-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 7

Underneath

It seemed as if the day wouldn't end quick enough for Draco Malfoy. It was not that he was looking forward to cleaning out smelly cauldrons and getting his perfectly pale white skin dirtied up from the residue stuck to the sides of the cauldrons. He just needed to see Harry again that day. In one way, it made him feel good to see the Gryffindor just walk by, even if he did ignore Draco. But in another way, the emotions that coursed through his body whenever he saw the boy annoyed him to death. Only the sight of Harry could sicken him or give him the greatest rush of pleasure in the world. He dearly wanted to resolve everything. Make everything that he felt just go away. To be numb. He didn't know how long he could stand the kind of torture that his emotions were causing. He wanted to give up everything.

So finally the time came. He showed up fifteen minutes early for the detention, which surprised Snape. That was twice in one day that he surprised the Professor. He saw the sour expression on Snape's face. He knew that the Professor had never dreamed up giving him detention before. After all, he was a precious Slytherin. He also saw the confusion in the teacher's face. It gave Draco a bit of a laugh actually. For once, Snape had no idea what was happening around him. It was better that way.

Harry entered right on time. Draco couldn't help but to find the scowl that the Gryffindor was wearing rather attractive. "Stop looking at him. Stop thinking about him.. He just stupid Harry Potter.. Stupid Potter.." Draco thought to himself. He tried to shake it off but couldn't help to find himself staring at Harry.

Finally Snape spoke. "Well, well, you're both here. As you know, you're going to clean out the cauldrons. Muggle style."

"No magic?" Harry exclaimed.

"No magic," responded the teacher with a very vicious grin. He dumped a bucket of foggy soapy water in front of him with a few rags hanging over the sides dripping onto the floor. "Should only take the whole night. I'll be in my office and I'll checking on you periodically. If I find either of you gone or not working, I'll add on another three weeks to your detention. Now get working!" he shouted as he walked out of the room and shut the door.

"No magic," Harry said again. "I'll never get out of this hell."

"Oh shut up, Potter. Suck it up. Stop complaining. The faster we start, the sooner I'll be able to get away from you," responded Draco with frown.

"You want to get away from me?" asked Harry. "That's a surprise. Have you finally stopped with your tipsy little act?"

"What tipsy little act? Potter, you moron. Get over yourself," Draco said as he started to scrub out an extra dirty cauldron.

"Get over myself? What the hell are you on about, Malfoy! Just the other day you were trying to give me a snog. Now you're telling me that I'm a moron? I don't know what the hell your on," Harry practically shouted as he busied himself with another equally disgusting cauldron.

"Don't you understand anything or are you really that daft, Potter?" Draco asked while taking his attention off his cauldron and standing straight up staring at the other boy. "I'm trying to hate you again. I'm trying to break whatever has this hold over me. I can't even stand myself right now. It feels like I have changed too much."

Harry stared at him blankly. He had already believed Draco before but this settled it. There was definitely something more wrong with the other boy more than usual. Something that even Draco couldn't help. Harry almost pitied him.

"Do you know how damn miserable it is to not have control over yourself? It's like someone is screwing up everything you've ever known. They're twisting your feelings around. It makes me feel so damn stupid," said the Slytherin boy with a groan.

"Well, the stupid part really hasn't changed," Harry said with the slightest hint of a grin.

"Oh shut up, Harry."

"There you go, using my first name again."

"What? It's not like you haven't used mine before!" exclaimed Draco.

"I haven't!"

"You have so. I remember it. It was that time in the hallway when I was telling you about everything," Draco explained.

"I felt sorry for you!"

"That's no excuse. Don't get on my ass for using your first name!"

"I wouldn't dream of getting on your ass for anything, Malfoy," Harry responded with a scowl.

"Whatever," said the Slytherin as he began to clean out the cauldron again.

-

An hour or so had passed and they didn't speak to eachother, although Harry could often see Draco glancing up at him from the corner of his eye. Professor Snape had just been in to insult their hard work and demanded they work harder. Already, Harry's arm was getting sore from the back and forward motion of scrubbing out the cauldrons.

Finally, Draco broke the silence by starting to singing softly to himself.

"Ah! What do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" asked Harry.

"What? What do you mean?" Draco replied in confusion.

"You're.. you're singing.." continued Harry.

"So what?" asked Draco still confused.

"So! So it's.. weird. That's what it is!" Harry said with his eyebrows raised up.

"Excuse me, am I not allowed to take my mind off of the bloody work?"

"Well no! But you singing is just strange."

"Is it really that bad?" Draco asked almost looking hurt.

"Uh, yes," Harry said flatly.

"Sorry then. I just won't do anything. Maybe I'll stop breathing on top of it. Then you won't have to worry about hearing me breathe. How's that?" frowned Draco.

"That works," Harry replied with a smirk.

"Ugh, you're so.."

"Whatever it is, I don't care."

"You're just a.."

"I don't care.'

"Fuck you!" shouted Draco.

"No thanks," replied Harry.

