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Chapter 22: Exposed
Chapter Number/Total: 22/44
Chapter Title: Exposed
Words: 3707 Words
"I mean, I just don't get it, Harry. Malfoy? Malfoy?"
Harry sighed for the millionth time, staring at Ron from across the table. "Yes," he said, "Malfoy."
"I don't see the point of arguing about this," Hermione spoke up, still reading from her menu. "It's not like you're his father, Ron."
The three of them were seated at a booth in a savvy little place of Hermione's choosing. It wasn't too terribly far from number twelve. Ron, of course, could not put the 'thing with Malfoy' aside.
Ron rounded on her next. "You can't tell me you don't think it's weird," he insisted.
"Weird?" questioned Harry, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes, completely and totally weird," Ron confirmed. "Mental, if you will."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Why does it matter to you?" asked Hermione. "It's not like you're his friend. Harry is, so what's the problem?"
"Oh, I don't know," Ron pretended to think. "His father's a convicted arsehole Death Eater, and he himself was one. And what about everything all over about those Death Eaters that weren't caught? Dolohov, Yaxley, both Lestrange brothers, Jugson. What if Malfoy's working with them? Dad doesn't think it's safe either to be hanging around him."
"What did you do? Run and tell everyone?" Harry asked, eyes narrowing further. His fists clenched.
Ron frowned. "Well, they did want to know why you weren't coming over. What does it matter if I told them?"
Well, that was a legitimate question. What did it really matter if Ron had told them? "He doesn't have anything to do with those Death Eaters. Not a single thing." Harry frowned at the mental image of Draco's scars. "And he wasn't - and isn't - a Death Eater. He doesn't have the Dark Mark."
"Yeah, well, how do you explain the whole damn mess in sixth year, hmm? How about him and his fuc-" Hermione shot Ron a look "- cronies - trying to bloody kill us? And how do you know he doesn't have the Dark Mark?"
"Merlin, Ron," Harry said angrily. "I've already told you this before. He was not trying to kill us in the Room of Requirement. Crabbe and Goyle are a different story, but Draco was not. And I've seen his bloody arm. It's not there." He was very glad that he managed to suppress his blush. He'd seen a lot more than Draco's arm.
"Yeah, sure," Ron muttered.
"'Yeah sure' is right," said Harry, still angry. "He even tried to hide the fact that it was me back when they captured us and brought us into the Manor."
"Oh, please," Ron groaned. "He was such a big help."
Harry huffed and sat back in his seat, shaking his head as he tried to keep himself from shouting.
"Can you two keep it down long enough to order our food?" asked Hermione, turning to the waiter walking toward them. They did manage to order, but Ron started right up again.
"It just doesn't make sense to me," he continued. "Draco Malfoy, prat extraordinaire, is suddenly a friend of Harry Potter?"
"Yes," said Harry firmly. "And he's not a prat - not anymore," he said to Ron's look of disbelief. "Believe me, Ron. I'm not saying I don't remember him in school - I do. I'm not trying to excuse him from the things he's done - just trying to say he's not like that anymore."
"Oh, right, Harry," scoffed Ron. "You don't even know him. It's only been a few months and already you know so much about him? You know him so very well?"
"Yes, I do. I can tell," Harry answered, firm again.
"He's probably just using you," Ron muttered next.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "How do you figure?"
Ron huffed and looked up at him. "Think, Harry."
"No. Why don't you tell me?"
Ron huffed again. "You're you. His dad's in Azkaban and his name's complete dirt. No one trusts the Malfoys anymore. But, ooh, if the Malfoy son is spotted getting along with Potter, out in public with him, then maybe some of that light will come back."
Harry glared. "It's not that way."
"How do you know?"
"Because I bloody fucking do."
Hermione looked sharply at them both. "I asked you here to have a nice dinner," she scolded. "A nice dinner between us, because it hasn't been just us three in a while. Now really? You're going to go and ruin it with a fight over Draco Malfoy? Honestly?" She shook her head at them. "Ron, once again, who cares? I don't care, you shouldn't either. I think Harry has proved enough about his instincts for you to trust him."
Ron's ears were red and his mouth was opening and closing silently. "It's just bloody stupid, is all," he muttered finally.
"So what," said Hermione. "So what if Harry wants to go and make friends with the giant squid, for goodness' sake?"
"Yes," Harry nodded. "I can pick my own friends, Ron. I'm not an idiot."
Ron rolled his eyes and looked away. "Fine," he relented. "But don't blame me if you die mysteriously in your sleep."
"That's completely daft," Harry told him.
"Yes, it is," Hermione agreed. "So let's drop this and eat."
Harry shot one last disgruntled glance at Ron as his food was set in front of him. "Daft," he said again.
