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Unseen Love	By : HeyDarlin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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 List
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Warning this is a SLASH fiction male/male pairings. So if you don�t like don�t waste yours and my time by reading it.
It will also contain VIOLENCE from the start but none of it is really graphic until later, this may also be MPREG, but I�m not sure at the moment.
Right now the story is R but in later chapters it will probably be NC17. The NC17 rated chapters will not be posted on ff.net as I don�t want to get kicked off the site but can be found on other websites listed in my bio.
You have been warned.
Also these are revised chapters, most of the original chapters have been incorporated into two revised chapters to make them longer so if you have already reviewed chapters 1 - 16 you can�t review again on the ff.net system but if you want to review you could try and find a chapter that you have not yet reviewed or e-mail me at Sexychick2643609@aol.com

Big Thank-you�s to my wonderful beta�s BlueTribalRose and Serpent Of Light, love you guys.
Disclaimer: I don�t own anything. I know, I was shocked too.

Main Pairings:

Harry / Draco
Sirius / Remus
Hermione / Ron

Hey, er, well. This is my first fanfic, so please tell me what you think.

Chapter 1: As Standard

Harry sat up with a start, looking wildly around his room for anyone or anything that might have disturbed him from his fitful slumber. As his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness of his room he began to make out the familiar but blurry shapes of his desk and old wooden wardrobe. He stuck out his hand, searching his nightstand for his glasses, which he then slid firmly onto his nose.
He breathed a deep sigh of relief when he realized that he was in Dudley�s old play room instead of being trapped within Voldemorts mind again. . He used one of his trembling hands to brush back his raven bangs, pausing as it drifted over his scar, which was burning like mad. He jumped slightly as the cold and sweaty skin came into contact with the searing flesh.
Harry sighed once more and laid back into his flaccid pillow, listening to the low steady hum of the cars as they zoomed past on the road nearby in a never-ending melody.

�Life sucks�

It was official, This had to be by far the worst summer of his whole entire life, including the time when he had blown up his Aunt Marge. He had being having nightmares almost every single night since he had gotten back from Hogwarts, and to be honest he was sick of it.
He hardly slept during the night, his Aunt Petunia kept him doing tedious chores all day, and just as you were thinking that it couldn�t possibly get any worse for Harry you find out that just , all of the Dursley�s were in a foul mood towards him and everyone else in the world because one of Vernon�s get-rich-quicker-than-usual-sales had fallen through�again.

�How could anyone get rich quick by selling drill parts anyway?� Harry wondered.
Harry missed school, he missed his friends, his surrogate family, he missed magic. He couldn�t feel it around him, he missed that little tingle you felt when magic was around, he couldn�t feel it here all the way out in the muggle world and it was making him homesick for Hogwarts.
And what�s more his two best friends had hooked up over the summer. They had realized that they were madly in love and were now dating.

�Well woo bloody hoo.�

Harry had been mad at them for awhile, angry that they were able to get together during the holidays whilst he had to stay with the family from hell - ~for his own protection~- as everyone kept telling him, but it�s quite hard to be mad at someone when you don�t hear from them all summer.

One owl. That�s all he had received from his so-called friends. He had written hundreds of letters at the start of the summer and all he had got back was one measly letter from Ron that was absolutely no use to him whatsoever.

Hey Harry,

You�ll never guess what happened! I asked Hermy out. Ohmygod. Yes, ME asking HER out! And she said YES! WOOHOO! I can�t believe it, I�m so happy I could scream.

Looking forward to seeing you,

Ron

Yeah well, at least someone was happy. He could almost imagine Ron dancing around the Great Hall screaming like a girl; after all, he had done it often enough.
The thought brought a small smile to his lips. Don�t get him wrong, he was pleased for them, but it was hard for him to feel anything but resentment for everyone who was off having a brilliant time during their holidays. Everyone else was able to relax, instead of having to do chores all day and then not being able to bloody sleep at night. �Fucking morons�

Harry sighed again, and peeped over his pillow at his alarm clock, which was blinking a red 12:00 like the VCR downstairs; his clock had never been the same since Dudley had gotten into yet another temper tantrum and had tried to throw it at Harry. Luckily for him Dudley had missed by a good few feet. Harry might have escaped, but the alarm clock had smashed off the bottom of the pastel colored wall and just hadn�t been the same since.
Harry hit the clock as he did every night when he couldn�t sleep, in order to relieve stress, and all but cursed under his breath when he accidentally set the blasted alarm off, the annoyingly loud beeps echoing through the small room.
�Oh Hell.�
Harry grabbed the clock off the nightstand, pressing all the buttons in quick succession, trying anxiously to shut the damned thing up before it woke up the rest of the house.
Harry finally dropped it onto the floor in a final attempt to silence the alarm. Thankfully it worked, and the alarm promptly stopped its infernal bleeping and the room was thrown into an uneasy silence as Harry waited without a sound just to make sure he hadn�t woken any of the Dursley�s up.
He had done this in the first week of the summer and didn�t really want to have to face a half-naked very angry Uncle Vernon at this time in the morning, once was enough to scar him for life, and yet somebody else had already managed to do that. �Fucking Voldemort�

Harry glanced at Hedwig�s cage, which was empty; she was still out hunting so it couldn�t be that late��midnight, maybe a little earlier� Harry guessed.
He turned over in his bed so he was facing the wall and pulled the cheap tacky cream coloured sheets up to his chin, snuggling down in an attempt to get comfy - Aunt Petunia had given him these sheets when he had been first moved into Dudley�s second bedroom in his second year because she was worried the freaks were watching; she found the sheets in the attic. Not that Harry minded; really he couldn�t care less where they came from, at least he was warm�well, kind of. He sighed, once again closing his eyes and burrowing his face down into his poor excuse for a pillow.

�Bored bored bored.�

Harry lay there for a moment trying to practice his Occluemcy, thinking of the basic lessons Snape had taught him before his professor had stopped giving him after the ~incident~ as he had named it. After a while though he just gave up he was far too tired to concentrate properly and it never seemed to work anyway. He was still plagued by nightmares and visions, so what was the point in trying?
He finally pulled himself out of the folds of the bed sheets, standing shakily and yawning, stretching his arms up and tipping his head back to ease out the cricks in his neck before he moved over to the window, pushing on the pane of glass until it was open enough for the cool night air to filter into the musty room.
Harry stood at the window dressed in only a pair of worn black boxers and an oversized plain white shirt, gazing into the black beyond, noting to himself how relaxing it was just to sit and stare at the stars. He always felt a bit tense after one of his nightmares, so stargazing was a great way for him to relieve some of his pent up tension.
After a minute or so Harry noticed a large white dot against the black of the sky (which isn�t unusual for someone who is stargazing), and he was about to look away and think no more of it when he saw that it was actually moving towards the open window at quite a high speed.
Harry pulled back from the window swiftly, just in time to watch Hedwig glide elegantly into the room and settle on his desk, ruffling her feathers as she did so. Harry looked her over, not really expecting a letter, but he still got that same sinking feeling right in the pit of his stomach when he saw that the only thing Hedwig was transporting was one very dead mouse.
�Have fun?� he asked her without much enthusiasm, strolling sleepily over to the desk before reaching up a hand to begin stroking her feathers.
Hedwig gave a reassuring hoot, stretched her wings, and flew onto the top of the oak wardrobe out of reach of Harry fingers. Her only thoughts were on the freshly caught mouse residing in her sharp talons.
Harry put his glasses back onto the nightstand and climbed back into his bed marvelling at how warm the flimsy sheets were, he hadn�t even noticed the room had gotten so cold with the window flung wide open. So much for the summer bloody holidays.
Harry burrowed under the covers, trying to get as warm as possible the cold air beginning to drift under gaps in the sheets making him shiver. He watched through sleep filled eyes as Hedwig began to devour her newly caught mouse. Gradually, his eyelids began to flutter closed and he was once again claimed by sleep.

Another terrific day in the Great World of the Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry Bloody Potter.

