The Consequences of Secrets

Harry was tossing and turning in bed as I slid into my own four-poster. His lips were moving slowly, then quickly, then slowly again. He was speaking. I moved closer to him. His words came out as breaths, soft, gasp-y breaths. Ron, Ron, Ron. Don’t go. Please don’t go. I love you. Please. I need you. He was sweating profusely and tears were dropping from his eyes. I reached out and brushed away the hair that was plastered to his forehead. His eyes shot open.

“Ron!” He jolted up and pulled me close. His face was pressed hard to my chest as he heaved for air, crying harder now.

I rubbed his back, my face blank. “What’s wrong Harry?” I kissed the top of his head to calm him down. He was shaking.

“I had a horrible dream. You left me. You stopped loving me. I’ve been having them a lot lately.” He looked up at me, his eyes glossed over with tears.

I wiped his tears away. I had not known this. It explained a lot really, the possessiveness, the questions, everything. “Don’t worry Harry, I’m not going anywhere—” I’m just sneaking off with your worst enemy every night and screwing him silly. “You know I’ll always be here—” Just until Draco and I can run away together.

“You promise?” He rose to his knees so our noses brushed against one another’s. I could feel his breath against my lips at I crossed my fingers behind his back and nodded my head. This brought a smile to his pouty lips, I was glad.

I stroked his hair and kissed his forehead. “Get some sleep, Harry. We have class tomorrow.” I laid him down and stroked his cheek lightly before stepping to my own bed and crawling in.

I did love Harry. He was my boyfriend. We were close. But I was starting to feel like I was second best to him. He had started keeping things from me and everyone could tell that I was distressed from it. That was when Draco and I had started talking. He was there for me like no one else could be. Sure it all had to be kept secret, but it was still wonderful. He treated me well and his kisses were like magic. It hadn’t taken long for the two of us to fall for each other.

“Ron?” I heard Harry whisper.

I opened my drowsy eyes and looked over at his bed. “What?” I was so exhausted. I didn’t want to move.

“Can I sleep with you?” I could tell he was still crying, so I couldn’t refuse. I pulled back my blankets and told him to crawl in. He practically flew under my sheets and clung tightly to me. I buried my nose into the top of his head. His hair smelled so nice tonight. Maybe I didn’t want to leave him; I wasn’t sure anymore.

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Harry was gone when I woke up the next morning. I wasn’t the least bit surprised, he was rarely anywhere with me. I threw on my robes and ambled down to the dinning hall in hopes of finding him there.

I was my dark-haired boyfriend sitting at the Gryffindor table, surrounded buy his Quidditch buddies. I grimaced and shuffled over to him. I really hated the guys he hung out with; they were so immature and rather crude.

“Ron!” Harry half squealed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips to mine. I could see Draco looking at us out of the corner of my eye. I pulled away from Harry swiftly and pecked his cheek.

“You know that makes me uncomfortable.” I wiped off my lips and looked him in the eye. The crushed feeling the rested inside of him was apparent, and I did feel bad, but I couldn’t kiss him in front of Malfoy, even if he did know.

I sat silently with Harry and his friends until they left, then I was alone. I sipped my orange juice slowly, my eyes locked on the blonde that I had spent the previous night with. He stared back, nibbling on a piece of toast and talking lamely with his friends. He didn’t seem interested with them.

I wanted to jump over the tables and pin him to the wall the longer I gazed at him. He knew it too, the way he licked his lips, the way he batted his eyes. He was taunting me because of the kiss. He was such a git. A loud thunk resounded throughout the hall when I slammed my glass down on the table and stood up in a huff. I wouldn’t allow him to taunt me, no matter how in love with him I was.

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Hours later I felt a hand grip to my arm as I made my way to my common room. I had expected it to be the blonde that had angered me so fully earlier that morning, but it wasn’t him. In fact, it wasn’t a boy at all. The person standing in front of me was a frizzy-haired know it all.

“What do you want, Hermione?” My tone was harsh, but I was still fuming.

She looked at me in her stern way, when she knew that you were up to no good at all. “Where were you last night? You can’t say nowhere because we both know that I caught you sneaking in.”

“What’s it to you? Can’t you just stay out of business that’s not your own for once!?” My face was hot with anger. I knew that with every word I was delving deeper and deeper into some sort of hole, and yet I continued. I was stupid.

“Harry says you’ve been acting strange. I’m just trying to figure out why. He’s mad about you Ron, and your actions could ruin it all. You have both sacrificed so much to be together. Are you really going to let some shady behavior falter what you two have?” She was making a lot of sense to me, but that didn’t mean I was going to tell her a thing.

I sighed heavily and looked her in the eye. “I just need to get some air last night. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately and I need to sort it all out. And I’m not the only one acting strange. He was the one crying last night. He’s the one that’s been brushing me off. Sometimes I wonder if I even exist in his mind. This isn’t just about me, Hermione; he’s making things hard too.” At that I pushed past her and toward the common room.

I ran up the spiral stairs to the dormitory and found Harry lying half nude on my bed. I hadn’t seen that much of his skin in months, around the same time Draco and I had become extremely intimate. I licked my lips and stepped towards the dark-haired boy on my bed.

“Good afternoon Harry.” I slid onto the bed next to him and ran my hand up his muscular chest. His skin glittered in the warm light of the afternoon sun; it was gorgeous.

He slipped his hand over mine and brought it to his lips, gently kissing my fingertips. “Good afternoon.” He shifted his lean body so he was on top of me. “I missed you. You were really quiet this morning.” Light kisses were scatter over my neck when he bent over. My hands moved along his strong back.

“I’m terribly sorry. I just get uncomfortable around then.” His hand was moving up my stomach, under my shirt. His hands were warm. It felt amazing.

“I know you do, but we’re alone now.” He pulled his wand out of his back pocket and waved it at the door, locking it. “We have all afternoon.”

He kissed me and we smile against each others lips. I knew it would be amazing.