Both Sides of a Secret

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Harry Potter, but I do own this original character.

Title: Both Sides of a Secret
Pairing: Draco/OC
Rating: R-NC17
Warnings: NO spoilers for Deathly Hallows. Contains: An intersex character (Aine), SLASH, dirty talk, rubbing, hormones, crossdressing, language. All warnings may not apply to this chapter, but they can and will be present in future chapters.
Setting: 7th year of Hogwarts School of Magic. Voldermort is gone, no one is dead. Hurray.
Summary: Smut, a concerned parent and fellow student, and a pissed off Aine. What a ride.

AN: I want to apologize for the delay in updates. Between my company, NOVA, going bust, and finding a new job, and worry, I haven't had much motivation. But now that things are settled, I expect to get another chapter done soon. I have an interesting plot in store this this fic.
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Aine and Draco walked hand in hand, Harry walked on the other side of Aine after leaving the clutches of Trelawney. Harry was lost in his own thoughts while Draco joked about the batty professor and her third eye. Aine laughed at the crossed eyes, dreamy face Draco made in mockery of the sherry-loving woman, accompanied by proper swaying. Harry took little notice to this, causing his other two companions to look at him oddly. The Gryffindor took notice of the silence and realized two pairs of eyes on him.

"Why are you quiet? What are you plotting, Kitten? Does it involve sneaking out with that cloak?" Aine fired off her questions with a single breath, scrunching her face at the mention of his invisibility cloak, said cloak used numerous times to scare the daylights out of her.

Harry gave her a wry smile. "Why must you always think the worst of me?" He received an eyeroll in response.

"Usually it's because you're up to no good, at least in the opinions of many professors, including your own head of house." Draco quipped, his trademark smirk finishing off his sentence.

"Oh, do shut it." Harry hoisted his backpack onto his shoulders more. "I was just thinking back to something I need to do. I'll catch up to you two later." Before any other questions had the chance to form, the Golden Boy was already dashing down the halls.

Aine looked to Draco in suspicion. "Interesting..." They continued their leisurely walk down the empty corridor, hands still entwined. Aine's own thoughts began to swirl in dark clouds in her mind, cursing to herself of all the times to self loathe. She was walking hand in hand with the Prince of Slytherin himself, the very goal the dark skinned girl wanted to accomplish. But as she felt the warm hand with hers, doubt wedged its way into her mind. What were they now? More than just close childhood friends surely. But...

'How could he like someone...like me?'

Draco could feel his fellow seventh year's hand become tighter as the continued to walk aimlessly. He looked at her with a slight head turn, noticing a far away look to her emerald eyes. He realized his feelings for her perhaps a year ago, but at that time, he and Harry were an item. Harry had caught him staring at Aine one time, and they talked it over before separating. It was mutual of course. Their relationship was bound to end sooner or later. But now that he and Aine were...dating? Seeing each other? He didn't know the word for it at the moment. He knew it was more than just close friends.

"What's eating at you?" Draco stopped and turned to Aine worry in his mercury eyes. Slender fingers held Aine's chin in place when the other diverted emerald pools away from him. "Tell me."

A soft sigh was given before holding his gaze in remorse. "Why do you like me, Draco?"

He wasn't expecting that question at all. The fingers on her chin slowly made their way to smooth cheeks in idleness. "Well-"

"You know my secret. You said so. So why?" Her frustration became evident in her voice, although the fingers on her cheek helped soothe away some of it.

"Aine, it doesn't matter. That doesn't matter. I like you because I do. You're stubborn, crafty, determined, blunt, cynical-"

"Are you describing me, or my father?" Aine gave a wry smile, making the other chuckle softly. They had stopped near an open, empty classroom door, and Draco used the wall next to the doorframe to lean back on, pulling Aine flush in front of him.

"Definitely you. Sev would hex me to oblivion otherwise, and I have a feeling you won't at the moment." He stunning grin was contagious, as the other Slytherin was wearing one too. "But overall, I don't want to be with anyone else. Not even Harry. Although the imagery is nice."

"I always knew beneath all that pomposity lay a pervert." Aine smirked, hands on the front of the other's chest, not knowing where else to put them. "You know, you never really asked me out..."

A thoughtful frown came upon his elf like face. "You're right. I was thinking about that. I don't know what to really call us..." He looked into emerald eyes, so similar to Harry's before taking a deep breath. "Aine, will you do me the honor of dating me? I'll treat you well, respect you, give you my extra french toast at breakfast, let you tutor me-"

"You should have really just stopped after the first sentence, Romeo." Aine shook her head in amusement at the other's antics. "Of course I'd like to date you."

On impulse, he leaned forward and closed the gap between them, not wanting to catch the other too off guard. For Aine, this was her first kiss, and it wasn't as bad as most say it is. It wasn't gross and overly wet. It was warm, a decent amount of dampness, and above all else, enjoyable. The initial shock wore off and she managed to react to it and continue it. If she would have known kissing Draco Malfoy was like this, she would surely have done it earlier!

Draco felt hands shift into his hair, nails softly raking his scalp which caused his arms around her waist to hold tighter. He would have never imagined their first kiss together to be this, well, magical for lack of a better word. At first, he thought he had done something wrong when she didn't react in the beginning, but he quickly snuffed that assumption at this stage. He felt something between them, something hardening, and he knew it wasn't him, or at least not completely him. They broke apart for air, looking into dazed eyes before shifting to inside the classroom, just beyond the door.

