Secret Beginnings

Secret Beginnings:

Chapter 15: The Final Task
Summary: As Draco watches Harry enter the maze, he thinks back about the other tasks...Ron and Hermione make their second appearance.
Pairings: Harry/Draco Fred/Pansy Severus/Narcissa
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this each time?
/Draco's thoughts/
Flashback will be in Italics.
Calian


Draco's P.O.V

Thursday June 24, 1995 Dusk

Sitting down next to Pansy and Blaise on the bleachers, Draco couldn't help but feel anxious as he watched as his Gryffindor boyfriend run into the maze for the last task of the tournament. But he also couldn't help feel relieved that after tonight it would all be over.

/Merlin, it's been a trying year.../

*FLASHBACK*

Sunday, November 22, 1994 3:00 A.M.

“It's dragons!” Harry cried out bolting into the kitchen, where Draco had been frosting a cake.

“What's dragons?” Draco asked licking off some of the frosting that had gotten onto his fingers.

“The first...” Harry trailed off as he began concentrating on Draco's fingers as they slowly went in and out of the blond's mouth, as if they were purposely calling him, taunting him, beckoning him into claiming them as his.

Eyes screwed in determination, Harry licked his lips hungrily and headed towards Draco, who hadn't even noticed the change in his boyfriend's demeanor.

“Har—Harry? What's—“ Draco stuttered out when Harry pulled his fingers out of his mouth only to replace them inside the brunette's. Moaning, Draco threw his head back as Harry licked and sucked his fingers seductively all the while he kept his vivid green eyes trained on gray. Slowly, Harry slid the digit out of his mouth and bit the tip lightly, teasing Draco, making him gasp in pleasure. Smirking when he saw the reaction, he pulled the blond's body against his before plunging his mouth onto Draco's begging ones.

Draco could only moan and kiss back as Harry continued to devour his lips. Gasping the brunette pulled his lips away from Draco's only to replace them onto the smooth milky neck that presented itself when the blond gasped for air. Licking, sucking, and biting the blond's neck, Harry cupped Draco's butt and lifted onto the table; accidentally pushing the cake off the surface. With him firmly planted on the table, Harry returned his lips to Draco's mouth, as he quickly untied the apron that hung loosely around the Slytherin's neck. Pulling it off, Harry threw it across the kitchen already working on the buttons on Draco's shirt.

Gasping for air, Draco pulled his shirt off and then hurriedly tugged Harry's shirt off just before the brunette latched his mouth onto the younger teen's left nipple while his hands began the task of removing the blond's jeans.

Now, Draco didn't know what exactly what had brought this on; nor did he care at the moment, cause no way in hell was he even going to ask; especially when Harry was to busy making his way down his stomach with his talented tongue to answer him anyways. Groaning, Draco arched his back wantonly running his hands through Harry's shaggy black hair when his boyfriend dipped his tongue roughly into his navel while the Gryffindor successfully pulled off both his boxers and pants off throwing them across the room.

Stepping back, Harry couldn't hold back the groan that escaped his throat as he took in the sight of his panting boyfriend lying naked on the table waiting for him to do as he pleased. Biting his lip to form some control, Harry dropped to his knees and grabbed a hand full of cake and smeared it across Draco's slim but strong thighs and across his lower stomach never once touching Draco's aching cock.

Smirking when said cock twitched in anticipation, Harry looked into Draco's glazed mercury eyes when he sat up, “Have I told you how much I love your cakes?” He asked and before the blond could even think of an answer, Harry pressed his tongue above Draco's knee and worked his way up the thigh. Teasing him mercilessly, Harry licked every sweet crevice of the teen's body making Draco buck his hips in abandonment when he wouldn't touch the one place that Draco wanted so desperately to be touched.

“Harry, please...” Draco begged when Harry continued to tease him. Then that wonderful, warm, wet mouth was around his swollen shaft, teeth scraping the underside as a tongue washed over the head, licking away the precum that had already appeared there. Gasping, Draco bucked his hips only to have Harry place one hand on his thigh in order to keep him still, while Harry thrusted his other hand down the front of his jeans never taking his mouth off the Slytherin's length.

