Who Knew

A/N: Miss me? :) Well, as promised, here is the next chapter. It's long, too! Thanks again to all who have reviewed.

Flamesky: haha Wasn't that note cute? :) Aw, I LOVE the squees! Oh yay. I'm glad you like my twists with everyone. There will definitely be more twists and turns, so hold on tight! Mmm, yes. I loved that bathroom scene. I just love those two boys. So SEXY. Thanks for your review! :)

Black Padfoot: Thanks! I know... too adorable for words. :) Hmm, will their relationship even last before he leaves? I guess we'll have to just wait and see. But if it does, then I think it will definitely be interesting to see how they cope.

SP777: Well I'm glad you're starting to like those plotlines and you're giving my story a chance. I love secret relationships. It makes for better writing sometimes. :) Thanks for your review.


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Hermione was sitting in the back of the library, finishing up her Arithmancy homework. Ron sat down across from her, nervously chewing on his bottom lip. She stopped writing, as she looked up at him. He lowered his eyes to the table, not sure how to begin.

“I haven’t seen you much lately,” she said.

He nodded, as he continued to stare down at the table. “I’ve been a bit busy,” he responded.

“Ron, I’ve been needing to talk to you for a while now,” she sighed.

He looked up at her and furrowed his eyebrows. “About what?”

She looked around the library, noticing they were finally alone. “Are you happy?” she asked.

“Of course,” he quickly answered, but soon frowned, when he saw her face had fallen, knowing that was not the answer she was hoping for. “I mean, well, aren’t you?”

She glanced down at the table and took a deep breath, gathering up all her courage. “Ron,” she spoke, as she looked up at him, “I love you.”

He took a big gulp, as his body stiffened. “You…you do?” he hesitated.

She nodded. “But, I’m not in love with you,” she finished.

Ron released the breath he was holding, feeling his body relax. “Hermione,” he smiled, “I feel the same way.”

Her eyes opened wide, as she stared at him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I didn’t want it to ruin our friendship,” he answered. “How long have you felt this way?”

She blushed, “Since the summer.”

“The summer?” he exclaimed, causing her to jump a little.

“Shh, Ron, keep it down,” she tried to hush him.

“But Hermione,” he shook his head in disbelief, “the summer?”

“I wanted to tell you before, but every time I tried, things kept getting in the way,” she explained. “When did you feel this way?”

It was now Ron’s turn to blush. “A week after school started,” he sheepishly replied.

She laughed and shook her head at how stupid they were. “So, instead of hurting each other, we’ve been pretending nothing has been wrong and in part hurting ourselves.”

“There’s more,” Ron quietly said.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “More?”

He nodded, as he looked down at the table. “All I ask is that you don’t yell at me and perhaps maybe even forgive me.”

“What did you do?”

He swallowed, before staring over at her. “I’ve been sort of seeing Luna,” he quickly said, wanting to get it out in one fluid motion.

Hermione leaned back, flabbergasted by his announcement. She didn’t know what to say at that moment as many thoughts ran through her mind. On the one hand she was livid that he was cheating on her, but on the other, she knew she couldn’t be angry because she was doing the same to him.

Ron nervously watched her, waiting for the blow, yet it never happened. He saw her face turn from confusion, to anger, to sadness and then happiness all in one sitting. He had never seen so many emotions at one time.

“Although I’m disappointed that you did this behind my back, never telling me how you really felt,” she slowly began, choosing her words wisely, “I understand why you did it.”

He brightly smiled when he heard her forgiveness. “You really are wonderful,” he stated, as he stood up from the table, staring down at her. “I love being your friend, Hermione.”

She nodded, “I know.”

Ron quickly left the library, feeling his mind free itself from all the guilty pleasures that had been stored up. Hermione watched him walk away and sighed to herself, wishing she could’ve told him about her own little love interest.

She knew how angry he could get, though, and wanted to at least let this part fly over first, before telling him the rest. And with her forgiving him about Luna, she hoped he would be able to do the same with Blaise. Of course, she knew how hard it would actually be, seeing as how Luna was not a Slytherin, or best friends with a Malfoy.

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“I still don’t understand why you want him sitting next to you,” Snape shook his head, as he stared at the two boys standing in front of his desk.

