Who Knew

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Amessis: Glad to hear you are! So you think Harry's got the wrong idea about those letters? Hmm... well, I guess we'll just have to read and find out. :)

Black Padfoot: Yes, Draco definitely better have a good explanation. Of course, Harry should have a good explanation for why he was reading things that weren't his to begin with. Where's the trust?? More coming now! Hope you enjoy. :)

Eve: Here you go. Just remember, things aren't always what they seem. ;)

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Harry was sitting in the Room of Requirement, staring sadly over at the couch they shared many kisses on. He still couldn’t believe it was all a ruse and that he was just being used this whole time. Since the summer, too, he sighed to himself. He really thought Malfoy had changed, but he should’ve known better. It was Malfoy. He probably didn’t even know the meaning of the word love, or happiness, or compassion.

What struck him rather odd, however, was how his father signed each letter with the word ‘love.’ He never thought Lucius Malfoy would express his love so openly like that, yet there it was. It just made no sense to him, knowing what kind of man he really was.

He shook his head, not wanting to focus on that thought at the moment. He suddenly heard the door open and quickly turned to see who was coming in. He immediately felt a strong surge of both hate and lust for the blonde in front of him. He glanced away, not wanting to show the boy that he had been crying over him.

“What are you doing in here?” Draco asked, closing the door behind him.

Harry ignored his question, as he stared out one of the windows. Draco walked toward him, slowly wrapping his arms around his body, oblivious to the silence. “I thought I told you to wait for me in my room,” he whispered in his ear, before he nibbled on it.

Harry closed his eyes, feeling weak from the touch, but knew he had to stay strong and not give in. He took a deep breath, before backing away from Malfoy and releasing his arms.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding his need to break away. “What’s wrong?”

Harry glared over at him and shook his head. “You’re a bloody git,” he finally spat.

“What did I do now?” he asked, baffled by Potter’s angry reply.

“Did you just think I wouldn’t find out?” he grunted, as he walked away from him.

“Find what out?” Draco questioned, still confused, as he followed him with his eyes.

Harry turned around, crossing his arms over his chest. “I know your father’s out,” he stated.

Draco’s eyes grew wider. “What did you say?”

“I know your father’s out, Malfoy,” Harry angrily repeated.

“And how the hell do you know that?”

“Maybe next time you have me clean your room, you won’t leave letters from your father in places I could find them.”

Draco balled his hands into fists, as he narrowed his eyes over at the Boy Wonder. “Well I guess I thought I could trust you enough not to go snooping in my drawers. How stupid was I?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“Fuck you, Potter.”

Harry uncrossed his arms, as he slowly moved across the room to where Malfoy was standing. “Tell me, Malfoy,” he glared, “who came up with the idea about getting closer to me? You or your father?”

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, confused by Potter’s question. “What?”

Harry stopped right in front of Malfoy, staring daggers at him. “You’re good, you know that? You even got me to start trusting you.”

“Wait, you think I’ve been playing you this whole time?” Draco whispered, feeling a bit hurt by the accusation.

Harry stared into the boy’s eyes, not sure what to believe at the moment. He knew he was a good actor, but seeing the sadness behind his eyes made him wonder if it could really be genuine. “Just drop the act, Malfoy,” he finally said.

Draco’s heart sank lower. He couldn’t believe Potter would even think that. “It’s not an act, Potter. My father doesn’t even know about us,” he quietly explained.

“How can I even believe you, Malfoy?” Harry asked, his voice much softer than before.

Draco sighed, as he reached inside his pocket, taking out a folded up piece of parchment. Harry cautiously watched the boy’s actions, keeping his hand close to his wand just in case. Draco stared down at the letter, before looking up at Potter. He again sighed, as he handed it over to him.

Harry warily grabbed the letter out of his hands, slowly opening it to read the contents.

Father,

There’s something I need to tell you, but I’m not sure how to begin. What I’m about to say will shock you, but I honestly can’t hold it in anymore. It all started when Snape followed your instructions to bring me to the Order over the summer, where I told them everything, just like you wanted me to.

