Shared Intentions

A/N: Sorry update took a while. Thing shut off when I had the whole chapter done, so I had to retype. Anyway, thanks for all your reviews, I feel loved. But, am I a good girl or what? Updating every day so far! And... With trying to update two fics at once every day, that\'s hard. By the way, if anyone is into the anime Pretear, I am writeing a fic for that as well. You can check it out if you want... Anyway, moveing along.

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Chapter 5

The light sounds of people eating, yawns, and quiet conversation could be heard at the table, as the morning stretched on. Then, the silence was broken by giggling, then Harry’s almost panicked voice. \"You guys! Stop!\" He said, followed by more giggling, then Ginny’s voice. \"Awww, Harry, we’re just having a bit of fun. Besides, *your* the one who did not wake up on time, may we remind you.\" \"Buuuuttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!! Hermione?\" He was pleading, and her laughter was heard. \"Awww, common Harry, it’s not so bad. Your cute.\" More giggling and they appeared.

The two girls first, Ginny and Hermione with two pale wrists in their hands. Soon after them followed Harry, but not the Harry they would have known. His hair was the same, yet his glasses were changed. A gift from Hermione, thin framed glasses from the muggle world, that were a little less round shaped and seemed to fit his face better than the others had.

His green eyes were more prominent now, though that was not what drew attention. It was what else he was wearing. An oversized, black hoodie that Hermione owned fell loosely over his thin frame, and a skirt. Yes, a skirt. A plaid skirt that was frayed around the bottom edges, not even long enough to come to his mid thigh. Now, this was a sight.

His legs were long and pale, and unlike some guys, not at all gangly or seeming misplaced covered…. (-Cough-) Or *somewhat* covered by the skirt. They were shaved from the fact, over the summer, he had taken up swimming and Hermione had told him human swimmers shaved their legs to help with speed for some reason or another. He had stopped paying attention at that point. Oh, and his boots. Black boots with rather high, thick heels, leather or leather-looking.

There were varying reactions, snickering, gasps, laughter, and the dropped jaw or two. Not only because he was in it, but because it looked good on him. The red tint to his cheeks, the way the blacks and dark red of the hoodie and skirt brought out the pale of the skin. He looked absolutely adorable.

\"Uh… Hi?\" Harry said, fingers wiggling at the ones sitting around the table, smiling sheepishly as the other’s still held his wrists. He had stopped struggling, in light of already being embarrassed enough and having the other’s looking at him. The look Ron was giving him especially unnerved him, a kind of stunned awe, and… Something else. It made him shiver and shake his head, as he had focused on him and he turned his attention back to the others at the table.

The girls let go of his wrists, and he went to take his place in the seat next to Ron, still blushing and uncomfortably trying to pull his skirt down further, crossing his legs and shifting uncomfortably. They had not given him the liberty of shorts underneath, not even his own underwear… The glasses had been a gift from Hermione… Crimson, mostly see through, underwear, that happened to be more like a thong (XD), had been Ginny’s gift, a gag gift. Gag gift indeed.

How did he get into this spot? Well… He had not woken up for breakfast, and the girls had seen fit to ‘teach him a lesson’. They hadn’t even tried hard to wake him up… He had a feeling they would have done this either way.

“Harry, dear.” Coughing and laughter from Mrs. Weasley,” That is an… Interesting outfit to wear to breakfast.” Barely stifled laughter was heard before Harry spoke, “Not my fault, Mrs. Weasley, they did it.” He glared at the girls now, and they giggled as the twins, who had decided to come this day for a visit, cut in.

“Come on, Harry. It’s not all that bad. Not the girl’s fault you wouldn’t come down for dinner,” Looks like yet another plot the twins were in on, and one now started where the other left off. “And speaking of come, it looks like your about to over there, Ron. You alright?” Ron, who had been looking at Harry, looked away and down at the table, whole face the color of his hair as he mumbled an excuse, all eyes on him.

