-Rated R for- Drama, Language, Slash, Sexual Content

-Spoilers- All five books.

-Summery- This is a Harry/Draco fic that happens in the sixth year. Draco finds out that sometimes feelings are mixed up.

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Hidden Desires

Chapter 9

Fatal

"I can't stand this anymore," Draco muttered as he gazed out a window. It was a bright beautiful day and the Hogwarts' grounds looked even more stunning than usual in the sunlight. Lupin was outside with a class of second years who were all goggling at some small scaly creature that was making odd screeching sounds. A several little girls screamed as Lupin tried to calm them sound.

"It's just taking me apart," continued the Slytherin boy looking rather lovely in the sun although he appeared frail and tired. "I'm a disgrace to my family. I'm a disgrace to myself. Everything I've ever stood for is ruined because of you. You did this to me. Your fault."

Harry shook his head. "It's not my fault, Draco.. I never wanted any of this to happen to you."

Draco put a worried hand through his own smooth platinum hair. "I just can't keep going anymore.."

"Draco.." Harry started.

"No. You can't stop me. I've been changed and ruined and battered. There is nothing left of me but some empty shell. I don't remember how I used to act. I don't remember how I ever felt. All I know is that I hate you and I love you. It's driving me mad, Potter!" Draco yelled. He began to tug as his own hair now.

"Draco, stop! Just calm down," Harry commanded.

"Don't tell me what to do. I am sick of everything about you. Your eyes and the way they look at me. Your lips taunt me and laugh at me. I'm too scared to continue like this, with no way to possibly cure myself," Draco said while waving his hands around frantically.

"Draco.."

"This is the end, Harry. This is the end of me. You won't have to worry about me and I won't have to dream of you.." Draco turned around to the window which was now open. He glanced back at Harry who for the first time ever, looked petrified. Draco stepped up onto the window's ledge.

"You can't, Draco."

"Goodbye, Harry."

"You can't! You can't! Please, I'm begging you! Stop! I.."

Harry awoke as he tumbled off his own bed and into the floor.

A few groggy looking faces appeared standing over him.

"You all right now, Harry?" asked Seamus. "Sounded like you took a mighty big bump when you fell out of your bed."

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry mumbled as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"That has happened to me loads of times," Neville mumbled in an embarrassed tone.

"What happened?" asked Dean with a yawn.

"Just had a bad dream, that's all," Harry said as he took a deep breath.

"You sure you're fine?" asked Seamus.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

The boys returned to their beds to get some last minute sleep before they would have to be awake for classes but Harry did not.

He put on his glasses and got dressed quickly, wearing two mismatched socks that Dobby gave him for Christmas. He left the Gryffindor Common Room in a hurry and decided to take a walk outside to calm him down and collect his thoughts. "Why did I have that dream?" he wondered to himself as he exited onto the school's grounds. It was a misty fresh morning that reminded him much of the day in his dream. He was so busy thinking that he was not watching where he was going and he bumped into someone. He looked to see who he had bumped into..

"Cho?" he said with a questioning look.

"Harry," she gave him a pitiful look. "What are you doing out here this early?" she asked. She probably believed that he was in need of her and was missing her dearly.

"I was just taking an early morning walk," he said.

"Oh," she replied casting her dark eyes too the side. "Harry.."

"What?"

"I've really missed you," she said in the most sincere way that was possible for her.

"Right," said the boy with a doubtful look.

"No! It's true," she continued, "I really have. You know I love you."

"Really? You love me? Is that so?" he asked.

"Yes."

"You didn't love me enough to stay with me, Cho. I don't know what your definition of love is, but it's not mine. And two people who believe that love is two different things.." he sighed, "Well that just would never work."

"No! I love you. I really love you. It's just.. some things have changed about me and I had to confront them."

"Listen Cho, I don't care. And I don't know who this guy you've been seeing is, but I don't care about you or you changes," he said bitterly.

"Harry.." she paused for a second, "Harry, I haven't been seeing a guy."

Harry raised a dark eyebrow and looked at her with surprise.

"It's a girl. I know it's totally strange to you, but I had to find out who I really am," she said then bit her lower lip.

"It's.. it's not that strange," he muttered.

"But Harry, I've missed you," she hadn't seemed to hear his last words.