It was then when I found out what I’m about to tell you, but I should warn you that it has to do with Potter. Father, he and I had gotten really close over the summer and, well, we’re sort of dating now. I know that’s a huge shock, but it’s true. I didn’t believe it at first myself, but I can’t hide who I am anymore, which is, I’m gay. I truly hope that you’ll be able to still accept me, for your acceptance means the world to me.

I love you,
Draco

“I’m not a spy, Potter,” Draco said, after seeing him finish reading the letter. “I honestly did go to the Order to escape the Dark Lord. And because of it, my father has been warning me to stay alert, just in case any of the Death Eaters find out the truth about me.”

Harry looked up from the letter and over toward the blonde Slytherin, baffled by what he just read. He faintly heard Malfoy continue, yet he was so stuck on this one thought that he couldn’t pay attention to anything else at the moment. “You wrote to your father about us?” he questioned.

Draco shrugged, placing both his hands in his pockets. “I’ve had that letter in my pocket for awhile now,” he explained, “but I just haven’t had the courage to send it yet.”

Harry looked down at the letter again, suddenly realizing how horrible he had behaved. “Malfoy, I’m really sorry I doubted you,” he apologized, looking back up at him, as he handed the letter back to him.

Draco nodded, while stuffing the letter back into his pocket. “I understand, Potter.”

“No,” Harry abruptly said, while shaking his head. “You have every right to be upset with me. Not only did I invade your privacy, but I also jumped to conclusions. I should’ve believed you and I’m sorry I didn’t. If we want to make this work, then we really need to start trusting one another.”

Draco sighed, feeling a bit relieved. “Then from this day forward, we will be completely honest with each other,” he stated.

Harry nodded, as he leaned in closer. “Do you mind if I kiss you now?” he whispered.

“You better,” Draco smirked, before Potter pressed his lips against his.

They both moved toward their favorite couch, never parting mouths. Harry lay on top of Malfoy, softly gliding his hands up his sides, causing the Slytherin to shiver beneath.

“Potter,” Draco softly moaned.

“Mm, just say it once,” Harry whispered, as he nibbled on the boy’s lips.

Draco closed his eyes, feeling his body tremble, when Potter started to kiss up his jaw line. He suddenly felt Potter’s warm breath reach his ear, when he began to nibble on it. “I really want to hear you say it,” Potter repeated softly in his ear.

“Harry,” Draco moaned again.

Harry smiled, when he heard his name sound from Malfoy’s lips, and quickly moved over toward them, wanting to kiss them once more. Draco soon opened his mouth, needing to feel Potter’s tongue wrap around his own.

“I thought I won the bet,” Draco murmured.

Harry chuckled, as he gripped Malfoy’s shoulders firmly, pressing his lips harder on his. “Tell me what you want, Malfoy.”

“I want…you,” he groaned, feeling Potter tighten his grip on him.

Harry smiled, as he massaged his tongue over Malfoy’s. “You already have me.”

“But I want…more of you,” he hesitated, feeling the kisses arouse him so much that he couldn’t talk clear. “I want…to taste you.”

Harry backed away from the boy’s swollen lips, staring in amazement at the gray eyes before him. “You want to what?” he whispered.

Draco licked his lips, feeling Potter’s cock twitch in excitement. “I want to taste you,” he softly repeated, as he lowered his hands to the boy’s pants, slowly beginning to unbutton them. “And according to our bet,” he smirked, “you are to do what I want.”

Harry nervously hovered above, not sure what he should do at the moment. Draco sensed the boy’s anxiety and leaned in closer, capturing his lips with his own to try and calm his nerves. “Of course, if you really don’t want me to, then-”

“No,” Harry interrupted, “I want you to.”

Draco smiled, as he slipped his hand inside Potter’s pants. Harry closed his eyes, when he felt Malfoy’s hand touch his cock.

Draco studied the boy’s face, watching the emotions play out as he continued to stroke him. He took a big gulp, feeling his own cock strengthening. He slowly shifted them on the couch, laying Potter on his back, as he hovered above. He kissed his lips, lowering the kisses down his body and over to where his hand was still caressing him.

He gave Potter’s cock a quick lick, hearing the boy’s breath hitch from the new touch. He looked up at him, noticing his eyes were still closed, and then smiled as he looked back down at the beautiful cock before him. He leaned in closer, finally taking Potter’s throbbing cock into his mouth.