“It’s alright,” The other twin, as it was impossible to tell which at the moment, started again, “We all have those dreams, you take care of that before you come to breakf-- OW! MUM!” One screamed out as Mrs. Weasley had smacked the one speaking on the back of the head, shouting just as loud. “Fred and George Weasley! How dare you talk that way in front of your younger sister! I should lock you in your room and close down that joke shop of yours for that. You two…” She continued to rant, which Harry wisely took as a sign to duck out. Before anyone realized it, he was creeping up the stairs for the safety of a door he could lock and a change of cloths.

He was in the room, the lock lightly clicking behind him as he sighed. He could still hear her downstairs… Even as perverted as that statement had been… He couldn’t help thinking they were somewhat right and that Ron had been acting strange… He sighed, kicking off the boots then dropping down on his bed, arm slung over his eyes.

He lay for several long minutes, it was still too early to want to be up, in truth it was around twelve in the afternoon. Everyone save Mrs. and Mr. Weasley got up late, so, it was that late. He yawned as he laid there for long moments, looking out the window and just watching as the white puff balls of clouds floated by.

Well, as long as he was here, he might as well *start* on his summer homework if nothing else. He and Ron had decided to start their homework a week before school and cram till they got off the train but… There was no harm in an early start. Hermione and Ginny had both of theirs finished.

He heard the gentle snap of his trunk opening, and he looked within. Oh… That book. He felt the leather brush his fingers as he slowly picked it up, running one finger of the other hand down the spine. Well… Wouldn’t hurt putting homework off to examine this.

He pulled out, once again, his quill and ink and sat back against the wall on the mattress, leaning on the wall. He chewed on the tip of his sugar quill, complements of Fred and George for his Birthday, contemplating what to write as he opened it. He had established it was another person writing, but who? Had it been the person who sent him this?… Only one way to find out.

// Hello? // And, the wait. Seconds, then minutes passed, then many minutes that, he noticed, Mrs. Weasley had decided to stop yelling in. Then, in very neat, deliberate, slanted scrawl it appeared.

/ So, there is someone writing in my journal. /

Harry blinked, blinked, and blinked again.

// Your journal? //
/ Yes, my journal. My mother bought it for me. /

So, obviously he did not know his mother had bought something like this.

// Did your mother know it could do this? //
/ How the hell should I know? /

Whoever it was, it was a touché person.

// Well, I don’t know. Because I got mine unmarked in the mail, the one I am writing to you in. //
A long pause. / How do I even know your real for that matter? /
// I could say the same. //
Another long pause. / Can you read all of the entries so far? /
// I have. //
The longest pause still, it never replied.
// So, you’re a wizard? // He wouldn’t bring it up if the other didn’t wish to say anything… Not that he was sure the thing he was talking to was another person.
/ Yes, how did you know? /
// You said you rode a broom and talked of school in three weeks. Don’t worry, I’m one too. //
/ I would figure if you owned the other journal in this. /
Short answers, maybe he still thought he wasn’t a person?
// Well, what’s your name? // Harry asked, and a long pause. He seemed kind of reluctant.
/ I will not give you my real name, Dragon is what you may call me. /
He stared at it, well, it was a ‘he’. A suspicious ‘he’ but a ‘he’ all the same.
// Alright then, Dragon. You can call me… //
Harry paused for a second. Did he really want to give his name when the other would not?
// DA. //
It was his favorite subject, Defense Against The Dark Arts, so why not?
/ Very well, ‘DA’. Now… I must be leaving. /
// Hey! No! Wait! //

Harry wanted to figure out more about him, but it seemed this chance was lost for the moment as no matter how long he waited, no more of that neat script appeared. He sighed, well, maybe… Maybe later. As for him, he put the book, ink, and quill carefully away as he stood and stretched. The others would want to go play Quittich or something later, so quickly slipping out of the shirt and hoodie, which he had been wearing nothing underneath, he pulled on some loose cloths, some of his old ones he didn’t mind getting dirty.

A/N: Soooo…. What does everyone think of the skirt? If you like it, I may bring it back in later again. Mmmmmk? It’s also so cute, Ronny-kuns has a crush. Could cause problems later… -Innocent whistling- Oh, and if you are wondering, I got the idea from my lovely girlfriend, -Glomps her- and the song ‘Somebody told me’, by the Killers. It’s a good song, if you’ve never heard it, listen. Anyway, as always, read and review! The more good reviews, the faster I update.