Secret Beginnings

Secret Beginnings

Chapter 6 Title: New Term, New Thoughts, and The Sweetest Thing (6/18)

Pairings: Harry/Draco Fred/Pansy

Summary: Harry and Draco slash!

Warning: AU, OCC, Slash. Don't like? Then what the hell are you doing in this part of the website?

Disclaimer: JKR is a Goddess, I am nothing but a mere mortal who prays to her daily. JKR owns everything. I own nothing but the plot.

Charlie

'fhduch' Harry's thoughts /Draco/


Saturday January 15, 1994 8:20 A.M.

Harry sat quietly on his bed staring at the ceiling, completely lost in thought. He had been doing that for the last four hours; since he came back from... 'home'

He couldn't believe how so much had changed. He had from the beginning of the year of being an enemy to Slytherins to having three of the most powerful ones become some of his best friends, well at least in secret. All in three months.

In those three months they had told each other everything; all their secrets, their fears and who they really were. They had even taught him Italian and French along with potions, too bad he couldn't use that one outside of the room.

In a lot of ways, Harry begun to realize that he considered them closer along with the twins than Ron and Hermione were with him.

Oh, he still loved them to death and still cherished their friendship, it's just with Draco and the others; he got to be himself without being judged and they the same. And he had begun to realize that he wouldn't give them up for any reason what so ever.

First there was Blaise Zabini; who Harry really hadn't much thought of, let alone really noticed. He was always the more quiet of any of the Slytherins. In the hallways or in the classroom, Harry didn't give him much thought. But now, if anybody asked him to describe the brunette Slytherin; he could answer more than just quiet.

He would say; smart, funny, caring, protective to a certain extent that reminded Harry of all those Italian mobster-type guys that he saw in a movie once, good at flying, loved to write, and was good—really good—at chess. Blaise the person; who wanted to become a number one best-seller as a writer.

Oh, and he also happened to have a huge crush on Ron.

When he had found out last month, after Blaise had dropped a picture of the red-head out of his book bag by accident, Harry had practically laughed himself silly after telling a horrified and embarrassed Blaise that it was perfectly alright. 'But still hilarious.'

Then there was Pansy Parkinson; who everyone thought was a ugly pug-nosed spoiled brat of a Slytherin who worshiped the very ground where Draco Malfoy stood.

Oh, how they were wrong...Pansy to him was beautiful because of how she really was. She was protective of all five boys--to the point that they would call her mom when she became too protective, a bit of a bookworm, funny, loved to take photos; Harry thought she could definitely give Colin Creevey a run for his money, and she had been dating Fred Weasley for the past two years.

Pansy Parkinson wanted to have her photos in an art gallery one day.

In a lot of ways they reminded him of Ron and Hermione.

And then, then there was Draco Malfoy; to unknown eye he was the sneering, cold-hearted evil spawn of a more evil spawn of a bastard.

But to Harry he was Draco.

His Draco, that loved muggle inventions—he and Arthur Weasley would get along perfectly. His Draco that was brave and sweet. His Draco that was funny and had a great laugh. And his Draco that had one of the most beautiful smiles that he had ever seen.

And when Harry held him as cried the nights after his visits with his father; Harry couldn't help to admire how brave he was and how he smelt of chocolate, vanilla and roses.

And that's what brought him to sitting on the bed so early in the morning instead of getting his much needed sleep.

Harry kept thinking of the blond as his. Every thought that he had been having for the past month was of him. His Draco, not Draco but his Draco. It was scaring the hell out of him.

When he had started getting these type of feelings for the first time, he always thought he'd get them for a sweet and pretty girl, but he never thought he'd get them for a boy. A beautiful, sweet gorgeous boy.

And indeed he was.

His Draco had the must beautiful mercury eyes, eyes that he could look into all day, which would become even more beautiful when they lit up from smiling. Oh, gods that smile...that smile that made Harry's legs tremble just thinking about. That smile that always brought a smile to his face just...because. The smile that Harry spent drawing on his many canvases that littered his desk in his real room.

