.
Neville pulled at his chin, smiling devilishly.
Her.
Megan Jones.
The female, her pink and black hair resting on her shoulder neatly, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows and lips pink with lip stick, was sitting by the lake, looking at it with a longing.
Her fingers played with the pebbles beneath her, and sometimes she would throw one into the water and watch it skid across the icy surface.
Neville walked over to her, sitting down carefully beside her.
Megan didn't flinch; didn't even look at Neville. Just stared out onto the frosty plain, thinking about her family.
They had been killed by Death Eaters the previous year, and ever since then, she's gone into this state of solitude.
They sat there together for two hours strait, watching the river and pebbles and ripples.
Finally, Megan said, "No matter how hard i try, i can not get past four jumps."
Neville, careful not to quickly reply, replied, "Twist your wrist lower and make a quick flick."
The two students eyes met. Neville cautiously reached out and took the smooth rock out her hand. He demonstrated the act, and the rock jumped seven times against the water before it sunk.
Neville picked up another round pebble and handed it to her. "Try it."
Megan nodded and she took it, copying Neville's actions. The stone went eight skids and then stopped.
"Thank you, Neville," Megan said.
"Don't. I've seen you out here. Everyday. Whenever you have a free period—lunch, i guess. You'll walk out here and stare at this lake."
Megan didn't reply, but her eyes lowered, and Neville could see the sorrow in them.
"The Death Eaters..."—Megan flinched—"I'm sorry about what happened to your parents," Neville finished.
Megan nodded slowly, biting her lip. She sniffed. "That's a first."
"What do you mean?"
Megan took a large breath, looking at the sky. "It was because of my family. They—They thought Harry was a lunatic for the he-who-must-not-be-named case. I was stuck in the middle. I mean, this was my family! You trust your family....But Cedric...I knew Cedric. He helped me out with my homework and he worked with my temper and he was the shoulder i could cry on...and he..." Megan's voice caught in her throat. A tear streaked down her cheek.
Neville put a hand on her shoulder. "You don't...Megan, don't hold it in. It's been two years now. You have to let it out," he said sympathetically.
"Y-you wa-won't run away, r-right?," Megan asked, trying to hold back her tears.
"I swear it."
Megan looked into Neville's eyes, and then she burst up in sobs, clenching onto Neville's body. She buried her face in his chest, gripping onto Neville tightly.
"Cedric..!," she cried. "I'm so sorry Cedric!"
Neville stroked the girls hair, comforting her and having no regrets about it.
After an hour or so, Megan had finished crying. Now, her breathing was deep and steady, so obviously, she was sleeping.
Neville picked the thin girl up and walked back to Hogwarts Castle.
Ignoring the gasps inside the castle, Neville brought the girl to the Hufflepuff room.
He accessed through the painting near the kitchens—for he knew ever password to this school—and set her on one of the fat, yellow arm chairs.
"Megan!," most students cried running over to her.
"Quiet!," Neville hissed. "She's sleeping, that's all!"
"Oh..," they murmured. Neville noticed a student—Sam Megalia—stare at her from afar, his eyes full of worry.
He likes her, Neville knew immediately.
The Hufflepuffs, far to worried about Megan to care how Neville got inside their common room, paid no attention to Neville as they whispered gossip amongst each other.
Neville walked over to the dirty blonde haired teen. He was very handsome and lanky. A fast runner.
"May i talk to you, Sam?," Neville asked.
"No," was Sam's quick, icy reply. He didn't want to leave Megan.
"I didn't mean now," Neville said, a kind town baked into his tone.
Sam's eyes flashed to Neville. "Okay, when do you want to talk and where?," he asked rudely.
Neville smiled politely. "Tomorrow night at midnight, Astronomy tower."
"Won't we get in trouble, Longbottom?," Sam asked. But his real question was, 'wont you get in trouble, Longbottom?'
Neville was liking this kid more and more. He has a strong sense of loyalty, and he will kill someone if they ever hurt his beloved. Very vengeful of him. Also, he doesn't slack off, and he hates being annoyed. Very timid, but that could easily be controlled.
"No, we wont. Trust me."
Sam scoffed. "Yeah, sure, alright. Whatever."
"One last question."
"What?"
"Do you love her?"
