Hidden Love

Disclaimer: I own………… NOTHING! *giggles*

Authors Note:

Nikita: *grins, lounging on the carpet in front of the fire in Severus’ chambers.* yes! I finally finished more in this damn story… now people won’t have to be mad at me!

Severus: *sits in a black leather armchair, reading before the fire. He looks up over the book, raising an eyebrow* they’ll still be mad at you.

Nikita: and why’s the dear?

Severus: *smirks, letting the firelight dance over his pale skin* because you have me!

Nikita: *rolls her eyes* I’m talking about the bloody story!

Severus: oh? And why won’t they be angry?

Nikita: Because I have a cute kissing part… not to mention the game they play… and you should be happy that I finished this chapter.

Severus: *snorts* and why would I care about a fickle little smut story?

Nikita: *smirks* because now that I have this chapter up… it means I have some free time…

Severus: *raises an eyebrow and smirks, putting his book down* what makes you think I’m interested?

Nikita: *chuckles* well… maybe I should go spend sometime with Draco instead?...

Severus: *crawls onto the carpet with her.* I don’t think so!

Chapter Eight

A little game and kiss

Harry shivered with excitement, watching the trees pass the window. It had been one hell of a long car drive but he didn’t really mind. Oliver was driving with George up front with him, and then in front of him was Hermione in the middle of Fred and Ron. And then there was the darkened back seat with just him and Draco. There was plenty of room back there but they choose to sit close enough to touch. Harry sat up some to whisper in her ear about not falling asleep in the car. He chuckled and leaned back against his seat, delighted to now feel Draco’s arm around his waist. Harry smiled at Draco and blushed softly, even though Draco and Harry were in this relationship together didn’t mean that Harry wasn’t aloud to be bashful. It suddenly occurred to Harry that Draco was in fact a MALFOY, and that sitting here with him was all wrong…. But then again when Draco had his arm wrapped around his waist like this is felt completely right.

“Damn this is one hell of a car ride!” George said with a small yawn.

“You’ve got a seat to yourself so don’t complain!” Ron said with a sneer, coughing at Hermione’s sudden glare, Ron quickly muttered to her. “Not that I don’t want to be here sitting with you, wouldn’t trade it for the world!” Hermione smiled and snuggled close to Ron. Ron himself looked at his brother Fred and gave a sigh of relief, Fred in turn gave Ron the thumbs up and mouthed ‘Good job.’

“How about we play a game or something?” said Oliver from the front, slowing the car down at a red light. Harry smiled and looked at the city lights.

“Like what?” asked Ron with a worried voice, him not having being any good at the games Fred and George play. They all pondered for a few moments, it was Fred who perked up with a question.

“Hey Oliver, Do you have your ‘Truth-Speaker’?” Fred asked with a large grin.

“I think it’s somewhere in the van… hold on, I need to stop for gas, you can search the thing once we’ve stopped.” Oliver said, turning the corner and heading down the street. He pulled up to the pumps and everyone climbed out with a sigh, stretching their legs and wondering into the gas station for some food. Harry pulled Draco into the shadows on the side of the store where none of their friends could see them. Harry looked Draco over for, feeling very out of place at Draco’s fine tailor made clothes against his own baggy and worn out clothes.

“Is something wrong Harry?...” Draco asked in a worried voice, taking Harry’s silence in a bad way. Harry smiled, a faint pink filling his cheeks.

“No… ummm… I just wanted to thank you… for all of this…” Harry said, pulling his courage together and looking Draco straight in the eye with a sweet smile. Draco almost melted at that smile, the sincerity of Harry’s words surprising him.

“No need to thank me… I want to be your friend, and after all the shit I put you through I thought this would be a good way to say ‘I’m sorry’” it was Draco’s turn to blush. “And a good way to seal the deal on...umm... us having a relationship.” Draco wanted to hit himself, he was a Malfoy not some stuttering Longbottom, but he couldn’t help it that Harry made him feel this way. Harry inwardly sighed in relief, his legs feeling like rubber.

“So… you so want to be my boyfriend?” asked Harry with a small smile. Draco smile and nodded, looking Harry’s angelic features over.

“Of course I do Harry!” Draco said with a small chuckle. Harry smirked and stepped a little closer to Draco.

“Why Draco… I never knew you could be so sweet! First being nice to Hermione and Ron, then being friends with them… not to mention giving me a late night siesta at your summer house… and then, to top it all of, calling me Harry!” Harry finished with wrapping his arms around Draco next. Draco tipped his head back and chuckled, his usually Malfoy smirk taking over his features.

“Don’t get used to it ‘Potter’ cause you know as well as I that after tonight I’ll always be the aggressive, arrogant, son of a bitch that I always am!” Draco smirked and him, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist.

“Mmm…” Harry all but purred in his ear. “So you’re aggressive?....” Harry grinned and moved closer to Draco’s ear, taking his earlobe between his teeth and pulling on it gently. Draco shivered and nodded, the smirk not wavering one bit.

“When I want to be I am…” Draco moved his side and captured Harry’s lips with his own. At first the kiss was soft and sweet, but quickly got more passionate. Harry moaned softly when he felt Draco’s warm tongue run along his bottom lip, he opened his mouth only to be consumed by Draco. The tip of Draco’s tongue touched Harry’s, beginning their breath taking duel. Harry’s fingers found their way intertwined with Draco’s soft hair, trying to bring him as close as possible. Draco moaned softly, his arms around Harry’s waist tightened against him. Draco didn’t pull back until he heard a small whimper of pain from Harry. He broke apart and immediately loosened his hold on Harry, taking a step back. Harry wrapped his arms around his stomach and tried to calm his breathing, his eyes shut tightly.