“Because, sir,” Draco smirked, “we made a bet and I won. He has to say and do whatever I want for a week.”

Snape quirked his eyebrow and looked over at Potter. “Is that so?”

Harry glared at his professor, not wanting to speak. He felt a nudge on his side from Malfoy and sighed, as he quickly muttered, “Yes, sir.”

Snape smirked, feeling a bit happy at this little predicament. He looked over at Draco and nodded. “Although we don’t allow betting here, I guess I can make an exception. You do what you deem necessary.”

“Thank you, sir,” Draco smirked, as he turned toward Potter. “I intend to.”

Harry rolled his eyes, as he followed Malfoy toward a table in the back, with their fellow students curiously staring after them. They both sat down, waiting for their Defense Against the Dark Arts class to begin.

“Tell me again why you want me sitting next to you,” Harry murmured.

Draco turned toward Potter and smirked. “Well, how else can I get close to you, without everyone being suspicious?”

Harry smiled, realizing what Malfoy had done. “You’re a bloody genius,” he whispered.

“Mind repeating that?” he smirked.

Harry shrugged, as he did what he was told. “Wow, Draco Malfoy, you really are a genius,” he loudly announced, wanting to embarrass him a bit.

Draco’s face reddened in humiliation, as some of the students laughed, while others continued looking baffled. Even Snape slightly chuckled at the declaration, enjoying the fact that Potter had to do whatever one of his Slytherins told him, but quickly regained his cool and began his lecture.

Draco narrowed his eyes toward the Gryffindor, still a bit red in the cheeks. “Thanks, Potter,” he mumbled.

Harry smirked, “Anytime.”

While Snape continued his lecture on different protection spells for curses, Draco and Harry were playfully fighting with each other in their seats. Draco continued bumping Potter’s arm whenever he began writing, earning a kick underneath the table each time. At one point, Harry kicked him too hard, making Malfoy yelp in pain.

Snape and the rest of the class suddenly looked over at the two boys. They quickly stopped fighting, as they innocently looked out at the rest of the class.

“What?” Draco simply asked.

Snape narrowed his eyes at the two boys, but went back to his discussion, knowing he had no proof to discipline either of them. Draco snickered, as he turned to Potter, who was smirking.

“You’re gonna get us in trouble,” Harry whispered.

“I wasn’t the one who kicked me hard,” Draco argued.

“Perhaps sitting with you wasn’t such a good idea,” Harry shook his head.

Draco smirked, as he lowered his hand underneath the table and placed it on Potter’s leg. Harry sat a little stiffer, feeling Malfoy’s hand suddenly glide up his thigh.

“You sure about that?” Draco seductively whispered, as he continued to stare straight ahead at Snape.

Harry closed his eyes, as Malfoy’s hand continued grazing his leg, causing his cock to twitch. They had only ever kissed, sometimes brushing their erections against each other in the process, but never going any further. And as he sat there feeling the boy’s hand move up his leg, he seriously wondered why they never had. It wasn’t like the thought was never there.

He let out a soft moan, when Malfoy’s hand inched closer toward his cock. “This is so wrong,” he mumbled, as his head fell back a little.

“Yet so right,” Draco said, as his hand finally touched it.

“Potter!” Snape suddenly called out.

Draco quickly released his hand, as Harry snapped his eyes open and straightened in his seat, staring nervously at his professor. His breaths were shaky and he could tell he was very red; he thought for sure they were caught. “Y…yes, professor?” he managed to say.

Snape curiously eyed the boy, noticing how red he was, but dismissed it. “I will not have you dozing off in my class. Understand?” he snarled.

Harry nodded, thankful that was all he saw. He glanced over at Malfoy, seeing him clench his jaw, trying hard not to laugh. He had to hold back his own laughter, too, realizing how close they were to getting caught.

*****
“I don’t understand, mate. Why exactly are you holding Malfoy’s books?” Ron asked his best friend, as they walked to their next class together.

Harry sighed, “Because of our bet.”

“A bet to hold each other’s books?”

Harry shook his head, trying hard not to roll his eyes. He never realized how dense Ron could be sometimes. “We made a bet where the loser has to say and do whatever the winner wants for a week.”

Ron nodded, finally understanding. “No wonder you said that out loud in class,” he laughed. “What exactly did you lose to?”

