-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.

-- Hidden Desires

Chapter 6

Speak To Me

Harry entered the Great Hall the next morning and found himself (out of pure curiousity) glancing over in Draco's direction. Draco seemed to be acting perfectly hateful and normal as he snickered smugly with Crabbe and Goyle. This itself made Harry very puzzled. Draco wasn't looking at him at all. Not even a slight glance. Not a blink. Not anything. Had Draco been playing some stupid game? Harry felt in his heart that Draco hadn't, but couldn't help to think that it was a possibility.

He didn't know whether to feel relieved or annoyed when Draco did cast a glance at him. Maybe Draco was merely looking at him because he was standing in the middle of the Great Hall gaping at the Slytherin table.

That couldn't have been it.

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Pansy made her way into the Great Hall and made Crabbe move aside as she sat down next to Draco. "What's new, my little Romeo?"

Draco didn't smile. He looked around with what appeared to be a very troubled face. "Pansy, don't say anything around here." He managed to get his usual smug look back on his face somehow.

She grinned as she took a nice helping of bacon. "Wouldn't dream of it. Remember, I promised. I'm a woman of honor! Would a secret get out of me? Never!"

He shook his head and took a bite of scrambled egg. "Really, I don't need to hear some dumb ass speech. Anyway, I plan on having a good long conversation with you about Cho."

She wiped a bit of egg off his face responding slyly, "There is nothing to talk about. I have the girl under control and I am quite confident about the future."

Brushing a lovely gleaming strand of his platinum blonde hair our of his eyes he nodded. Slowly his eyes moved towards the Gryffindor table and settled on Harry who was laughing at something Ron had just said. "That weasel Weasley," Draco thought, "He always makes Harry laugh and forget his troubles. That goddamn Weasley." Turning away he asked himself a question. What was going to happen to him? He didn't know the answer and he wasn't sure if he ever would. This situation was stressful along with the heavy piles of homework.

"I have to get myself out of this. I have to stop having feelings for Potter," he thought finally.

o-o-o

Harry, Hermione, and Ron headed out of Defense Against Dark Arts class and walked down the hall in hurry.

"Potions next? Damn it!" spat Ron in a rage. He had been in a grumpy mood since Transfiguration class and he accidentally set his robes on fire when trying to turn a lamp into a book.

Harry figured it was like an annual ordeal. Each year Hermione would get mad at Ron and refused to speak to him. "It's just because they have the hots for eachother," he thought to himself and laughed out loud.

"What the hell are you laughing about?" asked Ron.

Harry shook his head. "Nothing," he said. "They so have the hots for eachother.." he thought again but they had just turned a corner and up ahead they saw a rather disheveled Draco picking up books.

Ron snickered. "Clumsy prick. Dropped his books. It's great to see him so close to the floor. What do you say we go over there and kick him over or something? It's not like he wouldn't deserve it.." Ron began with an almost vicious smile on his face.

"Ron," Hermione said with a dramatic pause and sigh. "Really."

"You know, he probably crashed into one of his fat zombie sidekicks," said Ron with a chuckle. Harry gave a rather weak smile and kept quiet.

"Hey Harry, what's up with the whole silence deal? Why don't we go over there and say something?" asked Ron with bitterness in his eyes. He could never forgive Malfoy for all the cruel things that he had said about his family. The hate that he felt for him was practically radiating out of his body.

Harry looked down towards the ground, "I don't feel like starting any fights right now. Besides we have to get to Potions class."

"What? What's the matter with you Harry? You're acting strange," Ron practically shouted. "Is this just your way of taking Hermione's side?"

"No, Ron.."

"No, I see how it is. You guys can have eachother. You don't need trouble making Ron anyway," shouted Ron storming off.

Harry sighed as he watched his friend run off. "Don't worry Harry," said Hermione softly, "It's not your fault. He is just in a bad mood." She rolled her eyes.

Truthfully, Harry wasn't worried about Ron or Ron's temper at the moment. He was feeling ill to his stomach at the sight of Draco. He turned his eyes to the ground again to avoid looking at the blonde Slytherin.

"Harry? Harry..? Are you all right?" asked a growing worried Hermione. "I told you not to worry."

"It's.. it's not that, Hermione," stammered Harry.

"What is it? Is everything okay?" she put her hand on his forehead. "You're feeling awfully warm. Maybe you should visit the hospital ward?"

Draco finally gathered up his books and rushed off towards Potions class. Harry finally looked up once more and shook his head. "It's nothing. Don't worry. Probably just from breakfast. Indigestion, you know?"

"All right," Hermione said with a raised brow.

"This is getting really bad. Looking at Draco makes me really sick now," he thought. "I don't even know what I am supposed to do now."

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Draco found his usual seat in front of Potions class. He didn't really want to sit there today considering the fact that he was having enough concentration problems. But it didn't matter. At least he was good in this class whether he was really concentrating or not.

Crabbe and Goyle entered and sat down on each side of Draco, in their usual seats. "Hey Draco," said Crabbe with his hulking grin.

"Hi," responded Draco absentmindedly as he glanced back and forth towards the door. All he needed to see what Harry walk in. That's all.

First when Ron entered Draco watched the door intently expected Harry to follow. But he didn't. He frowned and looked back towards the front of the class. "Strange," he mumbled outloud.

"Strange! Yeah!" laughed Goyle stupidly. "Weasley is strange looking. Hey you ugly puff, Weasley!"

Ron showed him an unfriendly finger and sat down in the back of the class.

