Who Knew

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Black Padfoot: :) Glad I was able to remind you about the bet. I'm also happy to know that you liked the chapter and found their conversation about his father (and of course the sex) to be good. :) Good ol' Hermione. At least Harry already has one person on his side. Yes, it will definitely be interesting to see how those three will react to their relationship. Thanks, as always, for your review! It's greatly appreciated. :)

SP777: Oh yay. I'm glad you liked Draco and Hermione's conversation. It'll still take some time before they can comfortably call each other by their first names, but at least they're starting to get a bit closer. I understand your thinking completely. Those two are alike in ways. And yes, I agree. Sometimes you just have to stop the fighting. :) Thanks again for another review. I definitely appreciate it. :)

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“Draco, I’m not sure if this was such a good idea,” Harry said, nervously staring at his lover that lay in the bed next to him.

Draco smiled, as he ran his hand through Harry’s hair. “Trust me, it’s fine,” he reassured him.

Harry chewed on his lower lip, as he glanced over at Draco’s bedroom door. He wasn’t sure why he agreed to come in the first place, knowing that Hermione would question his motives if she saw him there, but somehow Draco had convinced him everything would be fine. He was at least thankful that Hermione wasn’t around to see him enter the Slytherin’s bedroom.

Draco noticed the anxiety on Harry’s face and frowned inwardly. Although he already knew Granger was aware of their situation, Harry still didn’t. He wanted to tell him, to ease his worries, but knew he couldn’t. He knew, as well as Granger did, that Harry would have to be the one to tell her when he was ready. He was still amazed he was able to persuade him to sleep over tonight.

“Harry, when exactly are you going to tell your friends you’re gay?” Draco finally asked.

“When are you?” he countered, not liking the subject to be only on him.

Draco shrugged. “The only friend I really have is Blaise, and I already told him.”

Harry raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “You did?”

“Well, more like blurted out,” he smirked in remembrance.

“Blurted out?”

Draco shook his head, as he wrapped his arms around Harry’s body, pulling him closer. “Nevermind,” he smiled, as he gave him a quick kiss on the lips, before rolling out of his bed.

“Where are you going?” Harry questioned.

“Where we’re going,” he smirked, as he stood by his door, waiting for him to follow.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, as he slowly moved off the bed and toward Draco. “But Draco, what if she’s out there?” he whispered.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Since when did the Gryffindor Golden Boy become such a scaredy cat?”

“Well, haven’t you seen the way she can throw a punch?” he smirked, knowing full well he had.

“Oh don’t go there,” he sighed.

Harry chuckled, as he wrapped his arms around him. “Getting slapped by a girl,” he teased. “How does one recover from something like that anyway?”

“Funny, Harry,” he rolled his eyes, as he released himself from Harry’s grasp and grabbed his hand. “Now come on,” he demanded, pulling him toward the door.

“Draco, please,” Harry pleaded, as he tried pulling him back in the room.

Draco stopped and shook his head. “Fine, what if I went out there first to see if she’s there?” he offered.

Harry nodded, “Okay.”

Draco rolled his eyes again, as he left his bedroom. He took a glance around, noticing that her door was closed. He saw a light coming from underneath the door and knew she was inside. He hurriedly returned to his room, needing them to move quickly before she decided to come out.

He grabbed Harry’s hand, forcing him to finally follow. While hastily walking down the hallway, Harry glanced over at Hermione’s door, nervous that it would open at any minute. When he was finally pulled inside another room, he curiously looked around, furrowing his eyebrows. “Um, Draco, why did you bring me in here?” he asked.

Draco smirked, before pulling Harry’s shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. He ran his hands over Harry’s bare chest, while staring into his eyes. “One guess,” he said, raising his eyebrows mischievously.

Harry licked his lips, intrigued by the blonde’s desire. He moved his hands along Draco’s chest, before pulling his shirt off to feel his naked body. He then leaned in closer, sucking on his neck, as he worked his hands down toward Draco’s pants.

Draco moaned, as he slowly backed up while Harry continued kissing him. When his back hit the wall behind him, he closed his eyes, sensing Harry’s kisses lower to his chest. He licked his lips, feeling his cock begin to throb in anticipation.

