Hidden Love

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything so for the love of god don’t sue….. I own the DADA teacher but that’s about it!

IMPORTANT NOTICE: Here’s me making it up to you. (See bottom of chapter 4 if confused) time for Vernon to get the shit kicked out of him!

Authors Note:

Nikita: *dips her quill in the ink and continues to write, glaring at Severus as he watched her from his desk*

Severus: there’s no point in glaring at me Miss Emerald! It’s not my fault you didn’t do your potions essay when I asked.

Nikita: This isn’t fair Severus! I don’t deserve a detention!

Severus: your work wasn’t done… and I told you… in public it’s Professor, You may call me Severus only in my private chambers.

Nikita: *rolls her eyes* oh please… no one’s here but us

Severus: *sighs and pauses for a few moments before walking over to her and sitting next to her, kissing her forehead* Sorry dear…. But why didn’t you finish the essay?

Nikita: *smiles and leans against him, continuing to write* I have an update that’s why!

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Chapter Seven

Sweet Revenge

Draco heard the shouts from outside and chose to ignore it, his attention on the fat man in front of him as he slowly lifted himself off the floor. Draco slowly reached for his wand and pulled it out and pointed it at Vernon who gasped.

“You want to know the difference between Harry and me?” Draco said, a small smile appearing on his lips.

“Put that stick away boy, you can’t use magic outside of school!” Vernon said as he shook his head, still feeling slightly dizzy.

“That’s just its cream tart… I turned 18 last month…. And have my magic license…” Draco smirked; he could practically smell the fear from this man. Draco moved closer, only to have the old man flinch and turn to the door. Draco however knew he’d try to make an escape and with one flick of the wrist and a muttered spell the door swung closed and locked from the outside. Vernon tried desperately to get the door opened, whimpering softly as he turned to face Draco.

“I-I’ll call the police!” said Vernon, pointing a chubby finger at Draco as if it were a wand.

“How?” asked Draco, moving the desk chair towards him and taking a seat, interested to know how he’d find a phone in this prison cell that he calls a room. Vernon must have thought the same thing at the quick look he gave the room. “There’s no phone in here… No bathroom…. No Harry, there’s nothing……. But you and me” Draco grinned and slowly leaned back in the chair, staying calm and cool on the outside, even though his insides were screaming to rip his head off.

“Who are you?” said Vn, hn, his voice desperate. Draco could tell he was buying time for himself, but he’d play along for now.

“I’m Draco Malfoy…. My father is a death eater and royal object to Voldemort…” Draco heard the shouts from outside and looked at his watch, slowly standing, his wand staying on Vernon. “The party would be starting soon so I have to think of your punishment.” Vernon tried the door again and Draco rolled his eyes, thinking of all the charms his father taught him over the years. Draco grinned and concentrated his power towards Vernon, saying the curse quickly and precisely as Lucius told him to. Vernon yelled as an emerald light surrounded him sinking into his skin to cause a burning sensation.

“w-what d-did you d-do?!?!?!” asked as Vernon as he turned to face Draco, his back against the door. He slowly slid down the door with ampermper, his eyes wide as he watched Draco. Draco almost pitied the man before him… but then he remembered the muggles kicks and hits, not to mention how many locks were on the door. At that moment Draco paused to wonder how many other bruises did Harry received in the past. He quickly shook off his thoughts and gave the man a digested look as he pissed himself, Vernon sat their wide eyes and whimpering, not noticing the front of his pants soaked from his own urine.

“WHAT DID YO TO TO ME?!!!” Vernon screamed, Draco could hear the rest of this big blobs family running up the stairs, trying to get into the room with no luck.

“Don’t worry… its only temporary… I took away all the strength away from your legs… therefore, you can’t walk.” Draco looked at the man and sighed. “Don’t worry… as I said before it’s only temporary.”

“How long?” asked Vernon between sobs.

“Oh… not long… about six months.” Draco laughed and headed towards the window, climbing out and down the vines, heading towards the van.

