Hidden Love

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter…. Although I really wish I did! *cries in the corner*

Authors Note: about my IMPORTANT NOTICE at the end of the last chapter, I’d like to thank everyone for their understanding…. Damn life…. And about me making it up to you… well then….. You’ll just have to wait for a few more chapters……… I do so love it when twists come into play!

Thank you to those who reviewed! It really means a lot to me and it helps me writing knowing that people like my hard work.

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Chapter Five

Happy Birthday?...

It was late summer and Harry was happily pacing his room, waiting for Hedwig to get back with the mail. He was quietly walking back and forth, rereading the letters he got over the summer, smiling at the jokes Ron sent him and Hermione’s nervousness on running out of books to read. He moved his hair away from his eyes and sighed aw quw quiet it was, the night was warm but with a cool breeze, the wind rushing in threw his open window to give him a fresh feeling. The Dursleys were downstairs, watching a midnight marathon on their favorite television show which Harry was more then happy over, they were busy and forgetting about him, which meant no hits or slaps and no labor work for him, after all, it was his birthday. Harry was more interesting in the letters he got from Draco though, they seemed far monternteresting then thoughts about the Dursleys; he smiled and turned to them remembering what he wrote to him first;

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Draco,

It accrued to me that you keep calling me Potter… My name Is Harry!

Harry.

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Potter,

Listen, I don’t know how much I can write cause after all my father hates you, that’s why I might not be able to write to you very much. So how have you been? In fear that Slytherin will take the cup? You should be! My mother has been bothering me for the past week, telling me that I have to go with her every Sunday to the Parkinson’s for tea… it’s a hellish summer already!

D. Malfoy.

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Draco,

God dammit Draco my name’s Harry! And why would I be afraid of little snakes such as your self hmm?! I’m doing pretty good…. bored out of my mind but other then that alive. …Every week at seeing Pansy, I never knew you were tortured! That’s brutal… then again I guess it could be worse you know! Oh, and before I forget….. Be nice to Hermione and Ron… They’re my best friends at it would mean a lot to me if you could… I don’t know; get along to say the least! After all, the great Draco Malfoy wouldn’t be afraid of making two new friends now would he? I hao cuo cut this one short as well… hear my uncle coming and he doesn’t like the fact an owl delivers mail!

Harry

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Potter,

For the last time Potter I’m well aware that your name is Harry… doesn’t mean I’ll call you that! Life’s not too bad right now, Father’s on a small business trip, therefore giving me enough time to write this and send it without him knowing… that’s kind of why it’s longer then the first one. So how are you? I hear you live with your Uncle and Aunt whom hate magic… tmustmust suck. I’m trying to do what you said in your last letter, all about trying to be nice to Weasley and Granger… damn you for being all nice & sweet about it and making me do it. I guess it’s not all that bad, Hermione’s sending a few notes on Transfiguration which will help sense I hate that class. So tell me more about your plans for this summer?

D. Malfoy

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Dear Draco,

All right… had a rough day and feeling very much alone/horny so learn to put up with this letter. I’m sitting here at my desk missing you. I miss your touch…. Your fingers were so cool against my face and it’s not right to have you so far away... Anyways, help my ego out here and tell me what you miss about me?

Harry.

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Harry,

Well… your last letter was surprising enough… you know I’m a proud person but… dammit I don’t want to say it! Oh fine then, I miss you too. Do I really have to say what I missed about you? Bloody hell… all right….. I miss your kiss the most actually… the time on the train was the briefest moment. I miss that outfit you had on…. Do you have leather pants? That’s what I’ll get you for your birthday in case because it’ll go great with that shirt you were wearing on the train.

Draco M.

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Draco,

My lips hmm?.. Does that mean I’m a good kisser?

Harry

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He smiled to himself and thought about the returning letter Draco would send him, though truthfully he was hoping to see what he’d be getting for his birthday. He hadn’t seen Hedwig in three days and it was pure torture. He continued to pacs ros room quietthinthinking about the summer he had. It wasn’t as bad as the one before, sure he got his usual slaps and punches but they didn’t hurt as much anymore. He and Draco were getting along really well, finding things out about the other that they would have never guessed. There was a shuffle on the desk and Hedwig was looking strangely at him.