Harry continued lowering his kisses over Draco’s naked body, enjoying the soft moans that escaped his lover’s mouth. His cock was growing with an aching desire, as he continued moving down. He slid Draco’s pants all the way off, before covering his mouth over the very hard cock in front of him. He smiled up at Draco, as he watched his lover’s eyes flutter and his mouth twitch from the action.

“Oh fuck,” Draco gasped, as he opened his eyes and stared down at Harry.

Keeping their eyes on each other, Harry continued to suck Draco’s cock, lapping at the delicious juices that seeped out of the head. He stared lovingly into Draco’s eyes, as he fondled with his balls, pushing his cock further inside his mouth.

Draco closed his eyes again, digging his nails harder into Harry’s shoulders. “Harry,” he groaned, as his head fell back against the wall. “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

Harry smiled, feeling Draco’s cock expand inside his mouth, knowing he was about to come any second.

“Oh fuck,” Draco cried out, banging his head on the wall. “Fuck, fuck,” he continued to chant.

Harry gave one last hard suck, hearing Draco scream out his name, while he released inside his mouth. Harry gratefully swallowed all of his seed, getting even more turned on from the taste. He then licked his lips, as he stood up and leaned against Draco. “Then it’s a good thing it was on mine,” he smiled, before pulling him into a much needed kiss.

Draco moaned, as he wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, pulling his body closer to him. “Why are you so wonderful?” he whispered.

“Because I’m the Boy Wonder,” he joked, waggling his eyebrows.

Draco laughed, as he reached around and turned the shower on behind him. He licked his lips, when he saw Harry’s eyes widen in surprise. “This was what I actually had in mind,” he smirked.

Since he was already undressed, Draco stepped behind the shower curtain, as he waited for Harry to remove his pants. A few seconds later, Harry entered the shower, smiling.

Draco looked down at the boy’s naked body, admiring everything he saw, including the huge hard-on that still requested attention. He wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and pushed his flaccid cock against him, hearing him moan from the touch. “It seems we have a situation here, don’t we?” Draco smirked.

“Mm, I’d say so,” Harry responded, as he leaned in closer and nibbled on Draco’s ear.

Draco shivered from the warm breaths entering his ear and began to lower his hand to Harry’s cock. He firmly grabbed the stiff member, hearing Harry gasp. He smiled, as he began stroking him, while the hot water continued to shower down on them.

“Yes,” Harry hissed in his ear.

“Feel good, love?”

“Oh, so good,” Harry moaned.

“Come for me, Harry,” he whispered, as he crashed his lips on the boy’s wet neck.

As soon as Draco nipped at his skin, it was over. Harry came with a cry, coating his lover’s hand, as well as part of his chest. Thankfully, the shower had rinsed it away a few seconds later, letting them not have to deal with the clean up.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck again, pulling their wet bodies closer together. Harry smiled, as he wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist. They stared lovingly at one another, feeling so safe in each other’s arms, not ever wanting to let go. They leaned in closer, needing to feel their lips on each other, before they suddenly heard the bathroom door creak open, causing them both to freeze in their stance.

“You didn’t lock the door?” Harry nervously whispered.

Draco frantically shook his head, whispering, “I forgot.”

Harry glared at him, about ready to say more, when he suddenly felt Draco’s finger firmly cover his mouth. Draco shook his head, as he kept his finger on Harry’s lips, mouthing for him to keep quiet.

Harry shifted his eyes to the side, seeing the shadow of a figure move closer to the shower. He gulped, knowing it had to be Hermione. But why isn’t she leaving? She has to hear the shower running. She must know that Draco is in here, he pondered.

“Oh, you little vixen. Already starting without me, I see,” a deep voice chuckled.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, as he looked over at Draco. Okay, that voice definitely didn’t belong to Hermione. He saw Draco’s body stiffen and realized immediately that he knew who it was.

“Hermione, love, I wanted you to wait for me,” Blaise said, as he pulled back the shower curtain, exposing the two naked boys inside, causing everyone in the bathroom to scream.

Hermione hurried into the bathroom, after hearing the screams, and stood in shock at the scene before her. She quickly turned away, her face crimson red from embarrassment. Never did she think she would see three naked boys together in one room.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” Blaise yelled.

Draco leaned over and turned the shower off, as he glanced over at Harry and then at his best friend. “Um, well,” he started, not knowing what exactly to say at the moment.