Ron snorted humourlessly.
***
"So," Harry said to Draco with a grin. He took the other man's hands, walking backwards as he led him down the hall. "What do you want to do?" He hadn't seen Draco in a few days and he had just arrived at the house. They'd spent several nights at Grimmauld Place since the first and were going to spend another, but they had all day together.
Draco smirked. "You know what I want to do," he answered. "You, over and over again."
Harry's grin widened. "You are quite a slave to your hormones, Draco," he laughed, waggling his eyebrows as he continued to walk.
"Only around you," the blond replied.
"I like it," Harry said, pulling Draco close to him as they reached the door to the sitting room.
"So do you have something specific in mind?" Draco asked, grinning.
Harry smiled playfully. "Maybe ...." He pulled Draco inside the room.
Draco's heart sped up and his cock twitched in anticipation as he followed his lover.
There wasn't anything special about the room - nothing fancy or new that Draco could notice, but when Harry immediately kicked off his shoes and promptly dropped his trousers and underwear, kicking those away, too, he realised there didn't have to be. Harry sat back against the couch and smirked up at Draco. "Ride me," he ordered. "Looking at me. Ride my cock."
Draco's mouth dropped open and he stripped as quickly as possible, making sure to grab the jar of lube from his pocket. "Fuck, Harry," he gasped.
"No," Harry corrected, smirking still. "I'm going to fuck you."
"Oh, please yes," Draco breathed, climbing into Harry's lap and kissing him.
Harry slid his tongue against Draco's lips, his cock already hard and his heart pounding. "Lube," he gasped. "Lube my fingers." He held a hand out, said fingers trembling with his arousal.
Draco spread his legs, straddling Harry. He opened the jar and held it out for him.
Harry dipped his fingers in quickly and sloppily. He brought them behind Draco, dripping some of the oil, but paying it no attention. "Mmm, gonna ride me, baby?" he breathed huskily, sliding one finger slowly inside right away.
"Yes, I want to slide down your cock and ride you," Draco answered in a husky voice, leaning into Harry to give him better access.
"Fuck, yes," Harry growled, pumping the finger and adding another. He watched Draco atop him in delight.
Draco was moaning, his body pressed against Harry so that the slick head of his cock was rubbing against his lover's belly.
Harry prepared Draco with his fingers for several moments, making sure he was slick and open before he pulled his hand away. He dipped in to get more lube and then plopped the jar onto the floor, hoping it didn't spill. He slicked his own cock and then looked up into Draco's face, panting. "Ready for me?" he asked, cock in hand as he slid it against Draco's backside.
"Yes, I want you inside me, now," Draco answered, trembling with desire. He leaned back, pushing himself down on Harry's cock. He moaned in pleasure as he felt the head slip inside him.
"Fuck," Harry said, growling again. He gripped Draco's hips tightly, letting him lower himself.
"Yes, oh, baby," Draco gasped. "I love the feel of you inside me." He pressed down until he was fully seated on his lover, his body spasming around Harry's cock.
Harry pulled Draco against him, eyelids fluttering from the feeling of Draco's arse doing what it was. "Love being inside you," he moaned.
Draco was shaking with the amazing feeling of Harry inside him and his own cock pressing between them. "I love you. I love being with you," he gasped again. One hand grasped the back of Harry's hair as he began to rock.
Harry wrapped his arms firmly around Draco, pressing his cheek against his lover's chest. He closed his eyes, rocking with him. "With me," he whispered breathlessly.
"With you, Harry," Draco answered, the feeling of Harry's cock moving inside him making him cry out with the intensity of the pleasure.
Harry rocked and rocked with Draco, thrusting his hips up into him, still holding him tightly. "Draco," he moaned, getting closer. "Draco, fuck, Draco -"
There was a loud squeak. It was definitely not from the moaning man on top of him. Harry's eyes flew open and he was met by one of the most terrifying sights he could imagine.
Hermione stood in the doorway, her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped even wider. "Oh, my God," she managed in that same squeaky voice, before she turned quickly and rushed away.
Harry froze.
Draco had not heard or seen the woman, his eyes half closed as he moaned and rocked, fucking himself on Harry's cock. "Oh, baby, I love you," he cried out.
Harry's eyes began to widen slowly, his heart beating even faster than it had been from the sex. "Draco," he said in a horrified whisper.
"Yes, Harry," Draco gasped, and then he was coming, fingers clutching at Harry.
Harry didn't even remember he was having sex until the come splashed onto his skin. He looked up at Draco with his wide eyes, his mouth open, now in fear.
Draco shuddered, vaguely aware that something wasn't right. "Harry?" he gasped, face pressed against his lover's neck as he clutched him.