“There you are!” Harry whispered, trying not to look overly disappointed at their being only a thin envelope. He opened and read the two words in a hushed whisper.

“’hi Harry’” he looked the letter over, knowing it was Ron’s writing he sighed and shrugged. “Whatever the hell that means!” Harry put the letter on his desk and patted Hedwig’s winks.

“It means ‘Hi Harry’” said a familiar voice. Harry jumped in surprise and looked out the window to see Ron looking back at him.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” He moved to help Ron in through the window, though Harry almost fell over when he saw another person coming through. He grinned widely though as he helped Draco in, the three men trying not to laugh as they staggered with helping each other. Ron smiled and reached out the window and pulled Hermione in with a chuckle.

“You have to keep it down or I’ll have my head on a platter.” The three nodded and smiled to one another before all speaking at the same time. “Happy Birthday Harry!” Harry grinned before shaking his head, motioning for everyone to take a seat so he could hear what was going on.

“Well we couldn’t leave you hear on your 18th birthday now could we?” said Ron with a goofy grin.

“You shouldn’t have come; Uncle Vernon’s going to kill me when he finds out!” Harry said, sitting beside Hermione on the bed. Harry then smiled at Ron who took a seat on the floor, his back against Harry’s dresser. Harry then turned his attention to Draco who was watching him with a grin, seating in Harry’s desk chair. “And what’s your ploy in all this?” asked Harry, happy to see the charming and devilishly good looks this man had in front of him.

“Actually it was his idea! We’ve been planning this for ages with everyone!” said Hermione, kissing Harry on the cheek with a chuckle.

“What do you mean ‘everyone,’ more bloody people are here?” Harry asked kind of scared, not quite sure on how to react.

“No… not here exactly. Oliver’s with Fred and George outside waiting for us… we’re all going to Dracsummsummer house for the party then you’re staying with me!” said Ron, Harry was about to jump up and kiss everyone of them….all right…. Maybe just Draco but he was shaking with joy.

“Well what are you waiting for? Let’s get packed for Hogwarts!” Draco said with a chuckle and stood up with Hermione and Ron to help pack. When the two weren’t looking Harry grabbed Draco for a very short kiss, but it made both of them flushed with desire. Harry eyed the Slytherin as he helped Ron with his own magic supplies, Draco had a black turtle neck on with black jeans that looked perfect on him, and his blond hair swept back as usual, though his bands fell forward. Harry’s fingers itched with a need to run through it, feeling the strands between his fingers…

There was a loud scream from downstairs and Harry froze dead knowing what that scream could mean. Ron and Draco had crawled back out the window and waited on their brooms for Hedwig. He heard Uncle Vernon coming up the stairs and Hermione gasped in terror, there wasn’t enough time to get her out the window so he dug his wand out and brought his fathers invisibility cloak inside from his trunk. He wrapped it around Hermione and pushed her into the corner.

“Listen to me carefully Hermione and do exactly what I tell you to. Once he’s in here he’ll be distracted with me, that give you enough time to get out of here. Take the stairs and out the front door!!” He had no time to yell at Ron and Draco but he knew that they could hear the instructions he gave Hermione. Uncle Vernon came in, his face half purple with rage; he was clutching an empty cigarette package tightly. Before Harry knew it, Vernon had grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back so he was facing him.

“What do you have to say about this?!” he said while throwing down the package at Harry’s feet. Harry stuttered something out, never seeing him this mad before. Before Harry knew it uncle Vernon hit him hard across the face, sending his glasses to fly in an unknown direction. Harry clutched the side of his face, the stinging not stopping, he could taste his own blood in his mouth. He blinked trying to see but without his glasses he was blind at seeing any other attacks to block. Uncle Vernon hit him again, this time harder then ever before.

(Don\'t be mad at me.... *smiles* Draco kisses Harry\'s wounds better!

~Nikita)