Our Secret Hideaway

Title: Our Secret Hideaway
Pairing: Harry/Draco, (Luna/Hermione)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations, adult language, slash
Summary: As their relationship develops, Harry and Draco realize that there are problems to face.
Notes: Sequel to \'Sleep, Soap and Skin\', it would help to read that first but at this point it’s not really a must, but since I plan on continuing this it probably better...ehrm, yup. Thanks to my lovely carelessmemory (on LJ) for beta-ing once again!
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters or places herein and I don’t make any money with this.


Harry slumps down next to Ron, mutters a ‘Morning’, and looks around tiredly.

“Harry, you look terrible! Didn’t you want to take a bath to relax last night?” Hermione asks him with a concerned look on her face.

Harry’s gaze flickers to the Slytherin table and fights hard to suppress the grin that tries to show on his face.

“Yes, I did! I took a bath... I uhm...went to the library afterwards and... fell asleep.” He starts to load scrambled eggs onto his plate, not wanting to meet Hermione’s eyes. She would instantly know that he is lying. When she says nothing for a few minutes, Harry looks up to find her gazing at him, apparently lost in thought. She opens her mouth to say something when she hears her name being shouted. They watch Luna approaching them, her pace strangely stiff, as if she tries not to bounce. A dreamy smile plays around her lips even though she doesn’t seem to be as far away as usual. She leans over Hermione’s shoulder and places a not so short kiss onto the other girl’s lips. Harry hears Ron drop his fork but is too busy staring to pay attention.

“Good morning, love!” Luna chirps and walks away from their table.

“Eh-eh- Hermione? What was that?“ Ron stares at his friend incredulously, like every other person who witnessed the scene, which makes a good half of the Great Hall. Hermione blushes furiously and stares at her plate.

“Hermione, do you want to tell us something?” Harry asks, barely managing to keep from laughing when Hermione blushes an even darker shade of crimson and seems to shrink in her seat.

“Are you, you know, together? If you are, that’s fine! Right Ron?” Harry elbows his friend who hurries to agree. Some of the other students on the table nod too, but most of them are still grinning or looking shocked. Hermione exhales slowly and shoots Harry a grateful look. She stands up gathers her things and stammers that she needs to go to the library. Harry looks over to see Luna’s eyes follow Hermione out of the Great Hall and smiles.

“I don’t believe it! When did that happen?” Ron stares open mouthed at Harry, who snorts.

“Oh Ron, you are so blind sometimes! You must have noticed that they always went to Madam Puddifoot’s when we were in Hogsmade. I mean, everybody else has noticed, even Neville!”

Ron continues to stare at Harry and then turns back to his plate, muttering under his breath. Harry chuckles and stuffs the last bits of his breakfast into his mouth.

“Come on, Trewlaney is waiting!”


***


He will be hit by a lava bomb in mid-June. Harry shakes his head with a smile as he and Ron descend the long way into the dungeons. Luna whirls past them with a dreamy smile.

Harry leans against the cold stonewall and grins at Hermione who blushes again.
“So, you are together!?”

Hermione nervously gnaws her lip but holds his gaze and nods. Harry puts a hand on her shoulder with a sympathetic smile.

“It’s fine, Hermione, really. I mean, you would accept too if I was gay, right?” His stomach churns when she doesn’t answer immediately. After a painfully long moment she nods, Ron follows suit and Harry has to fight back a relieved sigh.

Snape opens the door and lets them into the classroom. “Instructions are on the board, begin.”

Hermione rolls her eyes and silently begins to prepare her cauldron. Ron turns to Harry.

“Didn’t we do that one, two years ago?”

“Mr. Wesley, do you wish to share something with us?”

Ron’s head snaps up and he stammers a ‘No, Sir!’.

“Very well. Mr. Potter, you will work with Mr. Malfoy today.” Snape says with a slight smirk. Harry hopes that his expression resembles anger and collects his things.

His concentration is even worse than usual. Draco keeps brushing against him ‘accidentally’, small touches that nobody else notices but distract Harry from brewing his potion correctly.

Draco pushes a roll of parchment off the desk and bends down to grab it. He slowly straightens, sliding his hand that is curtained by Harry’s robe, over the inside of the other boy’s leg. Harry’s gasp goes unnoticed when the bell rings.

He leaves the classroom hurriedly and makes his way to the restrooms. He enters a cabin and opens his trousers, pushing them down around his knees when he hears Draco whisper his name. He unlocks the door and lets the Slytherin in. Harry finds himself pushed against the cabin wall and groans as his mouth is covered by velvet-soft lips. Draco takes Harry’s erection in his hand and strokes it slowly, eliciting a low moan from the brunette.

