Who Knew

Draco entered the library, spotting Potter at a table in the back. He stood there for a few seconds, admiring the way he chewed on his quill, as he thought of what to write next. He took a deep breath, before slowly moving toward his table.

As soon as Draco sat down in the chair across from him, Harry looked up from his essay and shook his head. “What?” he asked in frustration.

“Always good to see you, too,” he smirked.

“Look, I’m in the middle of our Potions essay, so say whatever stupid snide remark you need to say, so I can get back to it.”

“Did it ever occur to you that I was actually coming here to see if you needed help?” he grunted, as he hastily stood up from his seat and stormed off.

Harry watched him walk away, puzzled by his little outburst. Of course it had never occurred to him. He was Malfoy for Merlin’s sake. When had he ever thought of someone other than himself?

He looked down at the half-written essay and then over at the door Malfoy just walked out of, wondering what he should do. He groaned, when his Gryffindor side kicked in, knowing what he had to do. He packed his belongings and hurried out of the library, as he went in search for Malfoy.

He found him walking toward the boy’s bathroom and quickly followed after. Once he entered the bathroom, he took a quick look around, noticing Malfoy staring at himself in the mirror. “Hey,” he began.

Draco remained silent, as he continued to stare in the mirror. “Do you ever look in the mirror and wonder who that really is staring back?” he finally asked.

Harry again looked around the bathroom, noticing it was vacant. He thought about Malfoy’s question and then sighed. “All the time,” he quietly answered.

Draco nodded, before turning toward him. “So are you done with our essay?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Not yet. I was actually coming to check on you.”

“Why?” he curiously wondered.

Harry shrugged. “Because you seemed upset when you left.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “And of course, Saint Potter has to run off to save the day.”

Harry crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. “Why do you do that?” he questioned.

“Do what?”

“It’s just, one minute you’re fine, and then the next, you become this complete jerk.”

Draco smirked, “You think I’m fine?”

“Forget it,” he sighed, rolling his eyes, annoyed he had even chased after him in the first place. “You’ll never change.”

“Why the hell do you care anyway?” Draco asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Harry glared at the boy, feeling a mixture of emotions run inside. It had been happening a lot more recently, causing him much frustration. He just wanted it to go back to the way it used to be, when those feelings were never in his head and he didn’t care what happened to the prat. “I don’t care, Malfoy,” he finally erupted. “I never cared. You’re a vile person.”

Draco’s body tensed at Potter’s words. He clenched his fists in anger, as his face turned a deeper shade of red.

“You’re a cold, heartless bastard, who doesn’t care about anyone but himself,” Harry continued. “You try to act like your father, but you know you’ll never be like him. You’ll always be second best, which you can’t stand, so you have to take it out on others.”

Having heard enough, Draco quickly moved toward the bathroom door and locked it. He turned toward Potter and pushed him forcefully against the wall. “When the war finally comes, I hope the Dark Lord tears you apart,” he spat.

“And I’m sure you’ll be right there with him, Ferret, Dark Mark and all.”

“You make me sick,” Draco seethed.

Harry narrowed his eyes at the boy, feeling his insides want to burst. “The feeling is definitely mutual, Ferret.”

“Stop calling me that,” he yelled, pushing Potter harder into the wall.

Harry winced from the pain, but was not going to back down. He would never let Malfoy think he was weak. He glared at the boy in front of him, clenching his fists in anger. “I truly despise you, Malfoy.”

Draco stared into Potter’s eyes, seeing both hatred and a bit of hurt behind them. His heart beat rapidly, as he continued to stare into those mesmerizing, green eyes. Not able to take it anymore, he darted forward, crashing his lips on top of Potter’s.

When their lips met, Harry quickly wrapped his arms around Malfoy’s body, pulling him closer to him. The two continued to kiss, pushing each other harder and harder on each other’s lips, wanting to be as close as they could.

“I hate you, Potter,” Draco growled behind their kiss.

Harry backed away from the wall, still holding Malfoy closely, as he turned him around and slammed him against the wall. Draco flinched, yet never parted their lips. Harry pushed himself harder on Malfoy’s chest, his emotions finally pouring out.

