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What If	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Neville Views: 8249 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Okay I’m on a roll, third update in a week and regular updates for two weeks, I’m pretty happy with myself honestly. Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed this story, it makes me really happy to know it’s being enjoyed . Anyway on with the story :)
The Mystery Deepens
Neville felt rather happy sitting at the Ravenclaw table during dinner that night. He’d had quite a nice afternoon with Draco and Harry and he was looking forward to more in the future. Harry hadn’t opened up all that much but they’d gotten a few words out of him and it seemed the more time Draco spent with them the more his obsession with getting the other boy to talk rivalled Neville’s. They’d walked to dinner together and split to head to their own tables ignoring the surprised looks they seemed to be having thrown at them by every table in the great hall.
“You look happier than you did this morning,” Theo greeted Neville as he sat down opposite the other boy.
“I had a good afternoon,” Neville explained with a smile.
“Did you make up with Dean?” Padma asked as she and Hermione joined them.
That deflated Neville a bit and he shook his head with a sigh. “No, he hasn’t spoken to me at all yet,” he replied glumly and the others shot cranky looks at Padma who looked apologetic.
They all sat down to eat and Neville tried not to stew over the Dean situation too much so he could get through his dinner. Pie night was one of his favourites and he didn’t want his bad mood ruining it.
When dinner was over Neville and the others were heading out of the great hall when Neville heard a voice calling out to him and he turned to find Dean standing a few feet away, looking sheepish. Neville motioned for the other boy to follow him out into the corridor where it was less crowded and headed out waiting off to the side of the room for Dean to join him.
“We’ll see you back at the dorm, Nev,” Cho called out as the group left him to it.
He leant back against a wall trying his darnedest not to show how nervous he was about whatever the other boy was going to say to him. Dean stopped in front of him and studied his shoes for several moments before mumbling something Neville couldn’t hear.
“I’m sorry, love, I honestly didn’t hear anything you just said,” he told the Gryffindor who looked up from his shoes, frustration in his eyes.
“I said I’m sorry, Nev,” Dean said louder this time and as much as Neville just wanted to forgive the boy and give him a hug he waited to see if there was anything else forthcoming. Dean sighed. “I know Ron and the others can be jerks sometimes, I know they don’t always think before they do things and I know you’re a prefect and you have a job to do. I’m sorry that I didn’t give you a chance to tell your side before expecting the worst and I’m sorry I spoke to you the way I did, you didn’t deserve it,” he finished looking down at his shoes again. “I love you, Nev, I don’t want to fight anymore,” he whispered sadly.
“You know I’m not a fan of fighting either, Dean,” Neville replied. “But you have to understand why I couldn’t just let it go. The things your friends said and did, they were horrible, especially the comments about fairies and faggots.”
“They didn’t mean that the way it sounded, Ron told me. He said it probably sounded like they meant it that way and they didn’t. They said sorry for the misunderstanding,” Dean explained quickly.
“And so they should, although that apology should be to Harry not me. Anyway, I know that won’t happen so let’s shift the focus back to us. I love you, Dean, but we seem to have this terrible pattern to our relationship where whenever we fight I’m always the one to make it right, even when what we’re fighting about isn’t my fault. I’m not going to do that anymore, Dean, it’s not fair,” Neville said, putting as much conviction in his voice as he could.
“I know, you’re right, I’m sorry, I’m too stubborn for my own good,” Dean replied looking up at Neville with beseeching eyes. “Is the fight over now? Can I have a hug?” he asked quietly.
Neville sighed and reached forward to pull the shorter boy into his arms. Dean snuggled into him and Neville felt the stress he’d been feeling earlier melt away. He hated fighting and he was glad it was over.
XX
Over the next few weeks Draco and Neville did their best to draw Harry out of his shell. They spent the afternoons with him in the green house when they could and studied together in the library. With each day that passed Harry spoke to them a little more, he even started to feel safe enough around them to let them see him draw, although Neville still hadn’t heard him sing again yet. Still he was happy with how things were going and as more of the puzzle that was Harry Potter came together the more it became apparent how much more there was to learn; and it was fun.
