Who Knew

Harry was sitting on the couch in the Heads’ common room, talking quietly with Hermione. He had to be careful not to talk too loud, for fear that a certain Slytherin would overhear their conversation.

“So, when are you and Ron leaving?” Hermione questioned, as she sadly looked into her best friend’s eyes.

“Next Hogsmeade trip,” Harry replied. He saw the sadness in her eyes and placed his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them a little. “We’ll be okay, Hermione. I promise.”

She nodded, as a tear rolled down her cheek. “I know, but it still worries me. I wish I could go with you.”

He sighed, as he looked away from the tears. He hated seeing her cry because it made him feel more attached to her. She was his family, his sister, and it pained him to know he was affecting her this way. “You know you’re better off here,” he explained. “In case we need backup.”

She tried to form a smile, knowing he was trying to make her feel a little better. “Just stay careful out there,” she ordered.

“We will,” he responded, before changing the subject. “So what’s going on with you and Ron?”

She sighed, knowing he was going to ask her about it some day. She hated lying to him and wished she could tell him the whole truth; however, she settled on just telling him parts of it. “I’m just not in that same place anymore,” she answered.

“So when are you going to tell him?”

“I don’t know. Every time I go to do it, something, or someone, gets in the way.”

“Someone?” he nervously swallowed.

She nodded, “Yeah. Like you, Ginny, and even Luna.”

Harry held his tongue, when he heard Luna’s name. He really wished he hadn’t walked in on them that one day. Thankfully, his best mate was a little preoccupied to even have noticed him standing there, but now he was at a crossroad. He hated keeping this secret from Hermione, but he also knew he couldn’t rat his other friend out, either. He just prayed their friendship would somehow remain unharmed. “Well, I really think you guys should talk, and soon,” he responded.

“I know,” she sighed. “I’ll do it soon, I promise.”

Suddenly, they heard the bathroom door open and turned their attention toward the source. Draco walked out, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He turned toward the two on the couch, a bit stunned. He quickly sneered at them, wanting to hide his embarrassment, as he headed toward his bedroom.

Harry couldn’t help staring at the boy’s features, memorizing each little detail. He was amazed to see how athletically built he was. Staring at his bare chest, even in those few seconds before Malfoy turned away, his cock had twitched when he noticed remnants of water trickle down the grooves of his finely shaped stomach. He took a big gulp, before returning his attention to Hermione.

Hermione watched the little scene in amusement. She had never really seen it before, probably because she never even thought it possible, but it was clear as day. She knew her best friend was hiding something from her this year, but never understood what it could be. She figured it must have had to do with Voldemort or the Horcruxes or something, but never this. Never would she believe that this was his little secret. She grinned over at him, when he turned toward her.

He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why she had a silly grin on her face. “What?” he asked.

She shook her head, as the smile left her face. She decided not to call him out on it. She knew he was probably confused with his thoughts, and she didn’t want him to admit to something that he wasn’t ready to confess just yet. “Nothing,” she simply replied.

Harry shrugged, but left it at that. At first he was a bit nervous she had seen him staring at Malfoy’s body, but figured he was just being paranoid. Even though he realized this little part about him over the summer, he still wasn’t ready to tell the world just yet.

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Draco plopped down on his bed, covering his face with his hands. He understood the two were friends and it would eventually happen, but he didn’t expect to see him sitting there so soon, in his common area, looking so damn…perfect. He couldn’t believe he was only wearing a towel in front of him. He sighed in exasperation, as he stared up at the ceiling, trying hard to push all thoughts of him out of his head. His hardening cock was definitely not helping the situation, however.

He suddenly heard a light tap and quickly shot up, looking over at his closed door. He hesitated at first, not sure if he should answer it, for fear he was standing on the other side. He continued to nervously stare, before he took a deep breath and stood up, moving closer to open the door. Thankfully, his cock was relaxing a little due to his worries.

He released his breath, when he saw it was only Granger standing in front of him. “What do you want?” he sharply asked.

She bit her bottom lip, while fidgeting with her hands. She then felt a slight blush on her cheeks, realizing she was staring at his naked chest. She quickly stared down at the floor, taking a deep breath. “I…I need-” she hesitated.

“Spit it out, Granger,” he snapped in frustration.

She looked up at him, with watery eyes, causing his body to stiffen. He watched her in confusion, wondering what had happened for her to feel so much sadness right now. He shook his head, realizing how big of a mistake this was going to be, before moving to his side, allowing her entry.