“Potter,” Draco whimpered, feeling the boy’s hands move down the sides of his body.

Harry moved toward Malfoy’s neck, sucking at the tender part of his skin. He felt Malfoy quiver at the touch, knowing he had found his weakness. He continued to nibble on that spot, enjoying the fact that he was in complete control of Malfoy.

In an instant, Harry felt his back hit the bathroom sink on the other side of the wall. Draco was in control again, as he kissed down Potter’s neck. He held him firmly in place, wanting to give him the same satisfaction he just received.

“Malfoy,” Harry softly moaned, frozen by his touch.

Draco returned to Potter’s now swollen lips and again tasted the sweetness they possessed. He could’ve stayed like that forever, but knew they had to stop. As much as he wanted to continue, it just didn’t work that way. Pushing his body one last time on top of Potter’s, he released himself and stood back, leaving a wide gap in between them.

The two were suddenly panting from the lack of oxygen. They closed their eyes, as they tried to catch their breaths. Harry licked his tingling lips, sensing Malfoy’s taste still lingering on them. “That was-” he breathed.

“Unexpected?” Draco cut in, as he stared over at him.

Harry nodded, as his face turned a deep shade of red when he looked over at Malfoy. “I thought we agreed.”

Draco felt his own cheeks redden at the statement. “I tried, Potter, I really did. But it’s not that easy to forget what happened,” he commented.

Harry glanced away, needing to gather his thoughts. “It wasn’t just a summer thing, was it?” he sighed, turning back toward the Slytherin.

“At first it was,” he truthfully answered, “but after I left, all I could think about was wanting to be with you again. I tried to push those feelings out of my head, believing they would just disappear on their own, but they never did,” he paused, as he took a deep breath. “I know now that I can’t hide who I am anymore.”

“And who are you, Malfoy?” he asked, wanting to hear the actual words come out of his mouth.

Draco bit his lower lip, as he stared into the boy’s eyes. He didn’t know why it was so hard for him to admit it again. He had already announced it to his best mate, but with Potter, it was different, since he was still unsure if Potter was. “I’m gay,” he nervously whispered.

Harry released the breath he was holding, happy to hear someone else confess what he had been feeling for a while now. “I thought I was the only one,” he softly replied, looking over at Malfoy.

Draco sighed in relief, as he lowered himself to the ground. Harry followed his lead and sat down across from him. The two stared at each other, lost for words. Harry glanced away, feeling a blush return to his cheeks.

“I’ve missed you,” Draco suddenly said.

Harry nodded, whispering, “I’ve missed you, too.”

“This summer really changed us, didn’t it?” Draco questioned, staring up at the bathroom ceiling.

Harry turned toward Malfoy and sighed. “What are we going to do?”

Draco returned his attention to the Gryffindor. “What do you mean?”

“We’re back at school, Malfoy,” he expressed. “It’s no longer the summer where we could hide it. Plus, I hate you at school. You always try to put on some stupid act with your friends. You can never just be you. The real you I met during the summer.”

“Well, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“The Chosen One; Boy Wonder; The Boy Who Lived; Boy Hero,” he recited. “Tell me Potter, when exactly have you just been Harry Potter?”

“I never asked for those titles, Malfoy,” Harry argued.

“Yeah, but I’ve never actually seen you try to stop people from saying them, either. In fact, I believe you enjoy being idolized, while acting like a puppet for the light side.”

“Wait, you’re calling me a puppet?” he laughed. “If anyone’s a puppet here, Malfoy, it’s you.”

“How do you figure?”

“I wasn’t the one following orders to kill Dumbledore.”

Draco’s face fell when it was finally spoken. He had heard the whispers and knew they were talking about it ever since he came back, but no one dared speak it out loud to him. He balled his fists in anger, as he stared at the boy he just kissed. “I didn’t kill him,” he said through clenched teeth.

“You may not have killed him by your own wand, but you still helped.”

“He would’ve hurt my parents, Potter. You know that,” he angrily replied.

