Shared Intentions
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
9,174
Reviews:
77
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Shared Intentions
Summery: Harry gets an unmarked present for his birthday. It is not strange, a simple leather bound, blank notebook. But when writing appears in his notebook, what will he do? What is it? Who is it? And can Harry help this person more than he knows?...More than he wants to?
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17... Eventually.
Disclaimer:
Harry: Take a deep breath and say it, it\'ll be alright...
Neko: No it won\'t....
Draco: Neko...
Neko: Alright, alright already! I do not own Harry or Draco or the lovely world they live in! They all belong to the great goddess J. K. Rowling. Happy now?!?!?
Harry: Very. See? Not so hard.
Neko: Easy for you to say.
Draco: *Smirks.*
Harry and Neko: *Slaps.*
Draco:...Ow....
A/N: Right... Not sure if I am doing this because I like the idea or doing this because I am bord and my internet is down for the time... Blah, anyway, an idea that has been nagging me. Warnings for this one: All Draco fans that hate to see him beaten/depressed turn back now!!! There will be a lot of that. Otherwise there is mentioned rape, nothing graphic on that planed. And SLASH. Yes, meaning two lovely boys kissing and hugging one another and generally being in a relationship. There will also be YAOI. Also meaning two lovely boys kissing and hugging one another... Yet in this type they sometimes take to fucking each other\'s brains out. No like, no read. Every flame of any kind will be promptly eaten by flying monkeys that my best friend is the ruler of!!!... Anyway, thanks and for all of you who like this kind, read on. Oh, and I would be really happy if I could get some feedback, so Read & Review. Happy Reading!
***=Time/POV Change
/Diary Entries by Draco/
//Diary Entries by Harry//
\'Draco\'s thoughts\'
\'Harry\'s thoughts\'
\"Speech.\"
Chapter 1
/Oh, God. Why is this happening to me? What did I ever do? I can\'t stand to write, but I can\'t talk to anyone. I think if I keep this in I will die... I\'m already dieing. It hurts, god. I won\'t be able to move unless he casts a healing charm... I hope he doesn\'t. Even if it won\'t hurt then...Then he will do it again... God, I feel sic---- Sorry, I vomited. I did not eat much to begin with, I never do. It hurts... Just three more weeks and I will be free. Just three more.... I want to fight, I know I can\'t. He gave me, can you believe that? He gave me to him! Tonight was the first night... I hope I can stand it. I want to be strong, I don\'t want to lose my will... But it hurts!... That is enough writing for today... Maybe this Diary will do me some good, I feel a bit better. Even if it does hurt./
The black haired boy sat in his friend\'s sister\'s room at The Burrow puzzling over the words in the book. Green eyes were slightly wide, narrowing lightly at times. Early morning sunlight poured over the horizon, not yet to wake the hard sleeping girl. He looked over to Hermione Granger and gave his friend a smile, who in turn was sleeping with a small smile on her lips.
The boy, Harry, himself sat in dark blue pajamas that actually fit decently for a change. Last summer, the summer before his sixth year, Hermione had insisted on dragging him on a shopping trip for some fitting muggle cloths. The fact that Harry was gay had started her whole trip, and had stopped him from sleeping in Ron\'s room. While Ron was comfortable with it, Mrs. Weasley was not as assured and insisted he slept in the room with Hermione while Ginny roomed with Ron. He was fine with the arrangements and to the enjoyment of everyone, he would sometimes sport Hermione\'s cloths for fun. She had grown to be quite the beautiful woman, all pale skin and dark, now silky, hair as this was the summer before seventh year, three weeks till school, in fact.
Harry had been here all summer and was thoroughly enjoying himself and being away from those awful people someone had the nerve to call his family... Anyway, back to the book in his hands. He had got it for his birthday, wrapped in plain brown paper with no notes or writing on it. Inside had been a simple, black, leather bound note book. None of them knew what it was, so Mr. Weasley had taken it and had it checked for dark magic. All they found was a weak locking charm that all \'diary-type-things\' sold in the Wizard world possessed. It had been all blank. Yet, he had woken up in the middle of the night with a tingling feeling at his scar and the last bits of an already forgotten dream slipping away. He felt compelled to look in the book, he did, and low and behold there was writing. Not the kind he had known of any of his friends, no, a hand writing he did not know.
\"Harry, what are you doing up?\" Hermione\'s soft voice came, which surprised him and he closed the book quickly, stuffing it under the mattress on the floor he was sleeping on. \"Nothing... Go back to sleep. I got up to get something to drink.\" He lied, and even in her sleepy state she could see through his lie. She just gave him a piercing look though before smiling lightly. \"Mrs. Weasley wants everyone up in the morning, the picnic, remember?\" She said, Harry nodded. Mrs. Weasley had been talking about it for a week, \"Right then, get some sleep.\" She said, then lay back down on Ginny\'s bed, where she got to sleep, and yawned before snuggling into the blankets and pillow. Harry simply sighed, taking off his glasses and setting them on the floor beside the mattress and laying down as well... He was tired and no sense to be trying to sleep in when Mrs. Weasley got it in her head that they were all going to be up... Besides, it was nothing life threatening. He could crack the case of the notebook tomorrow.
A/N:
Not proofread and short, I know, but if anyone reads this and reviews I will get the next chapter up quickly. I do not know where this is going at all, ideas thanked. My first fanfic really, be honest but not harsh, alright?
