Random idea I came up with when I realized that Neville is awesom! That and Draco can go with almost everyone. Some meantions of child abuse and Draco is so not Draco. I own nothing. Enjoy!

"Hey Draco," George said sitting next to me, "How are you?"

It had been two weeks since Fred and George Weasley had found me in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and one week since school has ended and I came to live at The Burrow.

Surprisingly almost everyone was fine with me being there. The only exceptions being Ginny and Ron. On the first day they had yelled and thrown fits over me, but one look from their mother shut their mouth.

I had to say that I was liking it here or, at least, I would be if I could actually stop my father's voice from being inside my head. Maybe if I could stop his voice I would be okay with being me.

That was harder then I thought. It had been beaten into me what and who I had to be. Now it felt like I didn't even know who I was anymore and for some reason I was terrified to find out.

"Draco," George said knocking me from my thoughts, "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah," I stuttered out, "I-I'm fin-fine."

That was another thing that I hated. Ever since they found me I had this ridiculous stutter that I couldn't get rid of. The harder I tried the worse it got. Some days it was so bad that I truly didn't want to talk at all.

How could I have changed so much over the years? I remember what it was like before. Before I was so scared that I'd be hit or cursed. Honestly I was so happy and bubbly. I knew better now.

"Hey," George said resting his hand on my shoulder, "I know something's wrong. What is it? Did Ron or Ginny say something to you?"

"N-No," I said shaking my head quickly, "Not-Nothing l-like th-that."

"Talk to me, Draco. You're not going to get in trouble. Just tell me what's wrong."

Sighing I turned towards him and stared into his eyes. George and Fred had basically been taking care of me since I got here. It was the first time that I ever wanted to call people my friends. Okay, so they were my first friends ever.

If I ever told them everything that was going on in my mind what would they do? Instantly my mind told me that they would laugh, beat, or just leave me. I couldn't handle that.

Without thinking I jumped up causing the chair I was sitting in to fall over. Mrs. Weasley, who had been working at the stove, turned around in shock. Giving her an apologetic look I picked up the chair and looked back down.

"Hey," Harry said walking in with Fred and Hermione, "Everything okay? We heard a crash from upstairs."

"Yeah," George said as Fred sat on the other side of me, "Chair just fell."

"Alright, we're going to go get Neville. Be back in ten minutes."

My eyes widened when I heard that. Did they mean they were getting Neville Longbottom? Please tell me they meant some other Neville that was friends with the Weasley family.

"Long-Longbottom?" I asked staring at them.

"Yeah," Harry said nodding, "He lives close by and we decided to hang out. Do you want to come?"

"N-No. Show-Shower."

"Alright. He should be here by the time you get out. See you later guys."

Harry and Hermione turned and walked out of the house leaving me along with Fred and George. As soon as the door shut I jumped up and rushed upstairs slamming the bedroom door behind me.

I had been staying in Bill and Charlie's old room. Both of them, in a letter of course, had given me permission to do whatever I wanted to the room. It was exactly the same though, minus my school trunk that was in the closet.

"Draco," Fred said walking in with George "What was that about?"

"Not-Nothing," I mutter shakily.

"Draco, you know we want to help you. We can't do that if you don't talk to us. We don't expect you to answer all our questions at once or tell us your every thought, but when something is bugging you like this is then you need to talk."

Feeling the tears fill my eyes I angrily tried to whip them away, but knew that it was no use. All of the walls I had put up had fallen. It was taking a lot more time to rebuild them then I thought, but did I really want them up?

"Draco," George said sitting on the bed, "I don't want you to be upset with me, but I have to ask you something."

"Wh-What?" I asked staring at him.

"Are you gay?"

As soon as George said that I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Father had made it clear what he thought about homosexuality after a few choice curses thrown at me.

Letting a soft whimper fall from my lips I wrapped my arms around my self. I was about to lose my friends all because of this. Father said this would happen. He told me that I should never have been born. He was right.

"There's nothing wrong if you are gay," Fred said stepping closer to me.

"Yeah," George said shrugging, "I'm bi myself."

"Y-You a-are?" I asked hopefully.

"I am and everyone is fine with it. They only care if I'm happy. They'll be the same with you. I mean, you are an honorary Weasley now. I think Mum is even working on your sweater as we speak. Nothing will change if you come out."

I looked between Fred and George trying to see if they were lying to me. Were they trying to trick me into saying this so they could hurt me? No, Fred and George were not like that.

"I-I'm g-gay," I said closing my eyes.

Instead of feeling the hit I was expecting I felt two sets of arms wrap around me. Opening my eyes I saw that Fred and George were hugging me with almost proud smiles on their faces.

"Thank you for telling us," Fred said smiling, "Did you really want to take a shower or was that just to get out of there?"

"Show-Shower," I said with a nod.

"Alright, we'll be downstairs if you need anything. And don't worry. We won't tell anyone that you're gay, but I do think that you should tell them. No one is going to hate you for it. I promise."

I nodded my head once more as they walked out of the room. Sighing I fell onto the bed and ran a hand through my hair. I had never thought I'd tell anyone I was gay again after how Father reacted.

With a shake of my head I stood up and made my way into the bathroom. The room was extremely small and being spilt between all of the children, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had their own, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

Stripping myself of my clothes I looked at myself in the mirror and felt like crying again. Even though I had been here for awhile I still was extremely skinny from not eating.

Mrs. Weasley loved to worry about people, but since my reaction to her, or anyone except Fred, George, and Hermione, was to flinch away from them she had to hold back a bit with me.

I tried to eat more then I used to, but after just a few bites I couldn't do it. I was just too full and I started to feel sick the second I put anything in my mouth. Throwing up was not something I'd like to do right after I ate.

Sighing I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. A soft moan fell from my lips as the water rushed over me. This was the only time I could really block Father's voice from my head.

Sadly today the only thing that kept popping into my mind was Neville Bloody Longbottom. Ever since our first year I had wanted to get closer to him. I didn't really understand until our third year when I started to dream about him.

Merlin, I loved those dreams. Feeling his skin on mine, his lips over mine, his tongue in my mouth, and him moving inside of me. It was just so perfect in my mind, until I started to think about it.

Father found out I was gay between my third and forth year. I was kept in the dungeons the whole time. The house elves actually had to sneak me food because Father forgot or just didn't care.

Why I had to have a crush on him was beyond me. I hadn't even had a full conversation with the man. Alright, so I hadn't even said two nice words to him. He was going to hate me and I couldn't blame him.

Turning off the water I felt tears once again start to fill my eyes. The one person that I wanted to have a relationship with hated me. I was never going to be with him and it was my own fault.

I let the tears fall down my face as I wrapped a towel around my waist. Looking around I expected to see my clothes only to realize that I had forgotten my clothes in the bedroom.

Shaking my head I wiped a few tears away only to have more follow them. I moved quickly out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. As soon as I was in there I slammed the door behind me while leaning my forehead against it.

"Draco?" a voice asked from behind me.

I spun on my heels as soon as I heard that voice hoping that I was wrong. Neville Longbottom was not standing behind me. A choked sob fell from my lips when I realized that he was indeed in the room.

"What's wrong, Draco?" Neville asked taking a step towards me.