“Look, Malfoy. I understand how hard it was for you to go to McGonagall and confess everything.”

“Then why is it so hard for you to forgive me?” he asked.

Harry shrugged, as he glanced away from him. “I just can’t.”

“Well you were pretty forgiving over the summer,” he remarked.

Harry felt his cheeks flush, as he turned back toward him. They stared over at each other, as the memory of their summer suddenly drifted into their minds.

*****
Harry lay on the bed in his godfather’s bedroom, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep, as memories of that fateful night on the Tower danced in his head. Dumbledore was dead and he didn’t do a thing to help him. He felt so guilty to be on that rooftop and watch the murder happen.

“Harry, there’s someone here I think you need to talk to,” McGonagall called out from behind the door.

“I don’t want to talk to anyone right now,” he stated.

“You can’t stay in there all night,” she continued. “And you might as well do it now because he’ll be staying here for a few weeks.”

“Then I’ll talk to him tomorrow, or the next day, or in a week.”

“Harry Potter, you stop that right now and get downstairs,” she sternly voiced.

His body shivered, as he quickly rolled out of bed and opened the door. He knew not to get on her bad side, even outside of school. He followed her down the stairs and into the kitchen. As soon as they entered, he stopped frozen in his stance when he saw them sitting there. He looked over at McGonagall in shock. “What the bloody hell are they doing here?” he roared.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Draco mumbled to Snape.

Snape shook his head, as he placed his hand on the boy’s arm to ease him. “It’s what he does,” he simply said. “He’ll calm down in a bit.”

“Potter, that’s enough!” McGonagall yelled. “I’ve seriously had it up to here with your tantrums, and I will not take anymore, you hear me?”

Draco smirked to himself, enjoying Potter getting scolded. Snape just sat coolly in his seat, having witnessed those rows for a while now.

“You need to know the truth, so sit down and listen,” she demanded.

He narrowed his eyes at her, but knew he wouldn’t be able to win the argument. He pulled out one of the chairs roughly and plopped down, staring over at the two Slytherins. “What?” he snapped.

Draco jumped a little in his seat, but quickly regained his cool. He looked over at Snape, waiting for him to say something.

“First off, I will not be talked to like that,” Snape fumed.

“Fine,” Harry said, as he stood up from the table and slammed his chair back in. “Discussion over then.”

He marched out of the kitchen and up to Sirius’ bedroom. McGonagall sighed, as she looked over at Snape. He shook his head, while Draco sat in astonishment. He couldn’t believe Potter had actually behaved that way in front of their professors. He didn’t know why, but he suddenly stood up, looking at both of them. “Let me try,” he simply said.

They both agreed, giving him directions to where Potter was most likely staying. He took a deep breath, as he walked out of the kitchen. He slowly moved up the stairs, following the directions he was given. He suddenly stopped in front of a closed door and stood there for a few minutes, not sure if he should knock.

“Bloody hell, just come in already, if you’re not going to knock,” Harry yelled from inside.

Draco raised his eyebrows, surprised that he knew he was out there. He slowly opened the door and peeked inside, seeing Potter on the bed. “You sure?” he cautiously asked.

“Of course not,” Harry lividly answered, “but you’re here now, so you might as well come in.”

Draco entered the room, closing the door behind him. He stood still, wondering if Potter would begin, while he glanced around the dreary room, shocked to learn that anyone would want to stay up here.

“Well?” Harry finally snapped.

“Potter, I had orders,” he answered, knowing it was best to get it out in the open.

Harry nodded, as he turned toward Malfoy. “I gathered that much, Malfoy.”

“He was going to kill my parents,” he further explained.

“Great. Two less Malfoys in the world,” he seethed.

Draco clenched his fists, as he angrily stared over at him. “Fuck you, Potter.”

Harry rolled his eyes, as he returned his stare to the ceiling. The room went silent, as neither knew what to say next. “Sorry,” Harry finally mumbled, knowing it was wrong to say that about the boy’s parents, even if he had hated them.

