Secret Beginnings

Secret Beginnings:

Chapter 14: Sirius' Cave
Summary: Sirius invites Harry and Draco to his cave
Pairings: Harry/Draco brief mentioning of Fred/Pansy Severus/Narcissa
Warnings: Slash...among other things and if you don't want to read any of it then you should have pressed the back button a long time ago....
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing even though my mind tries to convince me other wise...

Ugh, the ending of this chapter sucked and it was a bit rushed for my liking but I really wanted to get this chapter out to you before I went to bed and I won't get to fix it because my brother will have my laptop for the next couple of days.

So, before you read this story: Sorry, sorry, sorry a million times sorry. Ugh, I hope this doesn't stop you from reading this....

'Harry' /Draco/ /'both'/

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Saturday, November 19, 1994 7:30 P.M.

“Harry, are you sure you don't want to come with us?” Hermione asked standing in front of the open common room door, while Ron, Neville, Ginny, and the others were waiting for her. They along with some of the visiting students were meeting the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students in some empty classroom to get know one another.

“Sorry, Herm...but I don't think I want to hang around when all I feel is some git glaring at the back of my head all night.” Harry answered before leaning sideways to look past the girl to see that the git a.k.a. Ron was already glaring at him, waiting impatiently for the bushy-haired teen to finish up.

Sighing in exasperation, “You know, you two really should stop acting like children and get over it.”

Shaking her head, “Honestly, if you two don't stop anytime soon, I'll be forced to hex you both!” Hermione threatened making Harry chuckle.

“You know...friends aren't supposed to hex friends.” Harry quoted Draco from one of his letters.

“Yes, well, it would cause trouble for the relationship, wouldn't it?” Hermione mused making the male teen chuckle, before she looked at Harry in curiosity. For a few a moments, she just stared, him letting her, before she smiled sadly at him, “You're hiding something from us; from me.” Not a question but merely a statement.

“I have to...” Harry answered anyways, the guilt slowly forming inside of him, “I need to.”

“Is it, is it dangerous?”

“No.”

“Is it something that would get you in trouble?”

“No.”

“Are you the only one involved? Does anybody else know?”

“No, Fred and George know.”

Biting her lip, she had to think about that. Fred and George were a bit irresponsible after all, but they also considered Harry as one of their brothers along with the other Weasley men, surely they wouldn't let Harry do something that could cause him to hurt or get him in serious trouble.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I am.”

“Are you happy?”

“The happiest I've ever been, Hermione.” Harry sighed happily giving her one of the biggest smiles that she had ever seen. In fact, it made her gasp in surprise from the sheer delight that shone through.

“You really are happy...” Hermione exclaimed before she engulfed him into a hug, surprising him.

Allowing her to hold him for a few moments, Harry wondered what brought this on before Hermione's hug began leaving him breathless, “Um, Herm...can't...breathe...” Harry gasped making Hermione release him quickly.

Blushing profusely, “ Sorry, but Harry you will tell me eventually, won't you?” Hermione pouted playfully.

“I will eventually but for now, I like having this as my secret, “ Harry reassured her, “ And remember that I'm not the only person involved. But I will tell you eventually, maybe tomorrow...maybe next month, or maybe even next year, but I will tell you.”

Taking this in, Hermione wanted to fight with every bone in her body to fight Harry into submission; into telling her his secret but she knew better. She knew that he needed this especially now that the tournament was about to start; hell, the media was already hounding him....he needed this; and she would let him have it.

For now.

“I've got to go, Harry...will you be here when we get back, or should I cover for you?” Hermione asked.

“No I won't, it'd better if you...wait! You would do that?” Harry questioned in disbelief, “ What about the rules?”

“Sometimes, “ Hermione smiled lightly, “You're friends are more important than any rule...” This time it was Harry's turn to engulf her into a hug; in happiness and in relief.

“You'd better go.” Harry smiled back as he released her, while Ron snorted for the fifth time as they had talked.

Releasing her from his arms, Harry watched her go out the door and shut it leaving him alone in the empty common room.

With the door firmly shut behind him, Harry took off running to his dorm to go get ready; he and Draco were going to meet up at 'their' place at eight. They had planned on going 'camping' complete with transforming the room into a campsite; they had to practically beg Sev not to come over for the night. Since Remus left, he had been increasingly protective of Draco when it came to them going on 'dates.'

