Even More Dirty Little Secrets

Well, here it is - finally. The end to Even More Dirty Little Secrets. I had this half finished for awhile now, so I buckled down and finished it tonight. I hope you enjoy this twisting and turning ride of a plot. Crazy, I know!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fiction.

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Pansy stood in front of the exit, looking at them expectantly. “Well?”

“I think I’ll pass,” Harry finally replied. “Everyone hates me right now. So, if you don’t mind stepping out the way Parkinson…”

Harry stepped forward but Blaise’s hand shot up, wrapping long fingers around Harry’s forearm. “Just a moment, Potter. Not everyone hates you.”

Harry glanced at Blaise’s hand before raising his gaze to the handsome Slytherin’s face. Then his eyes shifted to Hermione. “Look, everyone is too fucking upset and angry right now. I’m more likely to get my cock bitten off than pleasured. How can any of us consider this right now after the row we just had?”

“Stop being a fucking drama queen, Harry,” Draco laughed. “Sex after a good row can be quite rewarding.”

“Oh, really?” Harry snapped. He turned to face the crowd, throwing up his hands. “So, who wants to have sex with me? Line starts here.”

“Honestly, Harry, have you no shame?” Hermione frowned, shaking her head.

Harry was feeling too frustrated and cynical to care at the moment. “No, I guess I don’t, Hermione.” He looked around again. “No takers?”

“Potter, I’ve been in your line since you entered the room,” Blaise replied.

Harry looked at Draco. “How about you, Malfoy? You don’t have to pretend you don’t want to touch me anymore. Let’s show them how we fuck.”

Draco’s eyes shifted to Hermione, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, her arms crossed, looking upset. “Not this time, Potter,” he replied, without taking his eyes off Hermione. “I’m in Granger’s line.”

Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes. Then she focused on Ron, who was standing off to the side, looking confused. “Ron, let’s get out of here.” But Ron didn’t move. “Ron?”

Ron looked from Hermione to Harry, his heart pounding in his chest, still reeling from the discovery that he was gay. “I…,” he stammered.

“Ron?” Hermione repeated, looking worried. “It’s o.k. We’ll work this all out. Come on.”

Ron tilted his head down, eyes fastened to the ground as he barely said, “I want to get in Harry’s line.”

“What?” Hermione prompted, not quite sure that she heard him right.

Suddenly Ron’s Gryffindor courage bubbled to the surface. He lifted his face and stared directly at Harry. “I want to get in your line. I want to try…” Ron turned away, facing the opposite direction. “Fuck!”

Draco started laughing.

“Shut it, Draco,” Harry snapped. “Ron, it’s o.k. I understand. Hey, look at me.”

Ron turned around, red in the face.

“Ron,” Harry continued. “I’m sorry I tricked you. I didn’t just do it for Malfoy. It was for me too. I wanted to touch you. And, yeah, more too. I think you are fucking hot. Always have.”

“Potter…” Blaise growled.

Harry turned an angry expression towards Blaise. “Don’t fucking get possessive on me, Zabini. That’s not what I want. I’ll fuck whoever I want. If you want to be one of those people, I suggest you don’t try to put chains on me.”

Blaise fought down an angry retort, realizing he was walking on a thin line with the object of his desire. “Fine,” Blaise hissed between clenched teeth. He looked at Ron. “Weasley, Potter and I will show you the joy of gay sex tonight.”

Pansy smiled in satisfaction. “Very good.” Then she looked at Hermione and Draco. “So, that leaves the three of us…”

“Absolutely not!” Hermione interrupted. “I just want to be alone tonight.” Her arms crossed tighter, lifting her breasts slightly.

Pansy’s gaze flickered to Hermione’s chest and her breath quickened at the thought of having her mouth on those creamy mounds once again. Their affair had been a short one, lasting only 9 nine days. They had run into one another while both of their families were on holidays in Paris during the summer. They were staying in the same hotel, and though they tried their best to ignore one another at first, Pansy couldn’t help but admire Hermione’s figure in the sweet sundresses and shorts that she wore. She decided a summer fling was in order and set to work on seducing the unwary Gryffindor.