Then the hand that had been on Draco's thigh traveled up his stomach to grab a nipple, whilst the mouth continued to suck on his aching length at a pace Draco couldn't help but match with thrusts of his own. The nipple was pinched hard and the sensation traveled straight to his cock.

"Oh, God," Draco cried, and he could hold on no longer. His seed shot into Harry's willing mouth and Harry kept sucking until Draco's trembling ceased. The other teen then stood and kissed Draco again, Draco tasting himself on Harry's tongue while the brunette stroked himself twice more before coming.

Whimpering in exhaustion, Draco laid his body flat on the table pulling Harry on top of him wrapping his legs around the younger teen's waist as they kissed happily.

“So, what brought this on?” Draco asked tiredly running his hand through Harry's hair and down his back softly making his Gryffindor purr in content.

“You, you tease.” Harry smiled kissing Draco lazily on the chest.

“Me? A tease?” Draco scoffed, “You must forget, my dear Harry in order to be a tease one does not put out so, Love, that clearly does not make me of all people a tease.” He sneered playfully making Harry laugh.

“You're right, no way in hell, are you a tease,” Harry agreed,”but you sure do know how to rile me up; intentionally or not.”

“Ah, but you must admit that that's a good thing.” Draco smiled kissing him gently before Harry got up and retrieved his clothes.

Standing up, Draco slipped on his boxer's and then pulled Harry into his arms.

“It's a great thing.”Harry smiled softly. Laughing, Draco pulled his jeans on,”So what was that about dragons?” he asked distracted as he began looking for his socks.

“The first task, it's dragons.” Harry explained sitting down groaning after doing a quick cleaning charm on himself, the table, and the floor when he remembered what exactly had brought him to seek out his boyfriend.

“What?” Draco said dropping the sock that he had just found, “Dragons? What are they bleeding crazy?” he exclaimed frantically running his hands through his hair, “How do you know anyways? I thought that the champions wouldn't know what the task was going to be until tomorrow night along with the rest of the school.”

“They weren't supposed to, but I guess Hagrid wanted me to see what was coming before Tuesday...he took Madame Maxime along with us—I was hidden underneath my dad's cloak—Hagrid met up with Charlie—Ron's older brother—he along with thirty other wizards brought four huge dragons. After I saw what I guess I needed to see I left and almost ran into Karkaroff on the way back here to talk to Sirius. So, now that means by breakfast; Victor and Fleur will know, too.”

“Are you going to tell Cedric?”
“I'm going to have to, aren't I? He should at least be on equal footing with us, shouldn't he?” Harry sighed as he and Draco walked to Harry's bedroom after getting completely dressed, and cuddled on his couch under Draco's old and worn Chudley Cannons blanket, “I'll tell him later on today.”

“Good,” Draco sighed as he ran his fingers through Harry's raven locks soothingly, “Do you at least know what you have to do with the dragons?”

“We're supposed to have to get past them somehow—for what? I'm not really sure—but, Dray they have a Hungarian Horntail and not just any Horntail but a nesting one!” The distraught Gryffindor exclaimed, “By any luck; I'll end up getting the most dangerous one out all of them.”

“Wait! Did you say nesting?” seeing his nod, “Was the Horntail the only one nesting or were all four of them nesting?” Draco asked eagerly.

“I overheard Charlie telling Hagrid that the committee wanted all four of them to be nesting; why?”

“Because, now I know what you have to do on Tuesday! Harry, when dragons are nesting; they become really protective of their eggs; meaning...”

“Meaning—I have to get past the dragons and steal one of their eggs!” Harry caught on.

“Exactly!” Draco agreed smugly; happy that he helped figure out what the task was going to actually to be only for his pride to vanish when it finally hit him that Harry was going to have go against the dragons.

“Merda.” Harry sputtered; clearly summarizing what he felt about the situation which Draco was very happy to agree with.

“Yeah, shit.”

Tuesday November 24, 1994 1:28 A.M.