He hadn’t had any more run-ins with the Gryffindors, but Draco told him of several times he’d caught the group bothering Harry and broke it up. They seemed to do it when Neville was spending time with Dean and therefore distracted and the sneakiness of it all pissed him off royally. He couldn’t believe they’d use their friend like that.
He and Dean were doing well, their fight had been forgotten and things were back to normal. The only issue they had at the moment seemed to be that Dean was very eager to advance their relationship intimately and Neville still didn’t feel like he was ready. He didn’t know what it was, but something was holding him back and he couldn’t seem to push it aside. They’d spoken about it and Dean understood, Neville just hoped he could get past it soon.
The other Ravenclaw and Slytherin students seemed to notice their friends’ interest in Harry but hadn’t commented yet. Neville was expecting that any day now, but it didn’t worry him for himself he was more concerned with how the Slytherins were going to react.
Harry’s confidence seemed to be growing somewhat and Neville noticed him interacting with his friends at the Hufflepuff table more that he had before. It was only a slight improvement but an improvement none the less, Neville was quite happy with his and Draco’s achievement. The orchid was going well and with the full moon swiftly approaching he couldn’t wait to see his flower open and reveal its colours for them to see. He had no doubt it would, it seemed positively thrilled with the care he and Harry bestowed upon it.
It was just before three in the afternoon on the day of the full moon that saw Harry and Neville walking together through the castle on their way to the greenhouse. Neville was trying to guess what colour their flower was going to be and Harry was listening to him indulgently when a noise from a nearby classroom caught Neville’s attention. He paused in his conversation with Harry and stepped closer to the door trying to work out what it was he was hearing. He couldn’t really make out what he was hearing but whatever was going on in there shouldn’t be; the classroom was empty and not being used for anything at the moment.
Sighing at the thought of something interrupting his trip down to the greenhouse and anticipating having a very unpleasant argument with whoever it was and taking points, Neville stepped back a bit from the door and used a spell to open it and another to immediately light the candles in the room to reveal who was inside.
He immediately wished he hadn’t.
He’d heard people say that when you see something truly devastating happening in front of you that time seems to slow down and it all appears to be happening in slow motion. The world around you becomes muted and you can’t bring yourself to focus on anything except the awful image in front of you. He hadn’t honestly believed that statement to be true, but standing in the doorway as he was now and seeing the sight presented before him, he accepted the truth of that statement as he was living it right now.
The scene was like something out of his worst nightmare. Dean, lying naked on a desk in the middle of the room with Cormac McLaggan buried balls deep in his ass, moaning and calling out the other boy’s name as he thrust leisurely into his delectable body. Neville couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing and he found himself blinking several times in an attempt to try and dispel the image from in front of him. He didn’t hear Harry’s gasp as the other boy stepped into the doorway beside him, nor did he feel the boy’s small hand reach out to gently touch his arm - something he would have considered a huge achievement had his brain been capable of processing rational thought-.
He didn’t hear Draco approaching them or calling out to him either, it seemed however the pair on the table did and that finally seemed to break them out of their stupor and made them realise their little moment had been interrupted. Dean’s eyes widened as his gaze met Neville’s and he immediately pushed Cormac away and leapt up from the table, grabbing his pants which were on the floor and ripping them on. He was saying something but Neville couldn’t hear him, nor did he feel Draco stop beside him or hear the boy’s audible gasp before his arm closed around Neville in a comforting gesture. It was only when Dean starting moving toward him, his hand held out toward Neville as if beseeching him to understand, that reality finally seemed to crash back in on him. He pulled out of Draco’s hold and ran as fast as he could to the Ravenclaw dorm.
