Shared Intentions

A/N: Wow, this is quicker than I thought... Yay. I am happy for all of my wonderful reviews. I was really thinking about deleting this already, until I got reviews. I was surprised by all the reviews, and did not find many questions. By the way, YamiNoWedge, because you asked, the more people review, the faster I want to write! For any I found all I say is that if it is about what will happen... Wait and see. To all questions regarding Draco, they will be answered in Chapter 3. That will be from our dear Draco\'s point of view. Oh, and by the way, if you guys want a rape scene for our poor Draco in the up and coming chapters, just let me know and your wish is my command. Three reviews telling me that they want a rape scene in the next few chapters should do it. Oh, and I corrected the last chapter… Who knew my spelling was so bad?

Now I ish a happy camper... Anyway, thanks forever to my reviewers, my lovely muse, Kitten, and on with the show!

Chapter 2

\"Rise and shine, everyone up!\" The loud voice rang through the house of still sleeping Weasleys, not to mention Harry and Hermione, as , unfortunately for them, it woke them as well. \"Come on then, everyone up!\" Mrs. Weasley cried, less then five minutes shy of last time she had called. It seemed no one would wake as \'late\' in the morning as Mrs. Weasley believed it to be. A glance at any kind of clock told you it was eight AM.

The woman gave an exasperated sigh when finally someone woke up... Though, it was only her husband and no others seemed to be coming. So, she walked through the house, opening doors and yelling at the occupants before heading back downstairs to finish packing their lunch.

Harry, from where he had been asleep as well, groaned as he sat up, yawning greatly as blurry blobs of color swam in front of his eyes. \'What’s all the yelling about?\' He thought, before the door bust open to Mrs. Weasley calling. \"Morn- Ah, Harry Dear.\" She said, her face baring a pleasant look now as her tone became sweet, different from the harsh he had heard moments ago. He blinked at her lightly through his unfocused eyes, she just smiled. \"Would you mind getting Hermione up, or we are going to start late.\" She said, to his nod in her general direction, she walked off.

Harry yawned gently, stretching lightly, grabbing his glasses and putting them on before he rose. He walked over to Hermione\'s mattress, gently shaking her. \" \'Mione.\" A groan came from the sleeping girl as she turned on her stomach, resting her face in the pillow. \" \'Mione, time to wake up.\" He said, gently shaking her again. Hermione sighed then, sitting up. \"Right... The picnic... Right.\" She said, nodding to him and then standing, the light blue folds of her gown falling gently around her as she stood as well.

Hermione shuffled about the room for a few minutes, then was off to the bathroom to go wash her face and brush her teeth, not to mention get a bath before everyone else. Her and Ginny normally were the first, followed by the boys whenever they pleased. Harry took this time to dress himself. Now, being in mind that Hermione had picked over half of the cloths he had bought, he still liked everything he owned.

After a bit of rummaging, and stopping to stuff things in the small pack he would be taking, he stood to look into the mirror, smiling at his reflection. Green eyes sparkled from behind his glasses, light from the window catching on them. ( A/N: Love his eyes, can you tell? ) His shirt, as per everything he own now, fit properly. This one in particular lightly clung, showing off the sleek build required of a Seeker. Black jeans with blue seams covered his legs lightly, this also somewhat clingy. The reason for this, of course, would be that they were Hermione\'s and not rightfully his... But, hey, who was keeping track?


Harry smiled at how he looked, nodding gently. His black mop of hair was as messy as it had ever been… He had given up trying to tame it. Then he saw something in the corner of the full length mirror he had transfigured on the door three days ago. He leaned down, gently taking the mysterious leather book from where it stuck out from under his mattress. He looked at it for a moment and shrugged. ’Couldn’t hurt.’ He thought lightly, sticking it in the small pack of things he would take.