That...and Severus walked in on them while Harry had his hands down Draco's pants as the blond had been kissing him last week.

'That was a good night...I just thank the Gods, Uncle Sev hasn't found the book that Gred and Forge gave me, yet....' Smirking, Harry ran faster up the stairs and opened the door to take quick shower, only to stop short when he saw a small brown barn owl waiting patiently for him on his bed.

“Hello, little fella. Do you have something for me?”The brunette greeted the owl, petting it softly as the animal hooted in confirmation before sticking it's leg out for him. Untying the note from the offered leg, Harry grabbed a treat and gave it to the bird before he sat on the bed and read the note's contents.

Harry,

Be stile at end of road out of Hogsmeade (past Dervish and Banges ) at midnight. Bring as much food as you can. Bring along your pet dragon; it's about damn I met him.

Smiling, Harry placed the note in his trunk and grabbed his clothes and then headed for the showers.

'Draco's going to flip!'

Same Day 8:00 P.M.

Looking up from his potions' book, from the position on the floor of a tent, clad only in a pair of black sweat pants along with a white wife beater, Draco saw his boyfriend of almost a year come into the Room of Requirement with a huge smile on his face.

Watching as Harry took in the newly equipped campsite in astonishment and excitement, Draco couldn't help but grin along with him. Sure, Harry knew they were going 'camping' but he never expected that they were going muggle. Personally Draco had enough magical camping from this summer, besides if muggles could do it; why couldn't he?

/It's good seeing him smiling like that again/ Draco thought/ I haven't seen that smile since he fought with Ron./ And then his smile turned into a small frown; Ron and Harry still haven't made up. He knew why Harry was being stubborn about it—hell, he had a right to be; he did nothing wrong but Ron...he had no idea why he was being so stubborn.

Sure, even Draco had gotten mad when he first heard Harry's name called but then when he went to look at him, he, Harry, was surprised just like the rest of them—if not more—making Draco's anger burn out like a match meeting water. The blond had to literally stop himself from hitting himself for not trusting Harry enough. And when he saw how everyone that Harry called friends look at him with betrayal in their eyes, Draco decided there and then that he would never automatically assume that Harry had betrayed his trust; that he would always stick to his side and listen to what he had to say. Just like Harry did after every time that he fought with Fred and George about the names and things he said to their brother—

“Hey!” Harry poked Draco in his side breaking him out of his thoughts, “What are you thinking about Dray?” He asked a bit worried; Draco hadn't even said hello.

Smiling, “Nothing to worry about... What were you smiling about?” Draco asked effectively changing the subject as Harry gave him a kiss on his cheek before pulling out the letter that he had received from Sirius. Handing it to Draco to read, Harry sat up and removed his sweater leaving him in a wife beater and pair of jeans that hung low enough for Draco to take notice absentmindedly as he read the short note.

Gasping, “Midnight? That means I only have four hours!” Draco exclaimed jumping out of the tent in panic and headed to a door that appeared on one of the many tree trunks that surrounded their tent.

“Dray! Draco? What are you doing?” Harry questioned as he followed him into the door which led to Draco's kitchen. Walking in, Harry watched Draco in puzzlement as the lithe blond pulled an apron over his head and then began pulling bowl after bowl onto the counter space.

“Draco, what are you doing? I thought we were going camping?” Harry pouted, “ I even brought marshmallows.”

“Sorry, Ry,” Draco apologized giving Harry a quick peck on the lips and turned towards the fridge, “But I only have four hours to cook something for your godfather for the whole week; at least.”

“Are you serious? I had just planned on heading to the kitchens before we—“ Harry continued pouting until he saw the glare from his boyfriend; shutting him up immediately, “Um, right...never mind.” Harry gulped. He had forgotten how touchy Draco was when it came to other people cooking for him, telling Harry time and time again, 'Why should I have someone do something for me when I'm perfectly fine doing it by myself, thank you!'

“Of course I am, Harold.” Clearly leaving no room for argument, “Sirius probably hasn't eaten a good home-cooked meal in years; and I plan on giving him one. Besides, the house-elves need a break, too; after all they have to cook for over a thousand kids three times a day—plus, they have to clean all the rooms.” Draco reminded him.