Harry's grip loosened on Draco, his cock, which had likely been minutes from coming, slowly began to deflate. "Hermione," he whispered.
"What?" Draco asked, confused. He lifted his head to look at Harry.
"Hermione," Harry repeated again, staring blankly. "She was ... just here. She - she - she ... saw."
Draco felt a chill down his spine and looked back over his shoulder as if he would find the woman still standing there.
Harry closed his eyes, bringing a hand to his face. "Oh, no," he whispered.
Draco slipped off of Harry's lap and onto the couch beside him. "She saw?" he asked, even though he had heard Harry.
Harry leaned his elbows against his knees, his face in both hands now. He nodded, unable to speak.
"Are you going to go after her?" Draco asked.
"Dammit!" Harry yelled suddenly, loudly. This wasn't the way everyone was supposed to find out. This wasn't the way at all. He stood from the sofa, grabbing his trousers from the floor. He picked up his wand, casting a Cleaning Charm on himself, then pulled the trousers on before rushing out of the room.
Draco was slower to react, unsure of what he should do. He cast his own Cleaning Charm and re-dressed himself quickly. He didn't even know if he should follow, wait, or leave.
Harry didn't know if Hermione had gone. He hoped and prayed that she hadn't, that she hadn't just left after seeing that.
"Hermione!" he shouted, practically running down the hall. He ignored the screams that started from Mrs Black. He went to the front door, flinging it open and looking out. Seeing no sign of her, he slammed it shut again in his haste and turned around, heading down the kitchen stairs. He found her there, at the table. Her eyes were still wide and she was very red, embarrassed, and obviously confused beyond words.
Draco heard Harry shouting and saw him heading downstairs. He stood in the hall and fixed the screaming portrait, still wondering if he should leave or not.
Harry and Hermione stared at each other, him topless, breathless, and freshly shagged. And she had seen it.
What was he to say now?
"Harry," she said after a full minute of staring. "What was -" She closed her eyes, her face reddening further.
Harry's face reddened as well. "I -" he said, but it was all he managed.
Another minute passed. Almost two.
"Is that why you're his friend?" she asked finally, opening her eyes.
Harry winced. "I -" he tried again.
"You what?" she demanded. "How long has this been going on?"
Draco hesitated but then slowly walked toward the kitchen, stopping at the top of the stairs, remaining just out of sight. He didn't want to leave Harry to face this alone but thought actually going down there might make it worse. He settled for listening.
Harry looked down to the floor. "A while," he answered quietly.
"A while?" echoed Hermione, still staring at him. "How long is a while?"
Harry swallowed. "About a month, I guess," he admitted, still flushed. "A little over."
"A month?" she repeated.
Harry could feel the next question coming.
"Does Ginny know?"
He winced. "No," he said in nearly a whisper.
"I didn't think so."
Harry looked up at her, a pleading look on his face. "Please don't tell her," he begged. "I couldn't - I can't - Hermione, please, please just don't tell her."
"You're not going to tell her?" she asked, incredulous.
Harry paused, hesitating. "I don't want her to find out this way," he said finally, still quiet.
"Well, Harry, I don't really think there's going to be a way for you to break it to her gently," Hermione replied, sounding angry. "What were you thinking? She could end the relationship over this!"
Harry winced again, going silent for another few moments. "I'm going to end it," he whispered.
"With Malfoy?" Hermione asked, looking around Harry as if Draco might be standing there. "That might be a bit wiser, but you still have to tell Ginny."
Harry winced. "I mean end it with her."
Hermione's eyes went wide again. "Without even talking to her about it first?" she exclaimed. "Without even seeing if you could still make it work? I know this is something ... something, God, I don't even know what, but, Harry, there's no need to - "
"No, Hermione," he whispered. "You don't understand. I don't want to be with her anymore."
Yet another full minute went by.
"Are you telling me that you want to be with Draco Malfoy?" she asked, mouth open in shock.
Harry hesitated again before nodding. "Yes."
"But, Harry, he's - he's - I didn't even know you liked men!"
"I didn't either," Harry said helplessly. "I really didn't."
"Well, it looked to me that you knew quite well," she objected shrilly.
Harry winced yet again. "Hermione, please, you can't tell her. I owe her that much - to do it properly. Please."
Hermione rubbed at her temples. "During this ... month," she said, "have you been ... with Ginny as well?"
Harry flushed brighter than ever before nodding.
Hermione's mouth fell open again. "Harry!" she admonished. "You can't do that! You can't do that without telling her!"
"I know," Harry sighed. "I know I can't, but, Hermione, I couldn't tell her. I tried to, I tried to do it so many times but then I just couldn't. I'm afraid she's going to run out, that she's going to ... to ...." To run, hurt - which was bad enough - and tell her entire family what a bastard he was.