Pansy didn’t realize at the time just how much she’d enjoy being with Hermione. When they left Paris, Hermione hadn’t wrote back a reply to any of the letters Pansy sent, and Pansy realized that Hermione would need far more convincing. Happily, Pansy felt she’d get her chance once school started.

But, now, she had a contender to deal with. And he was a formidable one. One that was use to getting everything he wanted.

But in Pansy’s calculating mind, she knew that even Draco could be an asset to her plans. If Pansy was careful not to be selfish, she may have more opportunities to make love to Hermione, convincing her how right they were together.

“Hermione,” Pansy soothed, “I think you should realize something.” She stepped close to Hermione, placing her lips next to her ear. “Draco is more than just a little obsessed with you,” she whispered. “He’s already written his mother for permission to date you.”

Hermione gave a small gasp. She knew about the pure-blood custom of asking permission. But it seemed ludicrous for Malfoy to asked permission to date a Muggleborn.

“She said no, of course,” Hermione guessed. No Malfoy would want their child paired with a mudblood.

Pansy leaned toward her ear again, inhaling Hermione’s scent. “Actually, if it was any other Muggleborn, the answer would have been no. But, you are actually quite famous, you know. Your intelligence and magical ability does a lot to erase your parentage. Most pure blood parents want the most powerful grandchildren. Bringing powerful new blood to a family is a strong enticement.”

Hermione raised one eyebrow, cynically. “Doesn’t that defeat the whole purpose of being ‘pure’ blooded?”

“Study any pure-blood family tree and you’ll find there is new blood brought into a family from time to time,” Pansy replied. “It’s a secret pure-bloods rarely speak of, but it is done none-the-less. It’s an unspoken truth that bringing in new, powerful blood, can strengthen the family line.”

“Then you are all a bunch of phonies,” Hermione huffed.

Pansy smiled. “Pretty much. But don’t ever repeat this to a pure-blood. They’ll deny it until their last dying breath.”

Pansy stopped speaking as Draco stepped up. He looked at Hermione, apologetically. “Listen, Granger,” he began, “I’m sorry for all the lies. But, in a way, it’s good that everything was found out tonight because now we can start over fresh.”

Hermione huffed in disbelief, averting her gaze.

“It’s you, Hermione. It’s always been about you,” Draco continued. “I know your upset right now, but when the smoke clears, you’ll realize that I’ve a lot to offer you.”

She swung her incredulous face to him. “Like what? Lies, deception, sex with other people, manipulation?”

Pansy looked smug as she smiled to herself. Yes, Hermione was beginning to see what slime men were.

“How about wealth, protection, prestige, power, influence, and incredible sex for starts,” Draco replied.

But Hermione barely heard him as she noticed Ron standing against one wall while Harry and Blaise ran their hands over his body. Ron had his eyes shut and seemed to be in bliss, breathing heavily and moaning as Harry’s hand fondled his cock over his trousers.

Strangely, Hermione didn’t feel jealous. What was wrong with her? Shouldn’t she be mad, watching her boyfriend get molested?

But it wasn’t anger she was feeling. It was something else entirely.

Pansy and Draco’s eyes met over her head as they both noticed her interest in the threesome not too far away. They both seemed to come to the same conclusion.

“All right, Granger, if you’d rather join the fun over there, go ahead. We’ll come too,” Draco said. “Come on, Pans.”

Draco took Pansy’s hand and started walking toward the Ron, Harry, and Blaise.

“OH. MY. GOD!” yelled Hermione.

Draco and Pansy stopped and looked over their shoulders at Hermione. Even Ron, Harry and Blaise stopped what they were doing and looked at Hermione.

“I can’t believe you, Malfoy!” she growled. “First, you tell me that it’s all about me, blah, blah, blah, and you want to start fresh, and here you are - already off to cheat on me.”

Draco’s heart soared. He dropped Pansy’s hand and faced Hermione. She was jealous! “Are you saying that you want me for yourself, Granger?”

Hermione’s hands were on her hips, eyes blazing. Everyone was staring at her. What? Want Malfoy? Want Malfoy?