Sam was shocked into silence at first. Then, a cute blush ran over his cheeks. "Yeah...i guess i do."
Neville patted the Hufflepuff on the shoulder. "Good luck."
Then, Neville left the comfy common room.
Neville's sleeves were rolled up to his upper arms and his cloak was discarded in his dorm room. His wand was in his back pocket snugly. Neville chewed on a blueberry pastry, looking around the great hall.
Hermione failed to be beside him ever since the incident three weeks ago, and Neville couldn't care less.
Now, Seamus was beside him, actually being quiet.
His eyes kept darting up to Dean, and a soft pink tingle blush was on his cheeks. Dean too kept looking at him, and he had a sketch book on his lap and quil in hand.
He was obviously drawing a picture of Seamus, and was trying to get the right details in his eyes and other delicate featured the boy had.
Neville smiled inwardly at this, knowing he would never in his life have a relationship as cute and cuddly as that.
Neville looked over to the Hufflepuff table. Sam, of course, was sitting beside Megan. Megan's eyes darted to Sam ever so often, taking in Sam's gorgeous features.
Sam, being the brother of Cedric, shared many of Cedric's looks/
Megan was realizing it.
Sam looked up to Neville, catching his eyes. He nodded.
Neville looked over to the ravenclaw table. The Ravenclaw's were the tricky ones. Clever. Too clever.
Mandy Brockleheart caught Neville's eyes with ease. She was an amazing student in Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures. Also, she was an exceptional actress. Very good in deceiving people.
Next in line was Lisa Turpin. She enjoys reading and writing, and has started a Novel. Her mind picks up details no one else sees, and she is very good with a knife. Neville's seen her cut in Potions. Fast, sharp, precise. Though she doesn't like quick decisions and rather think it out.
Neville watched the two girls from afar, observing their every move. Many was loud and out going—she loved a crowd and friends. Could gain the trust of others.
Lisa was the opposite. She was quite and very careful in her moves. She was a great judge of character, and her metallic green eyes showed nothing about herself.
Both of them were very valuable pieces in Neville's game.
Neville finished his pastry and rubbed his hands together, releasing the crumbs to the floor. He stood up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
His eyes followed over to the Slytherin table, where Draco was. Draco was leaning against Blaise, deep circles under his eyes. His eyes were shut, and he had a hand clasped to his open ear. Blaise was caressing Draco's back, soothing the boy.
Draco hadn't had a good nights rest for months, and he was breaking under the pressure.
Neville's eyes lowered. He found himself walking over to the Slytherin table.
Blaise looked up at him with piercing eyes. "What?," he asked in a hushed tone, obviously not wanting to disrupt Draco.
"Are you going to Hogsmeade today?," Neville asked.
"What is it to you?!," Pansy growled, glaring at Neville.
Blaise looked over Neville carefully, and then he nodded once. "Yes. Why?"
"Meet me in the Three Broom Sticks."
Blaise stared at him.
Neville was about to leave when he remembered. "Don't bring Draco with you." Then, Neville turned and walked away.
Blaise stared after the teen, mind bursting with questions.
"Draco," he said, slowly pushing the blonde off him.
Draco groaned, and his eyes fluttered open. "It's time to leave this god forsaken shit hole already?," he asked bitterly, standing up and gathering his stuff.
Blaise smirked. "Your not going to Hogsmeade, correct?"
Draco nodded gruffly. "Damn right. Have fun, pussy." Draco left with nothing else said.
"You are seriously thinking of going to see Longbottom, are you?!," Pansy shrieked quietly.
"I want to know what he has to say," Blaise replied with ease.
Pansy stared at him, and then 'hmf'ed. "Whatever," she said, crossing her hands over her chest and walking away, her nose high in the air.
Blaise spotted Neville out of the crowd of people in Three Broom Sticks. He walked over to the edge of the bar, taking a seat by him.
"What would you like?," the tender asked.
"Water," Blaise replied, composed.
Neville held out his empty cup. "Another Firewhisky."
Blaise raised any eyebrow. "Drinking?"
"I would consider a liquid going down my throat 'drinking', yes," Neville replied sarcastically.
Blaise grabbed his water, squeezing a lemon in it. He took a small sip. "Why did you call me here?"