'I really should show him the S.P.E.W. forty page packet that Hermione had graciously written.' Harry sighed. He couldn't believe how sweet, caring, and compassionate Draco really was. He wish he could just tell Ron and Hermione—okay, maybe not that stupid git; Ron—but Hermione; he wish she could meet his Draco—especially after their talk they had earlier.

“I know you want to tell them, Harry...” Draco said handing him a bowl and a carton of eggs to break after seeing the forlorn look that appeared on his face, “ and I'll make a deal with you...”

“A deal?” Harry questioned, his head snapping up from the eggs as Draco hopped onto the counter next to him.

“The day after the last task you can bring them here and you can tell them,” Draco said holding his hand up when Harry opened his mouth, “ But on some conditions; one) You have to be passing your classes, two) You and Ron have to make up and three) You have to admit that the Chudley Cannons are the best Quidditch team in wizarding history.” Draco smiled cheekily making Harry snort.

Smiling, Harry slid his body in between Draco's legs, “Okay...I'll try to make up with Ron—but he doesn't make it easy, does he?—and I'm working on the whole grades thing; Hermione even has me on a study schedule. And I've also been doing my best not to fall asleep during classes—with the exception of Binns' of course; but you can't yell at me about that because you do it, too....” Harry said playing with the hem of Draco's apron.

“And?”

“And...” Harry rolled his eyes, “AndtheChudleyCannonsarethebestquidditchteaminwizardinghistory.” He murmured quickly with his right hand behind his back; fingers crossed.

“Damn right they are!” Draco cheered pumping a fist into the air for emphasis.

Laughing, Harry pulled Draco closer to him by his waist, “Thank you.” He said softly kissing the blond.

“You're wel—Potter?” Draco questioned.

“Yes?”

“Why are your fingers crossed behind your back?”

Sunday, November 19, 1994 12:36 A.M.

Leaning against the cave wall; hand in hand, Draco and Harry watched silently as Sirius happily turned into his human form in front of their eyes.

“Harry!” Sirius exclaimed excitedly albeit tiredly as he pulled the teen into his arms, “Merlin, it's good to see you again!” He sighed ruffling Harry's shaggy hair.

“It's good to see you, too...” Harry said smiling weakly when he took in his godfather's ragged appearance, “ But, what are you doing here?”

“I read that you were selected as the fourth champion, “ Sirius answered motioning to the old and torn newspaper that he had spat out when he had entered the cave, “ So, I had to come watch and cheer for my favorite godson....and also to come torture that pretty boyfriend of your; that you've been writing to me about.” Sirius smiled evilly making Draco gulp in trepidation.

/Should I be scared?/

“Torture?” Harry questioned worriedly standing protectively in front of his blond, who had grabbed the back of his sweater nervously.

“Did I say torture? I meant...meet, yes, yes...meet your pretty boyfriend.” Sirius smiled wolfishly.

“Good, because if you were to mess with Draco...I won't feed you...” Harry smirked motioning towards the bag that hung from Draco's shoulders.

“Food? You brought the food, then?” Sirius questioned sniffing the air trying to catch the delicious fumes with his nose..

“Yep, let's see...hot fried chicken, hot mashed potatoes, corn, green beans, fresh-out-of-the-oven biscuits, lemon squares for dessert, and ice cold butter beer...and that's only for today...” Harry trailed off teasingly.

Drooling, Sirius immediately turned into his animagus form and dropped onto his back whimpering giving off his best begging face much to the amusement of Harry and Draco.

“You'll be good?”

Barking, the dog rolled onto it's feet, bounded towards Draco, jumped onto it's hind legs, and began licking Draco's face, to the relief and disgust of the teenager.

Laughing, “Okay, okay, just stop molesting my boyfriend.” Harry said grabbing the bag from Draco, “ Only I'm allowed to molest him.” Harry winked making Draco blush lightly.

Barking that sounded a bit like laughter, Sirius ran back to the center of the cave and sat patiently like an obedient puppy while Harry pulled out a container and a few bottles of butter beer out of the bag.

