Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 34

Neville's POV:

He sat beside Blaise, willing for his eyes to stay on the board. Every now and then he'd glance at Blaise, which only made his thoughts from yesterday replay in his brain.

He instead stares at the book that was open on the table. The lesson was about Rowena Ravenclaw and Neville thought that, maybe if he'd listen it would be interesting. However, it's always hard to listen to Professor Binns's boring, monotone voice. That only made it harder to ignore Blaise.

He should stop thinking about it! Blaise wouldn't give that gift let alone be that kind and understanding. Especially since he has noticed no one at all speaking about the things he wrote down, which means this guy actually is genuine. Even if it isn't Blaise, he really should stop thinking about the things that were filling his mind. He doesn't even like boys! He likes girls. He liked Hannah, right?

He then began to wonder how his father would feel if he happened to like boys. It ranged from supportive and loving to scary and mean. But he shouldn't think about that either. He shouldn't think about his father at all, it'll only make him upset and then he'll embarrass himself in front of everyone.

He leans back and Blaise gives him a look. Not a particularly bad one, but it still made Neville feel insecure. He looks back at the desk then leans back as well and crosses his arms over his chest.

He notices Blaise open his mouth, then close it back again. Then open his mouth once more, tilt towards Neville and whisper very softly, "Hey, uh... I never really thanked you for picking up my stuff yesterday."

"It's-" His face burned at the squeak he made. He clears his throat softly then whispers, "It's fine, I d-don't need a thanks."

"I'm giving one anyway. Thank you." He whispers with a smirk.

Neville's face burned and he felt that funny feeling again. The more he looked at Blaise, the more he glanced at his lips. Then the dreadful, but rather appealing, thoughts replayed in his head. He wanted to kiss Blaise, but why?

His chest tightened and he felt a lump form in his throat. He can't do this, not today. He reaches into his pocket and quickly slips on the bracelet. Blaise takes notice to this, but says nothing at all. His muscles relax and he takes a silent deep breath. Everything is ok.

"Are you alright?" Blaise whispers beside him.

Why does he care?! Neville nods in return then covers the left side of his cheek with his hand at an attempt to hide his blush from Blaise.

"Uh... How have you been?" He whispers to Neville. Again, why does he care?!

"Fine." Neville snaps quietly. That seems to shut Blaise up.

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Draco's POV:

Draco knew what was coming soon. Harry was about to be seventeen, which means he had to kill Dumbledore fast, or the Dark Lord's plans would be ruined. If his plans are ruined, that means he'll either die or be tortured for the rest of his life. Or perhaps both.

Late that night he was told that Dumbledore was in the astronomy tower. This was his time. It's kill or be killed.

He heard voices. From who, he didn't know. He made his way up the steps as saw Dumbledore standing there alone, looking at the sky.

He drew his wand, holding it tight in his hand and pointing it at Dumbledore. All he had to do was say Avada Kedavra, then everything would be ok.