What did she want? She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out except a few huffs of air. Oh! Damn it all. She was not jealous of Ron, but of Malfoy? This didn’t make sense! No, wait, it did. Because he just flat out lied to her face, didn’t he? Didn’t he?

Didn’t they all?

“No, of course not,” she snapped. “You have no sense of loyalty or honor, Malfoy. Why would I want you?”

Draco grinned. “I thought you might say that.” He looked about. “Everyone, I need you as witnesses. Granger, I’m going to give you an unbreakable vow: that as long as you want to be with me, I will remain loyal and faithful to only you.”

“Bloody hell!” Ron startled.

“What? You’re crazy, Malfoy,” Hermione replied. “And you are lying again. You would never do such a thing.”

“Draco, what are you about?” Blaise stood, confused. “An unbreakable? You’re joking, right?”

“I’m completely serious,” Draco replied, his tone very solemn.

“Why?” whispered Hermione, dumbfounded. “Why would you do such a thing?”

Draco looked at the others, nervously, wishing he was alone with Hermione.

“Just say it, Draco,” Pansy encouraged.

“Say what?” Hermione asked, her eyes shifting back and forth between Pansy and Draco.

“No!” Harry jumped, scrambling to Draco’s face, pushing him back with a finger as he shoved it on Draco’s chest. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare!”

“Get out of my face, Potter,” Draco growled. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“Like hell it doesn’t! You promised me, Draco. You promised me you would never, ever tell,” Harry spat. “We were going to find a way out of it, remember. Damn it! Don’t do this…”

“What’s this about?” Blaise asked, feeling bitterly left out.

“Tell her, Draco. Tell her now!” Pansy snapped, impatiently.

Draco took some steps toward Hermione, pushing Harry aside. “Hermione… you and I… we…”

“Stop!” Harry yelled.

“Shut up, Potter,” Pansy snapped. “It’s time for her to know.”

“We are husband and wife,” Draco finished. “Your pal, here, Potter, gave you to me with the Kinship Binding Spell.”

Hermione, mouth gaping, began to laugh. It was a slow, soft laugh that soon turned hysterical. “What… that… oh, my…,” chortled Hermione, barely able to speak.

Ron started laughing as well. “That’s fucking retarded, Malfoy. Harry’s not her relative. He can’t bind her in matrimony if he’s not her blood relative. Couldn’t you have come up with a better lie…”

But no one else seemed to be laughing. Draco and Harry stared at one another. “Tell her, Harry,” Draco urged.

“Tell me what, Harry?” Hermione sobered.

“Do you remember that time we were attacked by Death Eaters and you needed blood? And it was me who gave you blood? Remember the transfusion?” Harry explained, cautiously.

“That’s why the spell worked, Hermione,” Draco added. “He did the spell the day after the transfusion. His blood was running through your veins and he was accepted as your relative.”

Hermione shook her head. “This is ludicrous. It can’t be binding! There is no way that it is legal!”

“Actually, by wizarding law, it is. I researched it thoroughly afterwards,” Draco replied.

“I’m sorry, Hermione,” Harry said, regretfully. “I didn’t really believe it would work. I’ve been trying to find a way to reverse it, but… can’t find a way… yet.”

“Why would you do something like that, Harry?” Hermione asked, incredulously. “I thought you wanted Malfoy for yourself. Why would you bind him to me?”

“I… I was… upset,” Harry stumbled.

“With me?”

“No! With Draco. I got so angry at him for always talking about you, wanting you, and telling me that I had no future with him. I wanted to make things difficult for him… and, I’m just so sorry. I’m a complete shite, I know that.”

“So, this is real? I’m… married? To Malfoy? So help me, Harry, if you are playing another trick right now I must tell you I am at my wits end and I cannot take anymore. Do you understand? If you have an honest bone left in your body, look me in the eye right now and tell me - is this the truth?”

Harry looked into her eyes. “It’s the truth.”

Hermione stepped forward, pulling her arm back and slapped Harry with all her might.

Harry’s head turned at the impact, but he didn’t move or try to protect himself. He knew he deserved everything she gave him. In fact, he hoped she’d hit him some more - anything to relieve his guilt a bit. What a mess he had made!

