Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 12

Draco's POV:

Blaise looks up at him and grins like an idiot. "I'm in love with Neville Longbottom!" He says louder. He seems to be in surprise. "I am! Ha!" He says, smiling even wider.

Draco stares at him in shock. He couldn't say he wanted to laugh, he was just in wonder. If anyone were to like, or in this case love, Neville Longbottom it would've been Luna Lovegood.

He wouldn't have thought for a second that someone like Blaise could've fallen for someone like Neville.

"There, I said it. Wow, that felt amazing to say." Blaise sighs in happiness.

"Wait... That's why you took him out of the classroom the other day!" Draco observes.

"Yeah... Hopefully, I didn't embarrass him." Blaise says.

"Not really. We were just baffled a little. By the way, why did you do that?"

"Well, he seemed strange. He was breathing really heavy and seemed really upset. I was worried he'd start convulsing." Blaise explains.

"Wow, I didn't know you were such a Hufflepuff," Draco smirks.

Blaise chuckles, "Sod off."

For the first time ever, Draco felt comfortable around one of his 'friends'. Actually, it finally felt like he had a friend. He never knew Blaise could be such an accepting person. It was strange for any Slytherin to be the way Blaise was being. But he didn't mind, it made him pretty comfortable. He actually felt as if he could tell Blaise almost anything without being judged, almost.

"Well, it's time for dinner. Wanna come with me?" Blaise asks.

"Sure," Draco smiles and walks with Blaise towards the great hall.

When they finally get there, they walk in and Draco immediately notices Harry. It took everything in him to not walk right back out and run all the way to Antarctica.

He noticed Blaise glancing over at the Gryffindor table and he also managed to notice how truly fidgety Neville was. He seemed to look around the great hall in anxiety. It really was a wonder to how he was in Gryffindor.

He looked back to Blaise and noticed a soft smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eye as they sat down with the Slytherins. He made it a goal to tease him about it later. However, deep down it made Draco happy to see someone like that. It's not like his father had shown much love to his mother ever. Even though it made him feel much shame, seeing someone look at another person that way with such love made Draco feel hope again.

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Neville's POV:

Neville held Trevor closely as he walked back to the Gryffindor tower. He kept trying to slip out of his hand, like always.

He had been paying too much attention to Trevor that he tripped over a rouge book in the hallway, falling over and losing Trevor on the way. Trevor hopped away quickly and Neville stumbled trying to get up.

He ran through the halls, not failing to catch some laughs from the other students in the halls.

He held out his hands, trying to catch Trevor but miserably failing. Before he could stop at the sight of feet, he crashed into the person's legs. He groaned and laid there in defeat.

"Wingardium leviosa!" The person shouted. "You can get up now." They said softly.

Neville looked up slowly and saw a smiling Blaise holding up Trevor in the air with his wand. Neville blushed and clumsily stood up.

"Th-thanks." He stutters.

"Of course." He lowers Trevor into Neville's hands. "There you are, Trev." Blaise smiles and pats Trevor on the head softly. He looks at Neville, making his palms sweat. "Hey, Neville, how are you?"

"I'm fine." Neville's voice cracks. "Uh... H-how are you?" He almost whispers.

"I'm wonderful, thanks for asking! It seems that Trevor is quite the troublemaker." Blaise comments with a smirk.

"Yeah. He tries to eat my snacks sometimes." Neville says softly and Blaise chuckles, making Neville smile softly.

"Isn't he supposed to eat bugs?"

"W-well, he doesn't seem to know to the concept of uh... Human versus t-toad food." Neville explains.

"Clearly." Blaise laughs softly. "Where are you headed to?"

"G-gryffindor tower," Neville replies, staring down at the floor.

"Why don't I take you up there? You know, just in case Trevor escapes again. We wouldn't want you to chase him for hours and feel exhausted." Blaise says.

Neville can't help but feel suspicious. Why would a Slytherin want to help him? Why would anyone want to help him? If anything, they'd just want a good laugh and a reason to use those jinxes they learned.

Due to Neville's silence, Blaise's smile seemed to fade. "Well... I'm going to go then." He purses his lips together and puts his hands in his pockets. "Good luck." With that he walks away, leaving Neville to sigh in relief. He escaped the possibility of being a joke to someone once more.

However, he knew he wouldn't always be able to escape it. There would always be a time when he was a laughing stock to the whole school, or even perhaps the whole wizarding world. It was saddening, but it was true. It was worthless to go and mope about it when it was all he would ever be. It's not like he'd find a woman and settle down and get a great job and be well-liked. That'd never happen. He was unattractive and unsuccessful. Everything he did he managed to fail at, especially potions. Trying was worthless, however, he still continued to try. How stupid of him. He was not only wasting his time but the time of every other person around him.

"Neville?" A soft voice said beside him.

"Hi, Luna." He sighs.

"Is everything alright?" She asks.

"Yes."

"You can't fool me, Neville." She says with a smile.

"W-what do you mean?" He asks nervously.

"You're upset. I can tell." A few students, two happened to be Gryffindors, passed and looked over at them. The smiled at them and walked away giggling. Neville sighed once more. "Ah, I see. It's the people upsetting you." Luna touches his shoulder comfortingly, "I understand, people can be mean."

"It doesn't matter," Neville replies, softly petting Trevor.

"Of course it does! If it's upsetting you, of course, it matters!"

"I don't know..." Neville replies sadly.

"We can go catch fireflies, maybe that'll make you feel better. Or perhaps we can go feed the thestrals." Luna suggested.

"No, I'm ok," Neville says.

"Alright... Well, go get some rest! That'll help for sure! If you want, I could also bring you some cookies tomorrow that my friend made! The house-elves were very upset when he took over the kitchen, but they're so very good!" Luna says.

"Sure," Neville says. "Well, I should be getting back to the Gryffindor tower."

"Of course! Good night, Neville!" Luna says with a bright smile.

"Night, Luna." He silently walks up the steps as he stares down at his feet. Well, at least he was getting cookies.