"Cho, I can't love you. What's over is done with and I can't come back to it. I have to go," he said as he quickly turned around and hurried back inside the school. Breakfast wouldn't be too long from now so he decided to wander around near the Great Hall. What he had talked about with Cho had given him a lot to think about. He wondered who the girl was that she was seeing. He wondered why he felt he could relate to some of the words that she had said to him. They meant a lot and made him ache in the pit of his stomach.

A few students passed him, chatting animatedly on their way into the Great Hall. Some of them saying hi and some of them insulting him (Slytherins, of course). He stood up against a wall across from the Great Hall and crossed his arms in thought. Not paying much attention the people starting to pour into the large cheerfully decorated room for breakfast. "I don't feel hungry," he said outloud to himself.

"Nor do I," said a familiar voice next to him.

He looked up straight into the face of his once enemy, Draco Malfoy. His face was extra pale which made him appear sickly but it didn't stop him from still looking as striking as ever. His cheeks were rosy and he smelled like he had just taken a shower.

Harry looked away from him. He just remembered the incident that happened the previous night. It made him feel rather nauseous to look into the face of the other boy.

"Leave Harry alone, Draco," said a voice near both of them. They turned to see who is was and there stood Ron looking pretty furious.

"Ron?" Harry asked looking very surprised. He hadn't spoken to his bestfriend in days and was shocked to see him.

"Bug off, Weasley," said the Slytherin boy in a threatening tone. He looked tired and annoyed at the moment.

"You bug off! Leave Harry the fuck alone. He doesn't need your constant shit," shouted the redhead angrily.

"I'm not bothering him, Weasley. So why don't you go pick pockets in the Great Hall. Maybe you'll get lucky and find a sickle. Then you can buy your family a new piece of plywood to live under," responded Draco in his old taunting tone.

"I may be poor Malfoy, but I am proud of my family and I they're good people. Unlike your family who's image has been stained by your father's arrest. Just another once respected family down the drain because they were all fucking fools," Ron said through gritted teeth.

"What do you want, Weasley? Do you really want to duel? Because this is boring me. Throwing insults back and forth won't do anything and if you think you're intimidating me, you very much wrong. So what do you want?" asked Draco in his drawling voice. Harry hadn't heard that voice in a long time.

"Yeah, I want a duel. I'll show you, Malfoy," said the redhead. He looked as if he were on fire now.

"Fine, Weasley. You must have a death wish, but whatever. I'll help make your ending quick," Draco replied as he brushed a strand of white golden hair out of his eyes.

"As if that would happen," Ron growled.

At that, they both took out their wands and pointed them at eachother. They took a few steps apart. Ron's eyes were blazing as he stared at the Slytherin with intense hatred. Ron was about to shout a hex at Draco when Harry interuppted him.

"Stop it!" he yelled.

Ron looked very puzzled. "Stop it?" he repeated.

"Yes. Stop it, both of you. I.. I don't want to see either of you get hurt," said Harry still avoiding to look at either of them.

"What? You don't want to see me put a good hex on Malfoy?" asked Ron. "What's the matter with you, Harry?"

"Nothing is wrong with me. You both just need to quit it. Nobody needs to get hurt, okay?" Harry said as he bit his lower lip nervously.

"Whatever, Harry. You've gone crazy. I don't know what your problem is. I guess Malfoy is your new bestfriend?" Ron said angrily. "That's fine. You're both nuts," he said as he stormed off into the Great Hall.

Draco stood there looking at Harry with dumbfounded expression. "You didn't want us to duel? Do didn't want me to get hurt?.."

"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy," said Harry with a pained look. "I didn't want Ron to get hurt. I figured you probably know loads of dark magic."

"Oh right, Potter. That's what you said that you didn't want to see either of us get hurt," Draco responded with a sneer.

"Whatever," said Harry.

"You say that when I say something you don't want to hear. I've noticed it," Draco said with a grin.

"Well, stop noticing things about me," Harry mumbled.

"It's sort of hard to not notice that you.."

"Don't go into detail, please," said the Gryffindor boy quietly.

"You're acting strange, Potter," Draco observed. "Something to do with lastnight maybe?" he asked with a half grin.

Harry didn't want to be reminded again. He remembered how Draco pressed his lips to his in a rather sweet manner the night before and how he didn't stop the other. He didn't even push him away. Harry shook his head. "No, Draco. What happened then was pure shock. Don't think that anything happened between us."

