Who Knew

Harry was hugging Draco’s naked body from behind, absentmindedly grazing Draco’s arm, while Draco stared at the wall across the way, smiling at the tenderness. Neither wanted to move, as memories of what they just did continued playing in their minds. The room was quiet except for the tiny breaths coming from them.

“Tell me something about your father,” Harry softly said, breaking the silence.

“Like what?”

Harry shrugged, “I don’t know. You don’t really speak about him much.”

“I know.”

“So tell me something.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Okay, then answer me this. Are the rumors true?”

“Depends on the rumors.”

Harry smirked, knowing Draco was deliberately trying to avoid talking about his family life. “It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about him if you don’t want to. I was just curious.”

Draco closed his eyes, when he felt the goose bumps form on his arm from Harry’s touch. He softly moaned, loving the gentle touch. He was not one to be so open about his home life, yet somehow Harry brought out this side of him that made him want to talk. “No,” he whispered so low that Harry could barely hear.

“What was that, love?”

Draco turned toward him and lifted up his hand, brushing away the fallen strands of Harry’s hair from around his face. “No, the rumors are not true,” he answered.

Harry smiled, “I didn’t think they were.”

“In fact, he’s so family-oriented, that the thought of harming me or my mother is absurd.”

“Do you ever get upset that he’s a Death Eater?”

Draco shrugged, “It’s what I know of him.”

“And he’s never tried to convert you to his ways?”

Draco laughed at the question. “He’d probably kill me first, if I ever did.”

“So is that why he told Snape to bring you to the Order?”

“He was so furious when he found out what I almost did last year. He knew he had to protect me somehow from the Dark Lord and the other Death Eaters,” Draco explained.

“So, exactly how much does your father know about the Order? Or more importantly, about Snape?”

Draco took a deep breath, knowing this was going to be difficult to explain. “He knows Snape is a spy for the Order.”

Harry’s mouth dropped, shocked by the realization. “And he hasn’t tried to kill him? Or run off and warn Voldemort?”

“I know it sounds ridiculous, and I’ll deny it if it ever gets out,” Draco sighed, “but the truth is, my father is a petrified man. He may look like an altogether, strong-minded person, but it’s all just a charade. Inside he’s a frightened little boy, not able to escape his dreaded life.

“He did believe in the cause at first, but over the years he began to see the Dark Lord for who he really was and it scared him. He became very good friends with Snape during that time, which allowed them both to remain sane within the group. Through the years, they both maintained a tight bond and knew they would always have each other’s backs if needed.

“Snape and my father knew they both didn’t want to be there anymore. They discussed it many nights, especially when they would go on missions together. My father was always very adamant about going on missions with Snape, too, for fear that he would eventually break down to some unknowing Death Eater and be killed,” Draco paused and took a deep breath, feeling a lump start to form in his throat at the thought of his father dead.

Harry gave him a tight squeeze, knowing that his lover needed to feel comforted at the moment. Draco smiled at him, grateful for his understanding and loving touch. Harry leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips. He backed away and smiled, letting him know it was okay to continue. Draco took in another deep breath, before continuing.

“When Snape turned spy, he went to my father and told him to go back to the Order with him, but unfortunately, my father was not as strong as Snape and was scared the Dark Lord would find out. Snape had even taught him Occlumency, but he was still too petrified to do anything. Father eventually came to the conclusion that this would forever be his life. He realized he would never be free from the Dark Lord, so instead of wallowing in it, he just accepted it,” Draco finished.

“Wow,” Harry gasped, when he knew the story had ended. “I can’t believe that about your father. He…wow,” he said again, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’ve really painted him in a whole new light for me.”

Draco lowered his head and blushed. He had never told anyone about his father, not even Blaise. He was very surprised that he could talk so openly about him to Harry, and was glad for it. He suddenly looked up at Harry and smirked. “Well I guess now you know something about him.”

Harry smiled, as he leaned over and gave Draco a gentle peck on his lips, holding him tighter. He felt so content with him in his arms that he never wanted to let go.

“Are you scared about what people are going to think?” Draco suddenly asked.

“You mean about us?” Harry questioned, as he leaned in closer, nibbling on his lover’s ear, feeling his arousal return after Draco opened up about his father. “A little,” he truthfully answered, before softly whispering in his ear, “but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop loving you.”

Draco closed his eyes, when Harry’s warm breath filled his ear. “Mm, Harry,” he moaned, feeling his own sexual appetite coming back.