How his Draco's voice and laughter would melt Harry on the spot, how he would shiver as they came out of those small pink lips...lips that he'd been trying desperately not to kiss for the pass week in a half.

Harry was terrified of what was happening, he shouldn't be feeling this way.

Ugh, Harry needed to talk to someone, anyone, he needed to talk to...he needed to talk to the twins. They'd understand and even be accepting.

Wouldn't they?

Saturday January 15, 1994 9:30 A.M.

After taking a quick shower and then consulting with the map, he headed to the Great Hall nervously to talk to the twins, hoping that they wouldn't be disgusted or angered.

Taking a deep breath, Harry headed straight to the plotting twins, who were huddled together a bit away from the others over a notebook. Ignoring the questioning looks of Hermione and Ron, Harry sat across from the twins blushing nervously, eyes staring straight at the table.

Lifting his head up, “So, what brings-”

“you to this end-

“of the table, ragazzo dorato?” George asked as he wrote in his notebook; snickering occasionally : which would have had Harry worried or frightened if it had been anybody but one of the twins. (1)

“I was kind of hoping that I could talk to the both of you, actually. “ Harry fidgeted still looking at the table in interest.

“Oh? What about, mate?” Fred asked as he grabbed the notebook from George to read it.

“Oh nothing really...just my feelings for a certain drago de blond.” Harry mumbled turning to look to his right in feigned curiosity, missing how both Fred and George's heads popped up giving Harry their complete and undivided attention.

“What feelings exactly?” George asked leaning forward as he fought a grin.

“Yes. What feelings?” Fred parroted only not even trying to conceal his smile.

“I may like il drago—strongly more than just sensibilità amichevoli.h Harry admitted blushing profusely now. (2)

Laughing, Fred and George got up and jumped across the table and grabbed Harry and hugged him, “That's great mate!” George exclaimed as they dragged him out of the Great Hall, ignoring the questioning looks from the rest of Gryffindor table.

“Yeah, that boy isn't too bad on the eyes either.” Fred teased winking at the surprised Slytherin.

“So, it doesn't bother you two at all?” Harry asked hopefully.

Shaking his head, as they headed into an empty classroom, “Nah, besides Pansy and I were betting that the two of you would get together by the end of the year.” Fred answered after silencing the room while his mirror image locked the door.

'okay, that's a reli—Wait! What?'

“What? Is that true, George?”

“Yeah, I'm afraid that it is. I even wrote it down in our betting book. She won by the way, Fred.”

“Aw, crap. Now I owe her a car along with a new camera, a house, and a pet bunny from all the other bets.” Fred complained half-heartedly sitting down next to Harry, who had sat at a desk.

“No, she didn't. We aren't really together, are we? I don't even know if he likes me, blimey I don't even know if he's gay,” Harry moaned before putting his forehead on the table, “for gods' sake I don't even if I'm gay or not.

“Well, that is a problem...but, who says you have to be gay to like Draco?” George said from where he had been sitting on the professor's desk.

“Yeah, you could just be Draco-sexual, unless...” Fred said getting up and walking towards George in mock-horror, “George, you don't think he's been checking out guys behind our drago de blond's back, do you?”

Playing along, “I don't know...for all I know, he could be checking out Ron or his other dorm mates, or Lee, or even...”

“US!” They exclaimed in feigned horror together.

Turning towards Harry, “I know we're a fine specimen of a man, but I'm afraid that you're just not our type, Har. But none the less, we are good friends, so we'll give you one more chance to check us out.” Fred said before he and George posed in front of Harry, flexing their 'muscles.'

“Shut it, you two, “Harry laughed, “I'm trying to be serious here. What am I going to do? I can barely talk to Draco anymore because of my bloody blushing.”

Putting their arms down, “I told you, you don't have to be gay to like Draco, it could just be him that you're attracted to not his gender, after all. And as for Draco, the jury is still out on that one.”

“Okay, so it might just be Draco, but what am I going to do? It's not like I can just go up to him and say; Hey, are you gay? If so, how about you and I go snog somewhere? Can I?”

Snickering at the mental image of Harry doing that and then getting hexed by Draco, “You could...but I wouldn't recommend it.” George advised.