He heard voices call out to him but he ignored them, he heard footsteps running behind him but he didn’t care. He had to get away from everything, away from what just happened, away from it all. He was pleased to note that he arrived at the door to the dorm at the same time as a group of sixth year girls and it was already opening in front of him, allowing him to slip inside behind the group before tearing down to his room. He threw himself in and locked the door behind him, commanding the painting not to let anyone else in.
He cast a silencing spell on the room and began to pace, agitated and hurt and trying to find something, anything, to make it stop. The first thing that drew his attention was the photo on his bedside table of him and Dean, the first photo they’d taken together as a couple. Rage flooded through him at the sight of the other boy looking so happy and he immediately flung his hand out to send it crashing to the floor. The frame broke apart as it hit the hard stone, the sound, for a moment, distracting Neville enough to draw his attention away from his grief. It was only a momentary relief of course, the pain quickly returned and he searched the room for something else to break, wanting just another moment of relief. It took less than 10 minutes to completely demolish the contents of his bedroom and with nothing else to distract him all that was left for Neville to do was drop down on the floor and scream.
XX
It was two days until the weekend and he didn’t leave the room for any of them. The world moved around him without his input and he let it go, happy enough not to be included. It was the beginning of December already, very soon they’d be heading home for Christmas and Neville found he couldn’t wait to get on the train and be away from what had now become his own personal hell. He just wasn’t sure how he’d survive until then.
According to the painting guarding his door several people had tried to visit, all his Ravenclaw friends, Draco of course and, if he wasn’t mistaken, Harry once or twice. Dean hadn’t been near his door, whether that was because the boy didn’t have the guts to face him or the Ravenclaws had simply refused to let him in Neville didn’t know, but he was glad. Someone had convinced the house elves to bring him food several times a day, probably Draco, and although he wasn’t in the mood to eat much he was grateful.
When the Sunday afternoon rolled around, and he knew he’d have to go to classes the next day, he figured it was time to start talking to people again. He showered, spelled the room clean and the things he’d broken repaired and told the portrait to let the next person who came by in, as long as it wasn’t a Gryffindor. At 4 that afternoon there was a knock on the door and Neville called out to the person to enter, taking a deep breath to calm himself as the door opened. He’d expected Draco, he hadn’t expected Draco and Harry together, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him happy to see them both.
They sat with him for a while, not talking about anything of substance and absolutely not mentioning Dean for which Neville was grateful. It was a relaxing afternoon, something he needed and they ended up eating dinner together in Neville’s room before heading out for the night. Before Harry left he pulled a roll of parchment out of his pocket and handed it to Neville. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but seemed to think better of it and followed Draco silently from the room. Neville watched them go, confused about what was going on. As soon as the door was shut behind his friends he sat back down on the couch and opened the parchment, gasping at the beauty of what he saw.
It was a picture, obviously drawn by Harry, of Neville, Harry and Draco standing together in the greenhouse. Neville was smiling and standing next to their plant, holding a watering can, Draco was sitting on his favourite bit of clear bench and looked like he was laughing at something. The most surprising and beautiful part of all was the true, happy smile on Harry’s face as he stood on the other side of the plant, reaching out as if about to pet it. It was beautifully drawn, every detail perfect including the orchid that Harry had drawn mid dance. Written above it, in beautiful, calligraphic letters were the words, my friends.
Despite the horrible situation currently happening around him, Neville found himself smiling before he even realised he was doing it. Dean may have betrayed him, but his persistence had paid off and Harry had become his friend. That, if nothing else, was something positive to take away from this semester. There was a small piece of parchment that had been rolled up in the picture and he picked it up to read the words written on it in very neat handwriting.
