AN:

I have a question for all of you all. I am nearing 75 fanfictions (Going off AO3 count) that I have written and wanted to do something for you all.

For Fanfiction #75 and #100, I want you all to choose on what I will write. (As I get closer to #100, I will put this up again).

Its going to be a vote. I will give a list of ships that I've written and which one you want to see. So, whichever ship gets the most reviews will be the one picked. I will considered PM's to be included as well. I also want you to pick a prompt that you want to see as well, whichever one of your choosing.

Here are the ships:

Marcus Flint/Harry Potter
Terence Higgs/Harry Potter
Graham Montague/Harry Potter
Dean Thomas/Harry Potter
Percy Weasley/Harry Potter
Viktor Krum/Harry Potter
Desmond Miles (AC)/Harry Potter

Let me know in the comments, I honestly look forward to this! And on with the new chapter!

~NicoDiAngeloLover7

Expect the Unseen – Chapter 9 (Just When You Thought Things Couldn't be Worse)

Harry took a deep breath as he stared at the stairs and the door that would be up top. One of the places that Blaise had recommended was the Astronomy Tower. It definitely wasn't a place that Harry would have thought of. He still hated that Blaise knew this and he didn't. Blaise of course had recommended the library. But Harry already knew about the far back table that was located way in the back. He had discovered that place since their second meeting and Akylas helped him with nonverbal casting. That felt so long ago.

The Owlery had been another place that Blaise had recommended it. He didn't think that Akylas had an owl, but it was a place for isolation during certain hours. The Courtyard had been another obvious one that Harry had known about. But most people wouldn't be caught out there in this cold weather. Perhaps when it started to warm back up and Harry assumed that Akylas look refuge there during meals. He wasn't sure where he ate at during the Yule holiday and it sure wasn't in the kitchens either. Though Blaise never did say if Akylas actually knew where the kitchens were either.

Those had been a few places that Blaise had mentioned. Harry had already visited a few of them already. So, that meant that looking in the Astronomy Tower was the next one on the list. He wasn't sure if he would be up there, but Blaise had been certain this was around the time he would be there. And it was already getting close to curfew and it wasn't like Gryffindor Tower was far away. Harry really did appreciate Blaise on helping him find Akylas, he really did.

But he also felt that Blaise was planning something. But he just didn't know on what that might be, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. There were just some things he didn't want to know when it concerned Blaise. But there was a part of him that did, because it was him not knowing that lead to this current situation.

And now… Harry was the responsible one for fixing it, though he honestly thought it should be Blaise. He was the one that screwed this all up in the first place. But there was the possibility of Blaise messing it up furtherer. And that part was not an option at the moment. Though he didn't know if Akylas would be more receptive of his or Blaise's presence. He just hoped that he probably wouldn't need to find out.

So, with hesitant steps, Harry climbed the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. He could see the door was cracked; it was obvious that someone was in here. Harry just hoped it was who he was looking for.

It was once he saw the wavy hair that he knew he had found him. So, it looked like maybe he owed Blaise a thank you, for helping him at least. It was the least he could do, though Blaise may hold it over his head for a while.

Cold eyes met his own and noticed he had the bag he had given him. He wasn't sure why he was relieved by that. Perhaps he figured that Akylas may have tossed it after everything. But the Slytherin brushed by him so quickly that Harry had to actually chase after him.

It was back down the stairs again, but this time there was no hesitation. Harry was not going to let him get away without talking to him.

It was when Harry reached the landing and the corridor that he grabbed Akylas by the wrist. That was when Harry found himself by the end of a wand.

"Nobody is to touch me, especially not you, Potter!" Akylas hissed, jerking his wrist out of Harry's grip.

"Akylas! Wait! Talk to me!" Harry shouted at him.

Akylas didn't stop.

"Would you just talk to me before I curse you!?" Harry spat.

Akylas actually stopped and turned.

"You curse me, why shouldn't I be surprised by that? You're a Gryffindor after all! It apparently is what you do best."

"You know that is a lie and don't deny it! I'm not just any other Gryffindor and you know it!" Harry hissed.

Harry could tell that Akylas was only be defensive about it, but he had been serious about cursing Akylas if he hadn't stopped. But he swore he saw a change of expression before it was gone.

"I have nothing to say to you," Akylas said coldly.

Harry had to run to catch up on where Akylas had run away from him again. He was determined to stop Akylas, though he did want to avoid cursing him. So, he didn't hesitate to cast a disarming charm before pushing Akylas against the wall. He wasn't going to let Akylas curse him and he knew he would have too.

"Will you just listen! It's not what you think!"

Akylas narrowed his eyes at Harry, "Come up with that excuse on your own?! Did you, Potter!"

"No… actually I didn't and it's not an excuse. But I am not going to let you get away again without letting me explain. You owe me that much," Harry retorted.

Akylas' lips thinned, "I don't owe you anything!"

"No, you don't," Harry agreed. "But don't you think I should have right to explain for what happened?"

"What makes you think I would care on what you have to say?"

Harry winced, that actually did hurt to hear. Though he noticed that Akylas' expression had slightly softened, so maybe that was progress. Did that meant hat Akylas didn't really want to hurt him? He felt hope run through him.

