Forgetting to Remember (R) for the community
Title: Forgetting to Remember: Four times Draco forgot, and one time he did not.
Author: bgreenwivy
Recipient: the community
Rating: M
Summary: Draco keeps forgetting until Neville forces him to remember.
Author’s notes: I was really trying to get the seemingly innocuous everyday things that speaks volumes element along with the hurt/comfort angle. I hope that I managed it.
One
Draco could never forget that Neville Longbottom was an example of what could happen to him if he failed in his missions. Constantly under pressure to succeed in his different tasks for the Dark Lord, the thought of what could happen to his parents if he failed kept him going. Unknowingly Draco looked to Neville as how he could end up, not recognizing that he had any choice.
As once again Draco failed to get the cabinet to work, he put his head in his hands. Dragging in a shaky sob Draco stood up and left the room of requirement. Storming through the front entrance, he noticed Neville entering and slowed his pace.
“Been rolling around in the dirt again, Longbottom.” Draco drawled.
Neville ignored him and continued on his way. Draco frowned as the taller boy passed him. “Longbottom, your better is talking to you.” Draco said his eyes narrowing at the broad back facing him.
“The only person you are better than is Voldemort and only just.” Neville retorted with a sniff without turning to face Draco.
Eyes widening Draco’s nostrils flared at the response. Shoving Neville in the back Draco balled up his fist. Neville beat him to the punch, smacking him soundly.
Later as Draco held a hand to the cheek that Neville had bruised, he thought about Neville’s comment and discarded it. “What does he know anyway?” Sliding into his pajamas Draco got into bed. Pressing his bruised cheek to the pillow, Draco sighed as the cool material made contact. Pain was something he knew a lot about.
Two
Draco laughed with the rest of the class as Neville’s imitation of what a pain potion should be turned him into a frog. “Someone catch him and we can use him for potion parts.” Draco’s laughter abruptly turned to screams as Neville hopped onto him and down his sweater.
Forgetting all dignity Draco ran out of the room removing clothes as he went. Running back to his prefect room, Draco finished removing his shirts only to feel Neville crawling down his pants.
A pouf filled the air and Neville returned to his normal form. Draco’s pants couldn’t take the added presence of another body and split completely leaving him naked. Neville grabbed him before he could fall and Draco grabbed back.
Their bodies were pressed together from chest to ankle. Draco stared up into Neville’s warm hazel eyes with a longing he hadn’t realized was there. Getting a hold of himself, Draco pushed Neville away and grabbed a pillow to cover his nether region.
“The doors that way.” Draco pointed behind him, looking down his nose.
Neville nodded, blushing slightly before walking towards the doorway. Draco waited to hear the sound of the door opening and closing. Hearing nothing Draco turned to see Neville had been staring fixedly at his ass.
“Get out!” Draco yelled clutching the pillow close while Neville broke his stupor and ran from the room.
Three
After another disastrous attempt to get the cabinet to work, Draco went looking for Neville. Finding him in the greenhouse Draco spelled the door locked. Stomping over to where Neville was pruning Shrive Ambrosia at a table, Draco swept his hand across the table. Plants flew and Draco felt victorious when he noticed Neville had frozen with the shears open to clip.
“Look Longbottom you made a mess.” Draco drawled crossing his arms and letting his chin jut out. Neville slowly put the clippers down while Draco talked.
“What is your problem?” Neville asked his voice dangerously low.
“You are a waste of space and a disgrace to the term Pureblood.” Draco sniffed dramatically.
Neville tapped his fingers on the tabletop and tried to get control his temper. “Malfoy if you aren’t out of my sight in the next couple minutes you will regret it.”
“What is the bumbling Longbottom going to do?” Draco responded leaning on the table completely forgetting that Neville was taller and stronger.
Neville grabbed Draco’s wrists in a vicious grip. Pulling him close, Neville commanded, “Pick them up.” Draco temporarily stared at him before twisting his arm out of Neville’s grip. Waving his wand negligently, the plants rearranged themselves on the tabletop. Neville picked up his shears and went back to work.
Draco left the greenhouse in a rage. Going back to his room, he crashed on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Looking at his wrists, Draco ran his fingers lightly across the skin. Privately reveling in the memory of his encounter before wiping it from his mind, it wasn’t important. Fixing the cabinet was and his parents. He didn’t matter in the scheme of things. Rolling onto his side, Draco let his hair cover his eyes, his memory of the interlude with Neville. More importantly the memory of how it made him feel.
Four
Lying on the bathroom tiles made Draco feel mildly disjointed. The bathroom was in an area of the school that had fallen out of use over the decades. No one even remembered it was there but Draco knew. He knew each individual blue and white tile that softly dug into his back, grounding him.
Draco wanted to start to scream and keep screaming but there was no more air. The tears of frustration and anger sliding from the corner of his eyes to leak on the floor puddle. Becoming his tears Draco puddles with them. Half of his reason for working so hard is gone. His mother dead, suicide to avoid what the Dark Lord had planned for her death. She knew she was going to die but couldn’t escape so she had died on her own terms.