Hi, Neville,
I know you’re not feeling so great right now and I’m sorry, I know there’s nothing I can do to make it better but I wish there was. I had this in my book and Draco saw it yesterday. He seemed really happy, I’m not sure why (trust Harry to be clueless about that) and he told me it would cheer you up if you saw it so I thought I’d give it to you. I know it’s not very good, but I really liked it and so did Draco so I hope you do too, and I hope he’s right and it does cheer you up just a little. I don’t want to dampen your mood further but with everything that happened you missed the orchid opening the other night (disappointment flowed through Neville hot and strong. He’d been waiting for the opening for months and this stupid situation with Dean had made him miss it. He was royally cranky at himself). Professor sprout passed us with flying colours and the flower was a truly beautiful sight.
I thought about drawing it for you, but I knew a drawing could never hope to match the true beauty of a plant like that, so I asked Professor Sprout if she would let us keep it rather than sending it on to another class or back to the place it came from like they usually do when we’re done with them. She said, if we kept taking care of it, the flower would bloom again at the next full moon which will be the second week of the holidays. She’s agreed to let you take the orchid home so you don’t miss it again; I thought you’d be happy with that and I hope I’m right. Okay, I’m going to stop taking up your time now, I hope you feel better soon.
Harry
The smile that had crept onto Neville’s face while widened and he took the picture Harry had draw over to his bedside table. The little Hufflepuff was so lovely, so thoughtful and sweet. He’d gone to great lengths to do something as nice as keeping the orchid for Neville and it made him feel special to know Harry thought he was important enough to do that for. He propped the picture up against his lamp and looked at it again, the smile on his lips remaining strong. Friends; such a simple word but one that meant so much. He’d get a frame for the picture when he went home for Christmas, he wanted to keep it close to him always.
Knowing it was getting late and he needed to be functional for class the next day, he climbed into bed and pulled the covers up over himself. He felt the misery and betrayal trying to close in on him but he pushed it aside, focusing on Harry and Draco and the picture he could see perfectly from his position in bed. Yes Dean had betrayed him and hurt him; but his life, his future and his friends were far more important than a cheating ex ever would be. He would focus on them and the happiness they brought him and use it to get him through this awful time until he felt better again.
He settled down in bed and closed his eyes, picturing the orchid flowering under the full moon. Harry had said it as beautiful and Neville was sure it was, he couldn’t wait to see it for himself. Maybe he could invite Harry and Draco over to his house for the next full moon to watch it with him, that would be fun.
XX
The following morning Neville exited his room to find his collective group of Ravenclaw friends waiting outside the door for him.
“Um ... morning,” he greeted them, curious about their behaviour and they returned his greeting with happy ones of their own. They then informed him that they were going to walk him down to breakfast so he wouldn’t have to go alone and ushered him out of the room. Neville chuckled to himself. His friends really could be adorable sometimes, and people said Ravenclaws weren’t like that.
They arrived at breakfast and Neville’s eyes astutely avoided the Gryffindor table and anyone who might be sitting there in favour of talking to his friends and eating something good for breakfast. No one mentioned the breakup which he was grateful for, but he knew all eyes in the great hall were on him. They all knew, word traveled fast at Hogwarts, and he couldn’t wait for the hype over what had happened to end.
He had herbology that morning and he met Harry at the door to the great hall so they could walk down together. The walk was silent as time spent with Harry often was. Neville was used to it by now and actually found himself enjoying the quiet, especially since no one else was around to stare at him. Just before they reached the greenhouse he stopped the other boy and turned to look at him.
“The picture was amazing, and it definitely did cheer me up, thank you,” he said sincerely, with a bright smile for his friend.
Harry blushed and looked down, never comfortable with these situations. “I’m glad you liked it,” he mumbled softly in reply.
“And thank you, for convincing Professor Sprout to let us keep the orchid. You were right, I was disappointed that I didn’t get the chance to see it bloom and I’m so happy I’ll get another chance. You didn’t have to do that and I appreciate it,” he said, smiling even though he knew Harry was looking down and wouldn’t see it. He wasn’t sure how the other boy would take it, but he reached out and grabbed Harry’s hands that were currently at his sides and opening and closing nervously.