Harry smiled, as he left Draco’s ear and moved down his neck. “I love hearing my name sound from your lips,” he softly whispered, as he kissed that one spot on Draco’s neck he knew was his weakness.

Draco gasped, when Harry made his way toward the spot he could never resist. He arched his back, when he felt Harry’s strong hands softly roam his naked body, gliding them over his bare chest and nipples, teasing him a bit.

Draco let out a little growl, before quickly rolling Harry over. He forgot they were still on the couch and had dropped them both to the floor, with Harry on his back and him on top. They both chuckled, as they looked over at the couch.

“It was in the way anyway,” Draco smirked, as he propped himself up, so he wasn’t crushing his lover, but still straddling him.

He leaned in closer to Harry’s neck and playfully nipped at it. When he heard him moan in pleasure, Draco pushed their naked chests closer together and firmly pressed his mouth on Harry’s. With his tongue gliding over Harry’s lips, begging for entry, Harry happily welcomed it by opening his mouth. Their tongues fell in step, as they moved to the rhythm of their suddenly increasing breaths.

“I want you so bad,” Harry groaned, thrusting his hips up.

Draco smiled, as he again returned to Harry’s neck, playfully biting it. He then lowered his kisses along his bare chest, flicking his tongue over both nipples. He stopped kissing him and watched Harry’s chest rise and fall fast, recognizing his breaths were getting much shallower. He looked at Harry and smirked, wanting to tease him a bit more.

Harry’s body began to quiver, when he realized what he was doing. “Draco, please,” he begged, as he stared into his lover’s eyes.

Draco licked his lips, as he again looked down at the Gryffindor’s naked body, playfully running his hands over his stomach. He looked over into Harry’s pleading eyes and smiled, knowing he was eagerly waiting for him to continue. He then leaned over and kissed Harry’s lips. He had waited long enough.

Draco quickly reached for his wand and cast the lubrication spell, knowing it had finally disappeared from their first time. After they were both prepared, he slid his cock toward Harry’s entrance and stared over at him. “Tell me if it hurts,” he demanded, knowing that he had to be a little sore from earlier.

Harry took a deep breath and nodded, understanding his concerns. “I will,” he agreed.

Draco slowly pushed through, hearing the familiar hiss sound from his lover’s lips. He stopped for a brief moment, waiting for Harry to relax himself, before he continued. “Fuck, Harry,” Draco gasped, when he felt the boy’s warm cavity take him all the way in.

Harry flinched a little, still feeling a bit of the sting from earlier. He clenched his teeth and held his breath, not wanting to tell him to stop. He wanted Draco inside him more than anything and he was not going to let a little pain stop him from getting it.

Draco studied Harry’s face, aware that he was trying to hide his pain. He smirked, knowing his lover too much. Not wanting to hurt him anymore than he already was, he slowly moved inside, lightly caressing his hands over the boy’s body as he did.

“Draco,” Harry gritted, realizing how close he was to coming from just Draco’s affection.

“Don’t fight it, love,” Draco comforted him, before suddenly gasping when he felt Harry’s tightness involuntary clench around him.

“Too soon,” Harry whimpered.

“Not soon enough,” Draco grunted, as he quickly gripped the boy’s hips and began moving a bit faster inside.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes,” Harry gasped, never taking his eyes off his lover.

“I love…being…inside you, Harry,” Draco panted, feeling his release on the edge, while he too didn’t look away from him.

Harry grabbed his engorged cock and stroked it, as he watched Draco thrust inside him. He arched his back and moaned from both sensations, feeling his climax about ready to burst forward.

Draco licked his lips, while he watched Harry play with himself. The sight was too overwhelming for him and a few seconds later, he quickly lost himself in Harry. Feeling Draco’s warm juices spill inside him, Harry instantly came with a loud cry.

Draco smiled, as he lowered himself on the boy’s chest and softly kissed him. Harry sighed into the kiss, while wrapping his arms around Draco and holding him close.

“Love you,” they simultaneously whispered.

*****
Over the next week, Harry and Draco found it nearly impossible for them to sneak off and meet each other. If it wasn’t the mounds of homework piling up, it was either Quidditch practice, or trying to spend enough time with their friends, or, for Draco, keeping up with Head duties. Unfortunately, after the bet was finished, Draco had no more excuses for Harry to even visit him in his bedroom. And worse yet, their first Hogsmeade trip was next Saturday, reminding them how long it would be before they would see each other again, once Harry left.

