Finding Something Better.

Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter or anything else that you recognise. I do on the other hand own the plot.

Warnings: MPREG. Do not read if you do not like. And slash but that is obvious now lol.

It was late when Lupin quietly shook me awake and urged me to dress.

At first panic sprang inside me, my heart thumping loudly in my ears as I vividly remembered the night he and Tonks pulled me from my grandmother's house only to watch seconds later as it burst into flames.

This time though, his actions seemed more controlled. There was not an ounce of fear betraying him, not the slightest hint of concern in his movements.

I uneasily shuffled down the stairs after him, following like an obedient dog into the living room.

There stood Mr Weasley and Tonks in their nightclothes but wide-awake and appearing prepared for any eventuality. To their right was Snape, poised and calm as always and contempt flowing from him in waves. Everyone looked as they always did.

Then I caught sight of a flash of platinum blond hair and was confronted by an almost unrecognisable Draco Malfoy.

He had always been slender but now there was nothing to him but skin thinly stretched over exposed bones. Normally, his grey eyes would be lit with superiority but now they were rimmed with black and completely dull. All in all he looked like dead.

"Neville, how much do you know about what happened before the summer?"

I explained roughly the facts I knew, the fact that Malfoy had been ordered to kill the already terminally ill Professor Dumbledore and that Snape had done the deed for him.

Mr Weasley calmly continued the story, highlighting that after his failings Malfoy had been disgraced and was now in as much danger as all of us stuck here in this decrepit house.

My personality was nowhere near bad natured but I could not help but think what on earth Malfoy's current situation had to do with me. Appearing to sense my confusion Lupin took another hold of my shoulder.

"Neville, we would like you to see over Draco for a while. You will need to share a room with him anyway as there is no where else for him to go but we think it would be beneficial to both of you to have someone to talk to."

Clearly, my reluctance to be overly social and take part in the games around the house had not gone unnoticed, as I had assumed.

"Okay," I said quietly,

As though he were an unsure child and not a shaken young man, Snape gave Draco an unsightly nudge in my direction. I expected a sarcastic comment snapped behind him, not for Draco to blindly walk towards me and take his place next to me. His face still completely clean of any emotion.

"Perhaps you should take him upstairs and show him your room," Mr Weasley suggested but I could sense it was more of an order.

Lupin smiled at me slightly and I gave him my best attempt in reply.

In our shared room Malfoy continued much in the same way, his face blank and cold. He moved delicately, as though he were frightened of any consequent reaction of his actions.

His things were piled messily at the end of his bed. I could not help but imagine the way the normal Draco Malfoy would have acted to see his possessions so poorly treated. But the new Draco just seemed to accept anything that came his way.

"I'm gonna turn off the light. So get your night stuff ready and we can undress and go to bed right?"

He did not reply but did what I asked and pulled a pair of black silken pyjamas from a battered holdall. They looked completely out of place compared to the dirty, dull robes he wore right now.

"Ready?"

He nodded and I turned the light off.

I could hear the shuffling of his feet and the quiet sound of fabric moving then finally a deep creak as he lay on the bed.

Ten minutes later I heard the familiar sound of tears, futilely muffled by a pillow.

When I woke the next morning he was not there. Not that I really thought he would be.

I showered and dressed then decided I would try to hunt him down.

After a quick scour of the house I could not locate him so I opted to have breakfast, then continue my mission.

Before I really had the chance to even think about eating Harry, Hermione and Ron cornered me in the hall, demanding answers. I gave them the barest of suggestions, just really hinting at Malfoy's reasons for being here. The glorified expressions on Harry's and Ron's faces worried me, I would not allow them this twisted victory by even skirting over the edge of Draco's apparent brokenness.

When I managed to make it clear I had nothing left to offer I snuck away, once again searching for Malfoy.

Once I had exhausted the places inside, I slipped outside while trying to be as discreet as possible.

The house had a sparse, messy garden that we were told to avoid. It was not warded as heavily as the rest of the house and if you were not careful, you could be spotted and the Death Eaters had taken to simply flying over well known cities just trying to catch sight of suspected Order members unaware.

To give him his dues, Malfoy was well covered by a tall hedge at the bottom of the garden. The only thing that betrayed his hiding place was a hint of his blond hair in the mass of deep green.

I settled in beside him and he did not turn to look at me, once again he continued to simply stare. He was functioning but that seemed to the extent of his human characteristics.

"You're probably not meant to be out here."

I didn't expect a reply.

The rain began after we had been huddled under the branches for a while but he made no move to leave. Soon enough the water ran through the gaps in the foliage and dripped over our heads and down our bodies.

He did not make a move to leave his poor shelter and neither did I.

At dinner every set of eyes belonging to anyone under the age of twenty-five seemed determined to linger over Malfoy for far too long. He was uncomfortable and would wriggle in his seat frequently and barely any food made the journey from his plate to his mouth.