"I'm interested in you," Neville replied carelessly.
He crossed a leg over another, setting an elbow on the counter, resting his cheek on it. He gazed at Blaise with trying eyes.
"Excuse me?," Blaise asked, slightly taken back.
"Not like that," Neville replied tartly, as if it was obvious. "I mean, your abilities. They've caught my eye."
Blaise stared at Neville. He knew there was something on with the brown haired teen, but he didn't expect Neville to be like.....this.
"What's that supposed to mean?," Balise questioned, taking another sip from his lemon water. He set down the cup, waiting for Neville's answer.
Neville's hand, like a lightning bolt, grabbed Blaise's left arm, gripping it tightly with piercing fingernails.
Blaise desperately tried to get away, But Neville refused to let go. Neville's stared into Blaise's eyes, and Blaise stared back, his nose flaring.
Neville rolled up Blaise's sleeve and flipped his arm over, revealing the underside. Neville looked down. There lay the dark mark, the snake and skull gleaming against Blaise's dark skin.
A slow smirk came over Neville's lips, and he looked back up to Blaise, who seemed so pissed off he could scream.
Neville tapped Blaise's arm and let go, chuckling to himself.
Blaise quickly rolled his sleeve up, looking around the tavern to see if anyone had seen it. No one had.
"Death Eater, hmm?"
"Shut up!," Blaise growled. "I'm leaving." Blaise was about to get off from his seat, but Neville grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back.
"I won't tell," Neville said softly. "Your secret is safe with me. Your's and Draco's."
Blaise, knowing that Neville knew about them, simply gave in, finding it useless to struggle. "How did you know?," he asked.
"It's obvious," Neville replied.
"How so?"
"It just is."
"And your not going to tell?"
Neville didn't speak for a moment, then, slowly, he started. "No...Blaise....I actually have a proposition for you."
Blaise raised an eyebrow. "A proposition?"
Neville hummed joyfully, and got up from his seat. He slipped his coat and scarf back on. "Not here, Zabini. It was nice talking to you."
With that, Neville paid the bartended for their drinks, and then left.
His feet crunched against the snow, and a gusty wind passed him, ruffling his hair.
Then, Neville spotted Lisa Turpin by the shrieking shack. She was standing right up to the front door step, staring blankly at the door.
Neville walked up to her, and he was only a few two feet away when she turned around.
Her face resembled one who had a heart attack.
Suddenly, Neville felt his cheek go how and there was a tingly slap! noise.
"Bloody hell, Longbottom!," she said through pants. "Don't scare me like that!"
Neville smiled. "S-sorry.."
"Im sorry for slapping you," Lisa apologized.
"I would've done the same thing," Neville replied.
Lisa stared at him credulously.
"No, i mean—"
Lisa put a finger to Neville's lips. "Just shut it, Neville. Before i hurt you."
Neville nodded, and Lisa took her finger away.
"Would you like to walk with me?," Neville asked.
Lisa nodded, and the two began walking.
"I heard about Megan," Lisa said. "I got inspired by it."
"Really now?"
Lisa nodded, pocketing her maroon gloved hands.
"It was very nice of you. I've seen her too. She's so lonely."
"It's expected."
Lisa nodded. "Yeah."
"Not trying to intrude on your personal life, Lisa, but didn't your grandma die from a death eater?"
Lisa nodded, biting her lip. "Yes, very tragic. I didn't know her that well though, so i can't really put the supposed emotions towards it."
"Ah, i understand."
Lisa raised an eyebrow. "It must be harder for you though," she said with an odd softness. "I mean....y-your parents were tortured with the unforgivable curse, and they still didn't tell the Death Eaters any information...and now there...."
"In St. Mungo's," Neville fixed.
Lisa nodded once, fixing her coke-bottle glasses before continuing. "And now your grandmother is dead.....it seems like you have no one. I don't even know how you do it Neville."
"It's because i don't consider myself alone. Even though no one notices me, i keep going on. And sometimes, there are these voices in the back of my head, telling me 'i can do it'."
"Ah..," Lisa murmured. "But now look at you!," she said, her voice brightening from her mellow tone. "Everyone keeps looking at you like your Adonis!"
Neville chuckled at that. "Funny, Lisa. But i am far from that....Malfoy, is adonis."