One night, as Draco and Hermione were making their nightly rounds, Draco looked over at the know-it-all, shocked with what he was about to do. They rarely spoke to each other, not having much to say, but he couldn’t take it anymore and really needed some advice. “Granger, can I ask you something?”

She suddenly stopped and raised her eyebrows in shock, as she quickly turned to face him. He had to chuckle at the surprised look on her face, knowing this was rather monumental for them. Feeling a bit awkward at the shocked silence, he continued. “How do you and Blaise do it?”

She gave him a scathing look, as she turned away and began walking again. He watched her walk away, puzzled by her behavior. “What did I say?” he asked, as he quickly followed after her.

“I should’ve known you were just being an arse,” she huffed.

“What are you talking about? It’s an honest question.”

She glared over at him. “Maybe to you, but to me that’s a rather private matter.”

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, still confused. “Well, it’s not that private. I mean I already know all about it,” he explained.

Her jaw dropped, as she stopped walking and stared over at him. “You do?”

Draco ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “Granger, what the hell? You already know I do.”

The two were facing each other in confusion, as they played the conversation back in their heads. Suddenly, Draco smacked his hand on his forehead, realizing what she had thought. “Damn it, Granger, I didn’t mean that,” he exclaimed.

Her cheeks suddenly reddened. “Oh,” she smiled in embarrassment, “it’s just, when I heard you say ‘do it,’ I just assumed you meant-”

“I know what you assumed,” he interjected, not wanting her to say it out loud.

She blushed some more, before asking, “So?”

He rolled his eyes, hating that he had to ask her again. “So, how do you two find time to be alone together?” he asked, carefully avoiding those two words again.

She shrugged, as they began their pace down the hallway again. “We just do.”

“Yeah, but with Blaise’s Quidditch practices and you always in the library, and then you guys not being able to even talk in class,” he rambled on. “How do you do it?”

“Well, it’s not easy, but somehow we manage,” she answered. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” he shook his head.

She sadly stared over at him, wondering if she should finally say something. She promised herself she would never say anything to either of them, but now she was starting to think that maybe she should, seeing how hard it probably was for them.

“Malfoy, he doesn’t always have to spend time with me when visiting,” she said, a bit nervous about finally voicing her thoughts.

He looked over at her in bemusement. “What are you talking about?”

She stopped walking and turned toward him. “Our common room is the safest place. No one would think it unusual, seeing as how they would just assume he was coming to see me,” she explained. “Why do you think no one questions it when Blaise comes to visit?” she added.

As she spoke, he stopped walking and stared at her, openmouthed. He couldn’t believe she knew this whole time, yet never said anything. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Because I know he’s not ready to come out to me just yet,” she truthfully answered. “And besides, I also made a promise to you.”

He shook his head in disbelief. “Wow, Granger. I’m…I don’t know what to say.”

She shrugged, “You don’t have to.”

“Does that mean Blaise knows, too?” he nervously wondered.

She shook her head, “No, I didn’t tell him. It’s really not my place to say anything.”

He nodded, as they picked up their pace again. They both remained quiet on their journey back to their common room. There was just nothing else to be said at the moment and they both knew it.

As soon as they entered through their portrait door, they started to move toward their separate rooms. Draco suddenly turned toward her, needing to tell her something he had been thinking for a while now. “Granger, I want you to know that I’m glad you’re in Blaise’s life. He truly has never been happier.”

She turned around, shocked by his statement, but then smiled. “Thanks, Malfoy. And I know this may not sound as meaningful now, since you just said it, but the same goes for you and Harry. Not only have I seen it in Harry, but I’ve also seen it in you. You two really make each other happy.”

Draco smiled, as thoughts of Harry ran through his mind. He really had been a lot happier ever since Harry entered his life. Not only that, he had also figured out what love was. Everything they were doing was worth it. They were truly in love, even if nobody else knew it. And honestly, that was okay with him.

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Black Padfoot: :) I love the awws!! Glad you liked it. haha Yeah, it would have been nice to see Harry turn the bet around on Draco. Oh goodness, what if he really did make him hug Ron? haha! But I think in the long run, Harry chose a better demand. ;) Oh, and to answer your question: the bet was in Chapter 7. The person who didn't catch the snitch had to say and do whatever the winner wanted for a week. Thanks for your review!

SP777: haha I'm sorry I didn't have more for you to read. Awesome how you got really caught up in my story. :) Here's the next chapter! haha You're very close about my pen name. My favorite cartoon character is Tigger from WTP, and I'm a big fan of the college American football team, the Florida Gators. :) Thanks for reviewing!! :)