In what I hoped was a warming gesture, I awkwardly patted his knee a few times under the table. He turned and gave me an odd look that was not quite happy and not quite angry.

Over the next weeks things would pass much the same way, we would spend our days in complete silence together in odd hiding places away from anyone else, we would sit together at meals and every night I would lie awake and listen to his sobs.

One afternoon, while sitting in the library and reading Lupin asked that Draco go with him so they could talk. He shot me a confused look but I knew less about what was happening with the Order than he did. I watched him go, trying to ignore the burning in my chest that prayed he would come back.

He was absent at dinner and did not reappear during the evening. Lupin was also missing. I stayed up and wandering about as late as I could without making it obvious I was waiting from him but eventually I retired back to our room.

I woke the next morning, relieved and surprised to find him leaning against the window sill with his head sticking out of it.

"What happened to you last night?"

"I needed to help with some wards and stuff."

"Wards?"

"Yeah, I can bring them down because…"

He stopped but I knew what he meant.

"Do you want to get breakfast?"

"Not really," he replied.

"Me neither."

I went to stand beside him, placing my hand over his on the windowsill while I looked over the back of the thousands of houses on the horizon.

Things continued in the same way as they had been for a few weeks until one day he vanished again. I considered asking someone where he was but decided against it, knowing deep down inside exactly what he was.

I distracted myself with reading and rereading my schoolbooks from the year previous and practising all the spells I had failed at.

This continued happening for over six months and every so often, we would share rushed kisses and gentle touches but it never seemed to amount to anything and often he would disappear again.

He never shared the details of these missions and I never asked but I often wondered where the new scars I would catch when I sneakily watched him undress came from…

After two weeks without Draco, I woke in the night to him stumbling in the room. He cursed when he hit his shin against the end of my bed and the sound echoed.

"Draco?" I called into the dark.

"Sorry I woke you."

I pushed the covers down over my legs and walked to flick the light switch.

His cheeks were flushed a dusky pink colour and his eyes sparkled slightly and although his robes were torn and there was dried blood clotted at his knee he looked healthier than I had seen him in months, he looked alive.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Are you hurt?"

"All healed now."

Silence descended but it was not our normal, welcoming quiet. It sang of words unspoken and actions just waiting to be committed and the sensation burned under my skin.

I hovered over asking if it was okay, if it was allowed but the words seemed so difficult to form when I could just act, when I could just take the chance.

With a determination I did not believe I could possess I strode across the room, took his heated cheeks in my hands and smashed our lips together.

In my hazed mind it seemed entirely natural for him to react with an equal fever and from his tongue to slip into my mouth while his hands wandered under my pyjamas top and his fingertips stroked over my chest.

It was the correct course of action when I pulled away to tear his robes from his body only to seal over lips together again as he hurriedly fumbled with the buttons stopping our skin from touching.

"Take care of your trousers, I'll get mine," he whispered in my ear as undid his belt and I slipped my pyjama bottoms over my hips.

"My bed," he said, his voice adopting a huskier note.

I did as instructed; once again delighting in the ease it seemed to leave me at.

One second of awkwardness hit me when he stood at the end of his bed, towering over me with his face pink and his eyes glazed. Slowly, his tongue trailed over his bottom lip as he appeared to drink me in.

"God, you're gorgeous," he said gently much to my embarrassment.

He smiled slightly, knowing exactly what caused my skin to flush and lay beside me. Barely touching me as I felt electric pulses run under my skin at his closeness.

Suddenly I grabbed him and pulled him close to me, surprised by my rashness but relishing the results, as his smile grew more feral and his lips covered mine again with renewed vigour and passion.

Amongst the flourishes of warm kisses his hand danced down my chest and over my arms, until finally it took grip of my erection. I gasped but he hungrily swallowed the sound and lazily moved his hand up and down.

This was much better than my own shy adventures under the blankets and by the width of his grin he knew this too. Much to my dismay with one languid stroke he moved his hand away but then his lips sealed onto my neck and he freckled kisses all down my chest.

Lowered and lowered his kisses travelled until just at the bottom of my belly button he ran his tongue back up the bottom of my neck and began his journey downwards.

My breath was harsh was excitement and I felt on the edge of explosion as he continued to tease me, blatantly ignoring exactly where I needed his touch.

"Draco…please," I mumbled.

Gently, his hand reached out for my face and he cupped my cheek. Kissing me softly on the lips, he whispered, "What do you want Neville?"

I did not think I could form the words but his lips on my skin and the warm jets of his breath were causing my chest to tighten in need…

"Suck me…" I whispered, embarrassed by the words but almost delirious with need.

He licked from the top of my neck downwards again but this time he did not venture back upwards but lapped delicately at my erection.

Then he took me into his mouth and while his tongue did delicious motions over me he sucked lazily and it was so perfect and hot and wet and I was gonna just…

He swallowed every drop ravenously and curled himself around me as I sank into a boneless exhaustion. I turned around so we were face to face and kissed him again, his mouth still having the after taste of me but I ignored it for the more enticing flavours of Draco.