Harry fumbles with Draco’s pants and swears because they don’t open instantly. Draco chuckles and moves his free hand to help Harry. After a moment, his trousers are pushed down, along with his boxers, and Harry mirrors Draco’s movements.

Draco pushes a hand under Harry’s shirt and pinches one nipple, causing the Gryffindor to arch against him and speed his hand’s movements up. Harry rubs his thumb over the leaking head of Malfoy’s erection and the blond leans in to suck the soft skin of Harry’s neck between his lips, wanting to leave a mark. Harry lets out another loud moan, Draco feels pleasure coil low in his stomach and moves to nibble Harry’s earlobe.

“Come now. Come for me, Harry!”

Harry cries out and shudders, thick come spurting over Draco’s hand, who follows him after another stroke. For a few minutes they hold each other, panting, until Harry starts.

”Draco, fuck, classes started-“ He checks his watch, “-eight minutes ago!” He moves to pull his pants up but Draco’s hand stops him.

“Wait Harry.” He takes his wand out of the inside of his robe and casts cleaning spells over them.

They hurry into the Entrance Hall, when suddenly Harry stops in his tracks.

“We shouldn’t go out together. Tell Hagrid that I got sick and...you had to take me to the hospital wing.”

Draco nods and takes Harry’s hand to pull him close and bring their lips together once more. Harry breaks the kiss after a few seconds and smiles at the boy he now considers his lover.

“Go.”


***


Harry rolls up the scroll of parchment, contented with himself for finishing Snape’s essay without too many difficulties. He heads down to the Great Hall for lunch. Hermione stares at him with a slightly alarmed expression on her face.

“Harry! Are you all right? Malfoy said you were sick.”

Harry sits down and smiles at them. “Yeah, I am fine. Madame Pomfrey gave me something that uhm- helped to settle my stomach.”

His eyes dart to the Slytherin table and watch his lover who looks slightly annoyed, obviously trying to explain something to Goyle. Or Crabbe? Harry still can’t tell them apart. After a moment he sees Draco sigh and turn to glance over. When he catches Harry’s eyes, his lips twitch but he looks away quickly, digging into his mashed potatoes a bit too enthusiastically.

Harry feels Hermione’s eyes upon him again and looks at her with a hardly suppressed sigh.

“Are you thinking about Malfoy again?” Harry almost jumps at her question but manages to control himself.

“What? Why should I?”

Hermione rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, I bet you’re trying to figure out what evil plan he has now! Harry, you’ve been wrong every year! Give it a rest!” She all but jumps up and storms out of the Great Hall, leaving Harry and Ron to stare after her, taken aback by her sudden outburst. Ron turns to his friend and gives him an inquiring look. Harry shrugs and grabs his things.

“I’ll go up and get my books, see you in Herbology.”


Half an hour later, Harry trudges through the first thin layer of fallen leaves to the greenhouse. He takes his place between his two best friends and peels out of his scarf and his thick jacket. Ron inhales sharply and both Harry and Hermione turn to him.

“Harry, what happened to your neck?”

Hermione leans over Harry to see his neck and grins smugly.

”Do you want to tell us something Harry?”

Harry looks confused and rubs his neck, feeling a sensitive spot under his fingers. As realization dawns, he tries to fight the blush that he feels shooting up his neck and fails.

“Uhm, no, I don’t think so.” Harry answers and pulls his collar up around his neck.

Ron looks as if he is about to protest and Harry is eternally grateful that Professor Sprout calls them to attention.


***


Four days later, Draco looks at Harry who sits across the room, with his nose buried in his Potions book. His lover. Draco smiles inwardly at the thought. He wonders why Harry chose him of all people. After all, Draco has been the one person who has done everything to make his life harder. But then again, they had stopped fighting and had gone on to tease each other months ago. It had been Draco’s way of keeping Harry as a constant part in his life. He had wanted a friendship with the boy at first, later he found himself being attracted to the growing man and now he is his lover, maybe even his friend. They had agreed to keep their relationship -if one could call it that- secret, knowing perfectly well that Lucius Malfoy would not accept his son’s choice. He’d think that Draco turned against him and probably kill him. And in a way, Draco realizes, it is true that he has turned against his father. He doesn’t want to fight as a Death Eater, he does not want to fight his lover and he most certainly does not want to take the Dark Lord’s Mark. He just doesn’t know how to tell his father or if he should tell him at all.

Harry looks up and catches Draco staring. He arches an eyebrow questioningly and Draco is puzzled for a moment, then he realizes that he is frowning and his hands are clutching his textbook in a death grip. He relaxes and smiles faintly.