Switching to foot to foot, Draco anxiously waited for Harry to return to their home from the celebration party the Gryffindors were surely throwing him, to make sure that he was safe. Draco couldn't really make up his mind on whether or not he was going to hug his boyfriend in congrats or smack him upside the head for doing something so dangerous as getting chased by dragon on his broom—never mind the facts that; Harry was a natural flyer and the dragon didn't have a chance on catching the brunette, it had been the smartest way of getting the egg successfully, or the fact that no matter how he did it; it was going to be dangerous—after all he was going against a dragon.

Hearing the door open, Draco broke out of his thoughts just as he saw Fred and George walk in with their arms around Harry's shoulders; all three of talking proudly of the task.

“Draco! You must proud of your boy, eh mate?” George asked clapping Harry on the back proudly.

Ignoring the question, Draco pushed the twins the off of Harry and began running his hands all over the younger teen, checking desperately to make sure Harry wasn't harmed in any way. Giving the other teens a questioning stare, Harry stopped Draco's hands that had just begun lifting his t-shirt up, “Dray?” He questioned looking into gray eyes and then gave an understanding smile.

Pulling Draco into his arms, “It's okay, I'm safe. I didn't get a single scratch.” Harry soothed his boyfriend ignoring the others for the moment. Taking a deep breath, the blond Slytherin calmed down and pulled back, “You sure?”

“Doubly sure.”

“Good.” Draco smiled before smacking the back of Harry's head making the others laugh while the brunette winced, “ Don't you ever scare me like that again! Honestly, that had to be one of the scariest eight minutes of my life! And I wasn't even the one that had to face the bleeding dragon!” He chastised.

“I'm sorry, “ Harry apologized, “I can honestly promise you that I will never do anything like that again.” he teased making Draco pout before giving him a light kiss .

Pulling him onto their couch, Draco planted himself on the Gryffindor's lap, “Now tell me everything—move by move—how did you feel up there? You were incredible by the way...”

After they all had received the task from Harry's point of view, everyone but the male couple left, all leaving proud of what their brother had accomplished.

“You really scared me, you know. When that dragon had hit you on the shoulder...I—“ Draco said back the tears as he remembered how scared he had been for Harry.

“Hey, none of that,” Harry said lifting Draco's chin with a finger, “I'm here and I'm safe, remember? But I'll tell you one good thing that came out of facing a dragon—well, besides being tied first place with Krum, that is...”

“What?”

“Ron and I finally made up.” Harry sighed happily making Draco break out into a full fledge smile.

“Oh, Harry I'm so proud of you!” Draco exclaimed before claiming Harry's lips; showing him exactly how proud he was of him.

Wednesday February 24th, 1995 1:00 P.M.

Sighing, Draco was once again found himself anxiously awaiting the arrival of his boyfriend, with the same contemplation stuck in his head with the only difference being that he was alone this time around. Holding back tears, Draco bit his lip when he remembered how he felt when Harry hadn't appeared after his hour was up.

He had been so scared...so terrified that something had had happened to his boyfriend, he had been so freaked out that he had almost had blown his cover. Hell, the only reason that had stopped him from jumping into the water after Harry was the fact that Pansy and Blaise had been holding him down where they had been sitting in each side of him at the moment.

And when he finally emerged, Draco's worry had been relieved only to turn into anger and jealousy when he saw Hermione run up to him and hug him. He wasn't jealous of Hermione—because he knew that Harry didn't feel a thing for the girl besides brotherly love—it was the fact that she got to openly embrace the male Gryffindor while he had to plant a sneer onto his face as he stood on the sidelines along with other Slytherins...that was the reason why he was jealous.

While he had to talk to an animagus Rita Skeeter—under the orders of Lucius—telling the lies that he and Harry had worked out together instead of him getting to be the one to embrace Harry. He was so sick of having to hide who he really was.

He hated the fact that Harry had to pretend to have an obvious crush on Cho Chang. He hated the fact that he had to tell Rita the-bitch-Skeeter such horrible lies about not only his boyfriend but Hermione as well. He hated the fact that he had to go to the Yule Ball with Pansy instead of his boyfriend who he had to watch dance ackwardly with Parvari Patil—he wanted to be the one to dance ackwardly with Harry, damn it! He hated to have to meet Harry at night secretly, most nights after midnight. Draco hated the fact that he had to take nap after classes just so had never energy to make out with his boyfriend. Draco hated the fact that he couldn't openly cheer for his boyfriend after each accomplishment.

