Even More Dirty Little Secrets

A/N I apologize for the long wait for this update. Life happened. There will be one more part after this. Enjoy!


Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and have made no money from the writing of this fiction.

Part 2

Hermione glanced at the clock as she tried to finish the last words on her scroll before seven o’clock. Harry had just stepped into the library and she spotted him looking about for her. She smiled at him ruefully when he spotted her and made his way to her table.

“You ready?” he asked.

“For our weekly blackmail sex?” she frowned.

Harry looked about and hissed, “Shhhhhh.”

“Harry, sit down,” she replied, pointing at the seat across from her with her quill.

“Hermione… it’s time to go,” Harry reminded, nodding at the clock on the wall.

“Just for a minute,” she stated.

Harry sighed and sat down.

Hermione studied him for a moment. Disappointment tearing her up inside. Why had he fallen in with Malfoy, living this secret life of sex and lies? How could she have been so wrong about Harry? Did he actually care about anyone except himself?

She had tried so hard this past week to remain herself - as if she didn’t know all that Blaise had revealed. She had wanted to slap Harry, hard, and scream at him. Instead she made excuses to be away from him, which also meant she had to be away from Ron, citing that she had a huge project to concentrate on this week and she had to spend all her time in the library.

She took a breath. “Harry, we have to find a way out of this situation. I don’t know if Ron told you or not, but we are together now.”

Harry’s face looked frightened for a moment. “What?!”

“Ron and I - we made love,” Hermione clarified. “I thought you knew that we had deeper feelings for one another - for awhile now.”

Harry leaned forward, his hand rising to rub the back of his neck. “ Yeah, I knew there was feelings there, but…”

“But? But what?”

Harry leaned back in his chair. “What about… us?”

“Us?” Hermione grinned. “Harry, you can’t be serious? You don’t really want me that way, do you?”

“I don’t know,” Harry replied. “I wanted time to find out, though.”

“I’m sorry, Harry, but I want Ron. I’ve always wanted Ron. And I need this whole thing with Malfoy and Zabini to end. We have to let Ron know so that we can move on from here. He might be upset, but he’ll get over it. I just know it.”

“What? No! Hermione, fuck!” Harry cried. He lowered his voice as heads in the library began to turn towards them and hissed, “Ron can’t know that I’m gay!”

“He won’t care, Harry,” Hermione stated. “He’s not going to be a prick about it.”

Hermione began packing up her items in her bag as Harry stared at her in shock.

“What are you doing?” he asked, unsure what was going on anymore.

“We have somewhere to be, don’t we?” Hermione stated. “But it ends tonight, Harry. The lies end tonight.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “This will not go well, Hermione,” he muttered. He got up, following a few steps behind her.

Hermione tried to keep the emotions from her expression as they left the library. She knew Harry was very intuitive and he was confused at the moment. She could feel his penetrating gaze probing her, trying to understand.

They entered the classroom where Draco and Blaise were waiting, leaning against the teachers desk and talking in quiet tones.

Draco’s head turned toward them as they entered and sneered. “It’s about time. You are late. We were just about to leave and find Weasley.”

“No need to find me, I’m already here,” Ron said, stepping into the classroom behind Harry and Hermione.

Hermione grinned smugly.

Harry whipped his head around and looked at Ron, surprised. Then he looked at Hermione, angrily. “Hermione… what the fuck?”

Draco looked surprised for a moment, his eyes shifting to all three in turn. Then he broke out in laughter. “Oh, this is rich! Conscience got to you, eh Granger?” He glanced at Blaise. “Looks like we have another toy to play with, Blaise.”

Blaise smiled slightly, eyes not quite meeting Draco’s.

“I don’t think so, ferret,” Ron snapped. He raised his wand and pointed it at Draco. “You are going to pay for blackmailing my friends.”

Draco laughed harder. “You think I’m stupid, Weasley. I’ve already charmed the room. Wands will not be effective for the next two hours in this space. I’m the king of forethought and strategy.”

Ron lowered his wand. “Then it will be three against two. We’ll fuck you up with fists!” Ron took a step past Harry and Hermione, glancing at Harry. “Come on, Harry. This will be fun.”

But Harry didn’t move. “Ron, I think you should leave. We’ll take care of this…”

Ron frowned. “What? I’m not letting him touch Hermione. She’s mine now.”

