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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Series, First_Time, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Incest
  Collections:
      Ink_Stained_Fingers
  Stats:
      Published: 2004-08-08 Words: 2201
****** Unspeakable Passions ******
by Hake Balms [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     HD’s 6th year. HP accidentally finds out about DM’s ungodly past, but
     can they work it out and be together? Or is HP hiding a secret too?
     They try to keep their love a secret, but will the secret last? What
     will others do when they find out? HD Slash!
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
     the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an
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Unspeakable Passions




  ~~~ Unspeakable Passions ~~~

  ~~ Author's Note ~~ I do not own the characters; they belong to J. K.
  Rowling. This is the first time I have ever writing a slash story. I hope
  it's somewhat good. Please Read and Review -- whether good or bad- so I know
  where I stand. I have also planned out that this story will be the first of
  many. I plan on writing a little series called `The Uninvited Love.' So far I
  have this story planned out, plus the next, which will be called `Unforeseen
  Darkness'!

  ~~ Rated R for ~~ violence, slash, rape, and so on

  ~~ Summary ~~ HD's 6th year. HP accidentally finds out about DM's ungodly
  past, but can they work it out and be together? Or is HP hiding a secret too?
  They try to keep their love a secret, but will the secret last? What will
  others do when they find out? HD Slash!

  ~~ Chapter One ~~

  ~ Silver Dreams ~

  Harry had gone upstairs for bed an hour before everyone else so he could work
  on his Transfiguration homework, but now all of his roommates were in their
  beds sleeping. Harry looked down at his homework to see if what he just wrote
  had made any sense. It did not, but it was good enough for the time being. I
  really do not understand this stuff anymore. Maybe if I am lucky Hermione
  will let me copy her paper in the morning. But that will never happen. His
  eyelids started to become very heavy, all he wanted to do was to close his
  eyes and just doze off. He slammed his book shut and then proceeded to throw
  it and his homework on the floor next to his bed. He reached up and grabbed
  his red curtains to so he could shut them.

  He laid himself onto his bed and stared up into the darkness. Now that he was
  lying down he did not feel tired anymore. He knew he had to sleep though; he
  needed to sleep for the Quidditch match that he had to play the next morning.
  But he just could not bring himself to sleep. A loud snore from Neville or
  Ron irrupted into the room.

  Ron. He has no clue of how wonderful his life is. He has a family that loves
  him, he knows who he is and what he wants to be, he has got the best
  girlfriend in the entire school, he has everything I want. Everything. I wish
  I could have a family, a real family. Even if they did not really like me
  they would still be my family, just as long as they were alive. I would give
  anything just to know my parents, just to touch them, to hug them, to talk to
  them, just to even look at them would be a dream come true.

  I have never been as lucky as Ron had been. Ron has a family that he can
  confine in, but what do I have? Nothing. Sure I have Ron and Hermione but I
  could never be completely truthful with them. For not only do they have each
  other they have their families also, but I do not have a person in the world.
  Not one. Instead of having a loving, caring childhood I got locked under the
  staircase and got to be the Dursley's slave because Voldemort had killed my
  family.

  The thing that is most upsetting is that Ron was jealous of me. Ron wanted to
  be famous like me, to be a great Quidditch player, to be the `it' guy, to
  have money. I am only famous because my parents were murdered and then
  Voldemort tried to kill me but I lived. Who would want to be known for that?
  Your parents get murdered, you get a scar, and for the rest of your life
  you're the boy who lived. The girls only want me because I am famous; I only
  have money because my parents died. Why? Why had all of this had to happen to
  him? What did he do that was so horrible to deserve the life he received?

  As Harry gazed into the darkness a single tear rolled down his cheek. He was
  now 16 years of age and cried himself to sleep over the loss of his
  godfather, Sirius. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone.

  "Stupid chicken!!! Get back in that barn!!"

  Harry couldn't help but to laugh. Hearing Seamus' Irish voice shout out in
  the night like that always seemed to cheer him up. He rolled over at looked
  at the clock next to his bed it read midnight. He was anxious to play the
  Quidditch match the following morning, but if he didn't get any sleep he
  won't get to play. I can't wait to see Malfoy's face when I beat him again.

  Malfoy. He has such beautiful perfect creamy white skin. I have only seen him
  smile a few times, but he looks drop dead gorgeous when he does. Draco's eyes
  are like the rippling water; a soft blue but yet sharp and ridged. When you
  look into them you can see no emotion, no feeling, just deep pools of
  darkness. Except when he smiles they brighten up and are loving and inviting.
  His hair looks so soft, I wonder if it feels soft too. He usually has a sweet
  smell of apples or vanilla. All in all he just has such elegant yet simple
  beauty. Wait. Did I just say Malfoy is beautiful? Okay...I definitely need to
  go to sleep.

  He was always a prick to Ron and Hermione. Then again, Draco usually comes up
  to me to talk but they just seem to get in the way every time. Why couldn't
  they just leave me alone for once? Everywhere I go they are always following
  me, watching me. It's not like I am just going to fall over dead or
  something. I mean I can definitely take care of myself. I have beaten
  Voldemort four times, not counting when I was a baby.