"Harry, you have to tell her," Hermione insisted. "You can't let her think that you love her while you're -"
"But I do love her," Harry interrupted. "I love her and that's why this is so hard. I don't want to hurt her and I know I will."
"If you love her then why did you do this?" Hermione asked, voice pained.
"I'm not in love with her," he answered, looking down again. "I don't think I ever was."
Hermione shook her head, taking a deep breath. "And you love - no - you're in love with Draco Malfoy?"
Harry hesitated again, but then nodded.
"God, Harry," she swore softly.
"I know," Harry whispered. "I know you're thinking I'm mad. Maybe I am, but, he's ... and she's just not ...." He sighed, plopping down in a chair, his face in his hands again. "Don't tell Ron," he begged quietly. "He'll never speak to me again."
"My God, Harry," she said. "Do you honestly think I'd tell Ron, of all people?"
"I really hope not," he said.
She sighed again. "I won't tell Ron," she assured him.
"Thank you," Harry said gratefully, looking up at her.
"Oh, Harry, you're in a mess," she said quietly after a moment.
"A big one," he agreed.
She nodded, staring off. "I - I won't tell her," she decided. "But you have to. It's not fair to her, and it's .... You have to tell her."
"I know," Harry whispered. "It's not fair. Just - just give me some time to think it over - to think of how to handle it - what to say. I swear I'll do it."
She groaned for him. "I know you will," she said, shaking her head again. "Oh, Harry."
They sat there at the kitchen table, Harry staring at his hands and Hermione at him.
"I have to get going," she said quietly, standing.
Harry stood, too, looking at her.
She frowned sadly, both sympathy and that spark of anger in her eyes, but she walked over and kissed his cheek. "Don't wait long," she said. "The longer you wait, the more it will hurt."
"I know," Harry whispered.
She turned to go up the stairs, but he stopped her.
"What did you come for?" he asked, wondering now why she had entered without anyone answering.
She smiled, though it was still sad. "Neville just sent news that he discovered a new plant," she told him. "I thought you would want to know."
Harry smiled sadly as well. "Oh," he said quietly.
"He's coming to the Burrow with his grandmother to celebrate. I thought you were sleeping and ...."
Harry nodded. "I - I'll have to have him over soon, then."
She nodded, too. "I'll say you're sick," she said, sounding guilty about it.
"Thank you," Harry replied. "Not just for that, but ...."
"You're welcome," she said heavily. "I really do have to -"
"Go," Harry finished for her. "I'll see you later."
She gave one last smile. "Soon, Harry," she said, heading up the stairs.
She stopped and looked when she met Draco there, eyes slightly narrowed. She stared for what seemed a long moment before she headed back down the hall and out the front door.
Draco watched her leave and then made his way down the stairs.
Harry was sitting back down, unmoving, as he stared at the table.
Draco stood, looking down at him. "Should I leave?" he asked.
Harry looked up at him as if distracted. "No," he said after a moment. "Merlin, no."
The blond pulled out a chair and sat down, facing him. He tried not to let his hand shake as he did.
Harry sighed, looking back to the table. "Well," he said quietly. "She knows now."
"Yes," Draco whispered, watching Harry guardedly through the fringe of his hair.
Harry was silent for a bit. "Maybe it's better this way."
Draco winced at the idea of Granger ever seeing them that way being described as 'better'.
"What will you do?"
"I - I have to tell Ginny," Harry said quietly. "I was going to, but now ...." He looked up. "I should've done it after that second kiss. Probably even after the first."
"Tell her what? About me?" Draco didn't keep the surprise from his voice.
"Yes," Harry said quietly. "I'm breaking up with her."
"Because of me?"
"I think it would have happened anyway," Harry answered. "But I suppose you're a big part of the reason. I'm not in love with her."
The blond had heard Hermione ask Harry if he loved Draco. But he hadn't heard an answer. He didn't think it likely. Harry would surely have said so by now if he did. "I am ruining things for you," he said.
Harry frowned. "What? You're mental if you think that."
"Well, you wouldn't be the first to accuse me of that," Draco drawled, smirking a bit.
Harry didn't know what the look on his own face was. A cross between a smile and a frown, he supposed. "I don't care what they all think," he said, half lying. "I can be with whoever the hell I want, right?"
Draco didn't believe it. He didn't believe that Harry would risk everything just to be with someone like him. "You shouldn't risk losing your friends for me," he said, frowning now.
Harry shook his head. "I know what I'm doing," he said. "And I want you."
Draco smiled at him, reaching a hand across the table to lie on top of Harry's. He doubted Harry would break up with Ginny Weasley -- but Draco would take what he could get in the meantime.
Harry let out a long breath through his nose. He had quite a lot ahead of him, but at least Draco was with him. "Hungry?" he asked, smiling slightly.