“What you need to do is set a plan...” Fred said tapping his chin in thought.

“What we need is...” George paused dramatically, “Is Zio, il Lupo, and il Serpenti!” (3)

'Oh, gods, no! Now everybody's going to know...kill me now...'

Sunday, January 16, 1994 12:30 A.M.

Sitting down on top of the table, Harry looked nervously at four of the six occupants, who were looking at him expectantly, while the other two stared on in amusement.

'Oh, gods, oh gods, oh gods, what am I going to say? Hey, guys I just wanted to tell you guys that I've been thinking about your best friend, your godson, your foster and not all of them are very decent, you don't mind if I try to see if I could test them on him, do you?...he just had to have a werewolf and Snape as his godfather and “dad” didn't he? Maybe I could distract them how, so that way I can try to run...'

“So, uh, where's Draco?” Harry stalled wringing his hands in trepidation.

“Harry, don't you remember? Today's Saturday...Draco always goes with his father on Saturdays.” Pansy reminded him, confused as why exactly he wanted to talk to them.

“Oh, yeah...right.” Harry said biting his lip and rubbing his shoulder.

Staring at Harry in uncomfortable and a little annoyed silence, Severus snapped, “For Merlin's sake, Potter. Do get on with it, some of us do have things to do...like, oh I don't know SLEEP!”

“Sorry, sorry, it's just that I'm trying to find the right way to explain it.” Harry said rubbing his shoulder again, “I can't just come out and say it.” he explained making George snicker as remembered the image of Draco hexing Harry for his 'proposition' from earlier.

“Shut it, George or Fred, I want to hear what ragazzo del hero has to say.” Blaise ordered in his slight Italian accent.

“Right, sorry, shutting up now,” George said and looked at Harry, “C'mon, Harry just tell them will you? Here, Fred will even take away their wands, won't you Forge?”

“I sure will, Harry. See...”Fred encouraged him by taking out his wand and spelling the wands to him.

“Okay, what is going on here?” Pansy asked as her wand flew out of here pocket and into her boyfriend's hand.

“Thanks, Fred, “ Harry sat in a little bit—not much—but in relief, “I just have to tell you guys something, a confession if you will, and I just don't want you guys to hex me or anything, because you four are a bit protective of him.

“Of him...you mean, Draco? What does this have to do with Draco, Harry? Fred? George?” Remus questioned looking a bit worried along with the other three.

“Don't worry, il lupo it's nothing bad...Harry is just worried how you'll accept it.” George said nonchalantly as he sat down next to the distraught teen and wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder..

“Accept what, Harry?” Pansy asked watching Harry become even more nervous.

“I just want you guys to know that I would never intentionally hurt Draco, okay? And that I care for the lot of you very much, especially Draco and if you guys don't want me to come back here; I completely understand cause...”

“Potter! You're rambling...” Severus interrupted Harry,his irritation slowly succumbing his patience and curiosity, “Now...what are you on about?”

“...I...have...IhaveacrushonDracoandit'snotmyfaultthatIfeelthiswaybuticompletelyunderstandthatyouhateme...” Harry mumbled quickly.

Staring at one another, they tried to figure out what exactly he had said in puzzlement. And then suddenly, Pansy jumped up and smiled, “YES! YES! That means I won! Oh, yeah! “ she exclaimed as she did a small victory dance to the amusement of the matching pair.

Ignoring his daughter's antics, Severus quickly broke down Harry's confession and began laughing soon followed by Blaise and Remus.

Finishing up her dance with a twirl and a punch in the air, Pansy straightened her clothes and walked to Harry—as if she did nothing out of the ordinary, and knelt in front of her blushing friend and grabbed his hands, “Harry, we don't hate you, you know that. We want you here, just as much as the others.

But, the way you were acting, I thought you killed Draco or something...I was about to tackle my boyfriend so I could hex you if you hadn't admitted something soon.” Pansy said making Harry laugh in relief as the others nodded in agreement.

“So, you guys don't hate me for liking Draco?”