“Quidditch,” he frowned.

“Oh, well, I would’ve bet him on that, too,” Ron agreed. “I still can’t believe he beat you. Especially now that you have to be his bitch for the week,” he snickered.

Harry remained silent, as they walked down the hall, feeling his temper rise from Ron’s comment. When they entered the Charms’ classroom, they moved toward the table where Hermione was sitting. Harry looked around the classroom, spotting Malfoy in the back, waving him over.

“I have to go and sit with Malfoy,” he grunted, still feeling a bit angry.

“Again?” Hermione questioned, noticing the two boys were getting a bit closer lately.

Harry sighed, as he looked over at Ron. Ron understood and smiled, “I’ll fill her in.”

Harry nodded, as he walked toward the back table. He slammed Malfoy’s books on the table in front of him and angrily sat down. Draco turned toward him, baffled by the boy’s rage. Harry stared straight ahead, breathing heavily through his nose, feeling his anger still rising.

“You okay?” Draco asked.

Harry immediately turned toward him and snapped in a quiet voice, “I’m your frigging bitch.”

Draco laughed, as he placed his hand on Potter’s shoulder to calm him down. “Come on Potter,” he smirked, “you’d be doing the same thing if you won and you know it.”

Harry blushed, knowing it was true, yet he was still angry about the whole situation. “Why the hell did I let you win?” he muttered.

Draco looked around the classroom, before leaning in closer and smirking, “Just trust me.”

*****
Blaise and Hermione were on the couch in the Heads’ common room, in a very heated snog session. Now that she was free from Ron, she was finally able to give her whole heart to her Slytherin boyfriend. His hands were underneath her shirt, caressing her pert breasts. The two were intensely focused on one another that they didn’t hear the knock on the portrait door.

Draco came out of his room and stopped, as he stared over at the couple on the couch. He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. “You know, this is why they invented bedroom doors,” he smirked, causing them both to jump in fright.

Hermione quickly sat up, running her hands through her hair to straighten it up a bit, while blushing profusely. Blaise closed his eyes and grunted, irritated that his friend interrupted them. Knowing they would not be continuing any time soon, Blaise took in a deep breath, trying to calm his very aroused cock back down, before he sat up.

Another knock followed at the door. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, as she looked over at it. “Who could that be?” she asked.

“Potter,” Draco simply answered, as he walked toward the door.

Hermione looked over at her boyfriend, raising her eyebrows in question. He shook his head and shrugged, not sure how his best mate knew that.

Once his hand was on the door, Draco turned back toward the couple on the couch and sighed. “Honestly, if you’re wanting to stay discreet, you may want to separate from each other.”

Blaise had quickly moved to another chair, before Draco even finished his sentence. Draco smirked, as he turned back around and opened the door, seeing Potter standing there. “Just in time, Scarhead,” he drawled, as he stood off to the side to allow him entry.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows at Malfoy’s statement, before turning to see Hermione and Blaise sitting in the common area. He immediately understood and sighed to himself, as he walked inside.

Hermione stood up from the couch and hugged her friend, still confused why he was there. “What are you doing here?” she curiously wondered.

“I’m not really sure,” he replied, glancing toward Malfoy for an answer.

Draco smirked, as he patted Potter’s back. “Potter is going to clean my room.”

Harry glared over at him, which Draco ignored, as he moved toward his bedroom, knowing Potter would soon follow afterward.

“It’s only for a week,” Hermione tried to comfort him, remembering about their bet.

Harry nodded, as he slowly followed Malfoy toward his bedroom.

“Draco, I’ll see you later, okay?” Blaise called out, pretending he had been visiting him.

Draco waved him off, as both he and Potter entered his bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Hermione returned to the couch, smiling over at her boyfriend. He was staring at the closed door, a bit confused. “He must really have some dirt on him,” he mused.

Hermioned furrowed her eyebrows. “Dirt?”

Blaise looked over at his girlfriend, shocked by her puzzlement. “First making that comment on the Quidditch field, and then that other comment in Defense class. And now cleaning his room?”

She smiled, realizing he didn’t know about their little bet. “I guess he didn’t tell you, yet,” she began. “They made a bet on who would catch the Snitch. The loser would then have to say and do whatever the winner wanted for a week.”

