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My darker side has been playing over on [livejournal.com profile] snape100 again, so it's time to redress the cosmic balance with a little fluff:

Title: Kew Gardens, the Untold Story, part 4. The Home Series.
Author: [livejournal.com profile] drachenmina
Word Count: 100 x 4
Rating: G
Snarry100 Challenge:#76 Home
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Neville Longbottom
For the apparently insatiable [livejournal.com profile] gin_tonic . Hope you enjoy!

Holding hands

Neville could hardly believe his luck. He was on a date with Draco Malfoy, and they were holding hands!

He felt like all his Christmases had come at once, like he’d discovered he was magical all over again. He wanted to jump on a broomstick and fly, yes fly, and shout down to the world how wonderfully, ecstatically happy he was!

He felt like –

He felt like he should perhaps have been listening a bit more closely to his dinner companion, who was sporting a rather hurt expression and looking at him reproachfully.

Now who’s not paying attention?” Draco pouted.


“So, er, Draco, can I see you home?” Neville asked, hopefully.

“Actually Neville, perhaps we could go to your place for – ah – coffee, or something? It’s just that I still live with my parents, and going there might be a bit embarrassing – “

Neville’s face fell. “Oh. Oh, yes, of course – I see – I mean, I know I’m not the sort of person they probably want you going round with – “

“Are you mad? You saved my life! Mother would be all over you! She’d probably want to kiss you or something.” Draco smirked. “And I’d rather do that myself.”


Neville’s townhouse was large, and full of old fashioned things, Draco noticed. High ceilings, bay windows and – yes – a grim, statuesque old battleaxe glowering balefully by the hearth. Neville’s Grandmother.

Neville edged protectively closer to Draco as she seared him with a glare that a basilisk would have been proud of.

Fine company for you to be keeping, Neville! Have you forgotten just what this young Death Eater’s aunt did to your dear parents?”

“That wasn’t Draco’s fault, Gran, and I – I won’t have you speaking to him like that!”

“No,” countered Draco softly. “It’s ok, Neville. I deserve it.”



Draco lay on his lonely bed in the Manor, feeling like he’d just taken a bludger to the heart. He couldn’t really blame the vindictive old harridan.

He’d wanted to be a Death Eater – at least, until he’d discovered what it really meant.

And all those crucios he’d cast in the Dark Lord’s service – well, they called them Unforgivables for a reason, didn’t they? How could he expect Neville, of all people, or anyone in his family, to forgive him?

He felt like weeping.

And then the owl arrived, with a message that read, “Sorry about Gran. See you tomorrow?”

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