Hidden Intentions

I’m sorry for those that think this is the last chapter, it’s not; the last will be number nine. It’s simple why, because I try to keep it under 2000 words, all of the chapters.

As usual, thanks to all who reads and comments.


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Usually it would have been safe to sleep, because he would set up a block against Voldemort so he wouldn’t get any information out of him. Being tired he completely forgot about Voldemort and fell asleep without any protection. Most times he didn’t understand why he needed his block up while sleeping because he was never attacked.

That sleep would change his mind about the block, a simple dream turned into a nightmare before he managed to even see what happen. Harry knew deep down that any dream with Voldemort was not safe.

‘You seem to have forgotten to protect yourself Potter.’ He could feel Voldemort as he was talking, everything was cold and Harry was nauseous. ‘What a mistake.’ Harry knew he was caught, with no protection at all he was an easy pray. ‘You seem happy, what can have made you so happy? It can’t be your friends; it has to be someone else since you are trying to hold back that information.’ He didn’t have much power once he was in his dream but he at least tried to fight him; there were two things he was trying to keep hidden, Draco’s name and the hideout.

‘Give up Tom; I’m not letting you see anything.’ The temperature around him seemed to fall even more as he mentioned Voldemort’s real name, but the voice that spoke to him showed no trace of his detest to the use of his real name.

‘So it’s someone really important since you won’t tell me, one of my Death Eaters maybe?’ Harry fought to keep the mind block and was glad when he felt his body be taken back to reality. He was gasping as he woke up, afraid of what Voldemort might have discovered. How come he was able to discover it so easy? Of course there wouldn’t be many people Harry would try to hide, especially for Voldemort, he knew that if Harry set his mind for it he would be able to keep his loved ones safe.

‘Oh my, I thought you were going to turn into ice.’ Harry was shaking, his body was still cold and he was sweating, he desperately needed a shower.

‘I think I slept it off me, is it okay if I leave?’

‘I don’t think so; I still need to take a few tests to make sure the hit didn’t cause any serious damage.’ Not bothering to start a war that he was sure to lose, he laid back and let Pomfrey test him.

Ten minutes later on he was free to go, she didn’t find anything wrong with him except some wounds. But as soon as he entered the common room he regretted his choice to leave, most of the students were happy over the match between them and Slytherin, but there was one glare that made him uncomfortable; Ron was not happy at all, and he didn’t try to hide it.

‘You really blew it now Harry.’ Harry was confused at why Ron was mad at him; they didn’t loose and made Hogwarts history, which was more than anyone could dream of.

‘I didn’t blow anything, I caught the snitch.’

‘If you didn’t disappear like that and caught it earlier then we would have won.’ Harry couldn’t believe that Ron was actually mad at him for managing to catch the snitch, even if it took him a little longer. As far as he was informed that was his only task so everything else that happened in the game was not his fault.

‘It’s not my fault that…’ He didn’t manage to finish his sentence before Ron exploded, causing everyone in the room to look at them with their full attention.

‘It’s your entire fault that you hang around that bastard. I thought you were my friend, lucky for me that I found out now that you probably never cared about me.’

‘You’re wr…’ again he didn’t get a change to finish, Ron were going mad with rage and confusing Harry.

‘You’re such an ass; he always manages to have everything I have or have it better than me.’ Harry realized then what the fight was about, not the game but that Draco had him, Ron was jealous. Harry was pretty sure Ron didn’t know anything about their sexual relationship so the jealousy couldn’t be of that, was it because Harry spend so much time with Draco and not caring about his friends? ‘We could have won over those asses this year too, but now we have to share the trophy.’ Harry barely listened to Ron’s whining, knowing that their friendship was probably only to make Ron more popular and known was really hurtful.

‘Maybe if you took your head out off your ass and tried to be a real keeper we would have won, it’s not my fault that you did a lousy job.’ He heard the furniture move while his own powers were almost bobbling over with rage, if he didn’t relax now his powers would blow up something, and that something could be someone.

Ron’s facial expression turned form anger to fear as he noticed the strong powers around him; Harry didn’t want to hurt anyone, even if someone deserved it, so instead of staying there and waiting to see what happen he quickly ran out of the room into the hall.

He didn’t know where he wanted to go but let his feet take him wherever his heart went. Both in despair and anger he tried to stop his powers from getting strong and take over him. While thinking about Ron’s betrayal and trying to hold his powers under check he forgot to look where he was running and crashed into someone. Both of them fell backwards, Harry hit the stairs while the one in front hit the floor.

‘You little imbecile; why in Merlin’s pants are you running around down here? Don’t you have enough things to destroy up in the tower?’ You didn’t even need to know who stood in front of you when you heard that voice. ‘Swallowed your tongue in the fall boy?’

‘No.’

‘Don’t be a smart mouth; I’m not in the mood for you now. What are you doing here anyway Potter?’

‘Don’t know.’ He had forgotten everything he was doing once he hit the potion master, the fight with Ron seemed like hours ago. ‘Could I start with the detention now?’ it was at least five hours until the detention started but he didn’t have anything to do, at least he wouldn’t think much while cleaning those pots and that was positive.

‘You won’t get out of detention earlier because you start now Potter.’

‘Doesn’t mater.’

‘What are you up to?’ Harry needed to get away from people around him; he couldn’t take to be hated at the moment.

‘Nothing, I just don’t have anything else to do at the moment.’ Snape hadn’t noticed that Harry never said professor; smiling to himself he followed the suspicious potion master into the classroom, not waiting for any instructions he walked past him to the small room and started with his punishment.

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The clock seemed to go much faster when he didn’t have one to look at; he thought he was only half done when Snape entered and told him he could leave. Harry could see that Snape was a little impressed that he only had two cauldrons left, but of course he didn’t say a word about it; Harry didn’t need any approval from him so it didn’t mater to him.

Tired he walked up the stairs, hoping that Ron had gone to bed or was on the toilet, he didn’t want to see him before he went to sleep.

As he was walking up the second stairs from the dungeon he heard Draco calling for him, he couldn’t help smiling inside of him as he turned around to face the blond. Draco was looking as hansom as ever walking up towards him in black pants and shirt, making his skin almost glow in the light.

‘My father will come tomorrow morning so I think that it’s best to go into hiding tonight. I need your help to get past the Whomping Willow.’

‘Is that all?’

‘I also wonder if you would like to spend the night with me.’ The question made Harry all warm inside, he was sure his face told exactly what he was feeling. ‘It would mean a lot to me.’ Slowly Draco walked up the two steps between them and wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist, bringing them closer to each other and starting to snuggle, making Harry forget about everything around him. ‘Please say you’ll stay, I just want you so badly.

Harry couldn’t say no if he used all of his powers, Draco was just too damn sexy as he was lightly biting and licking his neck, making his feet feel like jelly. He opened his mouth to agree but the only thing that escaped him was a weak moan. ‘Does that mean yes?’ Harry knew that if he tried to open his mouth again he wouldn’t be able to get a sound out, so instead he nodded; hoping Draco didn’t need more approval than that. ‘Let’s go, unless you want to be caught, with me making you horny as hell.’ He wanted to tell him that he didn’t care but let himself be dragged all the way down to the tree.