He could respect that but he didn’t want to. His father in hiding to prevent his own death, Lucius had no faith in his son. Draco was alone. Protected by school walls that had allowed more than one enemy to sneak through, surrounded by friends who would turn enemies at the hint of weakness.
Standing Draco cast glamour on his face. Walking slowly through the hallways, he memorized the way things looked one last time. No one looked his way, or even recalled his existence as he wafted down the hall, a memory of what he had been. He moved past Neville without insult or even sarcastic critique on his appearance, forgetting his role as tormentor in Neville’s existence. Draco always commented on something about Neville.
Breaking away from his friends Neville began to follow Draco; wondering what was so wrong that he had forgotten to insult him. Neville stood peeking around the corner as Draco walk back in forth in front of the Room of Requirement. When Draco entered the room, Neville ran to the door and caught it before it could close.
Draco stood in front of the vanishing cabinet door. Opening it, he tossed in a book that was promptly spat back at him, shredded and rendered useless. Straightening his shoulders, Draco walked forward almost at the threshold when strong arms closed around him. Neville pulled him away from the cabinet’s danger and into the room’s relative safety.
“If you wanted to pretend everything was normal you should have insulted me when you walked by.” Neville murmured quietly into Draco’s ear releasing his grip.
Shuffling backwards, Neville studied the room with its various objects but abruptly they vanished. “I didn’t forget.” Draco responded as the room shifted out of focus and returned into a simple bedroom with an alcove sporting a couch and chairs around a fireplace. Kicking off his shoes Draco climbed into the bed hugging the warmth from Neville’s touch into himself.
Five
Neville turned his chair around to face the bed, watching Draco hold himself, at once so strong and yet scarily fragile. Making a decision Neville took off his shoes and climbed on top of the covers. Wrapping both arms around Draco, he sighed into Draco’s neck.
Draco felt the warmth remembered the way life felt before the cabinet took his freedom. The exhale of breath on his neck telling him without words that life could go on and it would be okay eventually. He had a choice and he knew what his decision was. Tears and anger wouldn’t solve his problem but acceptance and cunning would.
“Your shirt and pants don’t match.” Draco commented. “You also smell worse than the half giant on a hot day.”
Neville just smiled, pressed a kiss to the back of Draco’s neck and settled down while Draco remembered who he was.
~
This is the mod account for this community, not the author's account. Please let it be noted that I do not take credit for
this person's work. Their name will be revealed in this post and another community post on May 31st.
Note: This fic was written for a participant that dropped out of the challenge, so it is being posted as a gift to the community for all to enjoy!
Author: bgreenwivy
Recipient: the community
Rating: M
Summary: Draco keeps forgetting until Neville forces him to remember.
Author’s notes: I was really trying to get the seemingly innocuous everyday things that speaks volumes element along with the hurt/comfort angle. I hope that I managed it.
One
Draco could never forget that Neville Longbottom was an example of what could happen to him if he failed in his missions. Constantly under pressure to succeed in his different tasks for the Dark Lord, the thought of what could happen to his parents if he failed kept him going. Unknowingly Draco looked to Neville as how he could end up, not recognizing that he had any choice.
As once again Draco failed to get the cabinet to work, he put his head in his hands. Dragging in a shaky sob Draco stood up and left the room of requirement. Storming through the front entrance, he noticed Neville entering and slowed his pace.
“Been rolling around in the dirt again, Longbottom.” Draco drawled.
Neville ignored him and continued on his way. Draco frowned as the taller boy passed him. “Longbottom, your better is talking to you.” Draco said his eyes narrowing at the broad back facing him.
“The only person you are better than is Voldemort and only just.” Neville retorted with a sniff without turning to face Draco.
Eyes widening Draco’s nostrils flared at the response. Shoving Neville in the back Draco balled up his fist. Neville beat him to the punch, smacking him soundly.
Later as Draco held a hand to the cheek that Neville had bruised, he thought about Neville’s comment and discarded it. “What does he know anyway?” Sliding into his pajamas Draco got into bed. Pressing his bruised cheek to the pillow, Draco sighed as the cool material made contact. Pain was something he knew a lot about.
Two
Draco laughed with the rest of the class as Neville’s imitation of what a pain potion should be turned him into a frog. “Someone catch him and we can use him for potion parts.” Draco’s laughter abruptly turned to screams as Neville hopped onto him and down his sweater.
Forgetting all dignity Draco ran out of the room removing clothes as he went. Running back to his prefect room, Draco finished removing his shirts only to feel Neville crawling down his pants.
A pouf filled the air and Neville returned to his normal form. Draco’s pants couldn’t take the added presence of another body and split completely leaving him naked. Neville grabbed him before he could fall and Draco grabbed back.
Their bodies were pressed together from chest to ankle. Draco stared up into Neville’s warm hazel eyes with a longing he hadn’t realized was there. Getting a hold of himself, Draco pushed Neville away and grabbed a pillow to cover his nether region.
“The doors that way.” Draco pointed behind him, looking down his nose.
