JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

thirty

Y/n's POV

"Neville." I say, looking at the boy who was rubbing the back of his head, "I'm sor—"

"You don't have to apologise. I understand what you're going through." He smiles, taking a seat on the soft grass next to me.

"You do?" I question, wiping the last of my tears from my face. I could already tell today wasn't going to be the best of days.

He nods, "I felt alone too, when my parents..."

"I'm so sorry I had no idea."

"N-no, they aren't dead." He stutters, picking up a rock and skimming it across the water of the Black Lake, "they... t-they—"

"Neville, you don't hav—"

"No! I-I mean... I like talking about them, I really do. They're my heroes." He smiles, laying back on the grass, looking up at the sky.

"Well... tell me about them." I lean back on the grass, laying my head next to his, the both of us looking up at the sky. I lift my hand in front of me; it was almost as if I could touch the clouds.

Neville and I lay there, as he begins telling me all about his parents and what had happened to them. The way he lights up when telling me about how hard they fought to keep him and many others safe, made tears form in my eyes.

Apparently, they had been tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange; a vial and evil woman. Neville's parents didn't give her the information she wanted, and they were tortured into insanity. It's genuinely horrifying how extreme people will go to get what they want.

"I want to meet them; they seem amazing. I mean, look at how their son turned out, one of the purest people I know." I look at him in the eyes, making his cheeks go red.

The sound of the bell ringing cut our conversation short. Neville and I sit up and begin walking towards the castle. Once the two of us reach the castle, Neville stops right at the entrance of the Great Hall, staring over at the Ravenclaw table. I follow his gaze, smiling once I see who he's looking at. I knew that Neville wouldn't have enough courage to ask her to sit with him, so I decided to.

I grab hold of Neville's hand dragging him to the Ravenclaw table, "Hey, Lillian, sorry to bother you but I know that you're pretty good at potions, and my friend Neville needs a bit more help, do you think you could give him a hand?"

"Hey, Y/n. Sure, I can help." Lillian smiles at the two of us. I give Neville a little shove, and he takes a seat next to Lillian. I left the two to do some revising, and take a seat at the Gryffindor table, joining Hermione, Ron and Harry.

"Hey guys, I wanted to apologise for running out bef—"

"I know, right?! She just ran out of the room; she was crying and looked like a complete lunatic." A voice cuts me off. I turn to look at where it came from, and to no surprise, my eyes meet those of Malfoy's.

Having enough of his bullshit, I stand out of my seat, walking over to him, "You're a piece of shit, Malfoy. You better feel lucky that we didn't see your fear, although it wouldn't surprise me if Daddy Malfoy showed up."

All eyes were now on us.

I shove past him before he could answer, and as I'm about to exit the hall, I turn back around to look at everyone, "Malfoy pissed himself in first year when running from the Forbidden Forest."