Inside Your Mind

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they are all purely J.K. Rowling’s brilliance.

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Chapter Ten - Secrets Revealed


The next few wepasspassed uneventfully, and the second week of October brought about the year’s first trip to Hogsmeade. The two upper classes of Hogwarts spent the day walking around, on a mission to find the perfect costumes. That morning, Dumbledore had announced that there was to be a masquerade ball in the Great Hall on October 31st, only for the sixth and seventh years. They were all buzzing with excitement, crowding the shops in the town.

Ron was slowly becoming accustomed to the idea that not all Slytherins were complete bastards, which was probably why it was okay that Harry and Draco were currently sitting at a table in the Three Broomsticks accompanied by the redhead, Hermione, Seamus, Blaise, Ginny, Dean and Neville.

:Aren’t you worried that people will see you sitting with Gryffindors?: Harry asked in concern, but not without a hint of mockery.

:Potter, how many times do I have to tell you to worry about something else?: was the reply of an exasperated Slytherin who had obviously heard this question before.

:What else do I have to worry-: The movement of Harry’s mouth ceased and emerald eyes widened and darkened as the blonde’s slim hand slowly traveled up the inside of his thigh.

:Malfoy!: he hissed. :Stop it.:

:Why, I have no idea what you’re talking about, Potter.: Draco said innocently.

:You know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about.: The sharpness of Harry’s words was blurred by the brief closing of his eyes.

:You must be imagining things.: Draco said dismissively, all the while tracing light circles on Harry’s thigh.

Having had quite enough teasing, he grabbed that maddening hand and roughly moved it slightly upward to show Draco just what effect he was having on him.

:Now: the Gryffindor whispered dangerously. :Unless you want me to throw you down on this table and have my way with you right now, right here, I suggest you stop.:

The blonde’s eyes widened and he gulped audibly. :Actually, that sounds rather good: he said breathlessly.

Harry rolled his eyes. :Yes, I admit it’s tempting, but I highly doubt your father would think so when it’s all over The Daily Prophet.: he said pointedly.

Draco sighed and removed his hand, grudgingly admitting that Potter was right. As fun as it would be to scar Weasley for life, having a picture of him and Harry shagging on the front page of The Daily Prophet probably wasn’t the brightest idea. He rather fancied being alive.

“Harry! Malfoy!” Seamus said loudly. Two heads snapped up at the sound of the Irish boy’s voice.

“Care to join the conversation?” Blaise asked cheerfully. Draco glared at him, and he just grinned back, for he had known the blonde for far too long to be threatened by a simple glare.

“Was there something you needed?” Draco snapped.

”Harry,” Hermione said carefully. “Would you happen to know why Professor Snape and Lupin are so close to each other?”

“Or better yet, within fifty feet of each other voluntarily?” Ron put in.

The others at the table looked in the direction of Ron and Hermione’s gazes to find Snape and Lupin seated across from one another, leaning over the table so that their faces were only inches apart.

The four who were currently informed of the two professors’ present ‘situation’ promptly choked on their butterbeer.

“Um, no,” Harry spluttered, somehow not quite convincingly. Hermione raised an eyebrow, and Zabini and Finnigan.

“I know why,’ Seamus said mischievously.

“SEAMUS FINNIGAN, don’t you dare!”

“So do I,” Blaise added, just as slyly.

“BLAISE ZABINI, I am warning you!”

But their protests were a waste of breath, seeing as the entire table had now turned their attention to the grinning pair, but the two were silent for the moment, enjoying their momentary power over the group.

“So…” Ginny prodded.

“Right.” Blaise continued. “Well, it would seem that those two are something of an item.”

Harry gasped in disbelief. “How incredibly…Slytherin of you,” he comment, almost sounding awed.

“Why thank you,” Blaise grinned.

Meanwhile, four mouths hung open and their owners sat aghast for several moments.