“Harry, you took my pants!” Came a call from the door, and he turned around to see Hermione in the door. Had he been straight, the image would have interested him, being he was not, he found it comical. Hermione stood there, a bathrobe tied very loosely around her, as if it may come lose, since the bathroom was just across the hall. Her hair was wet and fell in tangles around her face. She looked very much like a wet cat… And an angry one at that. “Well… You are my best friend… And I was borrowing.” He said rather sheepishly, grinning at her. She glared at him lightly, taking his bag and picking it up.

‘Now… What?’ Harry thought, and a moment later knew exactly what was up as he was pushed out of the room, promptly having the door shut in his face, bag in hands. It did not seem to matter to her much at all if he was ready or not, good thing he had packed his small bag while dressing. Hermione would not be mad long, she never was. All would be forgotten by the time she came down. With that thought, he flung his pack over his shoulder and went downstairs.

No one was down yet, but food was set on the table for everyone a light breakfast. He sat at one of the chairs along the side of the table in the kitchen, taking a piece of bacon and nibbling lightly at it. He never ate much in the mornings… Frankly, he most days hated mornings. Yet, this was unavoidable.

Harry sighed gently, sitting and waiting quietly. And that lasted… For all of five minutes with still no one down. He decided then to check out the book again, see if anything had happened. He pulled it out and opened the front cover. Much to his surprise, there was more written.

/I woke up feeling horrible this morning… I guess I could have expected that. At least I am alone, at least that much. My head is clearer now, and I sent my sheets to be washed. I don’t think I have ever taken a longer shower in my life. It still hurt to touch just a few places, raw, if you can believe it. I am generally speaking, alright, for now. My head hurts, I took something for it earlier and did healing charms on the worst places. I had no misconceptions that he would be gentle in any way. I’m not that stupid… I just somehow hoped maybe someone would help me. Silly for me to think, huh? Well, I will do what I can, and bare it for three weeks. To my credit I did not beg when he commanded it, I was silent. I am somewhat proud of that, even if I got it worse for it. The only things I have left are school, my pride, and my will. Three things I do not intend to lose any time soon… I have never kept a diary, I suppose I should name myself… Maybe… Dragon. Yes, Dragon for you shall do nicely.
Signed,
Dragon./

Harry looked at the book strangely. Well, he knew he had not been writing in it, and did not suspect anyone in the house of it either. So… Who in the world could it be? And… Dragon?

Harry, then, had an idea. Well, if it seemed to be writing on its own, why not see what it did when he wrote in it? He then went to one of the cabinets and dug through it until he found some ink and a quill. He went over to the book and opened the ink bottle, dipping the tip of the quill in the bottle before bringing it over the paper. He brought it down then and began to write.

//Hello?--// Was all Harry got to write before a loud, happy voice sounded behind him. “G’ Morning, Harry!” Harry jumped, running the quill that had been down for writing the question mark to scratch down the page, leaving a long line. He then shut the book quickly, looking back at a smiling, bright eyed Ginny. She was older now, having hair just past her shoulders and flaming red as the others of her family. She was the one who had taken Harry’s… Ahem, preference, the hardest. In all honesty, everyone knew she was not yet over him.

Harry muttered a ’Good Morning’ before stuffing the book back into his pack… Well, that would have to wait till later. “What’s that, Harry?” She asked, looking as he was putting the book back in his backpack. “Oh, personal is it?” She asked, and he nodded lightly. “Something like that.” He said, smiling softly and as she opened her mouth to say something else, Harry spoke. “Why don’t you… Eat something?” He asked, to which she nodded and sat, not stopping even then and continuing to talk. Don’t get anyone wrong, Harry loved her like a sister, but she was still obsessed and he hated it. So, he sat half-heartedly muttering through a conversation with her as he wished for someone to come down, someone else to talk to her… So maybe he would have another chance to look at that book.

A/N: Sorry, no Harry-Draco talking yet. It may take a few chapters, sorry. Oh, and all Ginny fans, you shall hate me. Much Ginny bashing shall be going on.
Now, was not I a good girl to update a somewhat longer chapter shortly? Everyone who reads, could you review so I can write more? *Smiles.*