"What would you like me to do?" I said softly, nervously skirting my palm over the tip of his erection.

"I would love to be inside you," he said. "But only if you think you are ready…"

The idea filled me with an unusual but pleasant feeling, as though someone were shooting a warm, fragrant liquid through my veins…

"I'd love to but…I don't have anything…"

"I have an idea, wait here. May I borrow your pjs?" he said.

I nodded and he pulled them on and with a shy wink, he ran downstairs.

After a few seconds, fear suddenly flooded through me as I realised something. What if he was just kidding, what if I was another pleasant distraction from his reality. Broken Draco was perhaps just looking for an outlet for bastard Draco, what if I was a device to release pent up frustrations into.

He came back in, a shy smile across his features as he clasped something rather expected in his hands.

"Butter?"

"It'll work okay?" he said as he hastily pulled the clothes from his body again and settled beside me.

Forgetting my thoughts in the seconds before he came back, I allowed his kisses to smother me and his touches to excite me again without any worries about the consequences.

"Ready?" he murmured into my ear.

I nodded, panic flooding me. He could sense my apprehension and pulled me into him.

"We don't have to…"

"I want to, please."

There must have been a firmness in my voice which allowed him to continue for he coated his fingers in an excessive amount of butter and with his other hand pulled me to him. More heavenly kisses allowed me to momentarily ignore the finger which stroked over my entrance but when it pushed inside I was caught by surprise.

"Shush. You alright?"

"Yeah, just got a fright."

He smiled and continued to prepare me. By the time he was at three fingers I was a cursing mass of longing.

"Now…Please…Now," I said, my tone surprisingly forceful considering the effort it took the string the syllables together.

"If you are sure…"

Coating himself in the pale yellow butter he pushed inside me. Once fully consumed by me, he panted heavily by my ear as he supported himself on his hands, either side of my head.

After adjusting, I urged him to move with the heel of my left foot and that's exactly what he did.

His rhythm was at moments slightly erratic and it only decreased in fluidity the closer he approached the edge but it was perfect. Every time he nudged something inside me, planets and stars exploded behind my eyes and the world just seemed so wonderful.

"I'm close…" he murmured, more to justify his hurried movements than anything else.

And then it hit again. And with a strangled cry Draco slumped on me, his breathing harsh and laboured.

After a while, he pulled out and lay beside me. Weakly he sat up and pulled the blankets from under our limp bodies and cuddled into me under them.

"Neville?"

"Yeah…" I mumbled, just trying to keep my eyes open.

"I need to go away again tomorrow but this was wonderful and when I come back…we can talk okay?"

"Yeah…"

A pause.

"And Neville?"

" Yeah.."

"I know you were doing what you were told…but it was nice to have you around…"

The next morning I woke, naked and alone but still reeling from the night before. If I closed my eyes tightly, I could almost feel the alien tingle into the tips of my toes and fingers. My eyelids were painted with his face as he moved above me and my ears could still hear the soft ring of his tamed moans.

I continued to hide my developing passion for Draco and just pass the time by reading.

And then, three months after Draco had gone away, I woke up feeling incredibly nauseous and hurried to the toilet. Emptying my guts into it, Hermione came up behind me.

"Neville are you alright?" she said warmly.

"I think so…"

"I know that was a stupid question…"

"It's fine…"

And it happened again, in fact it happened every day that week and the next. Hermione was concerned and this led her to telling my dilemma to Mrs Weasley who looked at me funnily and told me to let Madam Pomfrey look me over.

She did so and then gave me the same odd expression. Without explaining why, she left me alone in the parlour and came back with Mrs Weasley.

"Neville dear, have you been…having intercourse…with another boy?"

"What?" I exclained, wondering if the crimson colour my skin was adopting was giving any indication of my actions…

"Have you had sex with another man Mr Longbottom?" Madam Pomfrey said, quite simply.

"Yes…" I mumbled.

"Who was it? One of my boys?" Mrs Weasley interjected, her face flushing.

"No…It was…Malfoy."

Mrs Weasley looked thoroughly relieved.

"And you did not…think about using contraceptive spells?"

"Why would I? I mean we are men…"

"Yes but it's not unheard of for men to get pregnant Mr Longbottom…"

I looked at her...She was trying to tell me something...

"Am I…Preg…"

"Yes Mr Longbottom…"

"No! I can't be. It only happens if you are really powerful or love one another…This is crazy."

"Although it is rare Mr Longbottom you cannot deny the facts…"

"But I can't be…"

I fell to the ground in a mass of skin, unsure what to do what to say. But just praying I would wake up warm in my old bed in my grandmother's house...far away from this...

This is almost an adventure to me, never tried to write anything like this before.

Anyways, thanks for getting this far.

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