Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 31

Neville's POV:

He was glad to be back at Hogwarts, well, that's what he thought until he entered Potions.

He was at least relieved to know that people seemed to have forgotten about the embarrassing things he revealed to them under the truth potion, but then his nerves went all crazy for no reason at all.

He reached into his pocket, only to realize he had forgotten his bracelet. He began to panic, but the eyes he felt on him made him push it all down.

He glanced beside him, noticing Blaise looking back from the side of his eyes, then quickly turning his attention back to the board. He really wishes Blaise would stop that. It must be some sort of joke, but he'd honestly rather have Blaise shout at him than inspecting him just to freak him out.

They both reached for the dittany and their hands touched. A strange, but oddly comforting feeling rushed through Neville's body. He couldn't pin point it, but it was something that made him happy but also incredibly uncomfortable. However, he decided he liked that feeling. But why did it happen at that moment?

A weird thought entered his head. What if he grabbed his hand? No, that's weird. But he really wanted to.

"Can you hand me the aconite?" Blaise asks. Neville had almost forgotten what his voice sounded like. That strange feeling appeared again and he forgot what was happening around him until Blaise says, "Nev-Neville?"

"What? Oh, yeah." He reaches for the aconite and hands it to Blaise. Their fingers touch momentarily and Neville unknowingly smiles. Everything in his body told him to reach for Blaise's hand, but logic told him that was ridiculous and weird. He would also probably be ridiculed for weeks, maybe months if he did that.

He couldn't help but repeatedly ask himself what was wrong with him. Was he slipped another potion?

Suddenly Blaise stands up, asks Snape a question, then leaves the room. Neville simply shrugs it off until he notices that he doesn't come back at all.

Out of kindness, but possibly also stupidity, he grabs Blaise's things and carries them with him. Even though Blaise is terrible, everyone deserves kindness sometimes. He would want someone to do that for him. Although, he struggled to keep everything in hand.

As he walks to his next class, he runs into Hannah.

"Hi, Neville! Oh, you're carrying a lot of stuff." She points out.

"Yeah... Uh, well my partner left his stuff in class and didn't come back so I thought I'd help out." Neville grunts and drops the books on the floor.

"You didn't need to do this, you know. But it's very kind. I'm just worried you'll break your arms."

"I'll be fine." He says, picking up the books and finally being smart enough to put them into the school bag. "See! Problem solved." He says, putting the bag over his shoulder. It was actually quite heavy now.

"Whose stuff is that anyways?" Hannah asks.

"Uh... B-Blaise Zabini's." He mutters.

"Can you say that louder, please?" Hannah requests.

"Yeah... Erm, it's Blaise's Zabini's stuff." He blurts out.

"Neville..." Hannah sighs, "You know Slytherin's are arrogant and rude. He'll just be mean if you do stuff like this. Seriously, I don't want you to get hurt. Just take it back."