“Snape’s gay?!” Ron yelped. “Wait…Lupin’s gay?!?!” He turned to Hermione, who was the only person who hadn’t been previously informed that wasn’t frozen. She was sitting calmly, sipping her butterbeer. “Why are you always so fucking calm?” he yelped.

“Oh, please, like you couldn’t tell they were gay,” she said offhandedly.

“Well, not all of us are blessed by being as mind-bendingly intelligent as you, you’ll have to forgive us,” he said sarcastically.

“I forgave you a long time ago, Ron,” she replied, a tad too sweetly. Draco laughed appreciatively at this. The bushy-haired Gryffindor continued before Ron could fully catch the insult in her words. “Harry, were Remus and Sirius together?”

Oh why the fuck not, he thought in defeat while contemplating whether or not to lie. “Yes,” he replied simply.

“Sirius too? Is everyone gay now or something??” Ron asked, obviously in distress.

Draco snorted. “Weasley, I don’t think you want me to answer that.” Harry, Seamus, and Blaise grinned at this. Ron looked around suspiciously. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Nothing, nothing.” The blonde changed the subject by sending what would have to be a millionth death glare in Blaise and Seamus’ direction.

“I’m never telling you two anything again,” Draco said angrily. “You obviously can’t keep a secret.”

Blaise opened his mouth to retort, but Seamus laid a hand on his arm. “Let me,” he said. Noting the glint in his boyfriend’s bright blue eyes, the dark-haired Slytherin nodded.

“So we can’t keep a secret? Huh. You know, that’s pretty interesting. Blaise, I think we know one more secret, don’t we?” he asked, looking at the brunette for confirmation. Blaise nodded, a wicked glint that mirrored his boyfriend’s appearing in his eyes. “Why yes Seamus, I believe we do,” he said conversationally, and Harry and Draco’s eyes widened.

“And since we so obviously can’t keep a secret, I think we should prove Draco right and let that one out as well, don’t you?” He received a second nod.

“What in Merlin’s name are you going on about?” Ginny asked.

“Nothing, he’s just fucking with you,” Draco said, a little too quickly for Ginny’s liking, and Hermione smirked.

“No,” Ginny said, shaking her head slowly. “I think they know something else,” she commented, eyes narrowed.

The smirking couple just noddeheadhead towards Harry and Draco, who were sitting very still, the word fuck chanting simultaneously in their minds.

“Look under the table,” Seamus stage-whispered, and since Harry and Draco were too shocked by the fact that Seamus and Blaise were actually doing this to them to comprehend the words that were being said, did not have time to unclasp their joined hands before the other occupants of the able saw them.

“Oh sweet Merlin,” Ginny breathed, and Dean and Neville echoed her, until she blurted, “That is so fucking hot.” The entire table stared at the younger Weasley until Ron spoke up.

“HARRY, WHAT THEhe rhe rest of Ron’s outraged statement was cut off by Hermione’s smart decision to put a silencing spell on him.

“Finnigan, you absolute fuckwit, I’m going to fuckinrangrangle you!!” An extremely pissed off blonde Slytherin had reached across the table and was about to wrap his arms around Seamus’s neck, before having a much more entertaining thought.

“On second thought,” he hissed evilly. “We know a secret too, don’t we, Harry?”

Harry, who had been banging his head against the table, looked up at the sound of Draco’s voice. It took him a moment to comprehend what Draco meant, but when he did, he grinned conspiringly. “We do,” he said, and the two glared at Seamus and Blaise, who were now the ones looking at them with wide eyes. “Please don’t,” they pleaded.

The blonde snorted. “Please don’t??? You just told this entire table about me and Harry without so much as a guilty glance, and you expect me to give in to you?” The pleading pair turned their eyes to Harry, who they knew was less harsh than Draco. But Harry just smirked. They sighed and looked down at the table, defeated.