Summery: Harry gets an unmarked present for his birthday. It is not strange, a simple leather bound, blank notebook. But when writing appears in his notebook, what will he do? What is it? Who is it? And can Harry help this person more than he knows?...More than he wants to?
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17... Eventually.
Disclaimer:
Harry: Take a deep breath and say it, it\'ll be alright...
Neko: No it won\'t....
Draco: Neko...
Neko: Alright, alright already! I do not own Harry or Draco or the lovely world they live in! They all belong to the great goddess J. K. Rowling. Happy now?!?!?
Harry: Very. See? Not so hard.
Neko: Easy for you to say.
Draco: *Smirks.*
Harry and Neko: *Slaps.*
Draco:...Ow....
A/N: Right... Not sure if I am doing this because I like the idea or doing this because I am bord and my internet is down for the time... Blah, anyway, an idea that has been nagging me. Warnings for this one: All Draco fans that hate to see him beaten/depressed turn back now!!! There will be a lot of that. Otherwise there is mentioned rape, nothing graphic on that planed. And SLASH. Yes, meaning two lovely boys kissing and hugging one another and generally being in a relationship. There will also be YAOI. Also meaning two lovely boys kissing and hugging one another... Yet in this type they sometimes take to fucking each other\'s brains out. No like, no read. Every flame of any kind will be promptly eaten by flying monkeys that my best friend is the ruler of!!!... Anyway, thanks and for all of you who like this kind, read on. Oh, and I would be really happy if I could get some feedback, so Read & Review. Happy Reading!
***=Time/POV Change
/Diary Entries by Draco/
//Diary Entries by Harry//
\'Draco\'s thoughts\'
\'Harry\'s thoughts\'
\"Speech.\"
Chapter 1
/Oh, God. Why is this happening to me? What did I ever do? I can\'t stand to write, but I can\'t talk to anyone. I think if I keep this in I will die... I\'m already dieing. It hurts, god. I won\'t be able to move unless he casts a healing charm... I hope he doesn\'t. Even if it won\'t hurt then...Then he will do it again... God, I feel sic---- Sorry, I vomited. I did not eat much to begin with, I never do. It hurts... Just three more weeks and I will be free. Just three more.... I want to fight, I know I can\'t. He gave me, can you believe that? He gave me to him! Tonight was the first night... I hope I can stand it. I want to be strong, I don\'t want to lose my will... But it hurts!... That is enough writing for today... Maybe this Diary will do me some good, I feel a bit better. Even if it does hurt./
The black haired boy sat in his friend\'s sister\'s room at The Burrow puzzling over the words in the book. Green eyes were slightly wide, narrowing lightly at times. Early morning sunlight poured over the horizon, not yet to wake the hard sleeping girl. He looked over to Hermione Granger and gave his friend a smile, who in turn was sleeping with a small smile on her lips.
The boy, Harry, himself sat in dark blue pajamas that actually fit decently for a change. Last summer, the summer before his sixth year, Hermione had insisted on dragging him on a shopping trip for some fitting muggle cloths. The fact that Harry was gay had started her whole trip, and had stopped him from sleeping in Ron\'s room. While Ron was comfortable with it, Mrs. Weasley was not as assured and insisted he slept in the room with Hermione while Ginny roomed with Ron. He was fine with the arrangements and to the enjoyment of everyone, he would sometimes sport Hermione\'s cloths for fun. She had grown to be quite the beautiful woman, all pale skin and dark, now silky, hair as this was the summer before seventh year, three weeks till school, in fact.
Harry had been here all summer and was thoroughly enjoying himself and being away from those awful people someone had the nerve to call his family... Anyway, back to the book in his hands. He had got it for his birthday, wrapped in plain brown paper with no notes or writing on it. Inside had been a simple, black, leather bound note book. None of them knew what it was, so Mr. Weasley had taken it and had it checked for dark magic. All they found was a weak locking charm that all \'diary-type-things\' sold in the Wizard world possessed. It had been all blank. Yet, he had woken up in the middle of the night with a tingling feeling at his scar and the last bits of an already forgotten dream slipping away. He felt compelled to look in the book, he did, and low and behold there was writing. Not the kind he had known of any of his friends, no, a hand writing he did not know.
\"Harry, what are you doing up?\" Hermione\'s soft voice came, which surprised him and he closed the book quickly, stuffing it under the mattress on the floor he was sleeping on. \"Nothing... Go back to sleep. I got up to get something to drink.\" He lied, and even in her sleepy state she could see through his lie. She just gave him a piercing look though before smiling lightly. \"Mrs. Weasley wants everyone up in the morning, the picnic, remember?\" She said, Harry nodded. Mrs. Weasley had been talking about it for a week, \"Right then, get some sleep.\" She said, then lay back down on Ginny\'s bed, where she got to sleep, and yawned before snuggling into the blankets and pillow. Harry simply sighed, taking off his glasses and setting them on the floor beside the mattress and laying down as well... He was tired and no sense to be trying to sleep in when Mrs. Weasley got it in her head that they were all going to be up... Besides, it was nothing life threatening. He could crack the case of the notebook tomorrow.
A/N:
Not proofread and short, I know, but if anyone reads this and reviews I will get the next chapter up quickly. I do not know where this is going at all, ideas thanked. My first fanfic really, be honest but not harsh, alright?