Harry flinched but didn’t pull away and Neville squeezed his hands softly, liking how the warm, small appendages felt in his own. “Thank you, Harry. You’re a lovely person and I’m really glad we’re friends,” he said sincerely.
He almost didn’t hear Harry’s soft reply of, “Me too.” but he did and it made his smile widen.
“Come on, let’s keep going,” he coaxed, releasing Harry’s hands and continuing on the path to the green house. The smaller boy fell into step beside him, keeping his eyes glued to his feet, most likely to hide a very fierce blush.
XX
The rest of the day was uneventful, Draco joined the two of them in the greenhouse that afternoon to tend to their orchid as normal and Neville gave him a big hug, glad to see him again and telling him how grateful he was to have the blonde as a friend. Draco laughed it off, but Neville knew it made the blonde feel good to hear it. They returned to the school and headed to the library to study where Neville found his group of Ravenclaw friends already set up and working at a table next to Draco’s Slytherin friends. They ended up pulling the tables together and sitting in a big group as neither wanted to forego sitting with their friends or appear to be playing favourites. It worked out well in the end because they could all share the books each group had gathered and that saved them time.
They’d been there for an hour when a hand appeared on Neville’s shoulder and he looked round to see Ron and Seamus standing behind him, looking cranky.
“We want to talk to you,” Ron demanded and Neville shrugged his hand off before turning back to his book.
“Oy, I’m talking to you,” Ron snapped, reaching out to grab Neville again only to stop when he suddenly found several wands pointed at his face.
“Bugger off, Weasel!” Draco snapped, but rather than back down Ron just got angrier.
“I need to talk to Longbottom, this doesn’t involve the rest of you,” he snapped.
“And obviously he doesn’t want to talk to you, so get lost,” Theo snarled back.
“What, can’t Longbottom fight his own battles anymore?” Seamus asked mockingly.
“You don’t want to battle with me, Finnigan,” Neville finally replied, turning back to look at the pair. “And the others are right, I don’t want to talk to you, there’s nothing you have to say that I want to hear. Now go away, we’re studying!” he finished, turning back to his books.
“Dean’s really upset that you haven’t even bothered to talk to him about what happened,” Ron said. “Weren’t you the one that’s always going on about getting both sides of a story before making a decision? What the hell happened to that, Longbottom? It’s all right for you but not Dean?”
“Dean doesn’t have a side to tell me!” Neville snapped, turning around and standing up from his chair, towering over Ron and Seamus who were much shorter than him. “He fucked Cormac, behind my back, there’s no possible side to the story that doesn’t come out as he cheated on me so there’s nothing to say about the matter. I haven’t spoke to Dean and I’m not going to. And you want to talk about not fighting your own battles, where’s he right now? I don’t see him here trying to plead his case!”
“He’s in the Gryffindor tower too upset to get out of bed!” Seamus replied.
This would normally have upset Neville and brought out his caring side. It didn’t, not today. “Good, it’s exactly what he deserves for what he did to me!” he snarled instead giving the two Gryffindors his most angry glare. “Now go away, I’m busy!” he growled turning back to the table and sitting down in front of his book once more. It was only seconds later that he heard a shouted spell behind him, but before he could turn around to defend himself the spell had been deflected and Ron and Seamus sent flying back to land on the ground near the door with a thump.
The whole library had fallen silent and Neville immediately knew why as his gaze fell on Harry. The hufflepuff was standing behind his spot at the table next to Neville and holding out his still glowing wand toward the pair of Gryffindors, a look of intense anger and loathing in his lovely green eyes.
“You heard him, he told you to go away, now go away!” Harry snarled in a voice none of them recognised from the normally quiet, reserved teen. Ron and Seamus looked positively shocked, but they staggered to their feet and did as they were told, backing out of the room and running off down the corridor.
“Wow, Potter, that was amazing!” one of the Ravenclaws exclaimed but Harry didn’t answer and when he lowered his wand hand Neville could see that it was shaking. He thought maybe Harry had been scared by what he did, but one look at the Hufflepuff’s face showed that he was angry, really angry.