“These two guys have been dating since the beginning of fifth year.” Gasps were heard all around, even frommionmione, although hers was more out of shock that there was something she hadn’t figured out than out of actual shock.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Hermione spoke. “Ron, I will take this spell off you if, and only if, you promise not to scream.” The redhead nodded quickly. She removed the spell and Ron took his time in giving each of the boys involved in the recently revealed relationships a weary glance. “So this is why we’re sitting with Slytherins,” he said dully. “I’d been wondering.”

Evidently, this was just the statement needed to break the tension and shock, for Ginny began laughing, because the statement was just so utterly Ron. Dean joined in, then Neville, and pretty soon the whole table was laughing. Wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, Harry looked at his best friend. “Ron?” he asked uncertainly. Weasley took one look at his friend’s face and knew his concern. He sighed before saying, somewhat reluctantly. “It’s fine, Harry. I will never understand it, but if you’re happy, then I’m okay.” He turned to Malfoy. “I swear if you ever hurt him you will regret the day you were born.”

Although it would take much more than a simple statement for a Malfoy to actually admit to feeling threatened by a Weasley, Draco did not doubt the truth in his statement. “Don’t worry,” he smirked. “I won’t hurt Golden Boy.” H sma smacked him on the arm. “Ow!” Draco cried indignantly. “You deserve it,” Harry grumbled.

“Well, while we’re all telling secrets here,” Ron continued, “Hermione and I are dating.” No one even blinked, and Draco turned to his boyfriend. “They weren’t already together?” Harry nodded sadly. Draco turned to the blushing couple. “You two are fucking idiots if it took you until this year to get together.” Weasley opened his mouth to retort before he saw his girlfriend nodding in agreement with Malfoy’s statement. “You liked me before this year?” he asked in amazement. Everyone just sighed, not responding.

The group finished their drinks in silence, taking in everything they had learned in one simple trip to Hogsmeade.

”Well, Hermione finally said, “As fun as this was, it’s time to get back.” They all stood and walked out, each in their own little groups.

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“It’s too bad we didn’t find any good costumes this trip,” the blonde said when he and Harry were back in the privacy of their room, not noticing the predatory look on his boyfriend’s face. “Maybe next weekend-“

He was cut off by Harry pushing him down onto the couch and kissinm rom roughly while straddling his hips. Draco moaned into the kiss and pulled Harry down on top of him so that they were chest to chest. The Gryffindor broke the kiss and dragged Draco into his bedroom where he threw him down onto the bed and began kissing him again. “You know,” he commented while removing Draco’s shirt, “that wasn’t very nice what you did, teasing me in the middle of the Three Broomsticks like that.” He began planting kisses on each piece of exposed skin. “So I think that it’s your turn to be teased.”

Draco was far too gone to hear anything Harry said, but he caught the other boy’s meaning when Harry’s hand rested as lightly as possible on a part of Draco that would have so loved to be touched by more than the light caresses Harry was giving him. He lay there for a few seconds, being tortured, before muttering, “Oh Merlin, fuck this,” and flipping Harry onto his back. Harry’s shirt was quickly thrown onto the floor, along with his and Draco’s pants, and Draco lay taut against him, kissing him hard and deep. They laid there kissing for a few minutes before Draco lightly ground his hips against Harry, and both moaned as sparks of electricity coursed through both their bodies. The raven-haired boy retaliated by grinding back, but a lot harder. This halted any movement from either of them for a minute, as each felt completely boneless at the sudden pleasure that had attacked their bodies. Draco, who had done this before countless times, had never felt so completely melted, so we can only imagine how Harry, who had never done anything like this, had felt. This went on for minutes before Harry broke their kisses and looked straight up into Draco’s beautiful silver eyes. He could see the lust and desire that lay there, and knew it mirrored his own. He kissed Draco softly before looking into those eyes again and murmuring,

“Draco?”

“Hmmm?” was the reply from a blonde who felt too good to bother with words.

The Gryffindor took a deep breath. “I’m ready.”