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"I mean, I just don't get it, Harry. Malfoy? Malfoy?"
Harry sighed for the millionth time, staring at Ron from across the table. "Yes," he said, "Malfoy."
"I don't see the point of arguing about this," Hermione spoke up, still reading from her menu. "It's not like you're his father, Ron."
The three of them were seated at a booth in a savvy little place of Hermione's choosing. It wasn't too terribly far from number twelve. Ron, of course, could not put the 'thing with Malfoy' aside.
Ron rounded on her next. "You can't tell me you don't think it's weird," he insisted.
"Weird?" questioned Harry, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes, completely and totally weird," Ron confirmed. "Mental, if you will."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Why does it matter to you?" asked Hermione. "It's not like you're his friend. Harry is, so what's the problem?"
"Oh, I don't know," Ron pretended to think. "His father's a convicted arsehole Death Eater, and he himself was one. And what about everything all over about those Death Eaters that weren't caught? Dolohov, Yaxley, both Lestrange brothers, Jugson. What if Malfoy's working with them? Dad doesn't think it's safe either to be hanging around him."
"What did you do? Run and tell everyone?" Harry asked, eyes narrowing further. His fists clenched.
Ron frowned. "Well, they did want to know why you weren't coming over. What does it matter if I told them?"
Well, that was a legitimate question. What did it really matter if Ron had told them? "He doesn't have anything to do with those Death Eaters. Not a single thing." Harry frowned at the mental image of Draco's scars. "And he wasn't - and isn't - a Death Eater. He doesn't have the Dark Mark."
"Yeah, well, how do you explain the whole damn mess in sixth year, hmm? How about him and his fuc-" Hermione shot Ron a look "- cronies - trying to bloody kill us? And how do you know he doesn't have the Dark Mark?"
"Merlin, Ron," Harry said angrily. "I've already told you this before. He was not trying to kill us in the Room of Requirement. Crabbe and Goyle are a different story, but Draco was not. And I've seen his bloody arm. It's not there." He was very glad that he managed to suppress his blush. He'd seen a lot more than Draco's arm.
"Yeah, sure," Ron muttered.
"'Yeah sure' is right," said Harry, still angry. "He even tried to hide the fact that it was me back when they captured us and brought us into the Manor."
"Oh, please," Ron groaned. "He was such a big help."
Harry huffed and sat back in his seat, shaking his head as he tried to keep himself from shouting.
"Can you two keep it down long enough to order our food?" asked Hermione, turning to the waiter walking toward them. They did manage to order, but Ron started right up again.
"It just doesn't make sense to me," he continued. "Draco Malfoy, prat extraordinaire, is suddenly a friend of Harry Potter?"
"Yes," said Harry firmly. "And he's not a prat - not anymore," he said to Ron's look of disbelief. "Believe me, Ron. I'm not saying I don't remember him in school - I do. I'm not trying to excuse him from the things he's done - just trying to say he's not like that anymore."
"Oh, right, Harry," scoffed Ron. "You don't even know him. It's only been a few months and already you know so much about him? You know him so very well?"
"Yes, I do. I can tell," Harry answered, firm again.
"He's probably just using you," Ron muttered next.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "How do you figure?"
Ron huffed and looked up at him. "Think, Harry."
"No. Why don't you tell me?"
Ron huffed again. "You're you. His dad's in Azkaban and his name's complete dirt. No one trusts the Malfoys anymore. But, ooh, if the Malfoy son is spotted getting along with Potter, out in public with him, then maybe some of that light will come back."
Harry glared. "It's not that way."
"How do you know?"
"Because I bloody fucking do."
Hermione looked sharply at them both. "I asked you here to have a nice dinner," she scolded. "A nice dinner between us, because it hasn't been just us three in a while. Now really? You're going to go and ruin it with a fight over Draco Malfoy? Honestly?" She shook her head at them. "Ron, once again, who cares? I don't care, you shouldn't either. I think Harry has proved enough about his instincts for you to trust him."
Ron's ears were red and his mouth was opening and closing silently. "It's just bloody stupid, is all," he muttered finally.
"So what," said Hermione. "So what if Harry wants to go and make friends with the giant squid, for goodness' sake?"
"Yes," Harry nodded. "I can pick my own friends, Ron. I'm not an idiot."
Ron rolled his eyes and looked away. "Fine," he relented. "But don't blame me if you die mysteriously in your sleep."
"That's completely daft," Harry told him.
"Yes, it is," Hermione agreed. "So let's drop this and eat."
Harry shot one last disgruntled glance at Ron as his food was set in front of him. "Daft," he said again.
Ron snorted humourlessly.