“Draco, you do know Potter’s in the shower with you, right?” Blaise foolishly asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes, as she still continued to look at the opposite side of the wall. “I’m sure he’s aware of that, Blaise,” she said.

Blaise’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment. Right, of course he was aware of that. He suddenly looked over at the naked Potter and then his naked friend again, before realizing he was standing in front of them naked as well. “Oh, right,” he quickly said, as he turned around and grabbed his clothes off the floor, scurrying out of the bathroom.

Hermione smiled, as she stared at her boyfriend’s shapely, naked retreating backside. She was about to leave, when she heard a familiar voice call out to her.

“Um, I guess we should talk,” Harry cleared his throat.

She nodded, still not able to turn around. “We can meet in my room. I’m sure Malfoy is going to want to talk to Blaise, too,” she said, as she walked out of the bathroom and toward her own bedroom.

Draco turned toward Harry and frowned. “Sorry, love,” he apologized.

Harry glanced over at the now open bathroom door and sighed, before returning his gaze back to Draco. “Well, I guess our secret’s finally out.”

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s body, kissing him on his lips. “It had to come out sooner or later, right?” he asked.

Harry nodded, as he went to step out of the shower. “At least it was only by our two best friends,” he laughed, needing to lighten the mood a little. “You know, our two best friends who just happen to be secretly shagging each other as well.”

Draco laughed along with Harry, as he followed him out of the shower. They quickly dressed, giving each other one last kiss, before exiting the bathroom. Harry slowly walked toward Hermione’s bedroom, as Draco moved to his own.

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“Potter!” Blaise exclaimed, as soon as Draco entered his bedroom.

Draco sighed, as he closed the door behind him. Blaise stared in confusion at the blonde before him, wondering how it all happened. Draco moved toward his bed, where Blaise was sitting, and sat down.

“First you tell me you’re gay,” Blaise began, “which, okay, I won’t lie, took me by surprise. But Draco, Potter?”

“I know,” Draco whispered.

“Potter,” Blaise repeated.

Draco narrowed his eyes, as he looked over at his best mate. “I know who he is, Blaise,” he snapped.

“But how did this happen? I mean you hate him. He hates you. You guys are known enemies,” he then stopped, as he stared over at Draco.

“What?” Draco asked, seeing his friend’s eyes widen in wonderment.

“Draco,” he suddenly whispered, “is this another mission from the Dark Lord?”

Draco rolled his eyes, as he furiously stood up from his bed. “Why must your mind immediately go to the Dark Lord?” he grunted, while crossing his arms over his chest. “Is it so hard to believe that perhaps your best friend really is in love with him?”

Blaise raised his eyebrows in disbelief. He couldn’t believe what he just heard and needed to make sure he truly heard him correctly. “Did you just say you’re-”

“In love with him?” Draco interrupted. “Yes.”

Blaise lowered his stare to the floor, not sure what to say next. He was shocked to learn Draco was in love. For as long as they knew each other, he had never heard those words come out of his mouth. “Draco, I’m sorry,” he apologized, as he looked over at his best mate, hoping he would forgive him.

Draco uncrossed his arms, as he felt his anger subside, knowing his friend was truly sorry. “I know,” he sighed.

Blaise smiled, knowing he was forgiven. He stared into his best mate’s eyes, noticing true happiness behind them. “Wow, you really do love him,” he recognized.

Draco blushed at his friend’s words, as he moved toward his bed again and sat down. “Yeah, I really do,” he smiled over at him.

Blaise playfully slapped Draco’s back and grinned. “Welcome to the big leagues, brother. You finally made it.”

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“And then after he left, I sort of realized my true feelings for him and knew I was gay,” Harry finished, as he explained the whole story of his summer to Hermione.

She patiently sat and listened to him explain everything. She knew how hard this probably was for him and wanted to make sure she gave him her full attention. She never said a word, as he retold a few things she had already figured out herself. She knew there was no real point in telling him that part; it would probably cause more confusion if she had.

He looked over at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something about the situation. He was surprised she had not figured it out sooner, but as he continued to talk more about him and Draco, he began to pick up on some subtle expressions she probably didn’t even know she was doing. Something in those expressions gave her away. He could tell just by looking at her that she knew, but he left it alone. He knew she was only doing it for him, waiting for him to finally say it.