Feeling the warm wet sensation suddenly envelop him, Harry let out a gasp, as he opened his eyes and lifted his head to stare down at Malfoy.

Draco shifted his eyes up, so he could stare at Potter, while he trailed his tongue up and down his shaft, enjoying the taste.

“Oh Malfoy,” Harry moaned, as he tried to keep his eyes open so he could continue to watch him.

Draco smirked, happy to know he was pleasuring him right. His own cock was achingly rock hard with arousal, as he continued to satisfy him. He swiped his tongue over the head of Potter’s cock, tasting the fluids that were starting to leak out.

“Fuck,” Harry cried out, as he leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes, not able to watch any longer.

Wanting to give him more stimulation, Draco grasped Potter’s cock with his hand and began moving it up and down at the bottom, as he continued sucking on top, using his saliva as a type of lube, so he could stroke him more easily. With his free hand, he lowered it to his own cock and began rubbing himself, not wanting to fully get off, but just needing to release some of the pain he had.

Harry curled his toes, while scratching the cushions on the couch below, as Malfoy continued to suck him. “Oh shit,” he panted, feeling his body stiffen. “Oh fuck,” he continued, shaking his head. “I can’t…fuck…I can’t…Draco,” he gasped, as he clenched his teeth and scratched harder on the cushions. Not able to hold on any longer, he cried out his release in the next minute, filling Malfoy’s mouth.

Wanting to truly taste everything about him, Draco swallowed all of Potter’s juices and was surprised to have liked the bitter taste. He then smirked, as he raised himself up, leaning over Potter’s chest, close to his mouth. “I’ve never tasted anything as wonderful as I have tonight,” he softly whispered.

Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Malfoy, pulling him closer to his body. “I’m so glad you won the bet,” he smiled.

“You and me both,” he winked.

Harry smiled, as he looked down at Malfoy’s groin, knowing he had to be very hard by now. He frowned, when he saw that he wasn’t. Worry washed over him, as he started to wonder if perhaps Malfoy hadn’t been truly turned on like he thought he was. He looked back up, noticing Malfoy was blushing.

“I couldn’t help it. You said my name,” he embarrassingly confessed, having released just after Potter called out his first name.

“It’s okay, Malfoy,” Harry softly reassured him, as he leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. “Next time,” he promised.

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Harry and Hermione were lying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Hermione, the smart girl that she was, was able to cast a spell to have actual movies appear, as if they were coming from a real film projector. She was also able to cast another spell for the sound to fill her room.

They were watching Romeo and Juliet, smiling inwardly at the comparison of their own relationships with the two characters. It was amazing how similar Slytherins and Gryffindors were to the Capulets and Montagues.

Once the movie ended, Hermione turned toward Harry, smiling. He returned her smile, never seeing her look so happy. “Why are you so happy?” he asked her.

She shrugged, while the smile stayed plastered on her face. “I can’t help it. I just am,” she replied.

He nodded, glad to see his friend so cheery. “Have you seen Ron lately?” he asked.

“Not really. It seems those two have become inseparable lately,” she rolled her eyes. “Reminds me of his relationship with Lavender, but at least I like Luna a whole lot better.”

“That’s just because you don’t fancy him anymore,” he smirked. “Lavender was competition at the time and you couldn’t stand it.”

She narrowed her eyes, irritated that he called her out on it. Right when she was about to open her mouth to retort, somebody knocked on her door. She turned toward the door in confusion, not expecting any guests. She had told Blaise she was spending time with Harry tonight, so she knew it couldn’t have been him.

“Granger, it’s Malfoy,” the voice said from behind the door.

She grunted, as she rolled off her bed and walked toward her door. “What do you want?” she asked, when she opened her door.

“Nice to see you, too,” he smirked.

She rolled her eyes, waiting for him to continue.

“I’ve come for Potter,” he explained, looking over her shoulder at the boy that lay tantalizingly on her bed. He had to fight back his urge to lick his lips, while he stood in front of Granger.

“You made him clean your room last night, and then you had him skip lunch and dinner today to finish all your homework,” she argued. “What could you possibly need him for now? Drawing you a bath?”

Draco smirked, as a picture of Potter in his bath went through his mind. “Look, I don’t have to answer you, Granger. If I want him now, then he must obey,” he finally said.