Turning back to his human form once again, the 'innocent' convict eagerly grabbed the container that was handed to him and almost fainted in happiness when he opened it up. Taking a chicken, he hungrily bit into it and moaned, “Oh, great gods, is it me or are house-elves getting better at cooking since I've been to Hogwarts?”

“Actually, I wouldn't know but...” Harry smiled proudly, sitting down in front of his godfather and pulled Draco into his lap, “the house-elves didn't cook it.”

“No? Then who did?” Sirius asked in mild interest as he opened one of the beers.

“Draco did.” Harry's smile getting bigger when Draco blushed as Sirius' mouth opened in shock.

Placing his hand on his heart in pledge form, “I swear that you, Draco Malfoy, will never be pranked or disrespected by me ever.” Sirius exclaimed making the couple share a look of amusement.

“You know, that's exactly how the twins reacted when they first tried his cooking.” Harry laughed.

“Great minds think alike, I always say.”

“So, how long are you going to be in town?” Draco asked changing the subject before it went back to his cooking.

“Until the tournament ends; I wasn't playing I really do want to watch Harry compete but I also want to keep an eye out for him.”

“What do you mean, Siri?” Harry questioned opening a bottle of butter beer for he and Draco.

“Harry, someone must've put your name in Goblet of Fire for a reason.” Sirius stated making Draco lace his fingers with his godson in worry, “ I want you to be careful, watch yourself, and I want you to work hard, okay?”

“I will...Draco and Hermione will make sure of it.” Harry smiled cheekily while Draco nodded in determination.

“I don't doubt that for a second,” Sirius laughed, “So, how are Ron and Hermione doing?”

“They're doing fine except Ron and Harry are kind of out of sorts.” Draco answered for Harry, whose face darkened at the mentioning of the red-head.

“Out of sorts? Why?”

“Ron thinks that Harry is lying to him about not entering the Tri-Wizard Tournament.”

“Oh, Harry, he'll get over it.”

“How do you know? You've never even met him.” Harry accused.

“Because he's a Weasley, and not just any Weasley mind you, but Molly Weasley's son. Meaning, that he'll get over it soon. In fact, if he's anything like his dear old mum, he's already over it; it's just his pride that won't let him apologize to you.” Sirius said trying to comfort the brunette.

“Really?”

'I sure wish that's true; I'm getting so sick of fighting with him.'

“Yep...So how is dear Sevvie doing?” Sirius smiled.

“He's doing fine, in fact he's even dating Draco's mum!” Harry exclaimed making his godfather choke on a piece of bread that he had been chewing on in shock.

“What! Sev finally got the nerve to ask my cousin Nissa out?” Sirius choked out and when he saw Draco nod his head in confirmation, he began laughing in earnest. “Blimey!...and it only took twenty years.” Sirius trailed off in amazement making Draco snort in amusement.

“Speaking of dating; Harry will you go feed Buckbeak some of this chicken while I talk to your boyfriend here?” Sirius more ordered than asked as he thrusted the container of food into the boy's hands.

Scrunching his eyebrows, Harry looked at Draco; silently asking if it was okay and got a response of a slight eyebrow raise and a shrug of a shoulder—Draco's way of saying: I'm not really sure but it's okay for now.

“Um, okay...” Getting up after Draco slipped off his lap, Harry walked off towards where Buckbeak was tied up, throwing a nervous glance over his shoulder as he walked across the cave.

Fingering the necklace that Harry had given him, “So,uh...what did you want to talk to me about?” Draco asked nervously.

“You and my godson but first,” Sirius studied Draco, “Harry told me about you, your mum, and the others....How are you holding up?”

“We're doing fine—in fact too fine that it's beginning to worry all of us.” Draco said running a hand through his hair.

“How so?”

“ Well, last time we weren't getting...hit, our fathers had been to busy buying over forty house-elves just so they could teach us the Unforgivables. So you see, it's kind of hard not to worry so much.”

Sirius shook his head in disbelief and anger, “Why hasn't your mum gotten you out of their yet? Why don't you tell somebody?”

