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AN: This one's running a bit late. Sorry, RL is a killer.
"There's no need to be sarcastic you know," Neville said with a look of disappointment on his face and Theo laughed bitterly.
"You just proposed that we come out and invite me into Dumbledore's Army! How else am I supposed to react!" he asked, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You knew what you were getting into at the start. I told you what to expect."
"Theodore," Neville began gently, but his boyfriend continued as if he hadn't spoken.
"You know who I am! You know what my family is like!" Theo replied swiftly. "My father would kill me for acting like this, for taking your side!"
"We can protect you Theo, trust me," Neville pleaded and Theo snorted.
"Right. A bunch of kids who hate Slytherin are really going to protect me. I don't think so!" Theo snapped angrily and he kicked a wall. He turned to look Neville in the eye. "If things were different-"
"They CAN be different," Neville said swiftly and Theo shook his head.
"No. They can't. I'm sorry Neville, I really am, but dreams aren't real," he looked away before a tear escaped. He didn't want Neville to see this, not here, not now. Without another word, he stood up and walked away.