Hidden Love

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.

Author Notes: Hello! This is a warning to everyone, please be patient! Am rather busy and am slow at updating but I’ll do my best and hope you like the first chapter. Please review, it helps my ego!


Chapter 1

Alone with Everything


Harry Potter sat beside the window of his Gryffindor bedroom, watching as the sky turned different shades of pink and purple. Harry sighed at its beauty, though not having enough strength to smile. It was the weirdest thing for Harry… He had friends, magic, Quidditch, an escape from the only real family he had left… but he still felt alone inside. He moved some hair away from his face and shifted his glasses so they didn’t fall off his nose. The sound of giggles and thumping coming from the stairs made Harry sigh, hearing the familiar voices of his best friends Ron and Hermione. There was an all too recognizable knock upon the door and Harry took a final gaze out the window before standing and opening the door. Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger clearly didn’t hear Harry open the door for they were locked in each others gaze. Harry had to smile at this, he knew that they were trying to keep their relationship a secret but at moments like this it was too obvious. Harry thought it would be polite to slowly and quietly shut the door and walk to the other side of the room and make some noise then stomping over to the door to swing it open again, giving them the impression that he was finally going to answer and to give them some time to cool of their heated moment. When Harry opened the door this time they were as far apart from one another as possible. Hermione’s cheeks were a light shade of pink and she cleared her throat. Ron however looked please to see Harry and at the same time annoyed for being interrupted.
“Hiya Harry! Come on, we’re going to be late for supper!” said Ron with a large grin.
“Listen guys, I’m not all that hungry…” Harry said with a small smile, finding it impossible to be depressed with these two there.
“You always say that Harry! I mean come on, look at how pale you are with the bags under your eyes…. You need some food in you!” said Hermione in her know-it-all voice. Harry knew his appearance all to well; he was in fact rather pale with dark blotches under his eyes. He had started wearing a lot baggier robes and additional clothes to hide his body, trying to keep his secret just what it was, a secret.
“She’s right you know… you do look like shit!” said Ron rather bluntly. Harry chuckled as Hermione wrinkled her nose in distaste at Ron’s choice in language, but it was Harry she blamed sense Harry’s been cursing wildly for the past six months.
“Oh fine then!” groaned Harry as he shut the door behind himself. “Let’s get food then if it’ll shut you two up!”
“Humph! honestly you two… you always make me late for something!” With that Hermione turned and headed down the stairs with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Women! Can’t live with them and can never prove them wrong!” Said Ron quietly to Harry, them both trailing after her but at a slower pace.

Harry groaned and asked himself why he ever agreed to come here, the loudness erupting from the Main Hall made his hair curl. He followed Ron to the Gryffindor table and took a seat, giving a fake smile to Hermione who was across from him. Harry looked at the food in front of him and put a roll on his plate and started to butter it up, listening to the chatter that revolved around him but very glad that it didn’t center around him. Harry slowly started to eat as his eyes swept over the different tables, sweeping over the Slytherin table and connecting with a pair of silver eyes. Harry knew these eyes all to well; they belonged to one Draco Malfoy whom hated him with the fire of hell. Though as the two stared at each other it was Harry whom looked down first, blushing slightly for a reason he did not k He He cleared his throat but didn’t look back up. His cheeks were hot, knowing Malfoy’s eyes were still on him. He didn’t know why he was embarrassed but he was. At this moment he finished what little food he started with and slowly stood; his cheeks an interesting shade of pink. He gave Ron some poor excuse and turned, heading out of the Main Hall without removing his eyes from his shoes.


Draco Malfoy had been sneaking peeks at the famous Harry Potter all through supper. He hadn’t seen him in awhile sense they were studying different things and what not. Draco was surprised as hell when he saw Potter or more so when he saw the state he was in. How muchkingking weight has he lost? Is he getting enough sleep? Is that all he’s going to eat? Why the fuck so I even care?!” His mental struggle stopped as his eyes met a pair of emerald green ones. Draco shivered at their depths, not being able to pull away from them. Once Harry looked away, Malfoy shook his head, trying to figure out what the hell just happened there. Draco ran his fingers through his slick hair, pushing away his troublesome bangs back.
Once he was finished Supper he headed back to Slytherin to try and figure out why his mind was on that stupid Potter. Draco fell back and lounged on one of the leather couches, resting his head back and shutting his eyes, his mind fluttered back to Harry and there was no stopping it. He noticed that he was pale and his hair seemed longer, remembering the way his bangs fell over his eyes to shadow them. Of course he had gotten taller from when they first met all those years ago but then again so did Malfoy. Malfoy groaned in confusion, not knowing where to begin or end all he really knew for sure was that he needed a smoke. He yawned and slowly stood, stretching his arms over his head and heading out into the hallways. He turns the corner and heads to a boys bathroom, it may be rather far away from the Slytherinmon mon room but not too many guys go there because it’s out of the way. Draco sighed happily at seeing it vacant and headed over to the sinks, checking himself out in the mirror. He turned and leaned against the sink as he lit up his last cigarettes from that pack, inhaling deeply and breathing the smoke out slowly.


Harry went straight to his room and started to pace for a few moments before yawning; he didn’t get much sleep last night from staying up to listen to someic. ic. He shut his eyes and surprisingly enough fell into a light sleep. Harry’s dream kept jumping to random things, bouncing back and forth making Harry dizzy and beyond confused. He was at Ron’s and Hermione’s wedding, he was standing tall and proud as best man, then he was in the shower…. With none other then Malfoy! Harry was standing under the warm water, letting it rush over his body as Draco started to kiss his neck and ear. (Harry can’t say he didn’t enjoy this part of the dream though it quickly ended.) Then he was being covered with maggots in a grave, cruel laughter sounding not too far a

Harry sat upright in bed, panting for sweet breath. He was sweating from his bouncing dream and completely dizzy from it, He groaned, knowing he was about to be sick... He crept out of Gryffindor as quietly as possible, not wanting to worry any body in case they heard him throwing up. He moved and ran into the nearest boy’s bathroom. He didnotinotice anybody in there, all he cared about was how sick he felt. He threw up what little supper he ate and whimpered softly, his stomach turning within his flesh. Once he was sure he had no more food to get rid of he flushed the toilet and wiped his mouth on toilet paper, flushing that as well. He crawled backwards and sighed when his back hit the wall, his knees were bent and spread so he was comfortable, his head back against the wall and eyes tightly shut. He thought about his dreams, though only three stood out. Ron’s wedding…… a grave…..and Malfoy kissing him! Harry groaned and tried not to think about it, thinking only making his head hurt worse.
“Does Potter have a little tummy ache?” asked a sickly sweet voice coming form the sinks. Harry knew who it was and cursed as his stomach gave a turn of excitement. Harry turned his head to connect eyes with the one which made his head hurt…Malfoy.