***
"So," Harry said to Draco with a grin. He took the other man's hands, walking backwards as he led him down the hall. "What do you want to do?" He hadn't seen Draco in a few days and he had just arrived at the house. They'd spent several nights at Grimmauld Place since the first and were going to spend another, but they had all day together.
Draco smirked. "You know what I want to do," he answered. "You, over and over again."
Harry's grin widened. "You are quite a slave to your hormones, Draco," he laughed, waggling his eyebrows as he continued to walk.
"Only around you," the blond replied.
"I like it," Harry said, pulling Draco close to him as they reached the door to the sitting room.
"So do you have something specific in mind?" Draco asked, grinning.
Harry smiled playfully. "Maybe ...." He pulled Draco inside the room.
Draco's heart sped up and his cock twitched in anticipation as he followed his lover.
There wasn't anything special about the room - nothing fancy or new that Draco could notice, but when Harry immediately kicked off his shoes and promptly dropped his trousers and underwear, kicking those away, too, he realised there didn't have to be. Harry sat back against the couch and smirked up at Draco. "Ride me," he ordered. "Looking at me. Ride my cock."
Draco's mouth dropped open and he stripped as quickly as possible, making sure to grab the jar of lube from his pocket. "Fuck, Harry," he gasped.
"No," Harry corrected, smirking still. "I'm going to fuck you."
"Oh, please yes," Draco breathed, climbing into Harry's lap and kissing him.
Harry slid his tongue against Draco's lips, his cock already hard and his heart pounding. "Lube," he gasped. "Lube my fingers." He held a hand out, said fingers trembling with his arousal.
Draco spread his legs, straddling Harry. He opened the jar and held it out for him.
Harry dipped his fingers in quickly and sloppily. He brought them behind Draco, dripping some of the oil, but paying it no attention. "Mmm, gonna ride me, baby?" he breathed huskily, sliding one finger slowly inside right away.
"Yes, I want to slide down your cock and ride you," Draco answered in a husky voice, leaning into Harry to give him better access.
"Fuck, yes," Harry growled, pumping the finger and adding another. He watched Draco atop him in delight.
Draco was moaning, his body pressed against Harry so that the slick head of his cock was rubbing against his lover's belly.
Harry prepared Draco with his fingers for several moments, making sure he was slick and open before he pulled his hand away. He dipped in to get more lube and then plopped the jar onto the floor, hoping it didn't spill. He slicked his own cock and then looked up into Draco's face, panting. "Ready for me?" he asked, cock in hand as he slid it against Draco's backside.
"Yes, I want you inside me, now," Draco answered, trembling with desire. He leaned back, pushing himself down on Harry's cock. He moaned in pleasure as he felt the head slip inside him.
"Fuck," Harry said, growling again. He gripped Draco's hips tightly, letting him lower himself.
"Yes, oh, baby," Draco gasped. "I love the feel of you inside me." He pressed down until he was fully seated on his lover, his body spasming around Harry's cock.
Harry pulled Draco against him, eyelids fluttering from the feeling of Draco's arse doing what it was. "Love being inside you," he moaned.
Draco was shaking with the amazing feeling of Harry inside him and his own cock pressing between them. "I love you. I love being with you," he gasped again. One hand grasped the back of Harry's hair as he began to rock.
Harry wrapped his arms firmly around Draco, pressing his cheek against his lover's chest. He closed his eyes, rocking with him. "With me," he whispered breathlessly.
"With you, Harry," Draco answered, the feeling of Harry's cock moving inside him making him cry out with the intensity of the pleasure.
Harry rocked and rocked with Draco, thrusting his hips up into him, still holding him tightly. "Draco," he moaned, getting closer. "Draco, fuck, Draco -"
There was a loud squeak. It was definitely not from the moaning man on top of him. Harry's eyes flew open and he was met by one of the most terrifying sights he could imagine.
Hermione stood in the doorway, her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped even wider. "Oh, my God," she managed in that same squeaky voice, before she turned quickly and rushed away.
Harry froze.
Draco had not heard or seen the woman, his eyes half closed as he moaned and rocked, fucking himself on Harry's cock. "Oh, baby, I love you," he cried out.
Harry's eyes began to widen slowly, his heart beating even faster than it had been from the sex. "Draco," he said in a horrified whisper.
"Yes, Harry," Draco gasped, and then he was coming, fingers clutching at Harry.
Harry didn't even remember he was having sex until the come splashed onto his skin. He looked up at Draco with his wide eyes, his mouth open, now in fear.
Draco shuddered, vaguely aware that something wasn't right. "Harry?" he gasped, face pressed against his lover's neck as he clutched him.
Harry's grip loosened on Draco, his cock, which had likely been minutes from coming, slowly began to deflate. "Hermione," he whispered.