"You're saying it, but you're not meaning it. I know for a fact that something did happen between us because you were absolutely horrified with yourself afterwards. You didn't pay attention to the fact that I was still standing there.."

Harry put his head in his palm. "I'm not hearing this," he mumbled.

"Don't give me the five-year-old treatment, Harry," Draco said firmly. "I saw your face then and I am seeing it now. Something has changed here. It may not mean you like me or feel the same as I have been feeling for you, but you are different. You don't hate me as you once did."

"How can I?" asked Harry helplessly. "You're constantly throwing yourself at me. I feel sorry for you and myself. I don't know how to feel towards someone like you, especially after all the years that we fought. I've found myself getting to know you and discovering that not all your sides are rude and evil."

Draco shrugged and leaned against the same wall Harry was still leaning against. "If I or we find a cure to this, I doubt I will ever hate you like I did. Disappointing, I know, but after everything we've been going through it doesn't seem possible."

Harry stayed silent while staring towards the carpet.

"The floor is awfully interesting, isn't it?" Draco said sarcastically.

"Shut up," Harry replied with a hint of a smile.

"Listen up, Potter," Draco said getting serious again, "It doesn't matter anymore. I'll deal with this alone. I'll find a way."

"What if there isn't a way?" Harry said quietly.

"Then, I'll just feel like this forever and die alone," the Slytherin responded with a grin.

"Don't say that," Harry said in what was practically whisper.

"I thought you wouldn't care," Draco said softly.

"I don't care.. Well, I do," Harry said. "Nobody deserves to die alone."

"Not even Draco the spawn of Satan?" asked the blonde in an amused tone.

"Not even you," Harry said turning and facing the boy and looked him straight in the eye. "You just.. keep holding on."

Draco looked confused. "What are you on about?" he asked.

"It's just.. I had this really odd dream," said Harry. He couldn't believe he was about to tell Draco Malfoy about the dream that he had had about him.

"Really?" Draco looked curious now.

"I had a dream and you basically said I made you miserable. You said that you wanted to kill yourself and you did and I thought it really had happened at first when I awoke. And it actually worried me," Harry explained.

"Really?" Draco asked with an eyebrows rather high.

"Yeah," Harry mumbled and looked away.

Draco couldn't help but to admire the look on Harry's face. It was a confused look. The way the hair fell into his face added an even more sad look.

"You really worried that I was dead?" Draco asked.

"Yeah," Harry mumbled again.

Harry glanced around and noticed that they were all alone in the hallway. It was just as well. He didn't want people hearing their conversation anyway.

"So, you're not going to eat breakfast?" asked Draco. Harry shook his head. "Yeah, that's right. You said you weren't hungry." Harry nodded. "I think I sort of am."

Draco put his hand on the other boy's shoulder. Harry felt himself shiver but he didn't move. He still looked toward the ground. Draco lifted Harry's chin with his hand and made him look at him. "What are you going to do, Harry Potter?" asked Draco.

Harry looked back into those sparkling gray eyes. He closed his own eyes and whispered, "What am I supposed to do?"

Draco leaned forward slowly. Their lips seemed to collide at first but it soon grew into something different. Draco realized that he wasn't alone and that Harry had met his own lips. He enjoyed the feeling of the other boy's pouty soft lips against his own. His head was in a whirl as the kiss became fiercer and more passionate. He put a hand through the boy's messy black hair ruffling it up even more and dipped his tongue into his mouth. He had never really imagined what he would taste like. His mouth was sweet and as desperate as his was. Their bodies moved closer as the heat radiated through both of them. He could barely stand the feeling of their torsos together so closely. Harry had put his hand on the back of Draco's neck as the kiss deepened even more. Draco lost his breath and released the other from the kiss.

- ..you come on like a drug

i just can't get enough

i'm like an addict coming at you for a little more

and there's so much at stake

i cannot afford to waste

i never needed anybody like this before..-

"Harry.." he whispered as he tried to breathe.

Harry opened his emerald green eyes and stared deep into Draco's eyes. "I don't know how that happened.."

"Harry, I have something to tell you.."

"What is it?.."

The End of Chapter 9!

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Credit: I used an excerpt of a Garbage song called, "Temptation Waits," after the kiss.

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