Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 46

Neville's POV:

It had been weeks since he had seen Blaise. He didn't realize it could hurt this much. His grandmother would yell at him to come out of him room, but he refused. He only ate after his grandmother would go to bed and then he'd creep through the house and snack on blueberries and crackers. But even blueberries made him feel crappy. The only thing he could think of was Blaise, no matter what he did.

He laid there alone that day, wishing his brain would stop working. He had a few letters come to him, but his grandmother always took them away. Perhaps if his owl was quieter and more stealthy, then he would be able to get the letters. Instead, he read through Blaise's old letters. Well, the one's where he didn't know it was Blaise.

He read and read... until one passage made him think.

"You don't owe anyone anything, let alone the Gryffindors. The only person that needs to know about this is you and the only person that has the right to tell you what to do is yourself."

Blaise is right! His grandmother can't tell him who to love or see! She sure can keep him from it, but that can't stop him.

He thinks of a crazy idea... one that makes him sick to his stomach but also sounds perfect.

Yes, that's what he'll do.

He pulls up his window and hears his owl chirp behind him. Even Trevor makes a sound as to ask, "What in the world are you doing?"

"Shh!" He lectures them. He puts his leg on the window sill and pulls himself up with his hands.

He is halfway outside when he realizes he will have to exit head first. He tries to pull up his other leg but falls down onto the ground instead.

Luckily enough, he fell on his chest, but not on his face. He rolls over and stands up. He couldn't tell if the sick feeling he felt whirling around in his stomach was fear or excitement. Maybe both.

All he had to do was get to Luna's house. But how? He needed a broom... Of course, his grandmother's old broom!

He rushes to the shed, opens it up, and pulls out his grandmother's broom. It had dust and cobwebs on it, but he just brushed them away and and steps onto the broom.

He kicks off into the air and flies through the clouds. He tries to remember where to find Luna's home. With many misdirections and twists and turns, he finally is met with the sight of Luna's house under the stars.

He gets closer and realizes there are two people sitting on the grass below. He goes to land, but tumbles on the ground.

"Ow..." He grunts.

"Neville?!" A familiar voice asks in surprise. A face suddenly comes into view. It was Blaise staring at him with wide eyes.

Neville smiles softly, "Good evening."

Blaise grabs his hand and pulls him up. He stumbles up and comes face to face with Blaise. "What in the world?! How are you here?! I thought your grandmum-"

"I snuck out." Neville says with a chuckle.

Blaise looks even more surprised. "What?!" He shouts.

"I snuck out! She won't let me see you so I took matters into my own hands." Neville replies with a smirk.

"Who are you and what have you done with my boy?" Blaise asks. He looks to the side and Neville follows his gaze. There sat Luna, looking at them both in shock. "Are you seeing this?" Blaise asks her. She nods.

"What?! It's not like I was just going to sit there and let us drift apart... I couldn't." Neville says.

Luna smiles at them both and stands up, "I'll be inside. You two need to talk." She dissappears into the house and they both look at each other.

"Neville... you're going to get into more trouble." Blaise says.

"So what? It's not like I'm destroying my life with this! You make me the happiest I've ever been! Not to mention I flew all the way here when I couldn't have done that before. You taught me that! You make me a better person! I can't let anyone take that from me. Besides, I'm the only one who has the right to tell me what to do and how to feel. You said it yourself! Blaise... It really hurt to be without you. I don't know why exactly... But I missed you so much it physically hurt! Have you felt that before?" Neville asks him.

Blaise looks at him for a few seconds until saying, "Yes... I have. I have a lot of times... It was with you! Before we got together and well... after you said you might not see me again. I couldn't eat... I couldn't sleep... It physically hurt without you."

"So you do understand!" Neville says with a smile. Blaise doesn't reply, but instead pulls him into a tight hug.

"I missed you so much." He cries into Neville's shoulder.

"I missed you too!" Neville says, holding onto Blaise for dear life. He took in his scent. He smelled of flowers, pine, and chocolate. He missed that smell.

"I think I might be a bad influence." Blaise sniffs.

Neville chuckles and rests his head on Blaise's shoulder. They sway together in the moonlight. He loved how he felt in Blaise's arms. He never wanted to let go. Suddenly, a thought enters his head. But no... that can't be right. But when he said it in his head it did feel right.

"Blaise?" Neville asks. Blaise hums in response.  He takes a shaky breath and says, "I think I might... Love you."

Blaise pulls away, his hands still on Neville's biceps. "What did you say?"

"I think I might love you..." Neville says again. He smiles wide. It felt right, but not entirely. Everything inside him told him to say what he really wanted to. He couldn't hold it back. "No... I do love you. I love you." Neville says, his smile growing wider. Perfect. It sounded and felt perfect.

He watches a few tears fall from Blaise's eyes. "You love me?"

"Yeah... Is that bad?" Neville says nervously.

Blaise smashes his lips onto Neville's. He stands there, shocked that Blaise would do that so spontaneously. After a few seconds, he begins to kiss back.

They pull away and Blaise pecks him on the cheek and holds him tight once again.

"I can't believe it." Blaise whispers. "I never thought I'd hear those words from you."

"Never?" Neville asks.

"No, never. I never thought I'd even see you again." Blaise says, his voice cracking. He pulls away from Neville and looks into his eyes. "You have to go back home before your grandmother realizes you're gone."

"What?! No, I don't want to leave. I love being here with you." Neville protests.

"I know. I love you here with me too but seriously... She might really restrict your freedoms more. You have to go, love." Blaise urges.

"But-"

"Please. We'll see each other again, I promise." Blaise says, pecking him on the lips softly and kissing his forehead. "Go home, darling."

Neville sighs, "Fine... Tell Luna I said bye."

"I will. I love you!" Blaise says with a big smile.

"I love you too." Neville replies, his heart swelling up at the words. As he gets onto his broom, Blaise gives him another kiss and Neville's cheeks tint red. "I'll see you later." Neville says, kicking off and flying away.