TO MEND A BROKEN HEART

Disclaimer: I don't own either Harry Potter. I don't mean to cause harm or confusion. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I gained no profits from this story. This is written purely for my own entertainment.

Warnings: Slash, M/M love. (DON'T LIKE DON'T READ)

AUTHOR NOTE :Please enjoy, sorry for the late update.

CREDIT(BETA): Thank you DrarryLover28 for helping me with this chapter.

WARNING: M/M SMUT at the end of the chapter, avoid if you don't like it!

Chapter 3

"Nothing we said will change your mind will it?" Neville Longbottom muttered lowly and sighed. He knew the reason Harry was so adamant about divorcing Ginny, and he honestly couldn't blame Harry for his decision. However, knowing that still made him feel sadden about how the marriage ended.

"No, Nev. I will not change my mind about it," Harry smiled miserably as he spoke to one of his best friends.

Neville nodded absentmindedly. "Alright, your son is good to go. He's just recovering and feeling fatigued; nothing to be worried about. Take a few weeks off to take cares of him and… figure out everything," Neville spoke out as he patted his best friend's shoulder and Neville's friendship deepen right after the second war and now, since Harry is constantly injured during those intense Quidditch games, Neville has become the family's healer and one of Harry's best friends that he trusts with his life.

Harry smiled gratefully at Neville and stared back at his son who was sleeping peacefully on the couch. His hatred toward Ginny only increased when he saw the faint red hand mark on his son's face. Initially, he was shocked to see the bruise on James's face and suspected it was Ginny's doing as he clearly knew that the other Weasleys love James dearly. After pushing his son to tell him who was responsible, his suspicions were proven to be spot-on. He really wanted to go back and slap her but sensing James increasing body temperature, he quickly took James, instead, to his most trusted healer, Neville.

"Are you going to keep the house?" Harry immediately moved his gaze to a third man that had been silent until just then, calmly sitting on the couch across from the two men oberserving.

"No, I've bought a house in a Muggle neighbourhood. I'll move in with James as soon as possible. But, I still need some help from you. Ginny wanted everything inside the Potter vault. You'll need to amend the documents and resend them to her," the raven sighed, gently ruffling his son's hair.

"She asked for that?" Neville joined the conversation, sitting beside the third man and naturally wrapping his arm around the shorter man's waist. The man gave Neville a small smile and unconsciously leaned against Neville's chest.

Harry nodded with a complicated looks on his face.

"So, does that mean you agree with it? You're not against it?" the man asked with a slight frown on his face.

"I don't care about that. That vault was meant for her after all. Just make sure I get the custody of James, no matter what," Harry uttered gravely, fixing his gaze on the man demandingly.

"Then how about you and James? I mean, it's nice of you to give her your whole fortune but you need to think about your future with James. You'll need those galleons," Neville looked worriedly at his best friend. "Let's be realistic, those galleons are necessary in order for you and James to lead a comfortable life after all this."

"That vault doesn't even contain even a quarter of all my assets," the raven smirked.

He never actually revealed his whole fortune to Ginny as he never found it to be important or necessary to talk about because he had always thought that what's his also belonged to her. Lucky for him that he learned to manage his finances from a few friends before he realized Ginny had been cheating on him. He had recently moved his galleons and other assets and invested them in different avenues, storing the majority of his fortune in a separate vault that could only be used by him and his heirs. He also took out all the family heirlooms from Potter vault, only leaving galleons for his wife to spend. He didn't want to store all of his possessions in only one place, just in case anything happened to it. Ginny's unfaithfulness was not a foreseen exception, but it definitely qualified. Her demand for the fortune in the Potter family vault only validated his justification for moving and dividing his possessions. Initially, he had only considered doing all this for his son or in the possibility of more children, so that they would have a better future. He never thought it would become necessary during a sudden messy divorce. He and James would have been left with nothing.

"I never thought I would see such a deceitful side of you, Potter," the third man chuckled darkly.

"Whatever. Just do your job nicely, Zabini," Harry rolled his eyes, not wanting to comment any further. Similarly to how Neville became the family's healer, Harry hired Blaise as his family's attorney. Although they wouldn't be considered good friends yet, due to the Slytherin's sharp tongue, Harry tolerated him for Neville's sake.

"It's Longbottom now; Blaise Longbottom. We're married alright?" Neville huffed, scowling at his friend. Why he always needs to remind everyone that, Harry still wasn't sure. The corners of Blaise's mouth twitch upward, amused by his husband's behaviour.

