Touch Starved

Remember

"Someone grab Neville" Harry instructed as some of the Weasley's cane around the back of the house. Ron and George wandered into the weeds, pulling Neville from the grass. He was up and walking around, his face a little beat up but that was it.

"y/n" Harry tried to grab your attention, but your eyes kept watching Neville as he spoke to Ron and George. "Y/n" Harry spoke,his words seemed muffled in your ears. "Hagrid help me carry Draco inside" Harry asked, Hagrid and Arthur came to your side, Hagrid lifting Draco and Arthur standing by you, letting his hand rest on your shoulder. You rose as they took Draco from your lap, your dress heavy. You felt the world turning to tunnel vision in front of you, before you knew it you were walking. Your now bare feet, digging into the soil below them. You grasped for your wand which clung to your thigh, pulling it through the slight leg slit in the skirt of your dress. Ron and Georges eyes met you first, your wand extended out fully at Neville. Whose eyes were heavy, like he'd been crying. The world moved sluggishly, it seemed in slow motion.

"You" was all you said as his eyes met yours. His hands went up in defence. "How dare you" you voice was no more than a whisper. As you waved your wand, Arthur grabbed you. Pulling you back into his grasp. You pulled hard against him but his grip was stronger than you were.

"You come near us again Neville Longbottom and I will put you in that same home as your fucking parents!" You screamed, the words like venom leaving your mouth.

Arthur pulled you with all his might into the house, Ginny even needing to help push you in. You screamed as they closed the door behind you, the sound echoing through the house like thunder.

"Y/n!" Harry grabbed your attention. You shot your eyes to Harry's, your body still shaking with rage. "He's alive" your head came crashing back down to earth, it felt almost dizzy.

"Where is he?" you asked, needing to be by his side right now or you may fall to pieces.

"Come with me" Harry took you upstairs, your hands clasped at the edges of your dress, no longer caring about the fabric. He opened the door to you, Draco was laying on a small bed in the room. His jacket and shirt had been removed, Molly was resting a wet cloth on his head. The rising and falling of his chest was the only thing that gave you that assurance he was really alive like Harry had said. You walked into the room, crashing to your knees on the floor at his bedside.

"Draco" you whispered, your hand meeting his cheek.

"He may be asleep for a while" Harry informed you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

"Maybe you should come change dear..." Molly looked to you, your dress may be black, but it was still filthy with blood and dirt.

"I can't leave him mom." you looked at her from the floor "Everytime we leave each other something bad happens" you reached your hand to Draco's just holding it there.

"Okay" she nodded "I will grab you something" she knew that arguing was not what you needed at this moment. At all. She rushed from the room, Harry joined her as she did, leaving the two of you alone there.

"I promise you Draco" you whispered "I am never leaving your side ever again. Not as long as I'm breathing"

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You had changed into a Pajama set Ginny's you guessed, this was the first time you'd ever worn Gryffindor colors. You were sitting on the bed by his feet, waving your wand in the air just lifting things from the ground and moving them around the room to keep yourself amused. You had tried to read but your head was buzzing so loudly that it needed so badly to hear noise, even if it was just the cracking of the furniture as you rearranged them. Ginny had thanked your guests for coming since most of them had been entirely filled in, well, as much as you expected Ginny was willing to say seeing as it was her friend who attacked the groom. Plenty of people who knew Neville were in that crowd, he and George had faded around the house before anyone really saw him. People would think it was no doubt something from Draco's past that came back to haunt the two of you once again, but this time it wasn't his past that was the attacker here. It was yours.