Aine looked self conscious as she was still flushed in front of Draco, but that wasn't the problem. Her problem was hardening between her own legs. Of course she noticed Draco's wee one spring to life, but for her, it was mortifying. Draco merely smirked and and trailed a hand lower while speaking into her ear.

"I couldn't help but notice a certain...problem you have." He emphasized his point by bringing their hips together and giving his own a nice roll, enjoying the gasp from the other. "I'm quite flattered though, really. To think I caused this." The hand that snaked lower ghosted under her skirt and over her bulge, causing fists to clench on his shoulders and knees to buckle. Her cock gave an impulsive twitch in approval as a digit ran over the covered length.

Aine whimpered softly at the teasing, dizziness clouding her mind, unbeknownst to her, it wasn't quite due to the situation at hand. "Dra...Draco..." Her voice was a mere whisper, a pathetic one at that. Aine was puddy to the other Slytherin.

"Could it be possible to be this...excited because of me? Flattery will get you far..." He retracted his hand, returning it to it's usual spot around her waist before closing the gap between them again, rolling their hips together and allowing himself some fun too. An idle mouth trailed along a sensitive, dark neck, causing goosebumps to cover supple skin.

'Merlin's pants!' Aine could barely keep the tingles across her nerves from making her even more sensitive and clutched onto the other, her vision wavering in the euphoria. She couldn't let the blonde have all the fun. Her mouth found a lonely earlobe and latched onto it, suckling it in time with their hip movement. A playful smirk found its way to her lips as Draco approved with a soft moan. A deft hand grabbed his pert arse beneath the fabric, almost melding their hips together in the process.

Their labored breathing continued, as did the hip rolls, thank Merlin. Their eyes locked, both gazing and distant, focused on the friction between them. Both Slytherins knew they couldn't last much longer...

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"Potter! There is no running in the halls" Snape sneered in disappointment at the seventh year, who stopped in front of him in the hallway, doubled over and out of breath. "I should dock points and give you detention for the rest of the-"

"Nagini possessed Aine!" Harry stood straight, encountering outraged and surprised onyx eyes before being dragged hastily into the nearest classroom, thankfully not where Draco and Aine were.

Snape hastily sealed the door shut and put up a silencing charm on it, preventing eavesdroppers. "The portraits have ears and eyes, boy! Spitting out an accusation like that-"

"This is no accusation!" Harry paced the floor, trying to gather the right words to say, his mind racing. "When Aine spazzed in the Great Hall, she was choking me, and speaking in Parseltongue. Then a little while ago, I saw her near the place where his body is being kept." Harry ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Why the bloody hell is Dumbledore keeping it here in the castle anyway?! The Ministry should be handling that..."

Snape swore under his breath at the severity of the situation. He turned to the green eyed student, seeing him worried for his daughter. "Get Draco to help you look for her-"

"IF I can find him..." Harry rolled his eyes at the request.

"What do you mean 'if'?"

"Last I checked, he was with her." Snape pinched the bridge of his hooked nose in frustration.

'I keep telling her to keep it in her pants...' He turned onyx eyes to the teen. "Then stop dawdling and look for them both. We haven't much time."

Harry looked at him quizzically before leaving the room in a hurry. Snape sighed and shook his head, leaving as well to inform Poppy of the situation. 'It hasn't even been a full week of classes, and there is already a life at stake. We must be getting better at attracting trouble.' Black robes billowed behind him as he made his way to the infirmary. 'I just hope I'm in time...'

"AINE!" The potions master turned abruptly and rushed towards the panicked voice. He went inside an empty classroom and found Draco trying to console his child, who was clawing at her clothing in agony. Her limbs twitched in pain, eyes closed shut and gurgles coming from her throat, no doubt that her windpipe was closing in on itself. Draco looked up, his face contorted in fear and uncertainty. "Professor! She...Sh-She just-"

Severus cast a stasis charm on her to prevent any further deterioration of Aine's condition. He lifted her into his arms, looking worriedly at her face before kissing her temple softly, murmuring reassurance of her health. Determined black eyes turned to Draco. "Follow."

Along the way, they found a frantic Harry, his eyes even wider as he spotted Aine in Snape's arms. Emerald eyes shifted quickly to the blonde, wanting an explanation. Draco cast him an embarrassed look, his usual fair skin tinged a slight pink. The walk to the infirmary was silent, despite the whispers from the now crowded halls.

Aine shifter her head groggily, still in a blissful state of numbness. The world around her was still fuzzy, and she could barely make out the murmurs around her. She knew who was talking though.

"...so irresponsible!"

"...we weren't going to-"

"Don't give me that!"

'I wish they would shut up already...' Aine thought to herself, eyes still closed in the soft infirmary bed. A migraine was forming behind her right eye, and had no plans of vacating the area anytime soon. The only thing she remembered before this ordeal was weakness, dizziness, and pain. Lots of pain. It felt like needles were trying to push through her skin. Then she felt cold, like she never had warmth in her body before. The voices around her continued to talk in hushed tones.

"...a miracle you got her here in time..."

"..should have said something..."

"..not to blame, Harry-"

"...bloody Parkinson chit..."

Emerald eyes snapped open, and a scowl set upon her face. Her blood began to boil. 'Parkinson...'

Harry looked back to the hospital bed and blinked. He looked in panic.

"Where's Aine?!"