Draco raised his eyebrows in disbelief, not sure if he really heard an apology come out of his mouth. He decided to chance it and slowly walked closer to the bed, hoping Potter wouldn’t snap at him again. “Potter,” he sighed, “I am sorry about what happened. I just couldn’t let him harm my parents.”

“He could’ve protected you, you know,” he murmured.

Draco shook his head, “No he couldn’t.”

“Yes he could’ve,” Harry exclaimed, as he sat up, staring over at the boy standing in front of him. “But you just had to be your arrogant Malfoy self, not wanting to ask for any help.”

“Well that’s just it, Potter,” Draco yelled. “I’m a fucking Malfoy.”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows over at the Malfoy heir. Draco ran his hands through his platinum blonde hair in frustration, as he turned away from him. “My father is locked up in Azkaban right now,” he started.

“Am I supposed to feel sorry about that?” he snapped.

Draco furiously turned toward Potter. “Would you just shut up for one minute?” he screamed.

Harry glared at the boy, feeling more anger bubble to the surface. “Who the fuck are you, telling me what to do?” he fumed.

“Why must you be so hard-headed?” he retorted. “I’m trying to explain it to you.”

“Fine,” Harry huffed. “Explain it.”

Draco’s face was beet red, as he stared into the boy’s green eyes. “It’s just like I said, Potter. I’m a Malfoy. And nobody has ever wanted to protect a Malfoy.”

“And with good reason, too,” Harry raged. “Malfoys are just-”

Yet Harry was never able to finish that sentence, as Malfoy’s lips were suddenly on his. After a few more seconds, when Harry suddenly realized what was happening, he quickly jerked his head back, pushing Malfoy away with his hands. “What the bloody hell are you doing?” he yelled.

“Well, I had to find some way to shut you up,” Draco spat, as he sat down on the bed. He then licked his lips, as he stared over at the Boy Wonder, shaking his head. “Damn, Potter, you really are a bad kisser.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like I ever kissed a guy before,” he stated.

“Still,” he smirked, “that was pretty bad. I mean have you ever kissed anyone?”

Harry’s face turned red from embarrassment. “You can’t judge me by that one kiss alone. You caught me off guard. I wasn’t ready for it.”

Draco shrugged. “I don’t know, Potter. I really think you should-”

Harry didn’t allow Malfoy to finish his sentence, as he darted forward, capturing his lips with his own. He had to show him once and for all that he wasn’t a bad kisser; however, this time, nobody had backed away.

Draco lifted his hand behind Potter’s head, pushing him harder against his mouth. Harry softly moaned, as he ran his tongue over the boy’s swollen lips, enjoying the taste. He then felt Malfoy part his mouth seconds later, seizing his tongue with his own.

They continued kissing, not sure why they had yet to stop. It was this strange, new experience for the both of them, and they were each surprised that they kind of liked it. Suddenly, they heard a loud knock, causing them to quickly release each other from their grasps and look over at the door.

“Are you boys okay in there?” McGonagall nervously asked behind the closed door.

The two boys looked over at each other, a bit flushed. They licked their lips, as they stared bewilderingly at one another.

“Oh Merlin, please tell me no curses were thrown,” McGonagall sighed, when she didn’t hear an answer.

Draco suddenly broke free from their stares, as he turned toward the door. “We’re fine, Professor,” he called out.

“Harry?” she asked, needing to hear his voice as well.

“We’re okay,” he answered, glancing toward the door.

Once they heard her leave, they turned their attention back to each other, still a bit stunned about what just happened. “We have to swear never to tell anyone about this,” Harry suddenly said.

“Agreed,” Draco nodded.

“What we did was just…” he swallowed, not able to continue.

“Between you and me,” Draco cut in. “That’s it.”

Harry nodded, as he looked up at the ceiling. After a few more silent minutes of trying to understand how, and also why, it all happened, Harry finally spoke. “Malfoy, can I tell you something?”

Draco shrugged, “If you must.”

Harry stared over at him and sighed. “Tonight, for the first time this summer, I actually felt free from all the pain and sorrow.”

“What do you mean?”

