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#69 walkingdead
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You gave you group of friends a final wave and smile before you turned to leave them. The halls were emptying by the minute as classes were finally over and students returned to their dorms before dinner.
Rounding one of many corners on your way back to your own dorm, your ears pick up on voices seemingly arguing. Stopping in your tracks, you realize based on the tones that someone is antagonizing the other. You creep against the wall, strands of your hair periodically getting caught on the stones. Peeking around the corner, you gape at the two students in shock. Draco Malfoy, of your own house, with wand raised at Neville Longbottom’s face as he shudders against the wall nearest him.
“You think you have a chance at all, Longbottom?” Draco snickers evilly. You narrow your eyes at him, curious and angry at the same time.
“I–” Neville gasps.
“Blimey, you must be truly frazzled up here.” Draco smirks, knocking his knuckles against Neville’s forehead once. Neville winces noticeably, sending Draco into another laughing fit. “Boy, no one’s going to fall for that face. Not with those red cheeks and over-sized head!”
“I-I’ll tell Professor McGonagall if you harm me again.” Neville threatened. Your eyes were brought to a red cut just below his eyes that alerted you to the fact that it was probably given to him by Malfoy.
“Not very bright, either, are you, Witless Wonder? I’m not afraid of that old bat.” Draco cackles. “Ugly and dumb! Too much so for Y/N’s taste! A girl like that’d never fall for someone for you.” Draco snapped. Setting a hard expression on your face, you stepped out from behind the wall, straightening your back to appear taller.
“Oi! Enough of your mouth, Malfoy!” You threw your arms downward to distinctly show your ferocity.
“Y/N-” Draco’s jaw dropped and he blinks as if to make sure this was really happened. You shove Draco away by his chest and you take your place next to Neville, gathering the Gryffindor to your side. Planting a kiss to his cheek, Draco opens and closes his mouth at a loss for words. Neville is frozen in either fear or shock, but you were too concerned with Draco’s horrid attitude to notice at the moment.
“I’d choose Neville any day over your awful behavior! Now get out of here! And don’t let me see your face around Longbottom ever again, understand?! Or we will have some major problems, you and me!” You growled, watching with inward pleasure as Malfoy retreated with a look of fright in his grey eyes. Once your fellow Slytherin was out of sight, you calmly turn towards Neville and study his features.
“Are you alright?” You ask quietly. Neville nods, barely, and averts his eyes from yours.
“I-I-I am.” He stutters, then looks back at you curiously. “You called me ‘Neville’…”
“Well, that’s your name, isn’t it?” You grin slightly. Neville’s cheeks blush and he nods.
“People don’t usually call me by my first name. Especially Slytherins.” You pondered his words a moment before looking over his cut by his eye.
“Do you want me to fix that?” You ask sweetly.
Neville blushes even darker and shakes his head. “You didn’t have to say what you did to make him go away.” Neville changed the subject. You bit your lip before answering.
“I didn’t lie, if that’s what you mean.” You watch for a reaction; you got one. Neville’s eyes light up.
“You…you choose me?” Neville gasps softly. You nod and loop an arm around his. He quickly lifts his arm proudly. “You’re serious…”
“As a heart attack.” You joke. Still not able to ignore the cut on Neville’s face, you drag Neville into your common room. Neville gulps as he enters the empty room. “Let’s go to my dorm so I can fix that.”
~~~~~
“Sit on my bed, I’ll only be a sec.” You ordered, guiding Neville to your bed and he sits carefully. You search for a healing potion you stole from class earlier in the week. “Here!” Crawling onto the bed next to Neville, you patiently wait for the Gryffindor to finish. He hands you the vial when he was done and he finally meets your eyes fully. Smiling, you pat the pillows at the head of your bed. “Get comfortable, Neville. Patrols are out by now…”
“Wait.” Neville’s eyes widen, “You want me to…stay with you…overnight?” Neville gulps again. Suddenly feeling shy, you nod.
“If you want. I’ll help you out of here if you don’t-”
“No! This is fine.” He clears his throat and pushed himself next to you, cheeks still blood-rushed as ever.
“Wonderful!” You exclaim, raising his arm and curling yourself under it, kicking up blankets at the same time. “I hope this is okay with you.” You inquire with Neville. Neville smiled as if in a dream.
“It’s perfectly okay with me.” You smile at his reply and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. You were grateful to yourself for saving him.