She sighed, as she turned toward Harry who had already stood up from her bed and was making his way toward them. He gave her a slight pat on her shoulder, as he passed her. “It’s fine, Hermione. We’ll talk later.”

She nodded, as she watched him follow Malfoy over to his bedroom, curiously wondering if perhaps Harry was enjoying this a little more than he was letting on. She closed her door and moved toward her desk, picking up a few of her schoolbooks. She couldn’t believe how much she had been slacking on her homework and knew she had better get a handle on it.

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Draco was on his stomach, with his eyes closed, as Potter rubbed his hands down the backs of his arms. “Mm,” he moaned, enjoying the massage Potter was giving him.

Harry smiled, as he moved his hands toward Malfoy’s bare shoulders, kneading out the kinks he found there. “You’re so tense,” he noticed, as he worked his shoulders a bit harder.

“Well, I am holding a lot of secrets at the moment,” he smirked.

“So, was this one of the demands you had thought about over the summer?”

“Definitely,” Draco answered, before releasing a gasp from the way Potter was maneuvering his hands over his back. “Ooh, right there.”

Harry snickered, as he rubbed his hands a bit harder on Malfoy’s left shoulder blade, wanting to remove the knot he found. “It’s good to know that somebody finally likes my massages,” he casually commented, as he kneaded his fingers harder on the lower part of Malfoy’s neck like a typewriter.

“What do you mean?”

As soon as it escaped his mouth, he had cursed himself, wishing he had kept quiet. He bit his lower lip, not sure how to answer him. He remained silent for a few more seconds, hoping to bide his time a bit longer, as he pretended to work out a big knot on Malfoy’s lower back.

“Potter?” Draco asked, sensing the silence.

“Okay, if I tell you, you must swear not to get upset or even jealous,” he finally said.

Draco held his breath, pondering the situation. He was very intrigued now, yet he was also a bit nervous to hear what he had to say. He knew Potter knew him well, and if he was to have to swear he wouldn’t get upset, then it had to be something pretty big. “Okay, I swear,” he finally agreed.

Harry sighed, already knowing he was going to yell, even though he promised he wouldn’t. “Ron had told me I was too rough with my hands,” he quickly said.

Draco quickly rolled over on his back, furiously staring up at Potter. “Why the hell are you touching Weasley?” he barked.

Harry frantically looked over at Malfoy’s door, praying that Hermione couldn’t hear them. “Shh, keep it down, Malfoy,” he tried to hush him.

“I most certainly will not keep it down,” he raged on. “I want to know why you’re touching him.”

“Malfoy, please,” Harry begged again. “Just listen to me, okay?”

Draco glared up at him, as he crossed his arms over his naked chest, waiting for him to continue. Harry took a deep breath, before telling him the rest.

“First off, Ron is straight and has a girlfriend,” Harry began, seeing Malfoy’s anger start to fade a bit from that statement. “Second, I gave Ron the massage a year ago, before you and I even got together,” he continued. “It was after one of our Quidditch matches and he needed to loosen up. It was nothing. I was just trying to help him relax.”

Draco sighed, as he uncrossed his arms. “So, you haven’t touched him since then?” he curiously wondered, still feeling a bit jealous.

Harry shook his head and smirked, “No, you git.”

Draco blushed, embarrassed by his overreaction. “Oh,” was all he said.

Harry leaned over and kissed him on his lips. “You know, it’s kind of sweet to see you get jealous,” he smirked.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he quickly retorted.

Harry rolled his eyes, “Okay, Malfoy.”

“I mean honestly, what’s there to be jealous about?” he argued, as he rolled over on his stomach once more.

Harry shook his head and smirked, as he firmly rubbed the lower part of his palms in tiny circles over Malfoy’s back, listening to him continue.

“He can’t even handle your strong, rough,” he gasped, “sensual, soft hands,” he whimpered, feeling Potter’s hands run from the back of his neck, over his bare shoulders, and down the backs of his arms again. “The weak little weasel,” he finally grunted.

“Are you finished?” Harry smirked.

“I’m not jealous, Potter,” Draco repeated again, knowing what he was thinking.

Harry leaned over, kissing him lightly on the back of his neck, and smiled, “Of course you’re not, Malfoy.”