"Just leave me the hell alone, will you, Harry? This is hard enough as it is!" said the Slytherin boy after heaving a deep sigh.

Harry didn't protest, but only frowned and continued cleaning his cauldron out.

-

A few more hours passed and finally Snape told them that they could leave.

They both hurried out into the dark corridor in silence.

"You're not going to start following me again, are you?" asked Harry with a yawn.

"No, idiot. This hall also leads to the hall towards the Slytherin Common Room."

"Oh yeah," Harry recalled. He remembered the time in the second year when both he and Ron took the Polyjuice potion and disguised themselves as Draco's two moronic sidekick's, Crabbe and Goyle.

Just ahead they heard someone walking. "It's probably Filch," Draco whispered.

"So, we'll just say we came from detention. It's the truth," Harry responded.

"It is the truth, but he won't believe it."

The footsteps got louder.

"Here," Draco grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him behind a statue of a perplexed looking wizard. "Wait till he passes by."

Harry didn't like the tight space between he and the other boy. He very much wanted to run out and just get caught by Filch, but that would probably mean more detention for him. Having detention with Draco was already bad enough. Harry tried to move a bit further from Draco.

"Stop moving, Potter. He'll hear you!" Draco whispered.

They waited until it seemed to be silent around them again. "You think it's safe?" asked Draco.

"Maybe," Harry responded as he tried to move himself from behind the statue. Draco had already made his way out from behind it. "Hey, help me out will you."

"Why should I?" asked Draco with a smirk.

"Come on, Malfoy. Don't play anymore dumb games. I got stuck in the tighter area. Now help me out!"

"I like you just like that. So very weak," Draco quietly laughed.

"Malfoy, I'm warning you.."

"Oh and what are you going to do? Swat at me to death?" the Slytherin boy snickered. "I don't think your threats mean anything right now, Potter."

"I still have my wand, you fool!" Harry practically shouted.

"Like you can even get it out while you're stuck behind there," Draco said slyly.

"Come on, Malfoy. Please.."

Draco's face changed. "Say it again.."

"What? Why?" Harry asked through gritted teeth.

"Just, say it again and I'll help you."

"Plea.. Please.. Please help me. Ugh, Happy?" asked Harry furrowing his eyebrow.

"No, but it's a start." Draco took Harry's arm and pulled the other boy out. "How the hell did you get stuck anyway?"

"No idea," Harry responded.

They began walking again down the dark corridor. "So," Harry wanted to change the subject from him being stuck behind the statue. "How do you think you can break this um.. spell or whatever it is?" he asked.

"You're being daft again, Potter. If I had any idea, I would be on it right now instead of discussing it with you," responded Draco.

"Don't get all pissy with me, Malfoy. I just want to help," Harry said growing more annoyed by the other boy every second.

"You want to help?" asked Draco with wide eyes.

"Are you really that deaf? Do I have to repeat myself? Yeah, I want to help," said the Gryffindor boy with an impatient tone.

"But.. why?" asked Draco with much surprise.

"Why do you think? Do you really think I want you to be liking me like this? You know what I mean."

"You really want to help me?" asked Draco still in shock.

"Yeah, Malfoy. I've said it already."

"I know, I just can't get over it," responded the other boy while putting a hand through his own very clean sleek blonde hair. It shone brilliantly in the rays of moonlight that shown through the windows.

"It's really annoying and just gross. So I want to do what I can to help you get around it. Maybe we can read up on curses and bonds and stuff, you know?" Harry continued.

"Yeah.." responded Draco absentmindedly.

They had reached the new hall where they would split up. To Harry's relief. He didn't know how much longer he could stand being around Draco.

"Unfortunately I'll say see you tomorrow," he mumbled.

"Most unfortunate," said Draco softly.

He watched Harry walk off down the hallway away from him. The footsteps that he took caused Draco pain. The further away Harry was the more miserable he felt. The pain mounted until he could barely stand it.

Suddenly he found himself crying out the other boy's name and running after him.

Harry turn around to see what was happening and found Draco rushing towards him. Before he could stop anything, Draco grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him close to him in what seemed to be a hug.

"Draco! Get off of me!" said Harry trying to shove the other boy away.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't help it," Draco said while he released the other.

Harry arched his eyebrow. As Draco looked up at him. He hated looking so weak and pitiful in front of what was usually his main nemesis.

"The sooner you put a stop to this, the better we'll be," Harry said.

"I know," Draco responded quietly trying not to meet Harry's eyes.

"I'm going to walk away now. Don't follow me, Draco."

"You said my first name now," Draco said with a hint of a smile.

"Don't follow me," Harry warned.

Harry began to walk away again but was immediately stopped when Draco put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Wait, Harry.."

Harry turned around naturally. It was a reflex. "What?"

"Nothing. Just hurry. Leave."

Harry quickly walked away. Soon he was out of Draco's sight. Draco stayed planted in his name spot with moving taking very small breaths.

Harry Potter wanted to help him.

Draco wasn't sure how soon he wanted to be cured.

The End of Chapter 7!

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