Lisa giggled. "No.....Yeah, i wont deny that. Even now, with those dark circles under his eyes, he still looks like some sexy vampire!"
The two broke up in laughter, unable to stop their giggling fits.
Finally, they sighed, realizing they were in front of Madam Puddifoot's pink tea shop, and stopping.
"I can't believe this is still up and running," Lisa said, looking at the pink shop. "With how everything's going right now...."
Neville nodded in agreement. "Yeah, surprising...."
Suddenly, Neville saw Lisa close her eyes, leaning in.
Their lips connected. Lisa, realizing Neville wasn't kissing back, opening her eyes slowly.
Neville stared at her, a faint blush on his cheeks. "I-I'm sorry Lisa...."
Lisa quickly leaned back, blushing violently. "S-sorry...."
Neville grabbed her hand, squeezing it. "I'm gay Lisa, that's why."
Lisa's hollow eyes brightened immediately. "Oh." She looked back to Neville. "Wh-who do you like?"
Neville couldn't help but blushing. "D-draco...," he whispered.
Lisa stared at him, and then burst up in laughter. She grabbed onto Neville for support laughing her teeth off. "I knew it!"
"Hmpf," was Neville's embarrassed reply.
The two started walking again, a light mood between them. "So..a slytherin?," Lisa asked.
"Yes," Neville replied. "But it doesn't matter what there in, does it?"
Lisa suddenly gasped. She hugged Neville. "Thank you so much! Finally, somebody gets it!"
Neville laughed, and he looked inside Honeydukes Sweetshop. There, he saw Mandy checking out some sweets.
"Hey Lisa, i gotta go talk to someone," Neville said. "Let's keep in touch!," he called as he left her, running into the store.
He pushed past the jumbled people and reached Mandy. She had a Blood-flavored lollipop in her mouth, and she was sucking on it.
"Hey Mandy," Neville said.
"Hi Neville," Mandy replied. "What's up?"
"Mandy, what are your feeling on Lisa?"
Mandy turned to look at Neville, raising an eyebrow. "Lisa Brown? Lisa Call? Lisa Zin? Lisa Turpin?"
"Turpin."
"Oh," Mandy said, rolling her eyes slightly. "She's okay. Why? You want to date her? She has a nice ass."
Neville blushed bright pink. "No! I'm gay!"
Mandy clapped a hand over Neville's mouth as people glanced at them. Mandy waved, smiling. They looked away.
"Don't say that out loud!," she hissed at Neville.
"Sheesh...So, what are your feeling on her?"
"She's okay, like i said. I don't have a grudge against her or anything. That doesn't mean I'm best friends with her either."
"What if," Neville said, picking up an peppermint imp and popping it into his mouth. "You could do a make-over on her?"
Mandy dropped the exploding bonbon in her hand, her mouth reaching the floor. "Really?!," she gasped, looking at Neville.
Neville nodded. "Yep." Suddenly, as he chewed the candy, his mouth started to feel like lava.
"Fire!," he screamed, opening his mouth. A trail of black smoke left it like a volcano. Neville tried to blow it away, and then he started to choke from dryness.
Mandy took a proper step to the left as Neville coughed. Flames extended from his throat into the air.
Neville coughed it out, and all that was left was a dry throat.
"She said she would love one from you," Neville rasped.
Mandy smiled and giggled cheerfully. "Okay! Thanks Neville, i owe you!"
And then Mandy ran off chipperly, skipping onto the white field.
Neville slipped on his tuxedo, staring at his image in the mirror. He was looking pretty damn-right fine in the suit, and he smirked.
Deciding to make amends with Hermione, he slipped out his dorm with three ties on his shoulders.
He knocked on Hermione's dorm room.
The door opened to reveal a beautiful woman wrapped in a light brown dress. "Neville....," Hermione said, her eyes examining the teen.
"I'm sorry that i slapped you, Hermione," Neville said. "I don't know what came over me."
Hermione nodded. "Okay, i understand. Is that it?"
Neville shook his head. "I don't know which tie would go best."
Suddenly, Ginny appeared. She pointed at crimson read one.
"Thanks," Neville said, walking away and slipping on that tie. He set the others on his bed, and then went into the restrooms, spraying on a fresh cologne that was sure to intoxicate.