Draco ignored his ignorant drones and there insane laughter over their own stupid jokes. Where was Harry?

Finally Hermione and Harry entered. Draco watched them sit and then turned back around to face the front of the class again. Obviously Harry and Ron were not speaking to eachother. That was fine. Draco despised Ron as much as Ron despised him. He hated the way Ron made Harry laugh. He hated everything about the red haired dirt poor fool.

Professor Snape appeared and greeted everyone in his usual rude hateful way. Making sure to give Harry and extra sneer. Draco felt himself getting annoyed.

"Today we're going to work on a very complicated potion that I am sure most of you will butcher," Snape announced as his eyes wandered over towards Neville. "It's a love potion. But not just any love potion. It makes the drinker say who they love and makes them tell why. It's an introduction to truth potions. It really has no use except sometimes silly girls sneak it into their boyfriend's butterbeer to make sure they own the stupid boy's heart."

Hermione raised her hand, "But Professor Snape, I thought all love potions were outlawed?"

"Did I say that you could speak, Miss know-it-all Granger? No." Hermione turned red. "But regardless, I will answer that question. The reason this love potion was not outlawed was because it's stupid. Like I said before. It's practically useless. But it's complicated and a decent introduction to lie and truth potions. So we'll start it. They take a least two days to finish because they must simmer. Beware. Whoever screws up this potion in the end, we'll test it on." His eyes lingered over at Neville again.

"So today we'll start it," he started handing out the potion recipe on a separate sheet of parchment. "Follow the instructions carefully. Make sure you use the approximate amounts."

The students got out their ingredients and began cutting and dicing and throwing things into their cauldrons while Snape lurked around them all watching all their movements.

"Well, poor little Potter, it's says slice into fine pieces. You're massacring that piece of bat wing. But I forgot, and how could I do something like that? You don't pay attention to instruction. You rebel. You don't need to follow instruction from anyone. Little hero. Little fo.."

"Shut up!" someone yelled. Snape turned to see who dare say such disrespectful words to him. To his utter surprise he saw Draco steadily turning pink.

"Malfoy?" Snape and Ron both asked in unison.

"I said.. Shut up," said Draco through closed teeth.

Harry shook his head with a sigh and stared at the ground with wide eyes. "Don't do this," he thought.

"Malfoy? What do you think you're doing?" asked Snape. "I want an answer. NOW."

Draco stood in his spot firmly. He wasn't as pink now. "You need to leave him alone. Nobody gave you the right to insult him like that."

"I can do whatever I want. I am the bloody teacher!" shouted Snape.

"I don't give a fuck if you're he-who-must-not-be-named, Snape!" yelled Draco. "You need to fuck off!"

Snape looked completely shocked. He just stood there with his mouth open. "I wouldn't expect something ridiculous like this from you, Malfoy," he finally spoke. "Detention for the both of you!"

"Hey! What did I do?" Harry protested.

"I said, detention for both of you! I will not repeat myself again!" Snape shouted.

Harry sat down and didn't protest. Draco did the same.

"This is ridiculous," Harry thought. "I didn't even do anything and I still get detention. This is just great.."

The class continued on with a very bitter air. More than usual. Snape was still in shock at Draco's strange outburst.

As the class ended, Professor Snape said, "Malfoy and Potter. Come here so I can give you your well earned detention assignments."

He handed him the slips and stalked off.

"Cleaning the cauldrons? Ugh," mumbled Harry.

"I'm sorry, Harry," said Draco half heartedly. He was glad. This meant he would be spending time with Harry.

"You should be," Harry said annoyed. "I didn't deserve this detention one bit, but no, you had to go and.. defend me like some kind of idiot!"

"I couldn't help it! I couldn't control it," responded Draco.

"Well, you should try harder then!"

"I can't! I can't do anything! Don't be a fool, Potter. I have no fucking control of myself it seems!"

"Not my fault!"

"Whatever," Draco mumbled.

"What? You're saying all this is my fault?"

"Well, if you just didn't exist, everything would be a lot more simple for me."

"Now you're denying me to be alive?" shouted Harry. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I'm not very sure now."

"Don't give me that rubbish. I'm going to lunch. You stand here as long as you want acting like an ass," Harry said as he walked away.

"Hey wait up," said Draco as he grabbed his bag of books and ran to catch up with Harry.

"What? Now you want to walk around with me? Malfoy, you're really going insane.."

"People already think I am insane after what happened in Potions. I don't care what they think."

"Well, I do. I don't want you near me," Harry said in disgust.

"Then, I'll walk behind you and look at your ass or something," grinned Draco.

"Malfoy, quit! Bug off, really," Harry said feeling even more disgusted.

"It doesn't matter now. We're almost to the Great Hall anyway. See you in detention," said Draco as he hurried ahead of the Gryffindor.

"Whatever," Harry mumbled.

He walked in slowly and made his way over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Hermione who was looking really anxious.

"What's up?" Harry asked.

"Well, I was just about to ask you that, myself," she said quickly. "What was that all about in Potions?"

"I really.. don't know," Harry lied.

"Come on!" she said exasperated. "How can you not know?"

"I just don't, Hermione. And I am really hungry. Let's eat." He grabbed a turkey leg and dropped it on his plate with a clang. He wanted to get away from the subject of Draco Malfoy. He couldn't stand the stupid Slytherin anymore.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Harry didn't care.

He was too busy thinking about detention that night.

The End of this chapter!

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