Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 19

Draco's POV:

Draco sat on the bed across from Harry. The silence had lasted ever since he had gotten back from the hospital wing and it was deafening.

"I... I'm glad you're safe." Harry speaks.

Draco nods in response then the room goes silent once more. Draco debates in his head for a while on whether to ask the question, then he finally decides it would help. "What's wrong?"

Harry's head pops up, "Huh? Oh... nothing I just..." He sighs, "I don't know who I am now." He nearly whispers.

"What do you-"

"Draco... I'm sorry about the other night. We shouldn't have, we really shouldn't have. We can just go back to the way things normally were." Harry says.

"What?!" Draco asks.

"Yeah! I mean, surely it didn't mean anything. I mean, perhaps the veritaserum was messed up... there is no way we'd like each other. Right?" Harry asks.

"Right." Draco responds without a second word. "I mean, nothing felt really true in that moment, but I kept spilling it all out... I guess it was the wrong potion..." He feels so many emotions at once. Anger, sadness, disappointment, but most of all confusion. What in Harry's right mind made him think this way? Maybe he is just trying to convince himself it never happened? Maybe Harry hated it? "I have to go talk to... Pansy." Draco says. Harry nods in response and he grabs his satchel and heads off.

As he's walking he hears soft sobbing. He follows the sound and is met with a distraught Neville with tears covering his face.

"Longbottom?" Draco says.

Neville looks at him quickly before grabbing his stuff and speeding away.

"Longbottom!" Draco shouts, but it helps nothing. Now Draco really did need to talk to someone.

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Neville's POV (minutes earlier):

"Do you ever do anything right?!" Professor Snape shouts. "You do understand that you could've killed us all with your ignorant choices?! What were you thinking?! The more you do this the more points you lose! I have had it with you! Next time, let Blaise do the potion. Maybe then you won't mess everything up like you always do." Snape slams Neville's book onto his desk, making Neville jump. "Get out." He demands. Neville obeys almost instantly and grabs his things in a hurry and sprints out of the classroom.

What Snape said rings in his head. He really does mess everything up. He really is stupid. He finds a bench and plops onto it. The more the words ring in his head, the worse he feels. Why did he think he could do all of that on his own? Maybe he should've stopped moping around and let Blaise do the potion. Maybe then everything would be fine. Maybe then he wouldn't have made things worse. Maybe if he wasn't such a loser he would have friends. So many things he should've changed from day one that are the source of all his problems now. The only way he knows how to make the problems go away and make his feelings disappear is food. It's the only thing that kills his mind. What else can he do, drink firewhiskey?! Definitely not. His grandmother would have his head! Blaise made it go away for a short while whenever they were together, but that wasn't real. He just wanted to make him look like a fool. Perhaps he knew all about Neville's horrible relationship with food. That might be why he bought him all that candy. He hated himself for eating all of it in one day.

Now he could hear Leona Spickle calling him "fat" from the Slytherin table just behind him. Now that they all knew his insecurites there was no way it would stop. Considering Blaise has done nothing to take up for him just confirms his suspicions. He was such an idiot!

His eyes began to burn the more he thought and thought about how much of an idiotic loser he was, the more tears began to form. Usually he can hold it in, but this time it didn't work. He felt like he was sobbing for hours, up until he heard his name being called.

He looked up and... oh no. Not another one! Draco Malfoy stood at the bottom of the hall staring at him. Without a second thought he ran away and fast. Draco called after him, but he didn't stop. He found himself in front of the Hufflepuff common room, wondering how he turned up here.

"Hi, Neville!" said Hannah Abbott in front of him.

"Oh... hi Hannah..." He responded.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"Oh... I was just trying to find..." He sighs.

"You wanna talk about it?" Hannah asks. Neville nods sadly and Hannah grabs his hand, "Come on," She turns to the wall, "Jelly belly." The wall spreads apart and Hannah leads him into the room.

***

Draco's POV:

"Blaise!" Draco shouts as he gets into his old dorm.

"Draco!" shouts Crabbe and Goyle.

He sighs, "I need to talk to you." Goyle perks up, "Blaise, not you guys."

They both roll their eyes and continue to talk amongst themselves.

Draco grabs his wand and says softly, "Muffliato."

"What is it?" Blaise asks.

"Well it's two things, one is about Harry and the other about Neville." At the mention of Neville's name, Blaise's eyebrows raise.

"Is everything ok?" Blaise asks.

"Well..." Draco sighs, "I don't know. See, when I got back to my dorm, it was completely silent between me and Harry until today when he said we should 'just go back to normal' and that the kiss meant nothing." Draco finishes staring at the covers of Blaise's bed.

"I'm sorry Draco." Blaise says, patting Draco on the shoulder.

"That's not all that happened today. I went out to you know... get away from Harry and well... I saw Neville. He was... sobbing. I tried to get his attention but he ran away as soon as he saw me. I don't know where he went. He certainly didn't go in the direction of the Gryffindor common room." Draco informs.

"Oh no." Blaise says, putting his head in his hands. "You and Harry weren't there today but... Snape asked to see Neville when we were all out of the classroom. He... well... he made the potion explode today."

Draco snickers, to which Blaise gives him a glare. "What?! It's funny."

"No it isn't! You should've seen his face. People constantly make remarks at him and he just seemed completely out of it. He didn't talk once or look at me. Well... maybe he did once but, he didn't speak at all. I'm still worried." Blaise exhales and places his chin into his hand.

"Well... maybe you can try to talk to him?" Draco asks.

"I don't know if that will work. I tried to talk to him in class and he didn't say a word. Maybe he hates me now."

"No way! Just, try to explain how you feel. Maybe even tell him you like him." Draco suggests.

"No... he'd think I'm lying. Besides, it won't be true because well... it's more than like. But if I said I love him then that would just be worse. He'd think I'm some freak."

Draco rolls his eyes. "He's single! Seriously, what's the worst that will happen? It's not like he has some powerful girlfriend who will hex you and look on the brightside, it can make you feel better!"

"But it's almost Christmas... I'll ruin his holiday!"

"Blaise!" Draco shouts, making Blaise jump.

"Fine! But you have to tell Harry how you feel." Blaise says.

"Fine... Deal?" Draco holds his hand out.

Blaise smirks and shakes it. "Deal."