Hidden Love

Disclaimer: for the love of god don’t sue me…. I own nothing!

Authors Note:

Severus: *stomps over and glares at her*

Nikita: umm….. Hi?

Severus: what the hell is wrong with you?...

Nikita: ummm…. Nothing? *she asked, her voice weak*

Severus: Nothing? You listen here young lady, where have you been and why haven’t you updated?! *he practically yelled in her face, leaning closer with a hand on either side of the desk, trapping her with his gaze.*

Nikita: well… you see…. Sir, I was kind of sick before and I-

Severus: sick? *cruel laughter* you foolish incompetent girl… people have been waiting for you to update for how long now? And all you can say is that you were feeling bad? *small growl* some people, Miss Emerald, are waiting to see what’s going to happen to Harry and how Draco’s father is going to take it…. Not to mention what will happen between Draco and Harry, some people are waiting for them to have sex! What do you have to say for yourself?

Nikita: umm… I’m Sorry!

Severus: *cruel smile* that’s what I thought!

Nikita: umm… Professor… may I ask you something?

Severus: you probably won’t shut up until you do so out with it already!

Nikita: what are you doing ready my fanfics in the first place?... and to top it all off, why would you be interested in Draco’s and Harry’s relationship….. Are you one of those people waiting to have sex?

Severus: *looks taken back, then embarrassed then completely pissed* well…. Fuck you! *turns on his heel and walks away, his robes bellowing around him*

Nikita: *smirks and leans back in her chair* all right… now that I got him away from me for a while, on with the story, and please review!

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Chapter Six

Draco watches as an angel falls.

Oliver Wood waited outside of Private Drive with Fred and George Weasley. It’s been awhile since he saw his old Quidditch team and he was looking forward to it, not to mention seeing Harry. He couldn’t believe that Harry was turning eighteen at midnight… not to mention the fact that Harry and Draco Malfoy were friends… Oliver didn’t know the full story on hhosehose two started their relationship but he was interested on hearing it from Harry.

“Oi, what are you daydreaming on Wood?” asked Fred with a grin, leaning against the back of the van with his brother and Wood.

“Nothing… it’s just weird that Malfoy’s doing this…” he said, watching the pavement with interest.

“Ron said that they were friends.” Said George, offerine twe two some chocolate frogs. Wood was in the middle of the two twins, they dressed to match in their usual dark green sweatshirts that their mother made for them, Wood however was in loose fitting dark jeans with a white turtleneck. his career was doing great, owning a flat in downtown New York.

“But it is suspicious… I mean, they just started to be friends at the end of the year and all of a sudden Malfoy’s hosting this large party… not just for Harry but at HIS summer house…” said Fred, chewing on a chocolate frog. He sighed and put his hands in his pocket, looking the houses over.

“I know what you mean… I mean, he’s going to be a death eater soon and Harry’s going to his house!” said Wood, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah… but everyone’s already there and waiting…” said Fred with a small grin.

“You know who’s actually at the party?” said George with a grin to his brother, both of them knowing.

“Who?” asked Wood, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Snape!” the two brothers said in union. Wood almost fell over at that, he stood staring between the two as If they were insane.

“What?!” he asked after a few minutes shock.

“Yeah… apparently Malfoy invited him… he said he’d come later in the night.” George said with a large grin.

“You think he’ll get Harry a gift?” asked Fred, the three lost in thoughts to try andure ure out what Snape would get the person he hated as a birthday gift.



It had been a long and tiring summer for Draco, most people would think that he would have had the best summer of his life, but when the only people around you were afraid of you it didn’t matter much. His father went on a few summer trips over seas to America, visiting some relatives and blah blah. The Slytherin had been planning this for sometime now, telling his father that he wanted privacy from the house hold maid and that he’s be at the summer house. He’d kiss Dumbledore before he’d admit it but Granger and ley ley were pretty funny, and fun to talk to… whenever he got a chance to he’d talk to the two over his plans. It had been a long wait and a lot of plotting behind Harry’s back but he finally got as many friends of Harry he could for a surprise party. Don’t ask Draco why but he really wanted to do this for Harry, almost like he owed Harry this much. He considered them friends, this was a good way to seal the friendship… he just had to figure out why every time he saw Harry he suddenly got butterflies in his stomach.

Yet as Draco watched this fat man in rage hit Harry to the ground he couldn’t move, he just watched in silent hope as Harry hit the ground and many kicks met his stomach and chest. It wasn’t until Hermione screamed out a charm and the fall of the fat man, that Draco assumed was Harry’s uncle that he crawlack ack into the window. He was in shock, feeling reality creep into his skin when he saw Harry unconscious with a black eye already appearing. Draco’s body filled with rage as his older man lay there, he wasn’t dead or unconscious, merely dazed from the charms work, Draco’s eyes then traveled to Hermione who was beside Harry crying.

“What the hell happened?” asked Ron as he crawled in the window as well.

Harry almost passed out as he waited for another one, but it never came, his heart was pounding in his ears, not hearing the loud thump Uncle Vernon made when his body hit the floor. Harry squinted to see a blurry Hermione standing with her wand out, pointing it at a limp figure. He heard scuffling and knew that it must be Draco and Ron hurrying to get in the window. Harry blushed deeply, never being this embarrassed and ashamed that they had to see it. He patted the ground desperately trying to find his glasses, but with no luck he slumped down and fell into the blackness.

“You two listen to me… is Fred, George and Oliver still waiting outside?” Draco asked, his voice sounded normal. Draco stood with his back straight, his face calm as if he expected this to happen. At Ron’s nod Draco nodded back. “Now, both or you take Harry out there and you five get him cleaned up… I’m going to take care of him...” said Draco, nodding to Vernon. Hermione sobbed a yes and started to look for Harry’s glasses as Ron started to lift Harry, taking him towards the window. Once Hermione found his glasses she grabbed the invisibility cloak that she discarded before and hugs it close to her. Watching with a scared expression as Vernon slowly sat up, rubbing the back of head in confusion, looking around with wide eyes. Draco heard the shouts from outside, not really listening to them; all he knew for sure was that he was now alone with the one who hurt Harry.

Harry almost passed out as he waited for another one, but it never came, his heart was pounding in his ears, not hearing the loud thump Uncle Vernon made when his body hit the floor. Harry squinted to see a blurry Hermione standing with her wand out, pointing it at a limp figure. He heard scuffling and knew that it must be Draco and Ron hurrying to get in the window. Harry blushed deeply, never being this embarrassed and ashamed that they had to see it. He ed ted the ground desperately trying to find his glasses, but with no luck he slumped down and fell into the blackness.

(Sorry so short but life’s becoming a bitch! *cries on Severus shoulder as he reads a potions book*)