Draco rushed to see Harry only to have Oliver stop him and glare at him. Draco sighed and raised his hands to show that he was neutral in this.

“He in the van?” Draco asked, nodding towards the vehicle.

“Yeah, he’s slowly coming out of it…” Draco moved to crawl in the back part of the van to see Harry. He was thankful when Oliver stopped everyone else from getting in, said he wanted to talk to them before talking to Harry. Draco watched with worry as Harry began to stir from the darkness. Harry groaned and slowly opened his eyes and looked around confused, finally focusing on Draco.

“Are you all right Harry?” asked Draco, not bothering to hide the worry from his voice. “I… Ron and I saw everything…”

“I’m fine… in need of a smoke but I’ll sneak one later… I didn’t want you to see it… Is Hermione all right?” Harry asked, suddenly aware of his surroundings.

“Yeah, she did a charm on your uncle that’ll knock him out… she was scared so Ron took her out…” Harry slowly nodded and wrapped his arms around Draco for a hug; they sat in each others warmth for awhile, enjoying the closeness. Harry’s skin burned from the slaps, knowing he must be looking like shit he sighed softly. Draco however, thought otherwise “Come on… let’s get to your party” Harry chuckled and nodded. Draco crawled out of the van to let Ron have some privacy with his best friend.

“Listen Harry… it’s not your fault…” Ron said quietly before hugging Harry lightly in case he hurt him. Harry smiled and chuckled softly.

“Yeah… I’m just scared what’ll happen when your mom finds out!” At that Ron grinned and laughed.

“Oi, she’d be on them faster then Snape and detentions!” They both laughed.

“Hey! What was that about Snape?” Draco yelled over. The two best fri sho shook their head and tried to pretend they didn’t say anything but both whispering crude comments about him when Draco wasn’t paying attention. Harry smiled at Draco, glad that he was here with him. Everyone crawled into the van when they were ready to go, Harry had the back free with Draco, which he couldn’t have been happier about. Draco smiled back and moved over while the others were getting in.

You You know… after that kiss in your room… I don’t think I’ll be able to look at you the same…” Draco grinned at his own words, knowing that they were true, every time that he did look at him he remembered how sweet and warm his lips were.

“I don’t mind though… as long as I get another kiss before the end of the night.” Harry winked and Draco smirked.
“Oh, you just wait until you get your birthday gift!” Draco chuckled and pulled Harry towards the bus with a chuckle, letting the other boy think about what possibly Draco could have gotten him. Once they were on their way Harry told them about Uncle Vernon and when it all started, letting his explain everything and why he didn’t tell them. They seemed to understand, and Harry had never been happier then to call them friends.

“You won’t believe what we have planned for tonight Har…” Fred said with a large grin. “You’re going to have an awesome time… not to mention the lady’s will be there!” Draco and Harry both grinned, knowing that his eyes were going to be on only one body tonight.

“Oi, that’s right Harry… some Quidditch to remember old times,” said Oliver with a large grin and a chuckle as the twins argued about the females they wanted to dance with.

“Oliver… it’s past midnight and you want to play Quidditch?!” Harry laughed with the rest.

“But of course! And we ARE going to play there Harry… we have a pitch and everything.” Said George with a nod, half turning to smile at Draco.

“We’ll get you healed up... and we’ll play” said Hermione, which a smile.

“You’re going to play Quidditch Hermione?” asked Ron, raising an eyebrow. Hermione nodded with a grin, figuring it was about time she tried it out.

“Ummm…. Who’s going to heal me?” asked y, ly, leaning back in his seat. George grinned and half turned.

“Oh I don’t know… probably Snape.” Said Fred with a shrug.

“Snape’s there?” Harry looked at Draco in shock. “How the hell did you get him to come?” Draco smirked and looked out the window.

“I have my ways… and actually…” he leaned forward and whispered in Harry’s ear so only he could hear. “He wanted to come.”