“So,” Blaise started, as his eyes opened wider, “Potter is Draco’s slave for the week?”

Hermione frowned, “I guess you could say that.”

He laughed, as he again looked over at the closed door. “Damn, I’m glad I’m not Potter this week. It’s going to be hell for him.”

He then turned his attention back to Hermione, suddenly realizing they were alone again. He stood up and moved closer to her, before taking her lips with his and wrapping his arms tightly around her.

“He could come out at any minute,” she softly moaned, not really putting up much of a fight.

“Makes it all the more dangerous, doesn’t it?” he whispered, as he again slipped his hand underneath her shirt, rubbing it over one of her nipples.

She closed her eyes, feeling herself getting wet with arousal. “Perhaps we should take this to my room,” she softly murmured.

Blaise backed away, staring into her dark brown eyes. “Really?” he curiously wondered.

She smiled, cupping her hands on his face. “Really,” she replied.

He quickly stood up, grabbing her hand to pull her off the couch. She took one last glance over at Malfoy’s closed door, before hurrying toward her bedroom with her boyfriend. There was just something so exhilarating about what she was about to do, with having one of her close friends only a couple of doors away not even aware.

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Draco backed away from Potter’s lips, still with his arms wrapped around him, and sighed. “This is really getting harder and harder.”

“You mean our situation,” Harry smirked, before staring down at the bulge in Malfoy’s pants. “Or something else?”

Draco grinned, pressing his hardened erection against Potter’s leg. “Both.”

Harry licked his lips, before glancing behind him at the closed door. “We were good at pretending though, right?” he worriedly questioned, looking back at Malfoy. “I mean I don’t think they suspected anything.”

Draco nodded, knowing full well Blaise and Granger were preoccupied with their own stuff to think about them at the moment. “We’re okay,” he replied.

Harry suddenly looked around the boy’s room, shocked by how messy it was. He had always thought the Slytherin Prince was rather tidy. “You’re such a slob,” he smiled.

“I did that for you,” Draco smirked.

Harry glared at him. “Prat.”

Draco laughed, as he let go of Potter and looked down at his watch. “Well, sadly, I have Head rounds right now. I’ll be back later.”

Harry nodded, as he began picking up a few items off Malfoy’s floor. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” he sighed, feeling Malfoy’s eyes on him.

Draco laughed again, before wrapping his arms around Potter one more time and giving him a quick kiss on his lips. “Wait for me,” he ordered, before releasing his grip on him and leaving.

Harry shook his head, as he again stared at the mess he was left with. “Prat,” he mumbled to himself again, while moving toward the boy’s desk to straighten out a few things.

He pulled out one of the drawers, wanting to put some school supplies away, when he noticed a few letters jammed in the back. Curiosity taking over, he pulled out the crinkled letters and began to read one.

Draco,

I trust Snape is looking out for you right now. Make sure to do everything he says and keep out of trouble as much as possible. You cannot draw any attention to yourself. My sources tell me I’ll be getting out of here soon. I will come to you again. You are not to find me.

Love,
Your father

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, as he stared at the letter. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. Could Malfoy actually be spying on the Order for his father, or possibly even the Dark Lord? He felt a sharp pain in his stomach at the thought. He didn’t want to believe it possible; he couldn’t believe it possible. They were getting along so well, or so he thought. Maybe it was all just an act. He quickly shuffled through some more letters, needing to confirm his suspicions, as he settled on one letter dated just a few days ago.

Draco,

Son, thank you for keeping me up-to-date with everything that has been going on. If my sources are correct, then by the time you receive this letter, I will have been freed. You know your orders. Stay where you are and continue to keep on the lookout. I will contact Snape with any more news. I know this has been really difficult, but just remember that if you think any of them are getting close to figuring out the truth about you, then get to Snape quickly. You know he’s the only one I trust wholeheartedly.

Love,
Your father

Harry felt another sharp pain, but this time, it was closer to his heart. He crammed the letters back in the drawer and slammed it shut. He clenched his teeth, as he moved toward the bed and sat down. Not even realizing it, tears had suddenly rolled down his face. He couldn’t believe all of this was a sham. Malfoy was using him this whole time, and now his father was out of Azkaban.

“Damn you, Draco Malfoy,” he softly cursed, feeling his heart shatter.

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