No One's Secret to Keep

Yawn

Hermione Granger found it hard to sit between her two best friends in the world, working---yet again---on another last minute essay. “Ronald, for the life of me, I cannot understand how you’ve forgotten the parts of a Whomping Willow seeing as one almost killed us third year!”

“Sorry, ‘Mione,” came the hopeless reply. “I just can’t think straight today.”

Yawn.

“Well, Ronald, do try and focus because, as you know my essay has been completed since---”

“Yes, ‘Mione, I know! Since Professor Sprout assigned the damn thing! Thanks for throwing that in my face!”

“You exaggerate!”

“Fine, but seeing as the truth was that you did it directly after class . . .”

“Ron!”

Yawn.

“I mean, for God’s sakes, woman. You did have two weeks to do it!”

“And so did you, Ronald, so why are you doing now, less than two hours before it is due?”

Yawn.

“Oh, do shut up, Hermione!”

Yawn.

“Ron! Calm down---” Yawn. “---you’re being incredibly rude---” Yawn. “---for absolutely no reason!”

“Well---” Yawn. “---you’re being an insufferable---” Yawn. “---know-it-all that---” YAWN! “Bloody hell, Harry! What’s the matter, mate?”

“Huh?” Harry asked, jerking up straight and looking between his two friends through sleepy eyes and crooked glasses. “Wussup?”

“Harry, have you slept at all?” Hermione asked, concern lacing her voice as her forehead crinkled under long brown sugar colored bangs.

“Yeah, mate. You haven’t seemed yourself at all today,” Ron inquired, concern also making him forget the entire argument he and Hermione had just shared.

Harry grinned at each friend sheepishly and shook his head, both to wake himself up and reassure his friends. “I’m just a bit tired. I’ll take a nap, ride my broom later, you know, to get some fresh air, and I’ll be in top form in no time.”

Hermione smiled at him and reached over to grab the half finished essay lying on the table before the boy-who-lived. Ron watched her actions with an incredulous look on his face. “Well, why the bloody fuck does he get non-opinionated help!”

“Ew, Ron! ‘Bloody fuck.’ Bad imagery,” laughed Harry.

“Well,” Hermoine began, answering Ron’s question. “He’s Harry and sleepy.”

“See! I knew you always gave him special treatment for being Harry!”

“I give you special treatment for being Ron.” At this statement, the two teens fell immediately silent and turned extremely red. After about five seconds of silent awkwardness, Harry burst into laughter, causing the other two to erupt in a fit of giggles. They laughter continued so long that they didn’t notice when the tight, angry face of the librarian descended on them.

“May I inform you three, since Gryffindors seem so inclined to forget the rules of the library, to be quiet! Students are studying!” Madam Pince snapped before whipping her long robes behind her and stalking away, practically knocking every book the trio had on the table onto the floor with her actions.

“Geez, I wonder what has her knickers in a twist,” Ron mused, watching as the librarian harassed a group of fourth years.

“Probably Filch,” Harry said, his voice level and serious. There was only a brief moment of silence that couldn’t even have lasted fifteen seconds before the ridiculously loud laughter of the three Gryffindors echoed throughout Madam Pince’s lair.

*

Draco Malfoy was yawning.

Herbology had to be the most uninteresting piece of shit since the History of Magic’s teacher, the ghostly Professor Binns. And what sucked the most about it had to be the fact that he was partnered with the runt of the Gryffindors, Neville Longbottom a.k.a. the Plant Dork. Draco scanned silver eyes across the inept student and guessed he was pleased that he was partnered with the bumbling fool in the only subject he was good in.

Meant less work for him.

He folded his arm and looked distastefully upon the ugly violet plant Longbottom was hopelessly working to get open and was to comment that the Gryffindor would probably have better chance using his fat ass, but was interrupted when he heard yet another ripple of giggles come from everyone’s favorite trio.

He frowned and tried to look away, but when the giggling started all over again, he found his eyes back on the Gryffindors. Potter was standing between his friends, a broad smile on his handsome face directed towards Weasley, but Draco knew it was intended for Granger, too. He felt an unexpected twinge of something in his chest. Surely it wasn’t jealousy.

Draco’s frown deepened into a right out scowl when he saw the green-eyed boy sling his arm onto his redheaded friend’s shoulders. Of course he knew the Weasel only had a taste for the Mudblood, but seeing Potter so casually touch someone . . . voluntarily, without pleading and begging.

“Uh . . . Malfoy?” came a soft, nervous voice next to him. He turned his head quickly, sending chin length bangs swinging in all directions and then falling perfectly back into place.

“What?”