But most of Draco hated all the goddamn lies and was sick of being the stuck-up Slytherin git that everyone loved to hate that his 'beloved father' forced him to be.

“Hey Dray, baby are you okay?” Harry asked his voice full of concern wiping angry tears that had fallen from Draco's eyes; unnoticed by the blond.

He had walked into the R of R and been surprised to see Draco standing in front of the door in some kind of trance, not showing Harry any sign that he had seen him enter the room. Walking up to the blond, Harry had playfully waved his hands in front of Draco's face only to stop shortly when he saw tears rapidly running down his boyfriend's face.

Blinking his eyes back to reality when he felt Harry's kind warm hands on his face, Draco broke.

“Harry...” Was the only thing Draco whispered before falling into the brunette's waiting arms as he sobbed uncontrollably. Heartbroken by the sounds of Draco's cries, Harry did the only thing he could do; he held him, comforting him the best way he could. Letting him know that he was there by his words that he whispered as he held onto him.

Lifting the blond up, bridal style, Harry carried him to the couch and place him on his lap, running his hands soothingly through Draco's white-blond locks as the distraught teen tried desperately to get a hold of himself.

Crying for a bit more, Draco finally managed to calm himself down and began rubbing his eyes, angry for himself for breaking down. Sniffling, “I'm sorry, Harry...I didn't mean to break down. I promised to myself that I wouldn't cry this year and I broke it damn it!” he tried apologizing, “It's just when you didn't come out of the water after the hour was up, I was so scared that you wouldn't be okay...and then when you finally did, it was only for Hermione to be the one to hold you; it made me realize something.”

Holding his breath, Harry choked out, “Dray..Draco are you trying to break up with me?”

“Merlin, no!” Draco exclaimed, “It's just...You holding her; it made me realize that that would never be me. Not with everything being the way it is. It made me realize how sick, how much I hate these stupid fucking lies and how much I hate it being this way. That I”m the one that can't hug you when you come back from the tasks, I can't be the one to dance with you at the stupid ball, that I can't shove you against the wall and kiss you, showing everybody that we belong to one another. I'm sick of hiding,Harry.

But I know that I can't tell everybody, not without Pansy and Blaise going along with it—and I know they're..I'm not ready for the backlash, for the accusing eyes...Damn it! Harry, I don't know what to do! Please, tell me what to do?” Draco begged clutching Harry's sweater like a lifeline.

“Draco, I don't know what to tell you and I'm not going to tell you what to do because at the end of the day; it's not my secret to tell. It's yours. It's Blaise'. It's Pansy's. It will never be mine. All I can tell you is that when you do decide to tell everybody is: make sure that you guys are fully ready to tell because you decided; not because you think the twins and I need you to. We—I have never once tried to make feel like you needed to show everybody who you guys really are because I know who you are and that's all that matters.

You don't think that I want all those things that you mentioned? I do, damn it! But like I told you it's not my choice and I won't make you; not if you're not ready for it. And I know you're not ready for how the people will react to the truth—so, don't try to make yourself ready. But when you do—even if we have to wait until graduation to do so—I'll be there right beside you to hex any arseholes that try messing with you.” Harry proclaimed passionately, making Draco's eyes water.

“You'd really wait two and half years for me?” Draco choked out in disbelief.

“If I have to and if you allow me to be.”

/Merlin, what did I do to make you love me enough to send me this man?/ Draco thought as he straddled Harry, kissing him; showing him how much Harry really meant to him.

“And I promise that I won't try to make you worry so much about me, okay?” Harry promised hugging the blond tightly to him after they released one another's lips.

“Merlin, I hope so.”

END OF FLASHBACK

Harry broke that promise; twice.

He had broken it the day he ended up on Trelawney's floor screaming and clutching onto his scar.

And he broke it again; when he stepped onto the quidditch field and into the maze along with Cedric Diggory.