Neville then made his way to the party, ready to serve. Do to the fact that Neville failed to pay attention at all in Slughorns class, he wasn't invited. But that didn't mean he wasn't coming. He would serve, and be damned if he didn't look sexy doing.
When Neville arrived, he quickly picked up a plate of pastries, smiling at the guest.
The guests continued to stare at him and walk up, leaving their original dates.
Neville barely payed attention, rather focusing on his selected beings.
He had yet to decide on Gryffindor, since most would run to harry the moment they knew.
All he had to do is hint and they would tattle.
That's why Neville had to be deadly precise. One mistake could ruin it all.
Neville found his plate empty after a while, and set it down.
He grabbed another one, not even offering to people since they would rather come up to him—unless they were shy.
To Neville's immediate satisfaction, he saw Lisa. Her black, stringy, flat hair was now full of volume and gorgeous big curls. She was in a tight skimpy dress. It was short, rising above her knees, and it had large bow tie tied in the back. She had four inch black heels on that showed her toes, and she also wore fish net tights. Her lips were bright red, and she had a rosy blush on her cheeks. She had silver earings on, and light eyeshadow. Her nails were done and she was clutching onto a hand-held purse. She was not wearing her coke bottle glasses, so she must've had contacts placed in her eyes.
She was gorgeous.
Neville aimlessly handed the try to someone and walked over to her.
"Lisa!," i cried. "Your beautiful!"
Lisa blushed pink. "Th-thank you!" Lisa wrapped her arms around Neville carefully, hugging him. "It's all thanks to Mandy!"
Neville nodded, smiling as they pulled away. "She did an amazing job on you."
"Thanks. You look good too! So sexy! Where's the date?"
Neville chuckled, shaking his head. "I," he said, picking up a tray from whoever was beside him and holding it out, "am a humble server, Madame."
Lisa giggled, taking a small piece of chocolate. "You weren't invited were you? A pity!"
They both laughed, and then separated.
Neville continued to glance at Draco, who was obviously fake smiling. He didn't have a date, nor did Neville expect him to want one. He was talking with Blaise, who was by Pansy.
As Neville continued to watch them, he saw Draco's foot collapse and Draco almost fall. Blaise caught him quickly. "Are you alright?," Blaise whispered.
Draco nodded, pushing him off. "I'm fine," he visibly lied.
Neville walked over to them. "Raspberry Chocolate," he said.
Pansy took one, but Draco and Blaise didn't. Blaise stared directly into Neville's eyes, obviously yearning to know what the proposition was.
"I gotta go," Draco suddenly said, turning on his heel and leaving them.
Neville stared after him, before aimlessly shoving the plate into Blaise's hands and following him.
He made sure to walk swiftly, yet silently. He didn't want to get caught.
Neville heard footsteps behind him, and quickly went into a closet, looking out the large hole.
There he saw Potter, a suspicious expression on his face.
He wanted to know what Draco was doing.
Once Harry was far enough away, Neville opened the closet and walked out, following them.
He saw them go into a restroom, and Neville silently his around the corner of a wall, watching them.
He saw Draco hunched over a sink. His sleeves were rolled up and the faucet was going. He was splashing water against his face. When Draco lifted his head, Neville noticed his eyes were pink, and his breathing was odd.
"M-malfoy?," Harry asked.
Draco's head snapped around, and his wand was pointed at Potter.
"Flipendo!"
Harry quickly dodged it, and it hit a stall door, causing it to fly off it's hinges.
"Incendio!," Harry shouted back, and Draco started running into an opposite direction(since there were two openings to the bathroom)
The mirror caught the fire and shattered.
Harry ran after Draco. He went into a stall and looked down. He saw feet, and then a wand. "Petrificus Totalus!," Draco called. Harry jumped up, and then another spell was aimed towards him.
"Reducto!"
The toilet beside Harry burst open and water started pumping out onto the floors. There were footsteps as both the boys ran out the stalls. Neville followed.
Draco, having gone the wrong way, was stuck at a dead in.
Neville knew what was going to happen next.
Harry pointed his wand at Draco. "SECTUMSEM—"
"CRUCIO!," Neville screamed. Harry's spell was cut off as he wailed, falling to the floor with agonizing cries.
