Hidden Intentions

A/N :: I’m getting good at updating, probably because I have the whole story in my head, kind of. So here are the feelings appearing, I don’t want to mention too much but things are getting hotter between them. The next chapter will either be up soon, I need to make sure it’s good enough.


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When Harry woke up the next day he was unsure if the meeting with Malfoy was a dream, until Ron came over and asked about it. If he should use one word to describe his feeling it would be magical, because he has done something that he thought was impossible, reasoned with Malfoy.

‘So what did he say?’

‘We are just discussing the possibilities at the moment, but I don’t think we’re far away from finding out what to do.’ He didn’t want to tell Ron that he and Malfoy have discussed everything and would meet only because they wished to the next time; Ron would most likely try and stop him if he knew.

‘I only hope you don’t spend too much time with him.’

‘What is that supposed to mean?’

‘Just that he is still the evil brat deep down.’ Harry wasn’t sure why he was defending Malfoy because he could still be a bastard deep down, but the short time he spend with him changed his mind, he believed Malfoy to be good deep down.

‘Maybe nobody can see the good side because he has to act bad in front of everyone, have it ever occurred to you that he might be misunderstood?’

‘Relax Harry; I’m not saying anything about you.’

‘You might as well have said that, I’m not so much different from him, I have to be good all the time because it’s expected from me.’ Ron was getting more frustrated over Harry’s outburst.

‘I’m only saying that…’

‘Yes, you’re only saying that because he was born into a shitty and evil family he doesn’t deserve any help from anybody.’ Harry knew perfectly well that he was behaving like a drama queen, but he couldn’t stop his anger against Ron, he and Hermione just didn’t understand Malfoy.

Angrily he got dressed and walked out, heading for the great hall to eat something before leave for class, hoping the day could turn out better.

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His mood hadn’t lightened up during the day, everyone saw that something was up with him and decided not to get in his way. Hermione pointed out that he was more moody than a girl during her period; which of course made his mood worse.

The only thing he was looking forward to during the day was the meeting he had at night, if he was just as moody then Malfoy would certainly make it worse, and that could maybe lead to them fighting, he needed something to hit.

Once it was time to leave for the Room of Requirements he didn’t bother to take the cloak with him, he wanted Filch or someone to find him, anything just to have a fight with somebody. With his excellent luck he managed to walk all the way to the room without anyone even hearing his growling; the one day he hoped to be caught and nobody was around.

When he arrived he walked outside of the door, trying to imagine what he wanted, hoped it worked while he was angry because he didn’t want to relax himself only for a room. As soon as the door appeared he waited for Malfoy, where could that rich pig be now? Harry decided to look at the clock and see how much time he could blame Malfoy for spending and he discovered that it wasn’t even eleven, but he would still shout at Malfoy.

‘Waiting for me??’

‘Yes.' Maybe it was stupid to start a fight, but he needed to get his aggression out on something, and Malfoy was the only one, besides Snape that could handle him.

‘What crawled up your ass today?’

‘You.’ It wasn’t true that Malfoy was to blame, but he was a part of it; if he hadn’t come into his life like this then Ron wouldn’t have said what he said and everything would be as normal.

‘What have I done now?’

‘You know well enough what you have done.’ He wanted to continue but stopped when he heard someone walk down in the hall. ‘Get in here now.’ He didn’t even wait to see if Malfoy was following him.

‘Oh my, you are a bossy one.’ Harry wasn’t sure what Malfoy meant by that but he didn’t like it a bit. ‘You want to start a fight?’ He must read Harry’s through because that was exactly what he wanted.

‘Yes.’

‘Well, I’m not giving it to you.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because I’ll win and then you will be just as pissed off, if not more.’

‘You win? Have you ever been in a physical fight?’

‘I’m not as weak as you might think. And what about you? Do you think the Golden Boy should fight with anyone?’

‘If you mention the Golden Boy once more I’ll make sure I’ll punch out all your teeth.’ He felt his anger and how it was now boiling to its limit, any time soon he would jump Malfoy and show him what he felt about The Golden Boy

‘Make me Golden Boy.’ That was the only push he needed, the next thing he new he was on top of Malfoy trying to keep him down while Malfoy fought back. Both boys were rolling on the floor trying to control the other one, Malfoy on top and the next second it was Harry; you couldn’t call it a fight since it resembled more two boys wrestling..

It must have been after twenty minutes that one of them caught the other one in a lock that disabled the other one from moving, Harry sat proud on top of Malfoy and smirked, Malfoy didn’t seem to be too disappointed with the result but he wasn’t to happy either.

‘It’s not about strength Malfoy.’

‘Call me Draco.’

‘What?’ Harry couldn’t believe what he just heard, Malfoy asked to be called by his first name, it almost sounded like begging. While he was sucking inn all the glory from victory he look straight into Draco’s eyes and was imprisoned. It could be the colour or maybe the look he received but Harry was trapped, his heart and breath was speeding up, and he was sure his face was slowly turning red. In fear that Malfoy would see exactly what was happening he released him and went over to a chair that appeared in the room at his wish.

‘Did I ask too early?’ Harry was surprised that Malfoy was serious about it, but he wasn’t thinking about his request to be called by his given name.

‘No.’ Maybe he would discover what was really behind his strange behaviour if he knew that the name thing didn’t bother him. ‘Well, maybe a little. Everything is going fast forward.’

‘But this way you don’t have to look and say it takes too long.’

‘Your right Malfoy. I mean Draco.’ It wasn’t difficult to say his name but it wasn’t something that came natural to him.

‘You want me to call you by your first name?’

‘I guess that would be okay, especially since I have to say Draco, what a horrible name to pronounce.’ Draco knew that it was meant as a joke and shocked Harry by laughing. The whole scene was comical, and just bizarre, hearing Draco laugh was as strange as being able to talk with him like normal person, like a friend.

‘You know what, Harry; I think I will have the best time of my life now for another few days, in case I’ll be killed in the end.’

‘Stop saying that, I can’t see the future but I’m pretty sure you will still live. Oh shit, how much h is the clock?’

‘Past twelve.’

‘Maybe it’s time to go back now? To bad we didn’t get a chance to discuss the rest of the plan.’

‘I guess we will have to meet up tomorrow then.’ Maybe it was best to have as few meetings as possible based on Harry’s growing feelings for Malfoy, but the Slytherin was an undiscovered land and Harry didn’t want to turn back now.

‘Ok, another meeting tomorrow. Same time?’

‘What about half an hour earlier?’

‘Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow.’ On his way to the Gryffindor common room Harry was almost flying, he was in heaven. It wasn’t until he was in his own bed that he realized his new feeling was affectionate for Draco. Maybe he was crazy for caring about him but thus more he learned about the other boy more he liked him, if only his current friends could understand that deep down Draco was just like them.