Harry licked his lips, shaking his head in disbelief. “For some reason, what we just did,” he paused, taking a deep breath, “it sort of numbed me from everything I had been feeling.”

Draco raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

Harry nodded, feeling a slight blush appear on his cheeks. “And I liked that feeling.”

Draco bit his lower lip, as a question suddenly moved through his mind. “Potter, are you gay?”

Harry glared over at him. “Are you?”

“Fuck no,” he quickly replied. “I was just curious, that’s all. You did say you liked it.”

“I didn’t mean I liked the kiss. I meant I liked the feeling of being numb,” he sharply explained. “Of not having to feel the pain and sorrow that surrounds my entire being.”

Draco glanced away, as Potter’s words entered his mind. “And you really couldn’t feel it?” he quietly asked, as he looked over at Potter.

Harry nodded, as he stared into the boy’s questioning gray eyes. He knew what he was thinking about and smiled inwardly at the thought. Although he hated Malfoy, he hated being in pain more.

Draco slowly leaned forward, feeling Potter’s warm breath close to his lips. “Potter,” he whispered, “what if I told you I also wanted to feel no more pain this summer?”

“I’d say, then what the hell are you waiting for?” he anxiously whispered.

Draco smirked, before pressing his lips upon Potter’s once more. “This will just be for the summer,” he murmured, making sure terms were in place. “Once I’m gone, we are never to speak of this again,” he explained, while kissing up and down Potter’s jaw line. “We will go back to our normal lives, hating each other as we always have,” he finished, before ending his kisses on the boy’s neck. “Agreed?”

Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the numbness Malfoy was causing. “Agreed,” he softly moaned.

*****
“What happened after I left?” Draco suddenly asked, being brought out of the memory.

Harry sighed, as he looked up at the ceiling. “Everything went back to normal, just like we agreed,” he answered, before sadly looking over at Malfoy. “You didn’t even say goodbye.”

Draco shook his head, as he looked away. “I wanted to, but I couldn’t,” he sadly stated. “I couldn’t let you know how I was really feeling, Potter. Fuck, I was scared myself for having those thoughts. And for all I knew, it was just a summer thing for you.”

“Damn it, Malfoy, you should have known I never thought that,” he snapped. “You never even wrote to me after you left.”

“Well, I didn’t receive any letters from you either, now did I?” Draco argued.

“That was because the minute you walked out that door without saying goodbye to me, I figured it was over,” he countered. “I went back to my old ways, forgetting you even existed, reminding myself about what you did to Dumbledore that night. I never knew I could hate you more, until you left.”

“So that’s why you can’t forgive me? That’s where all your hate comes from?”

“Mostly,” he answered, as he glanced away. He couldn’t stand looking at that face anymore. “Truth is, Malfoy, at the end of the day, I still see you as the loathsome, selfish git that you really are.”

“Oh yeah? Well, all I see with you is the stupid Boy Wonder, who doesn’t have any real power to defeat the Dark Lord,” he fumed.

Harry turned toward the boy, anger returning to his face again, as he quickly stood up. “I have more power than you ever will.”

“Insufferable prat,” Draco yelled, as he stood close to the boy’s face.

“Murderer.”

“Puppet.”

“Heartless coward.”

“Pathetic Golden Boy.”

Harry stared intensely at the boy, suddenly gritting his teeth. “Are you as turned on as I am right now?”

“You better believe it,” Draco quickly replied, before crashing his lips upon his once more.

They toppled to the ground, as Draco ran his tongue along Potter’s soft lips. Harry parted his mouth, allowing Malfoy’s tongue access. “This is going to be bad, isn’t it?” Draco murmured, as his tongue danced with Potter’s.

Harry nodded, as he placed his hand behind Malfoy’s head, pushing him closer on his mouth. “Real bad,” he quietly uttered.

*****
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Black Padfoot: haha You're like a little child, waiting for people to bring you presents. :) Mmm, yes...Draco in a towel. Always a nice image. I know. I truly love Draco and Blaise's friendship. I hope you liked this chapter and that it perhaps gave you a nice shocking surprise. :)