“Harry, are you all right?” Neville asked softly, reaching out to touch Harry’s hand. The contact seemed to snap Harry out of whatever mood he was riding and he turned to look at Neville, a look of confusion momentarily filling his beautiful green eyes before it was replaced by anxiety and fear.
“Um ... I have to go,” the boy stuttered before grabbing his bag from under his chair and racing out of the library faster than Neville had ever seen anyone move in his life.
“Harry, wait!” Neville called and both he and Draco leapt out of their chairs to follow the Hufflepuff. They reached the corridor and stopped when there was no sign of the other boy. Where the hell had he gone so quickly?
“What just happened?” Draco asked.
“I have no idea,” Neville replied, worried about his friend. They searched the corridor for several minutes before giving up and heading dejectedly back to the library where their other friends were waiting. Harry wasn’t at dinner and try as he might Neville couldn’t seem to find him anywhere for the next several days. On the Thursday afternoon, after tending to the orchid alone with Draco, the pair of them headed to the Hufflepuff common room to see if they could find Harry anywhere. There were several girls on their way out of the door as they arrived and the pair quickly asked them about Harry and whether he was about.
“Harry had to go home early,” one of the young girls told them. “Professor Sprout came to the dorm to get some things for him the other day and said he wouldn’t be back until next semester.”
“Did she say why?” Neville asked worriedly.
“No, she just said something had come up and his mother was coming to get him early,” another of the girls replied.
“Did she say if he was okay?” Draco asked.
“No, sorry, she wouldn’t really talk about it,” the first girl replied and the pair thanked the girls for their time before heading away from the common room. Tomorrow was the last day of classes before they got on the train to go home, if Harry had really been sent home early for some reason they wouldn’t have any contact with him until the following semester because neither of them had his address.
“What do you think happened?” Neville asked softly.
“Do you think the Gryffindors got him into trouble?” Draco asked back.
“Surely it couldn’t be that,” Neville disagreed. “They pull more crap than that on a regular day and they didn’t send me home for throwing Ron into a vegetable patch. Something’s wrong, I can feel it, I just don’t know what it is.”
“Should we go and ask Dumbledore?” Draco asked.
“Do you really think he’ll tell us anything?” Neville asked incredulously.
“He might at least be able to tell us if Harry’s all right,” Draco suggested.
“Do you honestly think he would?” Neville asked.
Draco sighed. “No, probably not,” he replied sadly.
XX
In the end they tried talking to Dumbledore but the Headmaster refused to say anything about it. Draco asked Professor Snape but the man didn’t know anything about it either. They approached Professor Sprout and asked her, but she was as tight lipped as the Headmaster. In the end, at a loss of what else to do, they gave the head of Hufflepuff a letter from each of them, containing their addresses and asking Harry to please write to them and asked her to send them since they both knew the woman wasn’t going to give them the other boy’s address. She agreed with a soft smile for the pair of them and they headed back up to their dorms to pack.
XX
End of Chapter
So what do we think?? The Plot thickens and the Harry mystery deepens further. I know a lot of you have been curious about why Harry is like he is and some of the theories have been interesting, but it’s half the plot of this story so I can’t give too much away too quickly, sorry. Also if anyone is interested I’ve made a facebook page to keep you all updated on the stories. I know on aff.net it’s hard to keep track of things because there’s no follow option, so if you want to look me up I’m under Kayla Dark and my email address is darkdancerkayla@outlook.com. Happy to answer any questions you have on there, especially as I can’t reply to reviews on aff.net. Anyway looking forward to seeing you on there. Please review and let me know what you think, it really does inspire me to write and post faster knowing the story is being enjoyed. Sorry for those I haven’t replied to, I’ve had two kids three days this week and town the other two so not a lot of free time.
See you again soon.
Love to all,
Kayla
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