But she next turned her fury on Draco. “And you! How dare you! How dare you take my choice away. I will not consent to this sham of a marriage. And… you let Blaise fuck me! You let him fuck me knowing that I was your… wife!” She could barely say the word.

Draco turned red with anger. “You think I wanted to be married at this age? Fucking Harry did it, not me! Then we decided that since we couldn’t undo the spell, we would try to carry on as if it had never happened. But, no, Granger, you had to come wandering into the supply closet that day, didn’t you, with your sexy little arse. Blaise had no idea of the marriage and I had to pretend all was as it should have been. You think it’s been easy for me? I had to tell my mother, for Merlin’s sake, because she was so set on a betrothal with Daphne. I had to tell her not to bother, because I was already married. You can imagine how well that went over.”

“See, you don’t even really want me,” she accused.

“That’s not true, Granger,” Blaise now spoke. “I’ve always known he’s wanted you. I didn’t know about the marriage. But I knew he fancied you.”

“I wanted to arrange it so that you’d want me too, so I’d never have to tell you and eventually we’d have a wedding. But I knew that would take time, Granger. I knew you… hated me,” Draco finished, looking down at the ground unhappily.

“I’m sorry if I ruined your plans with Daphne. Believe me, it was completely unintentional!”

“They weren’t my plans. They were my mother’s. But she’s finally accepting our situation, Granger, and she’s willing to make the best of it,” Draco replied.

“Oh, how nice. She’s willing to make the best of it,” Hermione seethed, sarcastically. “And what of me? What if I’m not willing?”

“Then, we live separate lives, but never able to marry anyone else. There is no divorce from this, Hermione.”

Pansy went to Hermione’s side, placing an arm about her shoulder. “Really, darling, I think you should at least give it a try. Malfoy’s not really such a git, you know. You have to get to know him on a deeper level.”

Hermione huffed. “So, you wanting me was a big act as well, Pansy? You knew of this, didn’t you?”

Pansy smiled. “No, it wasn’t all false. I really do desire you, sweetie. I thought that if you rejected Draco, you might have taken solace with me. The offer still stands, you know. I did know about the marriage, though, having caught Draco researching the Kinship Binding spell, I made him tell. So I arranged for all of you to meet here in this room today, and put all the secrets out on the table, so to speak. I couldn’t stand to see so many of the people I cared about so unhappy.”

Hermione rubbed her forehead with her hand, shaking her head. “My head hurts. I can’t listen to anymore of this. I need to leave.” She made a beeline straight for the door and slammed it behind her.

Everyone else was silent for a moment.

Then Pansy looked at Draco and pushed him. “Go on, go talk to your wife.”

“My wife…,” Draco repeated, as if trying to get use to the words. Then a look of determination filled his features as he said more decisively, “My wife!” He ran out the door to find her.

Ron walked up to Harry, putting a hand on his shoulder. “That was a crap thing you did, mate, but we’ll find some way to fix things.”

“I’ve already tried, Ron.” Harry shook his head.

“Or, perhaps, they’ll end up fixing things themselves,” smiled Pansy.

OOOOOOOO

Hermione hurried down the corridors, robes flying behind her, turning her tear stained face away from passerbys. She was married - to Malfoy! Merlin. What would her parents say? How could Harry do such an idiotic thing?

Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patel were coming toward her, so she ducked into the prefects bath, unwilling to answer any questions from anyone at the moment. Locking the door, she turned and leaned against the cool metal.

“Fancy a bath, dear?” said the enchanted faucet.

“Sure, why not,” Hermione replied, lifelessly. What was she going to do? She disrobed and slipped into the rapidly filling tub.

As she closed her eyes, the door clicked open, waking her instantly. “The door was locked. Get out!”

Draco closed the door and locked it. “And now it is locked once again.”

“Please, Malfoy, I’ve had enough revelations today. Please just leave,” she frowned.

“I don’t think so, love,” he replied. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to go though life miserable. I want to give us a try.”

Hermione swallowed as Draco’s robe dropped off his well formed shoulders. Her eyes followed the progress of his fingers unbuttoning his shirt. “What do you think you’re doing? Did I say yes? I’m tired of things being done to me without my consent. Don’t you understand?”