She slowly moved toward his bed and sat down, as he closed the door behind her. He stood a distance away, knowing it would not be wise to sit on the bed with her, when all he had on was a towel. Not that he would do anything anyway, but he knew it would still look bad.

“Malfoy, I need your advice,” she finally uttered, fearfully glancing up at him.

He sighed. “What did I tell you about that?”

“Trust me, you’re the last person I wanted to come to about this, but you’re also the only one I can,” she responded.

“Where’s Potter?” he questioned, as he crossed his arms over his bare chest.

“He just left,” she blushed, as she saw his tight abs flex from his movement. She quickly stared down and whispered, “Could you please put a shirt on or something?”

Draco smirked, seeing the embarrassment on her face. “Sorry Granger, but I’m not ready to get dressed just yet. Don’t forget you’re on my territory now.”

She rolled her eyes at his smug reply and stood up. “Just forget it, Malfoy. It was stupid for me to come,” she said, as she moved toward his door.

“Granger,” Draco called out, annoyed he couldn’t just let her go, “what do you want to know?”

She stopped walking and chewed on her bottom lip. “How bad did I really mess things up?” she quietly asked, not turning around just yet.

He furrowed his eyebrows, puzzled by her question. “What are you talking about?”

She sighed, as she finally turned toward him. “Come on, Malfoy. I know you heard our fight earlier this morning.”

“Oh, that,” he remembered, as he uncrossed his arms. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“But,” she paused, “he got really mad. I never saw him that upset before. I mean it wasn’t like I could’ve easily stopped Ron from doing it, you know?”

“Well, it wasn’t only about the Weasel kissing you that had him upset,” he assured her.

She tilted her head, confused that it had to do with something else. “Then what was it?”

Draco glanced away, not sure if he should tell her. He played the thought in his mind and figured it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to voice his friend’s concerns. He didn’t know why, but he really liked the two of them together. Perhaps it was because it gave him something to hope for with his own future. “He’s scared you’re going to finally realize he’s no good for you and decide to leave him,” he explained, as he looked over at her.

She shook her head, as she rolled her eyes. “That idiot,” she smiled.

He watched her face return to its happy state, amazed at how quickly she could turn from one to the other. “So, was that it?” he asked, hoping it was so she could leave and not ask for any more advice.

She nodded, as the smile stayed on her face. “Thanks, Malfoy.”

“Don’t mention it,” he stated, before staring intently over at her. “Ever.”

She continued to smile, as she turned back around and opened the door. She jumped, when she saw her boyfriend had his hand on the door at the same time.

He stood back, confused why she was alone in his best friend’s room. He looked from one to the other, feeling his body writhe in fury when he noticed his friend in the towel. “What the hell is this?” he roared.

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, before she looked over at Malfoy, understanding where his rage was coming from. “Blaise, it’s not what you think,” she softly stated, as she placed her hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

He rolled his shoulder, releasing her hand. “Don’t you dare try to make up some excuse,” he seethed.

“Blaise, seriously,” Draco interjected, “we were just talking.”

“Do you always talk to people with just a towel on?”

Draco blushed, forgetting the towel still wrapped around him. “Blaise, I didn’t-”

“You’re my best mate,” he raged.

“Blaise-”

“You knew how much I loved her.”

“Blaise-” he tried again.

“And now you’ve gone and fucked the one girl I can’t live without.”

“Blaise, stop it. We didn’t do anything,” Hermione cried out.

He turned toward her, glaring at her with so much contempt. “I guess Weasley and I weren’t enough for you, were we? You needed someone new, didn’t you?

“Blaise-” Draco called out again.

“I love you, Hermione. How could you do this to me?” he asked, feeling his voice quiver a little.

Hermione reached her hand out to touch his face, but he quickly backed away, not wanting to feel her touch at the moment. She felt the tears start to form in her eyes, not sure how she could right this. She shook her head, as the tears began to roll down her cheeks. “Blaise, you have to trust me,” she whispered.

“Trust you? I can’t even look at you right now,” he yelled. “He’s just using you, just like every other girl he sleeps with.”

“Damn it, Blaise,” Draco screamed, “we didn’t sleep together!”

“And why the hell should I believe you?” he snapped, turning toward his best mate.

“Because I’m gay!”

Blaise stood back, shocked by the sudden announcement. He stared over at his friend, with wide-eyes, not sure if he really heard him correctly. Hermione looked over at Malfoy, shocked by the announcement herself.