Neville nodded, blushing slightly before walking towards the doorway. Draco waited to hear the sound of the door opening and closing. Hearing nothing Draco turned to see Neville had been staring fixedly at his ass.
“Get out!” Draco yelled clutching the pillow close while Neville broke his stupor and ran from the room.
Three
After another disastrous attempt to get the cabinet to work, Draco went looking for Neville. Finding him in the greenhouse Draco spelled the door locked. Stomping over to where Neville was pruning Shrive Ambrosia at a table, Draco swept his hand across the table. Plants flew and Draco felt victorious when he noticed Neville had frozen with the shears open to clip.
“Look Longbottom you made a mess.” Draco drawled crossing his arms and letting his chin jut out. Neville slowly put the clippers down while Draco talked.
“What is your problem?” Neville asked his voice dangerously low.
“You are a waste of space and a disgrace to the term Pureblood.” Draco sniffed dramatically.
Neville tapped his fingers on the tabletop and tried to get control his temper. “Malfoy if you aren’t out of my sight in the next couple minutes you will regret it.”
“What is the bumbling Longbottom going to do?” Draco responded leaning on the table completely forgetting that Neville was taller and stronger.
Neville grabbed Draco’s wrists in a vicious grip. Pulling him close, Neville commanded, “Pick them up.” Draco temporarily stared at him before twisting his arm out of Neville’s grip. Waving his wand negligently, the plants rearranged themselves on the tabletop. Neville picked up his shears and went back to work.
Draco left the greenhouse in a rage. Going back to his room, he crashed on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Looking at his wrists, Draco ran his fingers lightly across the skin. Privately reveling in the memory of his encounter before wiping it from his mind, it wasn’t important. Fixing the cabinet was and his parents. He didn’t matter in the scheme of things. Rolling onto his side, Draco let his hair cover his eyes, his memory of the interlude with Neville. More importantly the memory of how it made him feel.
Four
Lying on the bathroom tiles made Draco feel mildly disjointed. The bathroom was in an area of the school that had fallen out of use over the decades. No one even remembered it was there but Draco knew. He knew each individual blue and white tile that softly dug into his back, grounding him.
Draco wanted to start to scream and keep screaming but there was no more air. The tears of frustration and anger sliding from the corner of his eyes to leak on the floor puddle. Becoming his tears Draco puddles with them. Half of his reason for working so hard is gone. His mother dead, suicide to avoid what the Dark Lord had planned for her death. She knew she was going to die but couldn’t escape so she had died on her own terms.
He could respect that but he didn’t want to. His father in hiding to prevent his own death, Lucius had no faith in his son. Draco was alone. Protected by school walls that had allowed more than one enemy to sneak through, surrounded by friends who would turn enemies at the hint of weakness.
Standing Draco cast glamour on his face. Walking slowly through the hallways, he memorized the way things looked one last time. No one looked his way, or even recalled his existence as he wafted down the hall, a memory of what he had been. He moved past Neville without insult or even sarcastic critique on his appearance, forgetting his role as tormentor in Neville’s existence. Draco always commented on something about Neville.
Breaking away from his friends Neville began to follow Draco; wondering what was so wrong that he had forgotten to insult him. Neville stood peeking around the corner as Draco walk back in forth in front of the Room of Requirement. When Draco entered the room, Neville ran to the door and caught it before it could close.
Draco stood in front of the vanishing cabinet door. Opening it, he tossed in a book that was promptly spat back at him, shredded and rendered useless. Straightening his shoulders, Draco walked forward almost at the threshold when strong arms closed around him. Neville pulled him away from the cabinet’s danger and into the room’s relative safety.
“If you wanted to pretend everything was normal you should have insulted me when you walked by.” Neville murmured quietly into Draco’s ear releasing his grip.
Shuffling backwards, Neville studied the room with its various objects but abruptly they vanished. “I didn’t forget.” Draco responded as the room shifted out of focus and returned into a simple bedroom with an alcove sporting a couch and chairs around a fireplace. Kicking off his shoes Draco climbed into the bed hugging the warmth from Neville’s touch into himself.
Five
Neville turned his chair around to face the bed, watching Draco hold himself, at once so strong and yet scarily fragile. Making a decision Neville took off his shoes and climbed on top of the covers. Wrapping both arms around Draco, he sighed into Draco’s neck.
Draco felt the warmth remembered the way life felt before the cabinet took his freedom. The exhale of breath on his neck telling him without words that life could go on and it would be okay eventually. He had a choice and he knew what his decision was. Tears and anger wouldn’t solve his problem but acceptance and cunning would.
“Your shirt and pants don’t match.” Draco commented. “You also smell worse than the half giant on a hot day.”
Neville just smiled, pressed a kiss to the back of Draco’s neck and settled down while Draco remembered who he was.
~
This is the mod account for this community, not the author's account. Please let it be noted that I do not take credit for
this person's work. Their name will be revealed in this post and another community post on May 31st.
Note: This fic was written for a participant that dropped out of the challenge, so it is being posted as a gift to the community for all to enjoy!