Snape rushes through the rows of desks, lecturing them loudly about a topic that Draco cannot quite remember. He has the feeling that it has something to do with vampires. Or Veela? And what does that have to do with Potions? He feels a hand grip his shoulder for a split-second, as his Godfather silently demands his attention back.

When the bell rings, Draco grabs his things and turns to leave. He feels Harry’s hand slip into his and he squeezes it quickly, concentrating hard to keep from grinning. He sees Harry clench his jaw and knows that he tries to suppress a smile of his own. The hand leaves his and leaves a piece of parchment in his palm.

Meet me in the Entrance Hall at 8.30pm. H.


***


After dinner, Ginny approaches Harry and falls into step with him. She smirks at him and waits until he asks what she wants.

“I heard that you couldn’t go to Hagrid’s class earlier that week because you were not feeling well. How are you feeling now Harry?” She asks, sounding all too innocent for him to like it. Before he can answer, she reaches up to touch the reddish spot on Harry’s neck that is still visible. He pulls away and stares wide-eyed at his best friend’s sister. He pulls her aside and into an empty classroom, earning surprised looks from two passing Ravenclaws.

“What are you talking about Ginny?”

She smirks at him and leans her hip against a desk. “About you and Malfoy. What’s going on between you and him? Oh wait, don’t tell me, I can guess that much. But since when, Harry?”

Harry gapes at her as her words slowly register. “Uhm, I don’t know what you mean Ginny! Malfoy and me? What do you think is going on between us? I mean, we loathe each other.” It sounds like a lame excuse for a lie, even to his own ears. The look on the redhead’s face says that she doesn’t believe it either. She waits patiently until he sighs. “All right, we are shagging, is that what you wanted to know?”

A wicked grin appears on Ginny’s face that makes Harry feel uncomfortable. “No, I knew that Harry. Well, I guessed it. I wanted to know how long you’ve been doing it and why.”

Harry’s first instinct is to tell her that it is none of her business and to leave him alone but he finds that he is not quite willing to do that. He knows that he can trust the girl after all. She is part of his family.

“Almost a week... I don’t really know why, I mean, he’s hot and I’ve been attracted to him for quite a while but...I don’t know, really... But you won’t tell anyone, right Ginny? Promise me, you won’t, please!”

Ginny nods and her smile turns warm. “Of course not Harry, what do you think of me? But if you want to keep it secret, refrain from kissing in public places, like in the Entrance Hall.” She laughs as Harry blushes, places a kiss on his cheek and leaves him alone.


***


Draco sighs dramatically, neatly puts his quill and a new roll of parchment into his bag and announces, loud enough for the Slytherin common room at large to hear, that he’ll go to the library to work. After a short but harsh argument with Blaise Zabini who thinks that it would be great to go with him, Draco escapes the room and heads to the Entrance Hall. As he reaches it, he finds it empty. With a tingling feeling of anticipation in his stomach, he leans against the cold stonewall and waits. After a few minutes he hears footsteps and looks around but sees nobody. Something brushes against his shoulder and Draco jumps, letting out a startled yelp.

“It’s me Draco, calm down.”

Draco exhales loudly and tries to calm his franticly beating heart. Harry chuckles and tells Draco to follow him.

“Ha ha, very funny, I can’t see you!” He glares into the void, Harry laughs and apologizes. Draco feels Harry slip his hand into his and looks down. Harry’s hand in his is visible but it dissolves into thin air just above the wrist. He shudders at the sight and follows Harry. They walk through a few empty corridors and then up a winding staircase that Draco doesn’t recognise. He has the feeling that he hasn’t been to that part of the castle at all. He considers asking Harry what he is up to when the Gryffindor stops, pulls the cloak off and becomes visible again. Draco catches a glimpse of a piece of parchment that Harry tugs away.

“Where did you get that cloak? And where are you taking me?”

Harry smiles at him as he answers. “The cloak was my father’s, Dumbledore gave it to me in our first year. It has been pretty useful sometimes.” He takes Draco’s hand again and links their fingers. “We are in one of the less used towers. Almost nobody comes here, that’s why I chose it. Harry brushes a kiss on Draco’s cheek. “It’s a surprise for you.”

Harry continues climbing the stairs and Draco follows him. They reach the top and Harry opens a heavy wooden door and leads them into a room that is lit by a myriad of candles and the fire, crackling in the small fireplace. Draco gasps at the sight and the scent of flowers that lingers in the room. He spots a few blankets on the floor and a large couch, white and red rose petals strewn over it.

