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«--«


4. Four


I left Neville to do whatever he was doing in his room, and went downstairs.

Opening up the refrigerator, I pulled out an apple and began crunching my way through it. Neville... He looks so sad... What happened? Swallowing, I realize I do know what happened. I'm the epicenter of all of this. How could I have caused so much destruction?

I walk up to Neville's door and knock. "Neville?"

Stifled sobs greet my ear. "Can't believe it.... Harry....fault....stupid....hate myself..." I couldn't hear the rest of the words, but one can out the pieces together.

Neville Longbottom had killed Harry Potter.

An iron fist greeted my stomach. I couldn't believe it.

I know that I should be 'glad'. No, glad is the wrong word. I should be 'okay' with this. But, for some strange reason, I wasn't.

I leaned against the door. Too hard; I hit it with a thump.

Neville opened the door and gasped. "How much- what did you hear?"

I shrugged. "Everything."

He looked on the verge of tears.

I bit my lip. "It's okay, Neville, it really is. We all make mistakes-"

"Most mistakes don't kill people!"

"I know, I know. And I understand. It's going to take some getting over, I know," I felt tears well in my eyes as well, "but it's going to get better over time. Okay? It will get better."

"Doesn't seem like it."

You suck at this, buddy, went the little voice in the back of all of our heads. If we're going to be out in the open, there's some things I need to tell him also. "Yes, it doesn't now, but it will. Come here; I need to tell you something."

He nods.

I take his hand and sit cross-legged on the bed, and Neville soon joins me. "What is it?"

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. He's going to hate me for all eternity, but no backing out now. "I'm behind all of this."

"What do you mean?"

I inhale. Here goes. "Your grandmother. Mari, I believe he name was? Yeah. Anyway, I Imperuised her into kicking you out. I'm sorry, but you see, Neville, I've... Had feelings for you."

He stood up, enraged. "You made my grandma kick me out?"


He threw his hands up. "How could you? I'm leaving."

"But- Neville, please, hear me out-"

"Fat chance," he snapped. "Shame, really. I was starting to not hate you as much." And with a loud crack, he was gone.

I groan and flop back on the bed. How could I have been so stupid?

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