"What?" Draco asked, confused. He lifted his head to look at Harry.
"Hermione," Harry repeated again, staring blankly. "She was ... just here. She - she - she ... saw."
Draco felt a chill down his spine and looked back over his shoulder as if he would find the woman still standing there.
Harry closed his eyes, bringing a hand to his face. "Oh, no," he whispered.
Draco slipped off of Harry's lap and onto the couch beside him. "She saw?" he asked, even though he had heard Harry.
Harry leaned his elbows against his knees, his face in both hands now. He nodded, unable to speak.
"Are you going to go after her?" Draco asked.
"Dammit!" Harry yelled suddenly, loudly. This wasn't the way everyone was supposed to find out. This wasn't the way at all. He stood from the sofa, grabbing his trousers from the floor. He picked up his wand, casting a Cleaning Charm on himself, then pulled the trousers on before rushing out of the room.
Draco was slower to react, unsure of what he should do. He cast his own Cleaning Charm and re-dressed himself quickly. He didn't even know if he should follow, wait, or leave.
Harry didn't know if Hermione had gone. He hoped and prayed that she hadn't, that she hadn't just left after seeing that.
"Hermione!" he shouted, practically running down the hall. He ignored the screams that started from Mrs Black. He went to the front door, flinging it open and looking out. Seeing no sign of her, he slammed it shut again in his haste and turned around, heading down the kitchen stairs. He found her there, at the table. Her eyes were still wide and she was very red, embarrassed, and obviously confused beyond words.
Draco heard Harry shouting and saw him heading downstairs. He stood in the hall and fixed the screaming portrait, still wondering if he should leave or not.
Harry and Hermione stared at each other, him topless, breathless, and freshly shagged. And she had seen it.
What was he to say now?
"Harry," she said after a full minute of staring. "What was -" She closed her eyes, her face reddening further.
Harry's face reddened as well. "I -" he said, but it was all he managed.
Another minute passed. Almost two.
"Is that why you're his friend?" she asked finally, opening her eyes.
Harry winced. "I -" he tried again.
"You what?" she demanded. "How long has this been going on?"
Draco hesitated but then slowly walked toward the kitchen, stopping at the top of the stairs, remaining just out of sight. He didn't want to leave Harry to face this alone but thought actually going down there might make it worse. He settled for listening.
Harry looked down to the floor. "A while," he answered quietly.
"A while?" echoed Hermione, still staring at him. "How long is a while?"
Harry swallowed. "About a month, I guess," he admitted, still flushed. "A little over."
"A month?" she repeated.
Harry could feel the next question coming.
"Does Ginny know?"
He winced. "No," he said in nearly a whisper.
"I didn't think so."
Harry looked up at her, a pleading look on his face. "Please don't tell her," he begged. "I couldn't - I can't - Hermione, please, please just don't tell her."
"You're not going to tell her?" she asked, incredulous.
Harry paused, hesitating. "I don't want her to find out this way," he said finally, still quiet.
"Well, Harry, I don't really think there's going to be a way for you to break it to her gently," Hermione replied, sounding angry. "What were you thinking? She could end the relationship over this!"
Harry winced again, going silent for another few moments. "I'm going to end it," he whispered.
"With Malfoy?" Hermione asked, looking around Harry as if Draco might be standing there. "That might be a bit wiser, but you still have to tell Ginny."
Harry winced. "I mean end it with her."
Hermione's eyes went wide again. "Without even talking to her about it first?" she exclaimed. "Without even seeing if you could still make it work? I know this is something ... something, God, I don't even know what, but, Harry, there's no need to - "
"No, Hermione," he whispered. "You don't understand. I don't want to be with her anymore."
Yet another full minute went by.
"Are you telling me that you want to be with Draco Malfoy?" she asked, mouth open in shock.
Harry hesitated again before nodding. "Yes."
"But, Harry, he's - he's - I didn't even know you liked men!"
"I didn't either," Harry said helplessly. "I really didn't."
"Well, it looked to me that you knew quite well," she objected shrilly.
Harry winced yet again. "Hermione, please, you can't tell her. I owe her that much - to do it properly. Please."
Hermione rubbed at her temples. "During this ... month," she said, "have you been ... with Ginny as well?"
Harry flushed brighter than ever before nodding.
Hermione's mouth fell open again. "Harry!" she admonished. "You can't do that! You can't do that without telling her!"
"I know," Harry sighed. "I know I can't, but, Hermione, I couldn't tell her. I tried to, I tried to do it so many times but then I just couldn't. I'm afraid she's going to run out, that she's going to ... to ...." To run, hurt - which was bad enough - and tell her entire family what a bastard he was.