Then Draco burst out laughing again. “Oh, Weasley… having an identity crisis now? Can’t stand the fact that you enjoy gay sex, so you decide you better make the moves on Granger to prove to yourself that you’re straight?”

Ron’s face turned red with anger as he turned to Draco. “Fuck off, Malfoy. Just because you are a flaming homo, doesn’t mean everyone else is!”

Harry grabbed Ron around the waist, holding him back from hitting Draco. “Ron, stop!”

“Actually, everyone in this room is homosexual, except Draco,” a voice said.

Everyone’s head turned toward the cupboard as Pansy Parkinson stepped out. She looked coolly at each face, lingering a bit longer on Hermione’s.

Hermione’s eyes opened wider and she shook her head.

Ron laughed, shaking off Harry’s arms. “You’re a mad wench, Parkinson. Gay, my arse! Hermione’s my girl.”

Pansy snarled. “No, Weasley, Hermione is MY girl.”

“PANSY!” Hermione cried. “Stop!”

Ron’s head snapped towards Hermione. “Pansy? What’s this, Hermione? Why…”

“This is bollocks, Pansy,” Draco interrupted. “One of your stupid games. So, who told you about our little group here?” Draco looked around and noticed Blaise was being especially quiet. “Blaise?”

“No, Draco,” he replied. “It was Pansy that actually filled me in on current events.”

“Current events? What is that suppose to mean? That Pansy and Granger went lezzy?” Draco droned.

“No,” Blaise replied. “That is actually news to me. I’m speaking of other… happenings.” His gaze swung to Harry, who was pressing himself back against the wall, trying to seem inconspicuous.

Draco’s posture stiffened a bit, but he tried to keep his calm. “Oh? And what ‘happenings’ are those?”

“Enough!” Pansy snapped, causing the room to grow silent as she took command. “I’ve had enough of lies and intrigue. It’s time for everyone to come clean. Everyone in this room has a secret longing for someone else in this room. We are going to get it all sorted out.”

“Who the fuck says we have to?” Draco snapped. “You have no idea what the truth is Pansy.”

“I know you’ve been fucking Harry Potter since third year,” Pansy replied.

Harry and Draco went pale. They glanced about nervously, waiting for the backlash.

There was none. It was as if…

“Yes, we already all know,” Hermione confirmed. She turned pained eyes to Harry. “Harry, I could care two figs if you’re gay, or even if you wanted Malfoy. But, it’s the lying… all these years… the games… that hurts the most. I thought you had honor and integrity.”

Harry kept his eyes on the ground. “I’m sorry, Hermione,” he whispered, his throat swelling with sadness.

“Is that really regret you’re feeling, Harry,” Ron sneered. “Or is that an act too?”

“I wouldn’t feel so high and mighty if I were you, Weasley,” Draco snapped, “you fucking molester.”

Ron turned a red, angry face towards Draco. “Wha…”

“Draco, don’t!” Harry warned.

Draco stood straight, pointing at Ron accusingly, ignoring Harry’s fear. “You fucking molest Harry while he’s sleeping, you ginger-headed fuck clown.”

Ron’s nostrils flared as all eyes turned to him and his skin glowed red with embarrassment. He shook his head. “No… I… he has nightmares…”
Ron looked at Harry. “How…?” Then Ron realized… to Harry’s horror.

“You knew! You were not really dreaming?” Ron accused.

Harry couldn’t find any words, he stared at Ron, mortified.

Ron staggered back and sat down in a desk, hiding his face in his hands.

“Are you happy now?” Hermione snapped at Pansy. “The truth is shite! You’ve only managed to tear everyone apart.”

“The truth was necessary,” Pansy replied. “You needed to see what utter swine men are, Hermione. Now you can be with me. We won’t have to hide our feelings from anyone anymore.”

Hermione shook her head. “I don’t want you.”

“That’s not what you said last summer,” Pansy reminded.

“Well, well, looks like Granger had her own dirty little secrets,” Draco frowned. “Regardless, Pansy, I assure you that Granger likes cock, in spite of any experimenting she may have done last summer. I’m not letting any of you have her because I’ve decided to keep her for myself.”

Hermione’s mouth dropped open. “Keep me?” she replied angrily. “Keep me? Out of everyone in this room, you are the last person I’d choose!”

