Draville: The Year After

»--»Neville's POV- unless otherwise marked«--«
Neville didn't mean to murder. It just... Happened.
When Malfoy shows up, just as dirty and cut-up as Neville, saying he understands, what will happen?
»--» Draville Ship BOYxBOY so you know the drill«--«


11. Eleven


They didn't fit. At all. The clothes he provided were at least two sizes two big on me... If it weren't for my wand, I'd look either starved or homeless, or both.

Finally, they looked like they fit me right. "Draco!" I called. "If we are going to go, we need to leave now!"

He came into my new room. "Are you sure? Your grandma's a tough one; she might not like your coming back.."

"Yes, I'm going! I'm only going to get my stuff, I'll take five minutes."

"True." He sighs. "But if it's such a quick visit, why bring me?"

"Because I love you and want to spend time with you," I say, stepping next to him and giving him a peck on the cheek.

He smiled wanly. "Apprarate on three?"

"I'd rather not."


"Well, for one, I hate the feeling, two, I have a tendency to Splinch, three, I'd rather walk, four, is probably name the wrong location and have us in Antarctica."

He shrugs. "Okay. We walk then." He extended his arm toward me. "May I have your arm, my love?"

"Yes." I giggled. "Thank you, Monsieur."

"The pleasure is all mine!"

We laugh, walking out of Malfoy Manor.

"So, my love," Draco asks me, "how art thou liking thy manor?"

"Do you really need to use old English? And I like it, I mean, it's just a lot to get used to. I'm used to a simple one-story house, and then I'm in a manor! It's just amazing."

"Old English adds effect!" He says, sighing dramatically.

"It does," I agree, linking his arm with mine. "But half the time it makes no sense."

"That's just because you don't use that."

"Nobody uses Old English anymore!"

"True. But you can't stop me from using it."

We turn a corner and stop. We had, in our debate, made a wrong turn and wandered into a park. It was filled with little kids running around, occasionally giving a high-pitched yell when they get tagged. They giggled, they ate, they laughed, they talked. It was the image of happiness, in my mind. Well, the image of Muggle happiness. My happiness was in the Herbology class, tending to mandrakes. Or being with Draco.

"Want to stop and eat?" I ask. "Thank goodness we wore Muggle clothing, right?"

Draco smiles. "Yeah."

We walk into the nearest restaurant and order a sandwich for the two of us to split.

Within minutes, our food was in front of us. I took my half, and Draco took his. "Cheers."

We gobbled it down quickly and left, leaving a large tip for our waitress.

"Now-to Mari's." Draco says.

I smile and nod. "Yep."

Finally, we get to Grandmother's.

I knock on the door.

No response.

I open the door- it was unlocked- and walk in. I gasp.

There was blood on the floor, on the walls, everywhere. Someone had died.



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