Kinda darkish, blood. If that offends, don't read. I don't own, so I'm not making any money. Slash but nothing really than some cuddles. Might turn into a chaptered story.

The halls were silent throughout the castle until he reached the dungeons. Then the screaming started; not the high falsetto screaming that one heard from time to time. The females at Hogwarts weren't stupid, they knew that when it was curfew then you were in your dorms or else you suffered from the Carrows brand of punishment. No this screaming was of deeper tenor and when he finally peeked into dungeon that they were using his stomach turned.

Neville Longbottom was suspended from the ceiling of room; his clothes stripped away and blood seeping down from a cut on his face. He'd heard about slashing of the Gryffindor's face and had wanted to see it up close but he'd not bargained on seeing this. The other teen's body twisted as he cried out and that was when he seen Amycus standing behind him with a whip.

The dull brown leather was stained red and he had to swallow to keep the bile from his throat. It was like one of those horrible Knight Bus accidents that leave mangled bit of wizards and witches scattered everywhere; he just couldn't look away. A loud 'crack' sounded and Neville twisted again, his voice cracking under the volume of his scream. He must have dawdled too long to watch because his name rang out and he jumped when he seen Alecto beckoning him with a crook of her finger.

"Mr. Malfoy. Come join us."

Her voice was as oily as her slicked back hair and he trembled a bit before putting on a sneer and strolling into the room. He stopped however when he stepped in something slick and his already pale face paled considerably more when he looked down and seen that it was blood—blood from the suspended student before him. The remnants of dinner crawled up his throat and he had to choke them back as Alecto took to circling; her eyes glinting with malicious glee at the suffering that her Husband was creating.

"You see Mr. Malfoy what is done to instill the proper pure blood pride? " Her fingers trailed down his face and he had to fight to keep from flinching away. "I'm sure though that if his parents were alive then he'd much different…

"Y-Y-ou keep my p-p-p-arents name from your f-f-filthy mouth!"

The broken and whispered words surprised them all and he shuddered as the whip cracked again and Neville jumped. Blood splattered against his face and he lost it, dropping to his knees and vomiting until his stomach was empty and ached from the exertion it took to make it so.

"Aww, come my dear." Alecto cooed as she helped him to his feet and lead him away to a chair on the opposite side of the room. "I don't blame you for getting ill; I would be ill too if I didn't have try and make him see the error of his ways."

She left him then and he could do nothing more than stare as a few more strikes were laid across Neville's back. Finally they left him alone and left the chamber; leaving the two of them closeted. Neville shivered; making the chains creak and clang together loudly in the quiet room. With a trembling hand he drew his wand and whispered 'Alohamora'. The locks released and he had to act fast to catch Neville as he fell in a boneless heap.

A pained grunt breezed past his bloodless lips and he hurriedly moved them both over to a clean piece of floor. He started to lay Neville on his back but the other teen wheezed painfully and arched away from the cold tile. He'd thought that his stomach was empty but the sight of the ravaged and damaged flesh had his stomach clenching again hard.

"N-N…"

"Shut up Malfoy."

He started as Neville started to crawl his way over to his discarded clothes; leaving along blood smear on the floor. His hand disappeared inside of his pants pocket and shakily withdrew a small vile with pale pink liquid. He watched for a moment as Neville tried to open it before he moved over and took a seat on the ground next to the weak teen; pulling him into his lap and cradling his bloodied head in his lap. Neville gave a moments resistance against him taking the vial but he lightly slapped the pale hand and popped the cork; tilting the vial against Neville's slack lips.

With a gulping noise the liquid was gone and Neville's eyes closed over his dulled eyes; the light behind the hazel orbs gone. He went limp in his arms and for a moment he was afraid that the potion had been a last ditch potion that would have ended the blonde's life but his fear was dissolved when one of Neville's hands wrapped around his wrist and held tightly.

"Don't leave me…please."

He nodded and conjured pillows for them to lay against and as Neville's breathing evened out he stroked the sweatied hair; the change in himself and the boy in his lap left unnoticed as he gave the one thing that no one would ever think he was capable of: Caring.