Neville's eyes widened. Not in fear, but in the murderous feeling boiling inside his body.
His eyes flashed over to Draco, who was staring at them wide eyed.
Neville couldn't stand his expression. His hate grew more. All his power vibrated through his wand and landed on Harry who was rolling on the floor, crying and screaming.
Neville couldn't hear anything. His ears were pounding.
"DON'T YOU EVER USE A SPELL AGAINST HIM!!!," Neville screamed wildly, gripping his wand. "DON'T YOU EVER DARE TOUCH HIM!!! YOU FUCKING BITCH!! AVADA KADA—"
Suddenly, Neville was tackled, causing him to stop the death spell. Though Neville failed to notice it, tears we're streaming down his eyes.
"Draco!," he cried, sobbing into Draco's chest, gripping him tightly. He repeated that name over and over, and he refused to let go.
After a while, he felt him become part of a tighter embrace as Draco wrapped his arms around the secret parsletongue, stroking Neville's hair.
Neville woke up in the hospital. He immediately sat up, looking around. It was bright, even though there were blinds. Neville saw Potter in a bet, his body unmoving. Next to him was Draco.
"Draco..," Neville murmured. He looked around for his wand, and found it beside his cot. "Did they....?"
Draco shook his head. "They didn't check for spells. All they did is immediately send you guys up here. Your only got here last night."
Neville stared at him for a second, and then nodded. "Alright."
He looked around for Madam Promfree, but she failed to be there.
Neville knew what he had to do. "Draco, im going to ask you to close your eyes and ears for five seconds. Okay?"
Draco nodded, squeezing his eyes shut and clasping his hands over his ears.
"Obliviate," Neville whispered in parsletongue, and their was a flash as the spell cascaded on Harry and all the Professors scattered around the Castle and possible people who had heard about the incident.
Then, Neville murmured, "Remake." He chose a different scenario of last night, saying that Harry accidently used Crucio on himself.
As soon as the spells were done, Draco found himself opening his eyes and letting go of his ears. Wait..why was he doing that? No...why was even in here?
"What the bloody fuck?!," he growled, standing up. "Why the hell am i in here?!"
Neville didn't reply. I'm sorry Draco.
He lay there, staring at his hands. Last night he had fucked up. At least he was able to patch it back up.
Draco sneered at Neville, and then slapped him in anger. "I don't know why I'm in here, and personally, i don't fucking care." Then, the teen turned on his heal and walked out the Hospital wing.
Neville sighed, rolling his eyes.
Gossip filled the halls of Harry using Crucio on himself on accident. He had been 'hallucinating' about Voldemort.
Even Dumbledore believed it, and was taking extra care of Harry.
Neville sat in his common room, which was filled with students. It was the night before Christmas break, and Gryffindor had just one a game against Ravenclaw. Neville, the incident in the past to him now, examined the Gryffindors carefully.
Natasha James.
She used to be in love with Lee Jordan, but got over it after some while. Currently, she loves Blaise Zabini, and had been very pissed during Slughorn's party. Naturally, she is a kind and caring person who studies hard, but she has a temper of a snake, and it is very fiery. She's well at cooking, and has a large sense of fairness among the races. She fights for her beliefs, making her a very brave person. Her worst fear is someone or something slitter hers or somebody else's wrists—or any part of the body.
Last of the 'official and most important' guard was James Greyhound.
James is fair and polite, and has never once gotten in a fight. He hold's his head high and shows he is not afraid. His best subjects are Charms and Music, and to hell with the others. James has a high interest in animals, even though he constantly failed Care of Magical Creatures. James is quiet and yet outgoing, and he is excellent on any instrument. He is a great entertainer. Even though he shows to have a dull mind, he can pick up on many details most don't see. He hates gossip, believing people shouldn't talk behind someone's back, and up to their faces.
So, this was Neville's 'Royal Guard'. Of course, he would use much other beings—pawns—and their memory would get wiped and replaced after something happened.
It was Neville's Royal Guard who would kill death eaters mostly. Very rarely would the pawns.
Neville, wishing to go to sleep, congratulated Rom on a good job done and then went to bed, succumbing himself to the darkness in his mind.
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