Harry smirked. Who would have ever thought that the Gryffindor that had once fearlessly fought against Voldemort and beheaded Nagini would end up marrying an annoying Slytherin? But at least Neville seemed blissful and content, unlike himself…

"I think I'll quit Quidditch. I need to be with James right now." Harry grimaced as the words came from his mouth. Harry really loved Quidditch, and it pained him to have to quit. But James always came first. His son was his whole world, and he'd sacrifice anything to be with his son right now.

"Well, that is alright I guess. I think James will be-"

"No! You can't do that!" Neville and Harry immediately snapped to look at Blaise quizzically when he cut Neville off.

"Why can't I?" Harry glared at his best friend's husband. Harry knew Blaise took his job as the family lawyer seriously, but if that man was only concerned about his money and estates, he'd need to seriously finding a new lawyer.

"Because, Potter, you already signed the three year contract with them. If you backed out now, not even your title as the Saviour could save you from sitting in Azkaban for five years."

Harry slumped his shoulders and leaned heavily against the leather couch, feeling totally defeated. He knew what Blaise had just said was nothing but the truth. A contract is a contract and , the moment he signed it, he was bound to follow it. Not even his excessive fortune could save him from the punishments that he would be facing if he quit now.

"James needs you now, more than ever. Don't risk it, just continue doing your job. We will help with whatever you need. Don't do anything without thinking. It's not just about you anymore." Blaise slowly added.

Harry looked at him momentarily, nodding. "Alright, I'm heading up, James need to sleep on the bed. Cast a Silencing Charm if both of you plans to do the dirty deeds." Harry scoops his son up and speaks out in a moderate tone to the couple as he proceeds to mount the stairs. He doesn't want to think of anything right now.

The truth was he had been staying at Neville's house the last three days, since he showed up a mess on his best friend's front steps. Neville and Blaise had allowed him and now James to stay in the guest room to clear his mind and would occasionally give advices. In that time, Harry reached an ultimatum that changed his life, ending his marriage officially.

Neville sighed audibly as he watched Harry leave. He was genuinely worried about the raven but also realized at the same time that he couldn't do anything more than giving Harry constant support.

"Don't worry, Potter is strong. He'll get through this," Blaise showed a rare, gentle expression to Neville and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. Blaise had never thought that he would be married to Neville of all people, blood traitor on top of that. But he still vividly remembered when everyone rejected him and made him an outcast as soon the second war ended; no one wanted to have anything to do with an ex-death eater along the other Slytherins that received the Dark Mark. Neville was the only one who accepted him readily as he was and treated him like a normal person. Since the second war ended, Neville had become more and more confident with himself, yet still managed to preserve his humble and gentle attitude.

It took him a year to realize his own feelings and another six months of struggling to finally honestly admitted his feeling to Neville. Fortunately, Neville reciprocate and been ecstatic to know. They dated for two years before the Gryffindor popped the question.

Blaise took Neville's last name when he realized that no ex-death eater would have a bright future, and he didn't want their children to share the same faith as him. What had he done in his previous life that he could have earned someone as great as Neville? Blaise silently thought as he started to straddle Neville's lap and wrap his hands around his husband's neck.

(Red alert! Smut!)

"We're going to do it here today?" Neville excitedly asks, putting both of his hands on Blaise's waist. It'd been a while since the last time they had sex on the couch, and Neville was up and ready for it. Nothing could stop his excitement. Blaise smirked. Who would have guessed the once timid, shy, and stuttering man could be so sexually aggresive in bed?

"You really want me to ride you here? Risking that Potter might come down and see us?" the darker man huskily whispered in Neville's ear while nibbling it.

"I don't want anyone to see your naked body. It's mine," Neville turned their position easily and growled possessively as he trapped his husband underneath him.

Blaise smiled easily and wanted to escape to their room but failed when Neville wouldn't budge. The smaller man looked up curiously at his husband who only grinned and swiftly took off Blaise's pants. Neville placed Blaise's legs on both of his own shoulders. Neville took a moment to unzip his own trousers. Blaise gasped and gripped tightly onto his husband's light blue shirt when he felt Neville's finger circling his entrance and bit his lips when the finger slowly entered his slippery hole.

"I'll fuck you like this. He won't be able to see you if I cover you with my own body," Neville muttered as he breathed heavily before continuing. "I see, you've prepared yourself for me. I just love it when you are ready and eager like this," Neville grinned. Taking a deep breath, he positioned his manhood at Blaise's entrance and slowly penetrated his husband who couldn't help but blushed at the accusation and moaned in pleasure.

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