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drachenminaTitle: Falling #1. The Home Series.
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Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: G
Snarry100 Challenge:#76 Home, #78 Fall
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Neville Longbottom
AN: The first of these is so sugary it should come with a warning from the British Dental Association. The second, um, isn’t.
Author:
drachenminaWord Count: 100 x 2
Rating: G
Snarry100 Challenge:#76 Home, #78 Fall
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Neville Longbottom
AN: The first of these is so sugary it should come with a warning from the British Dental Association. The second, um, isn’t.
Fall
Draco smiled fondly as he helped a somewhat-the-worse-for-wear Neville into their cosy townhouse, carefully circumnavigating the numerous pots containing Neville’s pet seedlings on their way to the stairs.
Was it wrong of him to revel in these rare chances to care for his love, to be the protector? He knew he was damned lucky to have his brave lion of a Gryffindor to look after him, to save him from the nightmares engendered by his past.
“Careful now, Sweetie, we don’t want you to fall!”
Neville smiled at him, misty-eyed. “S’alright. S’good to fall.”
Yes, thought Draco, sometimes it is.
……………………………………………………..
Fallen
Draco woke up shaking and drenched in cold sweat, fighting the urge to cry, to throw up. It was OK, it was only a dream, Neville was there-
“Draco? You alright?” Sleepily, Neville enfolded his fragile fallen angel in his arms. “Same one?”
“Yes. Same one.” Draco choked out. Despite his efforts, a few tears forced their way out. “Don’t know how you can stay with me-“
“Shhh.”
It was always the same one, these days. The one where Voldemort looked on and laughed, as Draco crucio’d Neville into the same state of vacant lunacy that had claimed his parents.
Draco smiled fondly as he helped a somewhat-the-worse-for-wear Neville into their cosy townhouse, carefully circumnavigating the numerous pots containing Neville’s pet seedlings on their way to the stairs.
Was it wrong of him to revel in these rare chances to care for his love, to be the protector? He knew he was damned lucky to have his brave lion of a Gryffindor to look after him, to save him from the nightmares engendered by his past.
“Careful now, Sweetie, we don’t want you to fall!”
Neville smiled at him, misty-eyed. “S’alright. S’good to fall.”
Yes, thought Draco, sometimes it is.
……………………………………………………..
Fallen
Draco woke up shaking and drenched in cold sweat, fighting the urge to cry, to throw up. It was OK, it was only a dream, Neville was there-
“Draco? You alright?” Sleepily, Neville enfolded his fragile fallen angel in his arms. “Same one?”
“Yes. Same one.” Draco choked out. Despite his efforts, a few tears forced their way out. “Don’t know how you can stay with me-“
“Shhh.”
It was always the same one, these days. The one where Voldemort looked on and laughed, as Draco crucio’d Neville into the same state of vacant lunacy that had claimed his parents.