“Uh . . . do you mind?” Longbottom asked, looking down at his arm. Draco followed the line of the other boy’s arm and saw Longbottom’s problem. Draco had been gripping his wrist tightly for Lord knows how long, causing the skin to purple with lack of oxygen. “Could you let go? It hurts.”

Draco loosened his long, pale fingers and put his hand flat on the table in front of him. Of course, the fat idiot beside him looked at him funny, but Draco didn’t care. He just turned and looked back to the trio.

*

“Oi! Malfoy!”

The blonde turned and lifted his nose imperiously when he saw his pursuer was Harry. “What do you want, Potter?”

Harry lifted one ebony eyebrow at his counterpart’s tone of voice, but chose not to comment on it. “Professor Sprout assigned us to be partners for our fifty inch research scroll on the effects and purposes of the Viona plant.”

“I am aware of that, Potter. I was there,” Malfoy sniped, hitching the bag sliding off his shoulder back up and beginning to turn away from Harry. “I just do not understand why you’ve chased me all the way down the hallway just to tell me that.”

“Maybe because you bolted out of the greenhouse when we were dismissed from Herbology!”

“And what would be the purpose of me staying there?”

“So we could organize when to meet up to write this scroll!” Harry gasped, totally infuriated and exasperated at Malfoy’s hostile attitude.

“I don’t need your help, Potter,” he said, spitting out his lover’s name with distaste. “I’ll do it myself.”

“You’ll write fifty inches alone, then?” Harry asked disbelievingly. Malfoy merely flipped his hair from his face and turned away to continue on to his next class. Harry huffed out a breath of frustration and looked around to see if there were many others in the hallway. When he finally established that none of these people were anyone he cared about, he rushed up to Malfoy, placed a hand o his shoulder and spun him around sharply.

“What the fuck, Potter?!” Malfoy snarled, lifting up a fist, but Harry grabbed his wrist and yanked him closer so that their faces were only inches apart.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Harry asked, looking straight into Malfoy’s angry silver eyes. The blonde tried to struggle out of the Gryffindor’s grip and failed miserably.

“Well, Potter, if you must know, I’m late to Ancient Runes,” Malfoy said in as steady as a voice as possible.

“Don’t lie to me, you little fucker,” Harry hissed, moving even closer to the boy. “Remember what lying got you last night?”

Silver eyes widened at this and Harry knew why. They were in the middle of the hallway, in the middle of the day, with students trudging back and forth to classes all around them. Red heat started to creep up the Slytherin’s pale neck and ears.

“Potter! We’re in the hallway. You can’t---” Malfoy statement ended abruptly with a yelp when Harry started to stroke the soft skin on the inside of his wrist. “Stop it.”

“No. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Malfoy’s eyes darted around the hall frantically, worried that people might stop and look at them. Surprisingly, as Harry moved even closer, no one noticed the school’s two most notorious enemies talking so closely without screaming and hurling curses at one another.

“I told you what was wrong---”

“Don’t lie!” Harry snapped, his hand tightening on Malfoy’s wrist, hard enough to leave a bruise. “You remember what you get for lying right?”

Malfoy nodded and his eyes fluttered closed as Harry’s lips ghosted over his ear.

“Say it.”

“I got a spanking,” he whispered.

“Do you want another?” Harry asked, every cell in his body charged and excited at this new game he could play.

“Yes,” the blonde murmured, his eyes opening and looking around for anyone to notice once again, but, like before, students just mulled past the pair. Suddenly, Harry started past the blonde and pulled him along by his wrist. “Potter! What the fuck are you---”

“Shut up! You’ll see,” the Boy-Who-Lived snapped. Harry’s heart pumped with excitement as he pulled the other boy to the closest restroom. It took the pair less than a minute to get there and, once there, Harry flung the silver-eyed boy into the closest stall, totally ignoring the bloke standing at the urinal with his back to the door.

“There’s someone in here!” Malfoy gasped, horrified as Harry closed the stall and locked it.

“He doesn’t know who we are, so shut the fuck up.” Harry pressed his lips against the other boy’s and received a moan he felt all the way to his groin for his efforts. Malfoy’s lips were so soft he observed as he took them. He licked the upper one and nibbled the other one, inciting another deep moan from his lover.

“I’m going to be l-l-late t-to Anc-ch-cient R-Ru-unes,” the blonde moaned as Harry began to taste his neck. Harry ignored him and continued his assault on Malfoy’s body. His fingers unclasped his counterpart’s robes then pushed inside those to begin unbuttoning a crisp white shirt. The other boy’s moans became louder as Harry’s skillful tongue ticked his nipples. “I-I thought w-w-w-we were gonna me-e-e-et toni-ight.”

“We are,” Harry assured, smiling against pale flesh, knowing good and well that Malfoy was scared of being caught in the bathroom with Harry Potter’s hand down his pants. Though gender was not important in terms of relationships in the wizarding world, the idea of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy together would rock the school. But this risk of being caught only increased Harry’s arousal.

