Over the next week Neville wasnt feeling well. He threw up constanly, ate more than he usually did which made him puke even more. Not to mention he wanted to see every singe second.
So like any normal person would do he went to the infirmarary. When he went to the infirmarary, Madame Pomfrey said he was in perfectly good health.
Neville laughed. Perfectly good health my arse! He thought. He just wanted to die so he would stop puking up his insides.
It didn't help any that Neville was seeing less and less of Draco every day. If Neville didn't know better he would think that Draco was avoiding him.
Draco was avoiding Neville. He knew it wasn't wise to do after Neville entrusted him with his virginity but it was for the best. He wouldn't let Neville get hurt over something so idiotic.
Flashback!
Draco just entered the slytherin common room when he spotted Pansy. She was sitting in a high backed arm chair as if she was waiting for him.
"Hey, Draco." She greeted him with a sickly sweet tone.
"What do you want?" Draco asked wasting no time. She only ever talked to him if it benefitted her in some way.
"Oh, come on Draco. Why don't you sit down and have a chat with me?" Pansy batted her eye lashes in mock innocence, motioning towards the other seat.
"Why would I want to talk to you?" Draco inquired. Ever since he lost his virginity to her, he avoided her like the plague. Neville didn't like her and that was plenty reason for him to steer clear.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because if you don't that little boy toy of yours would get into a little accident. You wouldn't want to see him hurt would you?" She smiled wickedly knowing she had hit a nerve.
Draco walked over to the chair sitting down.
"What do you want?" Draco asked her again.
"For you to leave him. To be with me. I'm so much better than that muggle loving filth. I won't touch a hair on his pretty little head if you do just that. Be mine Draco." That was a low blow. Sure it was simple but Neville would despise it. If anyone knew the extent of what Draco would do for Neville it was Pansy. She also knew he wouln't say no.
"Simple enough. We make it seem as if we're dating and me and Neville just stay a secret. He won't like this but it'll have to work." Draco gave the girl a confused look when she started to laugh.
"Oh no. Draco, honey. You have to leave him. You can't just keep this little secret you have to drop him like the trash he is. You can love me. I know you do I'm just making it easier for you to do it."
"If I don't want to?" Draco couldn't believe he was actually thinking about it.
"Lets just say a couple of werewolves will have full bellies." She snickered.
"Fine."
End of Flashback!
Draco was dragging out telling Neville. He thought of running away with his brown-eyed lover but he didn't want to live a life running.
Draco had to end things soon. he couldn't stand it if his lover was hurt.
To bad it happened either way.
When Neville entered the Great Hall he actually was able to keep the small amount of food in his stomache down. He walked over to where Harry and the gang were sitting.
Fred and George where having some debate on what was the best prank they have pulled and Hermione was talking to Ron and Harry about the three foot essay they had to complete in two days.
Neville sat down basking in the normalancy of the situation.
"Nevvidy Nevs Nevs! Haven't seen you here in a while." Fred said, stopping his debate with George abruptly.
"I haven't been feeling so well. Puking all day makes a person not want to eat." Fred looked at Neville affectionatly, not that Neville saw.
"If you need anything just tell me. I'll be glad to help you. I mean anything at all. Just ask." Fred said earnestly.
"Thanks."
Dinner went fine. They all chatted and laughed over simple things. It felt good. Today had a more festive feel to it since the next day would be holiday vacation. That was until Neville glanced at the slytherin table.
Pansy was practically plastered to Draco. That wouldn't of bothered him until Draco kissed her. Draco kissed her. She didn't kiss Draco. He kissed her.
Neville caught Draco's eyes, betrayel evident in the Gryffindor's gaze. The slytherin stopped kissing the girl for a moment to give the lion a cocky smirk as if to say your nothing.
Neville shook his head. He coudn't bring himself to feel bad because eh knew this was coming. He knew that Draco woud leave him but he let himself become blinded by hollow words. Sweet nothings that held no meaning.
Luna, why didn't I listen? You're always right. Why di I think it would of been any different now? Neville thought to himself. He didn'r have the right to be upset. Neville had fair warning that this was going to happen.
Neville excused himself from the table hurridly making his way to his room. He needed to be alone to think over what just happened. When he got there he pulled open his bed hangings just wanting to lay down and face the situation in the morning. What stopped him from doing so was the jar with a pale green liquid in it on his bed with a note sticking to it.
It's a potion to test if you're pregnant.
All you need to do it put a small drop of your blood in it then if it turns clear you are not with child if it turns black then you are.
~Luna
Neville grabbed the jar. Then he grabbbed a in from the stand next to his bed. Why not humor himself. Maybe it will get his mind off of what happened in the Great Hall.
He opened the jar then stabbed his finger. The drop of blood caused the green liquid to ripple slightly. After a while nothing happened then the liquid darkened. Turning into a deep green then blaclk. Black. Black. It turned black.
This couldn't be happening. Neville's worls was starting to crumble at his feet. Why didn't he listen to Luna? Why hadn't he taken the girl's warning to heart? Draco never loved him and now he was pregnant with the child of a Slytherin.
It all finally sunk in Draco never loved him. And now he was pregnant.
Tears formed in Neville's eyes sobs ripping themselves from his chest.
When Fred opened the door to Neville's dorm he heard crying. Immediatly he rushed over to Neville's bed seeing the brown eyed boy sobbing his eyes out.
Fred immediatly put his arms around the younger boy rocking him softly. Without a pause Neville clutched onto Fred's robes like his life depended on it. He sobbed into the red head's shoulder appreiciating the comfort it supplied.
Fred noticed a jar with midnight lliquid in it and a note lying next to it. Fred tilted his head slightly to read the note.
Oh.
"How?" Fred asked softly.
"I don't know. It just happened. I didn't know it could. If I did I wouldn't of told the arsehole not to use a condom." Neville said finally recovering from his breakdown.
"Arsehole, eh?" Fred quircked an eyebrow.
"It's a long story," Neville sighed.
"Neville when I said anything I meant it."
So Neville started at the very begining, from where he and Draco met, to this very moment. Fred sat there and listened. he never inturrupted once and when Neville couldn't talk over the sobs that came back throughout is explaination, Fred would rub his back and assure him(N) that he(F) was here for him. It was very dark and they had long ago ut a silencing charm around the bed when the other boys entered.
"Say something, please anything." Neville pleaded. He couldn't stand the silence. He just poured his heart out to someone he doesn't know that well. Neville was scared Fred would reject him.
"I know you don't wan to hear this, but I love love you. I Loved you ever since I saw you fall off the express. I loved you when you lost Trevor III and went into the girls bathroom. I love you even though you love someone else. And I'm going to wait for you to get over Draco and then ask you on a date. Untill then I will care for you and be your best friend." Neville didn't know what to say. The last person who said they loved him used him.
"I don't trust you. As a friend I trust you with every ounce of my being but as a lover..." Neville let the sentence hang in the air. Fred nodded and knew what the pregnanat boy meant.
"Then I will try my best to win your heart over and show you what being lovers means. Sleep, you need it. I'll be here in the morning." Neville shut his eyes losing himself in the warmth of the Weasley.