“No, we don't bambino, but that doesn't mean we won't hurt you; if you do hurt him; intentional or not.” Blaise said threateningly but still smiling.

“That goes for us as well, Drake has and still is going through hell and he doesn't need any more pain.” Remus growled for he and Severus.

Expecting that, Harry didn't even flinch at the wolf's threatening manner, “You guys act as if we're already going out. Draco to my recollection is still single and very much straight. I could barely tell all of you, how in the bleeding hell am I supposed to tell him that I like him?”

“Ah, that's were we all come in...” Fred said smiling mischievously quickly followed five more.

'Again, please Gods...kill me now...'

Sunday, January 16, 1994 11:30 P.M.

“Hey,” Draco said walking into the room and sat down at the table, where everybody was save one and looked around, “Where's Harry? He's always here when I get back from Lucius'.”

Not even looking up from his book, Fred replied, “He told us that he couldn't come until he finished his charms essay and it got Hermione's approval. Oh, but he did say that you could wait for him in his room, said he'd be here within a half hour.”

“How are you doing, figlio?” Severus asked as Draco got up from the table and grabbed his book bag.

“I'm doing good, papa Sev. Lucius wasn't even there, mum said he had a business meeting in Germany, so she and I spent the weekend together.” Draco smiled.

“That's good...” Severus said blushing slightly at the mention of Narcissa.

Laughing because of his 'father's' blush, Draco walked to Harry's bedroom door, unaware of the sly smiles that were thrown around. Shifting the weight of his bag, Draco said the password and walked through the open door...

And instead of finding it the way Harry usually kept it, he was surprised to see a small dinner table for two in the center of the room surrounded by thousands of yellow candles and white rose petals floating in midair.

And sitting down at the table nervously was Harry, dressed in a pair of black pants (Christmas gift from Blaise), a black and white pinstripe button-up shirt (Pansy) under a black snap jacket (Remus) a pair of black and white converses(Severus) and the black cadet hat that Draco had given him, fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket.

/He looks so handsome...I wonder what's going on.../

'Oh, Gods, Oh, Gods, Oh, Gods, Oh, Gods...'

“Hi, Draco.” Harry calmly said as the blond sat down across from him.

“Harry, what is all of this?” Draco asked motioning around at the room with his hand.

Biting his lip, the only way that Draco could tell that the other was nervous, “Are you hungry? I didn't know if you ate or not, since you weren't at dinner tonight.” Harry said trying to stall.

“No, my mum and I ate dinner over in Oxford...Harry, you didn't answer my question. What's going on?” Draco questioned eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

'okay, he looks so cute like that...but, damn I was hoping we could eat for a bit of a distraction.'

“...”

'Here goes...everything...'

Taking a deep breath, Harry began explaining, “The past three months everything has changed the way I see and even live life. And every time I try to see what has changed about me, it always leads me back to you...the way I look at you, the way I smile, the way I laugh, the way I see you, and the way I think about life, school, family, trust, happiness, love...they all connect to one thing...you.

You have become my whole; my everything and in such a short time, it scares the hell out of me. To know that you're my beginning and morning thoughts and every thought in between. And I don't want to lose this, you Draco but I want to gain so much more of you; if only you were to have me as well.

And if not, I completely understand and if you don't want me here any longer, I won't come back, but that still doesn't mean that I won't forget you nor how I feel about you.” Harry said looking into bright gray eyes.

/about damn time, love.../

Staring into his eyes, Draco got up and walked to Harry, and pulled Harry to his feet. Running his hand through the raven locks and resting his hand on his cheek, Draco lent in.

And at 12:07 A.M., Monday January 17, 1994 they kissed for the first time.

Releasing his lips, Draco mumbled as he rested his forehead against Harry's, “About time, Potter...any day now I was going to molest you...”

Laughing, Harry pulled the smaller teen closer, putting one arm around his waist as the other rested on the back of his neck, “What if I still want you to molest me, Draco?” Harry playfully pouted making Draco moan.

“Naughty, naughty, mi amore...” Draco said before again kissing the brunette, this time thrusting his tongue into his mouth.

It was Harry's turn to moan this time.


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