She didn’t realize until that moment just how infatuated Draco was with her as her words seemed to cut into him, causing him to cringe slightly, before regaining his composure.

“Moment of truth,” Pansy said. “I think I’ve made my intentions clear. Hermione, I still love you and I want you. Whom do you desire?”

“I… Ron, I’m with Ron,” Hermione replied. “Ron, I don’t care if you tried a few things with Harry. I love you. Besides, I know Harry was aware and it is him I blame.”

Ron lowered his hands from his face, looking glumly from Hermione to Harry. “I… love you too, Hermione. But…” His eyes shifted to Harry. “Merlin help me, I think I’m gay.”

Blaise was now roused. “You want Harry?” he snapped. “No fucking way!” Blaise turned towards Harry. “Potter, I know I’ve been an arse at times, manipulating you into being with me. But I realize you’ve been more of a master of manipulating than any of us. And, still, I fucking want you for my own. I’m willing to give up everyone else if you’ll decide to be with me - as my boyfriend.”

Harry looked at the ground, feeling exposed. He never thought everyone would find out about his games. “I don’t know,” he mumbled, glancing at Blaise. Then he looked helplessly at Draco.

Draco had his arms crossed, angry after Hermione’s rejection. He looked at the wall as he huffed, “He wants me, Blaise, all right?” Draco looked at Harry. “He’s in love me.”

Blaise felt his teeth clench. “And you?”

“I already said who I want.” Draco sneered. “Pansy’s right. I’m not really gay. But I’m not adverse to using sex to get what I want.”

Blaise stood, fists clenched. “So, you’ve been using Harry all these years? And he’s been doing your twisted bidding because he loves you? Because he’d do anything for you?”

Draco gazed at Blaise, his silence the answer.

“And, you made him suck off Weasley, deceive his own best mate, so you’d have a better chance with Hermione?”

Draco lifted one brow.

“And what about me? Did you order him to get with me too?” Blaise continued, afraid of the answer.

“You’re the one that wanted him, Blaise. I simply allowed it. I’ve always felt that allowing him to sleep with others would lessen his obsession with me. So, you see, I was doing him a favor.”

Blaise turned to Harry. “Do you hear that, Harry? You still want him after all he has said? He doesn’t want you as a lover, just as a servant, someone to do his bidding and get Granger for him.”

Harry looked sad and distressed. He really didn’t know what he wanted right now. Everything had fallen apart. His friends now hated him. The last thing on his mind was romance. He shook his head, “I don’t want to think about it right now.” He pushed off from the wall. “Look, everyone, I’m really, really, sorry about all I’ve done. Ron, Hermione… I love you both. But, I was addicted to loving Draco. I feel really terrible. I don’t expect you’ll forgive me anytime soon. But I hope someday you will.”

There was complete silence as everyone stood in anger and accusation.

Pansy shook her head. “It seems that none of us will be getting what we want.”

“So, genius, are you happy now?” Draco asked, sarcastically. “My very promising evening, and those to come, have now been utterly ruined. It seems we are all at an impasse.”

People began moving towards the door.

Pansy did a quick spin and stood before them, holding her arms out. “Just a moment, please.”

They paused in curiosity.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t let this evening go to waste after all,” Pansy smiled. “We now know everyone else’s dirty little secrets. I think a new arrangement is in order.”

“Pansy…” Blaise warned. “What are you hinting at?”

“Why should we leave this room, feeling that our reputations with the rest of the school population will soon be demolished? Do we all agree that we should keep all our secrets within our little group here?”

The teens all glanced at one another, nodding.

“Yeah, I think that would be wise,” Ron agreed.

“Good,” Pansy smiled. “And, since we already have these secrets to protect, why not have a few more?”

Draco grinned slyly at her. “Pansy, Pansy, Pansy,” he said, shaking his head.

“What’s she talking about?” Ron asked, confused.

Draco scowled at Ron. “Fucking, Weasel. She is suggesting that we stay here and fuck. Is that plain enough for you?”

Ron sneered at Draco. “With you? Is she bloody mad?”

“With whoever you want,” Pansy replied. “With… as many as you want.”

“An orgy?” Hermione said, shocked.

“Yes, love,” Pansy grinned at her. “You want cock, you can have cock. And you can have me too, if you want.”

“So, what does everyone say… yes or no?” Pansy asked.

OOOOO

A/N .

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