Draco pulled off the rest of his clothing, standing there in all his glory, hard with need. “The way your eyes are eating me up, tells me that this is something you want,” he grinned, ruefully.

Hermione tore her gaze away from his perfect body. “Doesn’t mean a thing.”

“Liar,” he replied, jumping in the tub and moving to her side.

“So you have a nice body, Malfoy. Doesn’t mean you are good husband material. I would think I would at least have to ‘like’ my husband.”

“You don’t find me repulsive, do you?” He moved his hand over her forearm, stroking softly. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek. “I know how to make you scream with delight…”

Hermione shifted in the water. “Sex isn’t everything.”

“It’s a start,” he replied, nibbling on her ear.

She leaned her head away. “Stop, Malfoy, I can’t think.”

“Thinking is not required,” he stated, grasping her chin in one hand and turning her lips to his. His mouth descending with wicked strength and his other arm swept around her waist, pulling her up onto his lap. She struggled futility, her movements only arousing him further.

His tongue probed her lips for entrance as his hands caressed and held her. Her squirming finally ceased as he felt her arms lift and encircle his neck, her lips parting on his.

They indulged in deep, drugged kisses, their bodies warm and sudsy against one another, adding to the delicious skin contact. His lips traveled down the column of her neck, licking, nibbling and sucking the fragrant smooth skin as Hermione closed her eyes and enjoyed. She mumbled, “Just because you are good at seduction, doesn’t mean…”

“I said, no thinking, Granger.” And he crashed his lips down onto hers again, shutting her up. Hermione moaned into his mouth, giving up her protests and moved her bottom until she was straddling his lap, his cock pressed against her swollen clit while they kissed.
It was Draco’s turn to groan as her hot little pussy rubbed against his length. “I’ve got to have you,” he whispered against her lips. Lifting her hips with his hands, he positioned his cock at her entrance, growling as she slid down his thick shaft. “Fuck, Granger, you feel so good,” he rasped. Yes, this witch was a perfect fit for him.

Hermione placed her hands on his shoulders for leverage and began fucking him, the water swirling around them. He watched her delicious breasts bouncing in front of him and he bent his face to suckle them. She groaned at the feel of his hot tongue laving at her nipples and his hard cock filling her completely. Yes, this wizard was quite skilled in bed - and bath!

He surprised her suddenly by standing in the tub while they were still connected. She wrapped her legs about him, holding on. Placing her on her back on the floor, he stood on the underwater bench and began fucking her deeper… harder…, throwing her legs up to his shoulders and grabbing her upper thighs.

“Oh, Merlin,” she groaned, “so… deep.” Her whole body was moving with each slam as Draco pistoned in and out of her wet, hot pussy. “Eeaahhh, Oh… Oh… OH MY GODS!” she screamed as her walls convulsed and squeezed and all her nerve endings shot off like cannons.

Draco moaned when she came, gripping his cock, milking him, sending him over the edge.

Hermione watched Draco’s face scrunch up and then release as he came too, hardly slowing his movements, and getting every last sensation out of them both. When he finally slowed, he was panting. He grinned, picking her up off the floor and sliding back into the tub, placing her once again on his lap.

“Not a bad start, eh?” he smiled.

She couldn’t help but grin back. He really could be charming when he wanted to be.

After a few moments, she said, “O.K., I think I’m willing to give this whole thing a try.”

His face lit with delight and he tried to kiss her. She moved her lips away, however, and added, “But, there is something you must promise me.”

“I’m listening.”

“No more dirty little secrets. I want complete honesty between us from now on.”

Draco smiled. “I agree, Granger. But I do have one more secret, though it’s not dirty, or little.”

“What is it?”

“I love you.”

OOOOOOO

A/N I debated on the type of ending I wanted for this story. I could have dealt out more slimy, underhandedness, but I decided I wanted a more substantial reason for all that happened and not have every character looking like an immoral beast. But tsk, tsk on Harry! LOL

Oh, and I appologize for no mass orgy. I found the emotions involved too difficult for them to all hold hands and sing kum-by-ya, you know? Hope you enjoyed it anyway.

And so this is the end of all the Dirty Little Secrets. Please let me know your thoughts.