  Harry rolled over and buried his face into his pillow. He decided that since
  he could not fall asleep he would go for a walk. He picked up his
  Invisibility cloak, looked around the room at his classmates. They all looked
  so peaceful and safe. Harry wished that he could be that carefree. He knew
  that within a couple of years their lives and hundreds of others would be in
  his hands. All he had to do was kill Voldemort. Easily said but definitely
  not done. He looked at them, watched them, he could not help but to love
  them. Knowing that their hopes, dreams and everything that will happen in
 their lives depending on him was starting to become to much.

  He gazed at them all for one last time, listening to them breath deeply and
  hear Seamus mumble something about rubber chickens and then left. He could
  not take looking at them. All it brought was sadness to his heart. He hated
  the fact that their lives depended on him. What if he was to fail? What if
  Voldemort won? What would happen to the rest of the world, to his friends
  here at Hogwarts?

  Harry comprehend that he needed to stop thinking and start walking. As he
  walked down the stairs he realized that he needed to walk quieter, so no one
  could hear him. He did not know where he was heading or what he was doing but
  he soon found himself down in the Entrance Hallway.

  He saw a familiar beautiful boy standing in front of the front doors. He had
  silver blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and a look of disapproval on his face.
  That boy could be no other than Draco Malfoy. Harry wondered why Draco was
  down here at this time of night. What could he possibly be up to now?

  But something seemed wrong with Draco. He kept looking around nervously. He
  kept glancing down at his watch and tapping his foot. He was acting as though
  he was waiting for something or someone. At that time the front doors opened
  and Pansy Parkinson walked in.

  "Finally. I thought you would never come back. You know I do have to go to
  sleep tonight. You know for the Quidditch match tomorrow," Draco said with a
  sigh.

  "Sorry. I did not mean to waste your perfect time. On something so
  unimportant. Besides it is not like you guys are going to win anyway. Harry
  has always won." She replied nastily.

  "Not always."

  "Besides that one time when the dementor attacked him."

  "All I am saying is that it took you long enough." Draco snarled at her.

  "Well, next time you can just do it yourself. I am tired of doing all of your
  dirty work Draco and half the time I do not even understand what I am doing,
  but I do it anyway, for you. So next time you can just bugger off."

  "Oh, Shut up you silly little girl. You will do as I say girl, otherwise
  there will be punishments." Draco said half-heartedly.

  "Sure. That's what you think and by the way, what kind of punishments are we
  talking about?" She said as she ran her hand through his silky blonde hair.
  Pansy got up on her tiptoes and kiss Draco. Draco gave an evil smile.

  He bent down a bit so she did not have to stand on her tiptoes. Draco reached
  his arm around her and laid it on her hips. She looked up at him and
  whispered something into his ear. He rolled his eyes at her and she started
  to giggle. Draco kissed her again but this time it was a more forceful kiss.
  He shoved her up against the wall, pinning her. She grabbed his hair and
  moaned.

  Harry had to turn away. The sight sickened Harry. He could feel anger rush
  through his veins. All Harry wanted at that moment was to be in Malfoy's arms
  the way that Pansy was. To hold him, to kiss him, to whisper little nothings
  into his ear, to love that beautiful man. Jealousy was rushing through him he
  wanted to be with Draco. He could bear to look at them anymore he had to
  leave. Harry stormed out of the Entrance Hall and was on his way back to the
  Gryffindor common room.

  Why am I feeling so angry? I mean I do not like Malfoy. Do I? I mean I have
  always known he was attractive and everything but I have never...well...fell
  for him. But...but.... I am not...gay. No matter what all has happened. I am
  not gay. I cannot be. Well...maybe I am. I did let them do that. Okay.... I
  have got to stop thinking about that. I mean I have liked plenty of girls,
  well somewhat.

  Harry reached the portrait of the fat lady, slipped the Invisibility cloak
  off and barked "lemon drops" at her. The Fat Lady gave him a bad look but she
  let him in but not after telling him off. He stormed himself up the stairs
  towards his room. As he went into his room he slammed the door shut. He could
  hear Seamus mumble something and realized that he was being a little loud. He
  went over to his bed and threw himself down on it.

  Okay. I am going nuts. I really need to go to sleep. I mean I must be losing
  my mind. I mean I cannot like.... Like... Malfoy. It's just so deranged. Of
  all people, Draco? Maybe it is his whole bad boy image, his darkness, or
  something like that. The way he did not let anybody in, the way he did not
  show emotion. I wonder if that is really him. Or if he is acting like
  somebody else. But then again his father is just the same. Maybe his father
  raised him to be like that. To never let his emotions get the better side of
  him, to never let anybody in, and to always keep his guard up.

  Malfoy and his father did share a lot of traits. They both had silvery blonde
  hair, those deep mysterious memorizing eyes, and their stunningly good looks.
  No wonder why every girl and most guys who laid eyes on him had fallen
  absolutely in love with him. He is in everybody's fantasies. Now he is even
  in my fantasies.

  Harry stared up into the darkness that surrounded him. He glanced over at the
  cloak that was sitting on his bedside table; it now read one in the morning.
  Damn I need to go to sleep. The game against Slytherin will be in about
  eleven hours. I need to go to sleep; if I do not then there will be no way
  that I will be able to play in tomorrow's game.

  He rolled over and buried his face into his pillow. He laid there for a
  moment and let his mind wonder over to Draco, before letting his eyes finally
  shut. He finally allowed himself to sleep and to dream of the beautiful
  silver haired boy.
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