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OTP in usage: Dreville (Draco/Neville)

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"Where are you taking me?" Draco eyed the tall, sandy blonde tugging him along. The two were moving through the darkened halls of Hogwarts. They took the corners sharp, and moved along the shadows. Draco had no idea where they were going, and he was starting to grow more curious.

"Come on." Neville didn't turn back when he spoke. Instead, he pulled him faster down the hall, they took another corner.

"Where are we going?" Draco looked around briefly. He knew they were on one of the lower levels, but where exactly they were was unclear. He didn't like knowing.

Neville glanced over his shoulder, smirking a little. "You'll find out. Now walk quicker. Last thing we need is the Carrows catching us together."

Draco smirked. "I could always tell them I caught you sneaking around after curfew."

Neville pulled him around the corner, and then drew the shorter blonde into him. He trailed a finger through the faded blonde locks. "You're so funny. Now, I have a surprise for you."

"Really?" Draco made a note of Neville's hands slowly slipping down the side of his hips, but he didn't pull away. He placed his hands in a similar position on Neville. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Kind of a thank you." Neville answered. The playfulness disappeared and a seriousness touched his words. "For all you've done to help the DA. All you've done to protect the people here."

Draco shrugged. "I'm just doing the same as the rest of you."

"I know. But you had no reason to. And yet you did."

"Neville." Draco took his hand. "I love you. I love all of you, and that's something I never expected to say. But I do. I wasn't going to stand by and watch everyone else fight."

"I know." Neville smiled widely at him. "And that's part of why I love you."

"Only part?"

"Well," Neville drew out the word. "You're not so bad in bed, so that's part of it."

"You're not so bad yourself."

"We're getting off track here." Neville glanced down the dark hall.

"You're right. You promised me a surprise. I kind of want it."

"So greedy." Neville chuckled, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the rest of the hall. They came to a large doorway. A bell tolled high above them as Neville pushed the door open. A wave of cold air lashed against their robes, but nothing boy shivered. They glanced out into the night, and the light rain that fell.

"Outside?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "It's dark."

"Are you scared of the dark?"

"The dark? No. The dementors out there, yes."

"That's what a Patronus is for."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Ya, for getting us caught."

"Just trust me." Neville took his hand. "Please."

Draco paused for a moment before nodding. He allowed himself to be pulled into the night. It wasn't raining as hard as he'd thought it had. A few steps from the building, he realized where they were. It took only a minute until the two were no longer in the light rain, but now inside one of the warm greenhouses.

"You drug me all the way out here," Draco turned to him as the door shut behind them. It was dark except for the moon showing through the glass ceiling. "Just to see the greenhouse."

"No." Neville moved through the darkness. He stepped forward, placing a palm on Draco's cheek. He kissed his briefly on the lips before stepping back toward the potted plants. He drew out his wand, pointing it down at a row of plants. "I brought you down here for this."

He muttered the spell, and the affect was instant. The greenhouse was lit with a luminescent purple light. The flowers next to Neville began to glow brightly. Slowly several of the other flowers around the greenhouse also set into a vibrant blaze. Draco smiled at the sight, but more so, he was smiling at Neville. The Gryffindor stood in front of him, a smile on his face, and a shine to his eyes.

"I told you Herbology wasn't useless." He said, storing his wand away.

"This is pretty cool." Draco said. A smirk pulled at his lips. "So, you got me flowers."

Neville laughed. He plucked one of the flowers and handed it to him. "They're called Acrania. Lots of medical benefits. With the proper motivation, they glow. Pretty cool."

Draco took the flower. He fingered the petals, noticing the light pink veins that ran through the purple. It shimmered as he turned it. He glanced back up. "Not that I don't love this, but what's this all for?"

Neville's smile dropped slightly. "Everything's going to change at the end of this year. We're not going to have the safety of the school, and then we're going to be in the middle of it all. I'm not scared to fight, I want to play my part in stopping this war, but what I am scare of…"

He trailed off, looking at Draco with a sad frown. He didn't need to speak for Draco to know what he meant. Setting the flower down, he stepped forward, taking the Gryffindors hand.

"It's going to work out." Draco spoke slowly. "This war, it'll end. And we'll win. Do you hear me? We will win and we will get through this. So don't worry."

"What if they found out?" Neville seemed to have disregarded what Draco said. "You've got a foot in both camps. If the Death Eaters ever find out what you've been doing-"

"They won't."

"You don't know that. There's no way of knowing. You're in a dangerous position here. They'll kill you if they find out."

"Neville." Draco squeezed his hands. "They won't. I'm careful."

"What if you just came over?" Neville asked. The question sent a startle through Draco. "Remus and Kingsley know you're with us. They know what you've been doing to help. When this year is over, just come with us to the Order."

"I don't think it's that simple."

"Why not?"

Draco sighed, looking away. "You forget, I'm Draco Malfoy."

"And I'm Neville Longbottom. What does that matter?"

"You aren't a Death Eater."

"And neither are you." Neville spoke softly. "So what's to stop you from just coming over fully? You've done so much for us already, but you can only spy for so long before something happens and you're caught."

Draco didn't respond. Instead, he glanced around at the flowers, their glow still shinning against the night. They were so full of life.

"Did you ever think that me and you, that we could be this?"

Neville was taken aback by the question. He too looked at the flowers. "No. I always thought you were just some jerk. I kind of hated you. But that was before I knew who you were."

"You were so easy to mess with back then." Draco ran a finger over one of the flowers. "I have to admit though, that I like you a lot more the way you are no. A lot more confident."

"Feelings mutual." Neville said. "You're lot less of a git. A lot more friendly."

Draco chuckled, looking up at him. "What's to say I come with you, and the Order doesn't think the same as you? What's to stop them from killing me on the spot or just shipping me off to Azkaban? I'd be no use to anyone then."

"That won't happen." Neville took his hand. "I know all you've done for us. The risk you've taken for us. So does Luna, and Ginny, and Remus, and Kingsley. So many of us know what you've done. We know who you really are. So don't worry. And if they have a problem with it, I'll protect you."

Draco smirked. "My knight."

"Does that make you the damsel?" Neville stepped forward, encircling his arms around Draco.

"Shut up." Draco spoke, wrapping his arms loosely around Neville's waist. He pulled him closer.

"Just promise me," Neville spoke slowly, "that you'll think about it."

Draco was silent for a moment as he bit his lower lip. He nodded, a smile on his lips. "Alright. But if they kill me, I'll haunt your arse."

"Don't be so dramatic." Neville chuckled. He leaned down, capturing Draco's lips with his own.

The Acrania continued to glow in the moonlight as the two enjoyed their moment of peace in Greenhouse Number Two.