Biting his lip sadly,”My mum and I tried leaving once; ended up in the hospital for over a month. And do you know what the bastard told the mediwizards?” Seeing the negative response, “That she and I had been riding our horses and they somehow went out of control; that the horses threw us off their back and almost trampled us to death, but thankfully he managed to save us...” Draco snorted in disgust, “As if! The arse had tied us up in one of his cells in the basement and had beaten us nearly to death with his stupid cane. And for us not telling anybody; who would believe us? You forget that the Black name is just as tarnished as the Malfoy name if not; more.”

“Dumbledore would believe you; he could help you.” Sirius tried pleading with the teen.

“Did you go to Dumbledore, huh? Did you tell him how you were treated by your own father? No? Then don't be a hypocrite!” Draco sneered angrily only for it to drop away when he saw Sirius shocked face, “I'm sorry; I didn't mean to...I shouldn't have said that.” Draco apologized putting his hands over his face.

Sighing, Sirius crawled and sat down next to the agitated teen and pulled him into his side, “Hey, it's okay. And you're right; I am a hypocrite. It's just you and Nissa are the only family I have left besides Harry and Remy; I don't want to lose any of you again.”

“Hey, is everything alright?” Harry asked, switching foot to foot anxiously seeing his distraught boyfriend in the arms of his godfather.

“Every thing's fine, Harry,” Sirius looked up from Draco, “Just having a little family discussion; in fact come sit down.” Sirius ordered patting the floor on his left side that was unoccupied.

“Now,” Putting his arm over the brunette's shoulder, “That most of most of my family is here; I want you to know that if you two ever need anything I'll be right here and I don't plan on leaving you guys ever again. In fact by the end of the school year you'll both be so sick of me that you'll take me back to Azkaban yourselves.” Sirius joked weakly trying to break the tension, “But listen...I don't want you to be coming here of every weekend, you hear? You'll eventually draw attention to yourselves; and I don't want to risk it.”

“Actually, we thought you would say something like this so...” Harry nodded his head to Draco, who pulled out a small black disk out of his pocket, “That's why we brought you this; Hermione found the spell for this last week. I had planned on sending it to you that next time you wrote me.”

“What does it do?” The older man asked fingering the disk that was handed to him.

“Ouvert,” Draco whispered holding the disk close to his mouth, “ It's called a delivery disk; it's connected to my kitchen so every Sunday all you have to do is place your order on piece of parchment, and place the paper into here, “ Draco pointed to the box that once was the disk, “ I get the order back at Hogwarts and then within a few hours you'll get your meals for the entire week; with heating charms placed on them, of course.”

“And I had Uncle Severus place a spell that will make the magic on the disk untraceable.” Harry explained proudly to a gobsmacked Sirius.

“This is bloody brilliant!” Sirius spluttered out, “Oh, thank the Gods, I don't have to eat anymore rats—Oh, yes and thank the Gods my godson picked out a boyfriend that could cook!” He exclaimed happily making Draco blush at the compliment while Harry just laughed.

“Oh and speaking of which...Draco while you maybe family I won't hesitate to hex you if you break Harry's heart,”
He threatened the blond, who promptly gulped, “ And Harry same thing goes for you if you break blondie's.” Sirius pointed to the brunette in warning making him gulp before laughing along with his boyfriend and godfather.

For over three hours, he, Sirius and Draco stayed at the damp dirty cave talking and telling Sirius everything about the past thirteen years of their lives until finally the animagus walked them back to the corner of Dervish and Banges after he had seen both the teens trying to hide their yawns.

Sunday, November 19, 1994 4:30 A.M.

“Do you think he'll be okay?” Harry asked spooning himself behind Draco's back inside of their tent.

“I hope he will be...besides, he survived Azkaban. He's strong; he'll be perfectly fine.” Draco answered firmly before turning around and pecking his brunette on the lips.

“You're right...Goodnight, Dray.” Harry nodded giving him a kiss on the forehead when he saw the blond's eyes droop, “Oh, and Draco?”

“Yeah?” Draco murmured.

“You owe me some roasted marshmallows...” Harry demanded.

“Ugh, goodnight, Potter!” Draco growled before rolling back around as Harry chuckled tiredly.


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Update Day: October 5th

Next Chapter:

Chapter 15: The Final Task: Draco thinks back to the first two challenges as he waits for Harry to return from the last task. Oh, and Ron and Hermione fin—well, you just have to wait and find out; won't you?

Charlie K.