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�BOY.� Uncle Vernon bellowed up the stairs.
Harry winced at the tone of his voice. �S too early in the morning� he thought as he groggily turned over in his bed, pulling the covers more firmly around him, tucking his feet under the ends of sheet, and covering his head with his pillow, trying to block out his uncle�s voice and the sunlight that was invading his room through the glass pane in his wall. He definitely was not a morning person.
�BOY, KITCHEN NOW.�
Harry almost fell out of his bed when he heard his uncle shout again, normally he only yelled once as he claimed he �didn�t want to give himself a sore throat� since he would be �talking to important clients all day�. �Yeah right more like talking to the mirror in his office�

�I�m coming.� he called to the closed door, hoping it would shut his uncle up for a bit, or at least keep him quiet until he had time to wake up properly.
�Stupid man, what time does he call this,� he muttered as he kicked back his sheets till they were pooled in a heap at the bottom of the bed.
He glanced at the empty space where his alarm clock had been and before he even had time to wonder where the hell it was, he began to shake as the cool morning air hit his exposed skin causing to turn into a mound of goosepimples.
�Friggin hell it�s cold.�
Harry sat up on the bed and turned so his feet were on the floor rubbing his eyes to get rid of the sleep in them. He reached out with his right hand, searching once again for his glasses, and when the world finally came into focus he managed to heave himself off the bed, and padded towards the open window rubbing his bare arms with his hands trying to get the blood circulating once more and get rid of the goosepimples.

�YEOW,� Harry howled looking down at the floor to see what had caused him to injure his poor foot. Lying there on the floor were the remains of a very broken alarm clock. The 12:00 had finally stopped blinking; it looked like it had beeped its last.
He kicked it out the way with his good foot, muttering and then wincing as he put his weight back onto the other foot. Harry hopped the rest of the way to the window, shutting it with a rather loud �bang.�
�BOY, ARE YOU UP YET.�
Another shout echoed from downstairs, Harry flopped down onto the carpet underneath the window and began massaging his sore foot not liking the reddish colour it had gone.
�Stupid clock.� Harry uttered glaring at the remnants of his old alarm clock.
�BOY, NOW.�
Harry jumped, narrowly missing the windowsill in his fright. He pulled himself to his feet or in this case his foot and set off downstairs still clad in his nightclothes not really caring about what his uncle would say.
Harry shuffled his way down the stairs, stopping on the bottom step to give a loud yawn and stretch his arms over his head again, his shirt rising up just enough so that you could actually see the bottoms of his black boxers, which up until now had been hidden by Dudley�s old shirt.
With all that done, Harry jumped down the last step, the floorboards creaking in a weak protest as he landed in the same spot that Dudley always did when he thundered down the stairs everyday.
Harry could hear the conversation in the kitchen drop to a whisper as the Dursleys heard his approach and grinned to himself. �They think I actually give a shit�

As he entered the kitchen the conversation ceased altogether and was replaced by knowing looks and glances thrown between the three Dursleys, who were sitting around a circular dining table, each with an empty plate sitting in front of them to which Harry gave a small frown. �They cooked their own breakfast for once�

With a shrug of his shoulders Harry walked over to the kitchen sink suppressing the urge to squeal because the floor tiles were bloody cold against his bare feet, and began to wash the pots and pans his aunt had left out for him clean. This, as Harry had suspected, resulted in a series of icy glares from each of the rooms� occupants. �If they can make their own breakfast they can sure as hell bring their own plates over here for me to wash�

Harry dropped the dishes into a tub of hot soapy water causing it to splash all over him and the work surface. With the pots in the tub and a rare smile on his face Harry began to scrub the pots, creating as much noise as possible to drown out Dudley, who was making rather sickening grunting noises as he shovelled an abandoned piece of toast into his mouth. Harry was in a rather giddy mood this morning �must have something to do with the lack of sleep� so just to piss Petunia off even more than throwing soapy water all over her kitchen, Harry began adding liberal amounts of washing up liquid to the pans, smiling as he saw Petunia purse her thin lips in disapproval.
�Well, I�m off.� Harry turned his head, his hands still stuck in the sink, and watched as Vernon rose from the table. He was wearing grey pants with a purple shirt and jacket, and a red tie! He looked a right sight, but Harry said nothing as Vernon pulled his serviette out from under his numerous chins and gave Petunia a small peck on the cheek before moving round the table, ruffling Dudley�s hair as he passed.
�That�s my boy.�
Dudley opened his mouth to answer, which only resulted in him beginning to choke on the toast, which had gone down the wrong way. �how thick can you get� Harry wondered turning his attention back to the pots in the sink �even Snape can�t speak and swallow at the same time, and that�s saying something� Harry shook his head, getting all thought of school (even if they were thoughts of Snape) out of his head. Harry still had another week and a half of torment left. It was Tuesday now and he didn�t go back to school till next Friday so that was��11 days�, Harry inwardly groaned, he was sick of this place, and already his giddy mood was beginning to fade rapidly.
Vernon by this time was at the kitchen door, e was about to go into the hallway when he stopped and turned to look at where Harry was quietly washing up scowling down at his hands �freak�.

�Boy.�
�Here we go.� Harry muttered under his breath. He pulled his hands out of the tub of water and emptied it down the sink. Grabbing a tea towel from next to the microwave he turned to face his uncle, wiping his hands on the tea towel as he did so.
Vernon stood in the doorway his chest puffed out in an unsuccessful attempt to try and make himself look intimidating, but this put together with his uncle�s sense of fashion created a rather funny combination and Harry burst out laughing.
The whole room went a deathly silent as Harry laughed probably for the first time the whole holiday. He had been moody, depressed, angry, upset, and everything but happy; even Dudley had stopped eating for a few seconds to stare at the freak.
Vernon�s face turned a blotchy red as he stared at Harry his mouth hanging open slightly. Vernon shut his mouth with a small click moved his eyes away from Harry as he straightened his tie.
�Any trouble from you boy,� his uncle announced, it seemed like Vernon had decided to ignore Harry�s rather disturbing interruption.
�And you won�t eat for a week.�
Every day since the start of the summer holidays Uncle Vernon had come up with some new threat to try and make Harry behave himself. The thing is Vernon actually thought it worked as Harry hadn�t really done anything stupid or magically related since he got back, but Harry had heard it all before, so he just neutralized his expression and tried to ignore the look of complete loathing his Uncle was staring at him with.
�Understand, boy.�
�Yes sir,� Harry said, flashing Vernon one of his winning smiles before turning his attention back to the wet dishes on the side of the sink. Harry for some reason was happy today, he couldn�t quite place what it was but he had this little feeling that somehow things were about to get a lot better.
After a few seconds pause Vernon headed into the hallway, grabbed his coat from one of the hooks next to the front door and departed, shutting the door behind him with a loud bang just so everyone would know he had indeed left the house and wasn�t loitering in the hallway.
Back in the kitchen the three occupants had lapsed into an uneasy silence that was broken a few seconds later by Dudley who belched rather loudly, earning him a smile from his mother.
�The Polkisses are picking you up today, aren�t they sweetheart?�
Dudley gave a small grunt and leaned back in his chair, which was groaning with all his weight. Petunia just smiled again picking a napkin up from the table and dabbing Dudley�s fact with it.
Dudley gave a small grunt of protest and was about to say something when a car horn sounded outside. The kitchen�s three occupants turned their heads in the direction of the front door.
�You�re such a popular boy, where are they taking you today?�
Dudley shrugged his huge shoulders.
�Are you off then �Duddykins�?�
Dudley just nodded, and after a bit of a struggle with the chair managed to get up from the table. Petunia sighed with contentment and rose from the table, ushering a waddling Dudley in the general direction of the front door. Before she went into the hallway she turned back to Harry just as Vernon had done.
�I�m going out, don�t touch anything, once you have finished your chores just go up to your room and stay there. Clear.�
Harry nodded. Another bang of the front door and he was alone. He put the dish he had been drying into the cupboard and threw the tea towel back on the kitchen top.
�Sod it,� Harry said to no-one, and with that Harry turned and walked out of the kitchen. He climbed the stairs and went into his room, shutting the door behind him before falling onto his bed and pulling the covers up over his head, ready to catch up on some much needed sleep.

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