"Harry, you have to tell her," Hermione insisted. "You can't let her think that you love her while you're -"
"But I do love her," Harry interrupted. "I love her and that's why this is so hard. I don't want to hurt her and I know I will."
"If you love her then why did you do this?" Hermione asked, voice pained.
"I'm not in love with her," he answered, looking down again. "I don't think I ever was."
Hermione shook her head, taking a deep breath. "And you love - no - you're in love with Draco Malfoy?"
Harry hesitated again, but then nodded.
"God, Harry," she swore softly.
"I know," Harry whispered. "I know you're thinking I'm mad. Maybe I am, but, he's ... and she's just not ...." He sighed, plopping down in a chair, his face in his hands again. "Don't tell Ron," he begged quietly. "He'll never speak to me again."
"My God, Harry," she said. "Do you honestly think I'd tell Ron, of all people?"
"I really hope not," he said.
She sighed again. "I won't tell Ron," she assured him.
"Thank you," Harry said gratefully, looking up at her.
"Oh, Harry, you're in a mess," she said quietly after a moment.
"A big one," he agreed.
She nodded, staring off. "I - I won't tell her," she decided. "But you have to. It's not fair to her, and it's .... You have to tell her."
"I know," Harry whispered. "It's not fair. Just - just give me some time to think it over - to think of how to handle it - what to say. I swear I'll do it."
She groaned for him. "I know you will," she said, shaking her head again. "Oh, Harry."
They sat there at the kitchen table, Harry staring at his hands and Hermione at him.
"I have to get going," she said quietly, standing.
Harry stood, too, looking at her.
She frowned sadly, both sympathy and that spark of anger in her eyes, but she walked over and kissed his cheek. "Don't wait long," she said. "The longer you wait, the more it will hurt."
"I know," Harry whispered.
She turned to go up the stairs, but he stopped her.
"What did you come for?" he asked, wondering now why she had entered without anyone answering.
She smiled, though it was still sad. "Neville just sent news that he discovered a new plant," she told him. "I thought you would want to know."
Harry smiled sadly as well. "Oh," he said quietly.
"He's coming to the Burrow with his grandmother to celebrate. I thought you were sleeping and ...."
Harry nodded. "I - I'll have to have him over soon, then."
She nodded, too. "I'll say you're sick," she said, sounding guilty about it.
"Thank you," Harry replied. "Not just for that, but ...."
"You're welcome," she said heavily. "I really do have to -"
"Go," Harry finished for her. "I'll see you later."
She gave one last smile. "Soon, Harry," she said, heading up the stairs.
She stopped and looked when she met Draco there, eyes slightly narrowed. She stared for what seemed a long moment before she headed back down the hall and out the front door.
Draco watched her leave and then made his way down the stairs.
Harry was sitting back down, unmoving, as he stared at the table.
Draco stood, looking down at him. "Should I leave?" he asked.
Harry looked up at him as if distracted. "No," he said after a moment. "Merlin, no."
The blond pulled out a chair and sat down, facing him. He tried not to let his hand shake as he did.
Harry sighed, looking back to the table. "Well," he said quietly. "She knows now."
"Yes," Draco whispered, watching Harry guardedly through the fringe of his hair.
Harry was silent for a bit. "Maybe it's better this way."
Draco winced at the idea of Granger ever seeing them that way being described as 'better'.
"What will you do?"
"I - I have to tell Ginny," Harry said quietly. "I was going to, but now ...." He looked up. "I should've done it after that second kiss. Probably even after the first."
"Tell her what? About me?" Draco didn't keep the surprise from his voice.
"Yes," Harry said quietly. "I'm breaking up with her."
"Because of me?"
"I think it would have happened anyway," Harry answered. "But I suppose you're a big part of the reason. I'm not in love with her."
The blond had heard Hermione ask Harry if he loved Draco. But he hadn't heard an answer. He didn't think it likely. Harry would surely have said so by now if he did. "I am ruining things for you," he said.
Harry frowned. "What? You're mental if you think that."
"Well, you wouldn't be the first to accuse me of that," Draco drawled, smirking a bit.
Harry didn't know what the look on his own face was. A cross between a smile and a frown, he supposed. "I don't care what they all think," he said, half lying. "I can be with whoever the hell I want, right?"
Draco didn't believe it. He didn't believe that Harry would risk everything just to be with someone like him. "You shouldn't risk losing your friends for me," he said, frowning now.
Harry shook his head. "I know what I'm doing," he said. "And I want you."
Draco smiled at him, reaching a hand across the table to lie on top of Harry's. He doubted Harry would break up with Ginny Weasley -- but Draco would take what he could get in the meantime.
Harry let out a long breath through his nose. He had quite a lot ahead of him, but at least Draco was with him. "Hungry?" he asked, smiling slightly.