Not that Harry meant to; it's just that Draco couldn't help but worry. It was inevitable—it really was, especially now; when he had overheard Hagrid talking about some of the things that were in the maze.

Honestly, blast-ended skrewts, boggarts, a sphinx, and giant spiders! Who wouldn't be worried? And him just sitting there; not knowing what was happening didn't help at all either.

/Merlin, I need something to distract me...I need.../

“I need to get out of here.” He whispered to Pansy and Blaise, who looked at him in understanding. Nodding, the three of them quietly got up and snuck out of the stands and headed to the school, thinking that no one saw them.

Oh, how wrong they were.....


Thursday June 24, 1995 Dusk

Ron and Hermione's P.O.V.

Looking at Draco Malfoy, one would see an arrogant, self-centered, cold-hearted bastard completely unfazed as he watched Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory run into the maze...unless, of course you knew where to look.

For instance; Pansy knew when the blond was anxious or irritated, he would bite his lip discreetly as he wrung his hands. And Blaise always noticed that when he was scared or worried, Draco would finger the necklace that Harry had given him last year for their first Valentine's.

He was doing all three.

The only other people that knew of this was Severus Snape and Fred and George Weasley...and Hermione Granger.

Not that she knew of his behavior, it's just they way he had been acting since the beginning of the last task that made her take notice of the evil Slytherin. How he kept wringing his hands together, how he would put his hands up to the middle of his chest as if he was holding onto something that only he could see.

It just seemed too suspicious of him, as if he was up to something, something that he wasn't so sure of.

“Ron, look at Malfoy!” Hermione whispered frantically grabbing onto the red-head's forearm, pointing to the blond, who had once again returned to the action of wringing his hands together.

“The ferret looks like he's up to something.” Ron stated Hermione's suspicions, “Do you think he is?”

“I don't know...but it looks like we're about to find out, aren't we?” She said standing up when she saw the Slytherin trio walk down the quidditch stands.

Getting up, the spying duo quietly followed the three to the school and up seven floors of stairs until the Slytherins stopped at a tapestry making Ron and Hermione hide in alcove around the corner.

“What on earth is she doing?” Ron questioned when they saw Pansy Parkinson walking three times past the same picture while Draco and Blaise waited next to her.

“She's trying to get into the Room of Requirement, of course.” George said stepping in front of the teens along with his matching brother, scaring Ron and Hermione in the process; distracting them enough not to see Pansy and the others disappear.

“That's where it's located?” Hermione asked fascinated after the effects of the twins sneaking up on them wore off.

“Yes, ma'am. Found it in our second year, didn't we George?”

“Sure did, Fred. Had some good time's in there, didn't we? Especially you, huh Fred?”

“That I did, dear ol' George, that I—“

“Wait! What are you three talking about? What's the Room of Requirement?” Ron interrupted the mirror images conversation.

“It's a secret room, Ronald, “ Hermione began explaining in excitement, “if you walk past a certain portrait three times thinking of what you need, a door handle will appear and inside the room it would hold the the thing that you had required; hence the name Room of Requirement.”

“Right you are, dear Hermy—“ George corrected.

“Now, what brought you to suddenly decide to trail the Slytherin Trio?” Fred questioned.

“They looked like they were up to something, and we wanted to find out. I have a feeling that it has something to do with Harry.” Hermione answered walking to the tapestry followed by the Weasley brothers.

“Up to something, you say? Has to do with Harry, you say?” George questioned looking at Fred pointedly, who gave a quick nod, “Well, okay then, step back.” He ordered pushing Hermione away from the tapestry where she had been looking at it in interest. Taking a deep breath, George walked back and forth in front of the portrait.

Gasping, “What were you thinking about?” Ron asked when he saw the handle appear on the picture.

“The password.” George shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the shocked looks of both the younger teens, he continued, “Now remember, you wanted to know the truth.” He warned them as he followed Fred into the room after he opened the door.

“What the bloody hell!” Ron exclaimed after he entered the room.

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Okay, that's it for now and I'm sorry for being late; I just got my laptop back from Ray this afternoon.

Next chapter:

Chapter 16: The Confrontation: Hermione and Ron finally find out what Harry's been hiding from them.

Calian