"Because you do! You wouldn't have been on the sixth floor if you didn't."

Akylas didn't say a word to that and Harry felt maybe he hit something sensitive there.

"Why were you on the sixth floor?" Harry asked softly.

Akylas' eyes narrowed, "I don't have to answer that! Now give me back my wand! You talked and nothing has changed."

"Why didn't you curse me? I know you cursed Dean," Harry brought up.

Akylas stiffened, "what makes you think I didn't try!?"

For the first time, Harry actually believed that Akylas did like him. So, he pressed on.

"Dean was never my date to the party. He was only going with me because you wouldn't. I didn't know he was going to kiss me. Do you really think I would be frantically searching for you if I didn't care?"

Akylas slumped in Harry's grip.

"I don't know if that will change your mind, because I never know what you're thinking. But perhaps this will…"

Harry leaned in and kissed Akylas on the lips. It had been something he had thought about doing before, but never had the Gryffindor courage to do so. He still had Akylas pressed against the wall, but now it was more holding onto him than restraining him there. His head tilted to the side as one his hands threaded into his hair.

There wasn't any movement on Aklyas' end for several moments before he felt lips slide against his own.

Suddenly there was someone clearing their throat behind him. It made Harry and Akylas quickly pull apart, though Akylas was still wandless.

"I wondered when you would finally admit it," Blaise mused out loud.

"Stay out of it, Blaise!" Akylas hissed.

"And let you throw away your feelings! Not a chance! And it doesn't matter if Harry's a Gryffindor or not!"

"Feelings?" Harry looked back at Akylas. Was Akylas' crush deeper than liking him?

"Blaise!" Akylas warned.

"Are you doing to tell me that you will turn Harry away? Are you!?" Blaise asked calmly.

Harry could feel Akylas hesitate.

"It was to make you jealous…" Blaise said softly. "Harry had never had any feelings towards Dean. Just like it was never his plan either. So, are you going to be a Slytherin and take what you want? Or a Hufflepuff and run away and hide?" Blaise crossed his arms.

Harry felt nervous because Akylas didn't say anything… nothing…

"Do I get an answer?" Harry asked, his hand on Akylas' waist.

"What do you want me to say?"

"The truth would be nice and I'm sure that Harry would appreciate that," Blaise chimed in.

Akylas snorted, "do you really think I could win over The Boy Who Lived?"

"Never thought you believed in titles?" Harry said, his voice slightly edgy. "Maybe I should have thought better of you. All you want is fame anyways…"

When this all began, Harry had thought that it would be Akylas running away from him. And he had… He didn't expect that it would be him that would be walking away. But maybe the fame comment got to him more than he thought. He had never figured Akylas would care about that, he never really had before. Had he really underestimated him? Was it really such a bad thing to want someone that didn't care about the 'Boy-Who-Lived' title? Apparently, it was, and he doubted that he would ever escape it.

He had grown up with it since he was eleven years old, ever since that first day in the Leaky Cauldron. All because Hagrid had decided to say his name in the pub and he still didn't know all the people that came up to him to shake his hand. But it was an experience that he had never forgotten about, one that he wished he did. It made him start to hate his scar and the fact that he did survive that night. He hated the fame with a passion, fame that he knew he never deserved. Who wanted to be famous because they lived, and their family didn't?

He figured that Akylas would have known the experience of having to lose his family. He may not be famous for it, but he assumed that would have been the last thing out of his mouth. Had he prejudged Akylas? And was anything that he ever said to him true? It was making him doubt everything and he wasn't sure it now mattered if Akylas had feelings returned or not. He didn't want to be with someone that cared about his fame and not him. He had never wanted to be Harry Potter, but nobody seemed to understand that. Just like he didn't want anything to do with the tournament that he had been forced into either. But nobody seemed to understand that either.

He figured he could count it as a blessing that he hadn't been the one to defeat Voldemort. But that still didn't stop the feeling of betrayal.

So, the days and weeks practically had been all for nothing. All that searching… He should have never tried to seek Akylas out. He should have never gotten him the bag and went on that trip to Hogsmeade. He should have never defended him from Cormac McLaggen. He wished that he had never gone down that corridor that day. Though he was sure if knowing the thought that Akylas being cursed would have made him feel better. If anything, it actually made him feel worse. So, despite the feelings of betrayal running through him, he couldn't even feel bad for Akylas. Which he felt that he shouldn't have. Should he just have denied Akylas the chance to show him more about Potions? Despite that he knew from the beginning, Potions was definitely not his strong point. Especially when he almost exploded that first cauldron. Was it so bad that he still recalled enjoying those moments? So, why couldn't he just put them out of his head?

There were wet patches on his cheeks, and he didn't even realize that he had been crying.

Harry had finally made it to the Common Room and that was when the tears really started where before they had only been drops. Not knowing that his name had been called after. By the same Slytherin that he had been thinking about and couldn't get his mind off of.

AN: Apparently I couldn't resist adding more angst to this...

Hope you enjoyed it!

~NicoDiAngeloLover7