Draco took a deep breath, realizing what he just said. There was no taking it back now. He finally uttered the words he had been scared to voice all summer long. He moved to his bed and sat down, with his head lowered between his legs.

Blaise looked over at Hermione, not sure what he should do. She motioned for him to go over and talk to him. He nodded in understanding, as he slowly moved toward Draco. He hesitantly reached out to touch his shoulder.

“Sorry,” Draco mumbled, when he felt his best mate’s hand on his shoulder.

“For what?” Blaise curiously wondered.

Draco shrugged, before lifting his head toward Blaise. Blaise shook his head, as he glanced over at Hermione. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. To both of you.”

Hermione nodded, accepting his apology for now, as she again looked over at Malfoy. Her and Blaise would talk later about what just happened, but for now she knew the focus had to be on Malfoy. She saw the sadness in his eyes, knowing how hard it had to be for him to finally admit the truth, but also knowing the worst part was probably that he had admitted it in front of her.

“When did you know?” Blaise curiously asked.

“Over the summer,” Draco replied, before turning toward Granger. “Look Granger-”

“Your secret will stay in this room,” she interrupted him. “I promise.”

He nodded, as he again looked over at his friend, a bit nervous to know how he was handling the news. “Are you okay?”

Blaise rolled his eyes, as he wrapped his arm around Draco’s shoulder, pulling him into a one-armed embrace. “We’re brothers, man. Nothing will ever change that. Besides, if you can accept my decision,” he smiled over at Hermione, “then I can accept yours.”

Draco smiled, happy to know his friend was able to accept his ways. “Thanks, Blaise.”

“And since I know I’m so damn irresistible, it’s okay for you to continue checking me out,” he teased.

“Wow, I wasn’t even sure you were aware of my flirtatious stares,” Draco played along.

Blaise’s body slightly tensed, while he bit his bottom lip. “Oh, um,” he cleared his throat, “yeah.”

“Blaise, I’m kidding,” he said, rolling his eyes. “And no offense, you’re not my type.”

“Why not?”

Hermione bit her lip to stop herself from laughing, as she watched the two boys interact. She was glad they were able to hold onto their friendship. She then thought about Harry and Ron, wondering if their friendship would survive once the truth came out.

She suddenly cleared her throat, realizing it was getting late, making them look over at her. Blaise stood up from the bed, as he walked behind her and wrapped his arms tightly around her, kissing her neck.

Draco watched the couple, glad to see them okay again. “Well, if you two don’t mind, I really should get dressed,” he said.

Blaise looked over at Draco and nodded, as he gave Hermione a quick kiss on her cheek. He released his hold on her and walked out the doorway.

Hermione slowly followed, but stopped halfway, as she suddenly remembered something. Draco watched her stand there for a few seconds, realizing she wanted to say something. “What now?” he groaned.

She turned to face him, staring fixedly at his face. She roamed her eyes over his features, taking in all the sights. She lowered her stare to his shoulders, and then his arms, finishing on his chest. She nodded in approval, before turning back around.

“What was that?” he asked, shocked that she just flagrantly checked him out.

She turned toward him and smiled. “You really do have a nice body, Malfoy.”

He suddenly choked on his saliva, never expecting her to say that to him. “Um, thanks, Granger,” he responded.

“Don’t thank me. I wasn’t the first one who noticed tonight,” she again smiled, as she turned and left his room.

He stood frozen in his stance, wondering exactly what she had meant by that comment. Only one thought moved through his head, but was it really possible? He closed his bedroom door and again plopped himself on his bed. He closed his eyes and smiled, when the vision of Potter appeared in his mind.

He softly grazed his hand along his bare chest, before moving it down toward the towel still wrapped around him. He unwrapped the towel from his hips and grabbed his half hardened cock in his hand. He closed his eyes and moaned, as he gently stroked himself.

Feeling his cock had hardened more under his touch, he sped up his movements, as more images and thoughts ran through his mind. He had been haunted by those thoughts all summer long, but now he ignored them, and the worries associated with them, as he enjoyed some much needed bliss.

“Potter,” he softly cried out, as he reached his climax.

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Black Padfoot: Yes, make that one. :D Stay tuned for more. I think you will really like the next one. :)

Amessis: Thanks! Aw, I'm glad you like the interactions between Blaise and Draco. They're definitely some good friends, that's for sure. :)

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