“Are you all right Harry? Did I hurt you?” Draco rested his hands on Harry’s shoulders, looking Harry’s face over.

“I’m“I’m fine..,” Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Put that aggressiveness on hold until I get healed!” Harry said with a smile, straightening up and letting his arms fall to his sides.

“Deal!” Draco and Harry both looked in the direction from where they came, hearing their names being called by Hermione. Harry helped Draco with his hair, trying to straighten it out some. They both chuckled and headed out where the van was Draco with a smug look on his face and Harry grinning like a school girl; it took all his control to not start giggling like one.

“And where were you two?” Ron asked as he held the door open for the two, to enter the station.

“Draco was helping me check my wounds.” Harry said immediately. Draco was mentally grateful towards Harry that he was good at thinking up quick excuses.

“Bruising is bad…. He wont stop being sore till Snape takes a good look at him.” Draco wondered around the store, looking for some food he might want. Harry shuddered at the thought of someone looking at him with his shirt off, knowing there were a few scars on his back that he didn’t want anyone to see. Once everyone had what they wanted and was paid for (a treat by Draco, even paid with muggles money) they all crawled back into the van. Harry smiled as Draco’s arm snaked around his waist again; glad they were half hidden in the shadows so no one could see.

“So Fred… what was this idea you had for a game?” Hermione asked, taking a sip of Ron’s water.

“Oh, I almost forgot about that…” Fred half lifted off the seat to dig something out of his pocket. Fred held it up so everyone could see. It was a small glass ball that was the size of a golf ball.

“What’s that?” Harry asked, taking it from Fred when he offered it. Harry looked it over; it seeming like it was only a small glass ball.

“It’s Oliver’s ‘Truth-Speaker’” said George from the front, chewing on some chocolate.

“Ooooookay… Hey Oliver, what’s a ‘Truth-Speaker’?” Harry asked with a chuckle, handing the glass ball thing back to Fred. Oliver chuckled from the driver’s seat.

“You hold it tightly in your hand and someone asks you a question… if you’re telling the truth, then when you open your hand, emerald smoke will fill the inside of the glass…. But if you’re lying then the smoke will be crimson when you open your hands.” Oliver grinned, guessing where Fred was going with this game.

“So what’d this game Fred?” asked Draco, holding up a marshmallow for Harry, who happily took it from his finger and chewed on it quietly.

“Someone can ask a question, whatever they want and directed to whomever they want to answer it. The person who has to answer it holds the Truth-Speaker so we know if they’re lying or not… everyone wanna play?” Fred asked as Ron took the glass ball.

“Yeah… we’ll all play; it’s something to do… Here Oliver, I have something to ask you.” Ron said with a grin. Oliver groaned but took the Truth-Speaker and closed his fist around it tightly, waiting for the question.

“Ask away Ron…” Oliver said, a smile forming on his lips.

“Its 12:37… how much longer is this trip?”

“Muggles transportation is rather slow… not to mention this house is in the bloody country… I’d say… another 40 minutes.” Oliver opened his hand. Emerald smoke forming in the Truth-Speaker, Ron groaned at this news.

“Won’t people get pissed over waiting for so long?” asked Harry, suddenly aware that it was really late… or better yet, really early in the morning.

“No… I thought ahead and told people to start coming over at 1 in the morning.” Draco grinned, and when he was positive no one was looking, kissed Harry on the cheek. Harry giggled at bit his lower lip.

“Why so late?” asked Harry.

“It’s a Siesta Harry, up all night and sleep all morning Hun!” Hermione said with a grin.

“Here, Ron, take the Truth-Speaker and pass it back to Harry.” Ron did as he asked and Draco showed him how to hold the ball.

“Ask away Oliver.” Harry said, holding the ball tightly.

“Are you Malfoy’s boyfriend?” Oliver said with a grin. Everyone in the vehicle turned to look at Harry except for Oliver, his attention was on the road. Harry just stared at everyone staring back at him. He coughed and swallowed the lump in his throat.

“…yes.” Harry didn’t like the idea of hiding anything else from his friends so he decided to just say it. He opened his hand and emerald smoke appeared in side the glass. Ron stared at him and Hermione grinned.

“Oh come on Ron… you didn’t expect Draco to just plan all this out of the goodness in his heart!” Hermione laughed, having no problem with this. Ron shrugged, going to find it hard to watch his best friend snog a Malfoy.

“All right, All right… here Ron, I have a question for you!” Harry smirked very Slytherin like and waited for Ron to grasp the Truth-Speaker. When Ron nodded that he was ready Harry shifted closer to Draco.

“How long have you and Hermione been having sex?” once the words left Harry’s mouth there was a death silence in the can, everyone waiting for the answer.

“w-we haven’t had sex yet!” Ron said.

“Open your hand Weasley!” Draco said with a grin, sure enough when Ron opened his hand the smoke was a deep Crimson. Hermione and Ron both blushed at the cat calls from the twins. Ron coughed and passed the ball to Draco, he grinned and took it.

“Why’s Snape coming to the party?” Ron asked, a blush still hanging on his cheeks.

“Because he wanted to… he said he had a gift for Harry that he’s been meaning to give him for quite some time…” When Draco opened his hand the smoke was emerald. Though this raised question in all their minds as to what the gift was the greasy git was going to give Harry.