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Harry threw in the chopped daisy roots and began stirring the mixture, as Draco sat back in his chair, talking smugly to Blaise. Draco hadn’t lifted a finger the whole time in their Potions’ class, ordering Potter to take care of it all.

“So, can I borrow him tonight?” Blaise whispered to his friend.

Draco narrowed his eyes at Blaise’s question. “No, he’s mine,” he sharply replied, not wanting to share Potter with anyone.

“Oh, come on, mate,” he begged. “I have an essay due tomorrow, and I haven’t even started it.”

“Not my problem,” he shook his head, as he stared over at Potter, wondering what he was thinking at that moment.

“You know, I could really use someone to model my clothes for me,” Pansy chimed in.

Once the third day hit, almost everyone in the school had figured out Harry and Draco’s bet. The Slytherins were excited when they heard the news and continued pestering Draco for them to use him. Draco repeatedly told them all no, but it was starting to drain on him, as they never seemed to let up.

Harry listened in amusement at how Malfoy kept declining his friends’ requests. He was impressed by how much he was actually standing up to them. And although he knew Malfoy was being a bit selfish in the sense that he didn’t want to share him with anyone else, he also knew Malfoy was subtly standing up for him as well.

“He’s not a bloody dog, Nott,” Draco quietly yelled. “I will not have him do that.”

“You’re no fun,” Theodore Nott huffed.

Class finally ended and Draco couldn’t be happier. He had a free period next and desperately needed some time away from his Slytherin buddies. He turned to Potter, who was carefully filling their potion in one of the empty vials, and smirked. “Care to skip next class?”

Harry frowned, as he corked the vial. “I can’t. I have a quiz,” he answered.

“I’m sorry, Potter, but did you think I was actually asking you?”

Harry turned toward Malfoy, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Draco grinned at the idea and then playfully slapped him on his back. “Don’t ever underestimate me,” he quietly stated.

Harry sadly looked over at him, knowing he was stuck. He reluctantly followed him down the hallway, before curiously looking around. He was confused why they were suddenly heading this way.

Malfoy abruptly stopped in front of Professor Binns’ classroom, smirking over at Potter. “You have ten minutes, Potter. I’ll wait for you out here. Now go,” he ordered.

Harry smiled at him, before entering the classroom. As soon as he sat down, he was handed his quiz. He hurried through the exam, wondering if Malfoy really was timing him and would punish him if he went over the time allowed. He shuddered at the thought. No, that was definitely something he didn’t want to find out.

As soon as he finished his quiz, he walked over to Binns and placed it on his desk. “Professor, I’m not feeling well. May I go see the nurse?” he asked.

Binns yawned, before nodding. Harry smiled and looked down at his watch, as he walked toward the door. “Ten,” he smirked, when he stepped out of the doorway, staring at the boy on the ground staring at his own watch.

Draco looked up and nodded. “Not bad, Potter,” he smirked, as he stood up and straightened his robes.

The two began to walk down the empty corridors, feeling a bit aroused at the thought of what they could do right then. Draco had stared a few times at the walls, picturing Potter slammed against them as he kissed him fiercely. Harry was feeling a bit more adventurous, as he looked over at some moving stairwells.

They looked over at each other and smirked, almost as if they were reading each other’s minds. They moved in a little bit closer, feeling their adrenaline push forward. They knew kissing in the hallways, where just about anyone could find them, was very daring, which made them want to do it all the more.

They suddenly heard footsteps running toward them and quickly backed away from each other, feeling their hearts race. They watched as a second-year Ravenclaw scurried down the hall, berating herself for being late.

“Of course,” Harry sighed, when the girl was out of earshot. “You know, just once I wish things would go in my favor.”

Draco looked over at him and, feeling his heart still pounding in his chest, quickly slammed Potter into the wall they had moved closer to when the girl ran by, and kissed him hard on his lips. He swiftly backed away, smiling at the flushed boy in front of him. “Don’t worry, Potter. Things will get better for you. I promise,” he whispered, making Harry’s body shiver in excitement.

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Additional Disclaimer: I don't own Romeo and Juliet. William Shakespeare is the genius behind that play, and the movie I reference is director Baz Luhrmann's version.
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