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Harry walked slowly down the halls of Hogwarts heading towards his class, humming a catchy little tune to himself. He had finally gotten one on the old man, he had succeeded where many had tried and failed. Today was the start of a rather great day. Now if he could only get Draco and Neville together all would be right in his world. Well maybe not everything, but who was he to push his luck? Harry continued walking the empty school halls, by passing his charms class and heading towards the Slytherin common room.
Class would be over in half an hour, there was really no point in trying to catch up then anyways. No he had other things to do, bigger fish to fry if you will. Neville and Draco were still fighting, and it didn't seem to have an end in sight. Getting the two boys together would be rather dangerous. If Draco was really a death eater in training and Neville happened to let something slip about the resistance then they would be doomed. Then again Draco could be a big asset to the group; it was one of those horribly tricky situations, which could go either way. But Neville deserved to be happy for once and Harry knew that Draco was just the one to do it for him.
Once he reached the common room Harry sat down near the fire and closed his eyes briefly. He wasn't at all surprised to hear a small pop and feel a large pile of letters fall in his lap. When he opened his eyes the house elf was gone, with a large sigh Harry began to go through his letters. It seemed that quite a few of the Griffins and Phoenixes were curious about what he had done. Some of them were rather upset that he hadn't mentioned them; it seems everyone wanted their 15 minutes of fame. Harry skipped over the letters from strangers; he wasn't in the mood for another marriage proposal or being damned to hell again. When, he had finished Harry tossed the unopened letters in the fire and sat back in his chair.
How was he going to get Neville and Draco back on speaking terms? Locking them in a closet was not only juvenile but it would probably only make matters worse. Draco was one for fondling in darkness, and Neville just wasn't that type of boy. To make things worse, Blaise was slowly moving in for the kill. Blaise and Neville had become rather chummy lately much to Draco, and Harry's annoyance. He would talk to Neville tonight; something really had to be done.
The other students coming into the common room interrupted Harry's brooding and brainstorming. Neville was the first to reach him, "Where were you Harry? We missed you in charms and Flitwick was beside himself with worry about where you had run off to." The clumsy boy said sitting down in front of the fire.
"Really Harry you should have heard him, 'That Harry Potter never misses a class, it's so unlike him to be late or skip, I do hope everything is all right.' He was in a right state all of class, even toppled off his little pile of books couple of times." Blaise said grabbing a seat on the other side of Harry.
The-boy-who-lived, chuckled and said, "Nothing to worry about, I was with the Headmaster, he wasn't to please with me this morning. By the time I managed to get out of his office there was barely 30 minutes left of class, figured I hadn't missed much and just came to the common room."
"No you didn't miss much we just reviewed a few things from last year to get ready for a new charm, nothing to major." Blaise said, slouching in his chair trying to get more comfortable.
"Good then I won't have to catch up and learn something new. And where is Draco, he's usually following behind you like a lost puppy." Harry said.
Neville's face flushed and he looked down, as Blaise started laughing and replied. "Well you see Harry, our little meek and mild Neville, was having a bad morning. Draco just made things worse. He stated hounding Neville about his homework and how it looked"
Harry groaned, "Please tell me you didn't Neville."
"I did, I slugged him Right Square in the mouth, and I think it broke his jaw or something. He was just so irritating and I didn't know what else to do." Neville confessed and Blaise started laughing again.
"You should have seen is Harry, we stood up to leave and Draco was still going on about everything and Neville just slugged him right there in the classroom, Flitwick gave them both detention. Draco was shocked I think. He should be coming back soon from the Hospital." Blaise said.
Harry groaned again and patted Neville's back, "Neville when are you going to learn to ignore him? He does these things just to get a reaction out of you. He just wants your attention that's all. And you let him get to you. If I didn't know any better I would say that you are in love with him." Neville's flushed faced turned deep red in embarrassment.
"I don't love Draco Malfoy. He simply annoys me and knows how to hit my buttons and gets to me." Neville said in his defense.
"Draco just wants to be with you, you know. He does these things because he cares for you, more then he probably wants to admit." Harry said to his friend.
Neville frowned, "Well I don't care either way. I don't want anything to do with him." Blaise and Harry shared a knowing look.
"Come on Neville, I need help with my herbology home work."Blaise said leading the other boy into his and Draco's dorm room. Not five minutes later Draco came storming into the common room.
"Where is he Longbottom? I'm going to ring his little neck." Draco said as his icy gaze moved across the common room, looking for his tormentor.
"Why don't you go and talk to Blaise and calm down a bit." Harry suggested to the blonde looking up from his essay.
Draco nodded and Harry called the other boy. "Blaise come here for a moment." The dark haired boy complied and his smile widened when he saw Draco.
"Yes, Harry?" Blaise asked the boy, his grin getting wider.
The green eyed boy smiled back at him. "Why don't you take Draco to your room and calm him down a bit." Blaise's smile turned evil and he nodded grabbing Draco's arm with great force, pulling him along. Without saying a word Blaise shoved the boy into his room and quickly locked the door with a strong locking charm. Harry and Blaise shook hands and started a game of chess.
Draco was startled by the strong shove Blaise bestowed upon him as he landed with a loud thud on the floor. Shaking his head to clear away his confusion, he was even more startled to see Neville looking at him in shock. The blonde quickly put everything together and realized that he and Neville were now locked in his and Blaise's room. Apparently Neville had also figured this fact out, for he was banging on the door and shouting.
"Harry James Potter you let me out of this room right this moment or so help me Merlin, you will not live to see another day. You'll be known as The-Boy-Who-Survived-Voldermort-But-was-killed-for-locking-a-friend-in-a-closet." Neville shouted through the door.
There was muffled laughter and a reply. "You aren't in a closet Nev, you're in a room. There's a bed and a bathroom and stuff. And it's not like we are starving you. We are just tired of all the fighting. Now go on and snog Draco, and make up." Harry said laughing again.
"You are a dead man Potter and don't you dare think you are off the hook either Blaise. I can't believe you locked us in a room together, what are we 2nd years now?" Neville yelled through the door. There was more laughter but no response. After another half an hour of Neville yelling with no response, Draco was sure a silencing charm was in place, the boy sat down with his head in hands.
"It's really not that bad Neville." Draco said dusting off his robes and sitting on his bed.
Neville gave him a withering glare, "Not that bad? WE ARE LOCKED IN A BLOODY CLOSET! And you're telling me it's not that bad? What did I do to ever deserve this?" Neville sobbed into his hands, as Draco looked on in concern unsure what he should do to comfort the clumsy boy.
Meanwhile outside in the common room, Harry and Blaise were applauding themselves on a job well done. They had cast a silencing charm on the room when Neville had continued to shout threats at them. They were laughing at their brilliance when a voice interrupted them. "What pray tell have the two of you done this time? I know it's something because you seem to find it rather amusing."