“Well, Harry, if he makes you happy,” she smiled, seeing his face light up, “which obviously he does, then I’m happy for you. In all honesty, you both are really not that different from each other. In fact, I think you both complement each other very well.”

He blushed, as he stared down at the floor. She always knew how to say the right thing. “Thanks, Hermione,” he smiled over at her. “I do love him a lot.”

She nodded, “And it shows.”

“So I guess now it’s your turn,” he suddenly said.

She nodded, as she took a deep breath. “Blaise and I met over the summer as well,” she began. “I’m not sure if you know this, but Blaise is actually a very smart guy. In fact, he said he was almost sorted in Ravenclaw,” she smiled in remembrance.

“Just like me, he decided to get some school supplies in the beginning of the summer. It was different being away from school, because when we saw each other, we had forgotten all about what house we were in and just had a good conversation. No one we knew was even in Diagon Alley that day, so it really gave us an opportunity to get to know each other more,” she blushed, “which we did. We didn’t even plan for it to happen. I mean I was still seeing Ron at the time. But it did, and when the summer ended, we were already head over heels for each other. We weren’t going to let school, or even our peers, make us forget that, which is why we decided to keep it a secret from everyone, until it was the right time.”

“I can definitely relate to wanting to keep it a secret,” Harry said.

She smiled, as she glanced toward her bedroom door. Suddenly, her face fell as she was reminded of something. “Harry,” she quietly began, looking towards him once more, “when are you going to tell Ron?”

Harry shook his head, as he leaned back on her bed and closed his eyes. “I don’t know, Hermione. I really just don’t know.”

“Well, we’re both going to have to tell him sooner or later,” she sighed.

Harry opened his eyes, as he looked over at his best friend. “There’s no way we can tell him at the same time. It would kill him,” he explained.

She nodded, as she looked out her bedroom window. “Which one of us should go first then?” she quietly asked.

Harry shifted uneasily on her bed, before sitting back up. Hermione turned toward Harry again, with curious eyes. He bit on his lower lip, hoping she would offer to tell him first. Hermione continued to stare at him, hoping he would do the same.

“Okay, here’s what I’m thinking,” Harry finally said. “Since him and I are leaving on the Horcrux hunt next Saturday, I will tell him during our voyage.”

She sighed and nodded, knowing that was probably best. “Which means I should tell him first.”

Harry shrugged. “That’s up to you. You could do it now, or wait until we return. Either way, I’m telling him when we’re gone. So I could be first or second. That part is up to you.”

“No, I’ll tell him first,” she said again. “I mean what if he doesn’t-” she stopped, when she realized what she was about to say. Tears suddenly formed in her eyes and she quickly wiped them away.

Harry took a deep breath, when he saw her tears appear. He knew what she was thinking, for he thought it every day. What if they never returned? What if something happened on their trip and they didn’t survive? Draco suddenly appeared in his mind and his heart stopped. Soon he was wiping away his own tears.

“He knows you’re leaving, right?” Hermione suddenly asked, seeing his tears.

“He knows,” Harry whispered, before he sniffed. He sadly turned to Hermione, knowing more tears were present. “Hermione, I’m really scared,” he confessed, when reality finally hit him.

She quickly leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. He placed his head on her shoulders, as he let the tears fall. She rubbed his back in tiny circles, knowing how much he was hurting then and needed the comfort.

“None of this was supposed to happen this year. I promised myself I wouldn’t get close to anyone else,” he cried. “And now I’ve broken that promise and put another person I love in danger.”

“Harry, you mustn’t blame yourself for falling in love,” she responded. “Sometimes we can’t control what is truly meant to be.”

“I’ve even,” he choked out, “thought about bringing him along.”

She nodded, as she ran her hand through his hair. “Well, why don’t you?” she asked.

He sniffed, as he wiped a few of his tears away with her shoulder. He sat back up and shook his head. “Because I won’t allow any harm to come to him,” he replied. “Hell, I don’t even want Ron to come, but we both know that’s not going to happen.”

She sighed, as she moved her thumb underneath his eyes to rid the remnants of tears. They stared in silence, realizing there was nothing more to say. She hugged him once more, seeing fresh tears about ready to pour out of his eyes again. She knew how hard it was for him and wished there was something she could do. For now, all she could do was be a shoulder for him to cry on. He needed to release all his fears and weaknesses, so he would be much stronger when he was gone.

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