“N-No, not here,” Malfoy begged as Harry began to unbuckle his belt. Harry’s head snapped up and he captured Malfoy’s chin in his hand so that he could stare straight into the other boy’s eyes.

“Did you just say no to me, bitch?” Before Malfoy could answer, the sound of a slap rang through the bathroom. “On your knees.”

Malfoy immediately complied and looked up to Harry for his next order.

“Suck my dick.”

The blonde rushed frantically to undo Harry’s belt and pants and by the time of the green-eyed boy’s next breath, his erection was engulfed in tight, wet heat. He groaned out loud and looked down to watch his member leave and enter Malfoy’s beautiful mouth at a steady pace. The Slytherin was really too good at this, Harry thought as his thighs tightened. Much better than he, himself was.

Malfoy took his time; starting with just sucking Harry, then working his way around the boy’s member with his tongue; lapping the underside of the erection with the flat of his tongue, then licking at the slit with the tip. Then Malfoy relaxed his throat and took him all the way in.

“Oh God . . . mmm . . . don’t stop . . . uh, Draco, don’t stop . . . mmm,” Harry groaned, over and over until finally his knees buckled and he collapsed against the side of the stall with a shout. He looked down to see Malfoy smiling up at him evilly and held his hand out. “Come here.”

The slightly taller boy stood face to face with Harry, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath. Harry pulled him close and kissed him furiously, licking his own taste from the other boy’s mouth as he did so. He ripped the long robes from Malfoy’s body so that it fell onto the floor behind him, then moved quickly to pull down the silver-eyed boy’s underwear and trousers.

Malfoy soon found himself spun around with Harry hands guiding his own to grip the top of the stall; this caused him to stand, bent over, with his ass in the perfect position for Harry to do anything he wanted to it. Harry smiled and sucked two fingers into his mouth, getting the good and wet for what he wanted to do with them. He carefully began to push his slick finger into Malfoy’s entrance while smoothing his other hand under the other boy’s shirt and unto his pale back to keep him relaxed.

“Aw, fuck!”

Malfoy pushed back against his finger, pushing it inside him, all the while groaning and muttering incoherently under his breath. Soon, Harry’s other finger joined its brother inside of the Slytherin and Harry was gently pumping them in and out, occasionally brushing up against a spot that made Malfoy quiver.

“Faster,” the blonde ordered.

“Beg,” Harry whispered into his ear.

“Please, faster,” Malfoy sobbed, pushing back against Harry’s hand desperately, thoughts of getting to Ancient Runes the last thing on his mind. “Aaawww, fuck me! Fuck. P-Please P-P-Pot-t-t-t-ter!”

Harry gave in to the other boy’s pleads, pumping his fingers faster and hitting Malfoy’s spot harder each time, then watched in pleasure as Malfoy began to come all over himself, shooting his load onto the side of the stall. “God . . . Holy fucking shit . . .”

Harry pushed himself against the other boy and kissed the rim of his ear. “You liked that?”

“Mmm, yes.”

“Good.”

They dressed silently, cleaning themselves and the mess in the stall with a wave of their wands. When both were finally in a similar state they had been in before they had entered the bathroom, they stood straight and looked at one another.

“Well, I guess I’ll go to the library since you made me miss half of Runes,” Malfoy said calmly, carefully avoiding the clash of silver eyes against green.

“Yeah . . . I have to get to History of Magic,” Harry replied awkwardly. Malfoy nodded and moved to leave the stall, but Harry suddenly saw his arm shoot out to stop him.

“What?” Malfoy asked, eyes wide with alarm. Harry opened his mouth, found nothing to say, so instead pulled the blonde into a deep kiss. When Malfoy was thoroughly snogged, he pulled away. “What was that for?”

“I’m sorry,” Harry gasped out.

“For what?” Puzzlement dueled with amusement on the Slytherin’s face. Harry lifted his hand and stroked it over the other by’s reddened cheek.

“I slapped you.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

Malfoy shook his head in confusion, his forehead scrunching up as he tried to figure out what the big deal was. “You’ve slapped me before.”

“Yeah, but . . .” Harry’s voice trailed off and he dropped his hand and looked away with a blush. “But never on your face.”

Malfoy’s eyes widened in surprise and he smiled slightly. “It’s okay, Potter. I accept your apology.”

“Thanks.”

Malfoy smiled again and leaned forward to press a soft kiss against his lover’s lips. Then, he pulled back and for the first time, left Harry before Harry could leave him.

*

A/N: Thanks to Lilith, ColdWater, elphaba, and thrnbrooke for their lovely reviews. -blaquejaxx