“Wow!” He breathes and hears Harry exhale a slightly shaky breath. The nervousness that has been pressing his insides together for the past hours drags from him in a rush at his lover’s soft exclamation. Now that he stands in the room, he realizes how hopelessly romantic it seems. He had not wanted it to be romantic he just...likes it the way it looks now. It is cosy, comfortable and it’s a place where he and Draco won’t be interrupted.

Draco turns to Harry, cups his cheek with his palm and gently rubs his thumb over Harry’s lower lip, his eyes fixed on his lover’s slightly parted mouth. Harry darts his tongue out and swirls it around the tip of Draco’s thumb. The Slytherin moves his hand to the back of Harry’s head and pulls him in for a kiss. They explore each other slowly, tongues stroking, licking, tasting, hands caressing, stripping off clothes, touching bare skin.

Suddenly the couch presses into the back of Draco’s bare thighs and he notices that they have moved across the room. He sits back and pulls Harry into his lap, his legs on either side of Draco’s. Harry settles against his lover and brushes a strand of soft, blond hair out of Draco’s face with a smile and leans in to press his lips against Draco’s. The Slytherin opens his mouth and meets Harry’s tongue with a soft moan, his hands caressing Harry’s firm back. He cups Harry’s arse and pulls him closer, rubbing their erections together. The boy in his arms groans and wraps his arms around Draco’s shoulders, deepening their kiss. He presses into Draco, overcome by the need to get closer to him. When a finger ghosts over his entrance, he arches into the touch.

“Draco, oh God, I want to feel you,” he pants, “-inside me, please!”

Draco growls in response to his lover’s words and buries his head in the crook of his neck for a moment, silky, slightly damp hair falling onto his cheek.

“Yes, oh God Harry, yes but...I don’t- I’ve never-“ Harry cuts him off with a quick kiss to the mouth.

“I know, I will help you.” He leans to one side and reaches behind the back of the couch, grabbing a jar of lubricant from a small table that Draco had not noticed before. He opens the jar, spreads some lube over Draco’s fingers and guides his hand around him. Draco hesitates for a moment, and then presses one finger slowly into his lover. Harry’s breathing is heavy against Draco’s lips, emerald eyes staring into his with a peculiar glimmer. He pulls his hand back, only to push back in a moment later.

“Yeah, that’s it. More, Draco!”

Draco complies eagerly, trying not to think about how incredibly tight Harry is or about how good it would feel to have these muscles clenching around his prick. He scissors and curls his fingers, remembering what Harry has done to him to prepare him in the past week. He finds a spot that feels different and rubs his fingers over it, causing Harry to cry out and buck his hips. He rubs the spot over and over again, until Harry twists against him and claws at the back of the couch. Suddenly Harry reaches back and grabs Draco’s wrist.

“Stop! Oh God, Draco, stop.” His other hand reaches between their bodies and palms Draco’s aching prick. “I want that,” He squeezes Draco’s erection, “inside me now!”

Draco’s hips jerk and he pushes into the tight ring of Harry’s hand, groaning loudly. Harry’s hand leaves him and the boy slides off his lap.

“Lie down, Draco.” The Slytherin complies and lets his gaze wander over Harry’s naked body. He reaches out and strokes one hand over a slender hip and around to Harry’s back, urging him to come closer. Harry straddles Draco’s hips, positions himself, the head of Draco’s erection pressing against his opening. Harry pushes down slowly and Draco’s ability to breathe leaves him when Harry’s muscles grip his prick tightly. Raising and pressing back down, it doesn’t take long until Draco is buried completely inside Harry, both boys panting hard.

Harry grins at his lover and clenches his muscles, causing the boy underneath him to cry out. Harry runs his tongue over Draco’s parted lips.

“Does it feel good? Your prick up my arse feels so amazing, I could do that for the rest of my life.”

Draco mutters incoherently and bends his legs, feet flat on the couch, to thrust into Harry. They build up a slow rhythm, Harry rising up and lowering himself onto Draco’s leaking prick that hits his prostate with every slow stroke and Draco thrusting up to meet his lover’s movements. His hands caress every inch of Harry’s body he can reach, rubbing circles around his nipples, pulling him down to join their mouths. He pushes one hand between their sweat-covered bodies and palms his lover’s hard cock, feeling his balls tighten, wanting Harry to come with him. The raven-haired boy cries out Draco’s name as a shudder runs through his body, muscles around Draco clenching violently. The feeling of Harry’s come shooting onto their bellies and chests, the spasming muscles around his cock and Harry’s cry of his name takes Draco over the edge a moment later.

Harry lifts himself up and Draco slips from his body. The Gryffindor falls forward onto his lover and lets out a contented sigh, placing a soft kiss onto the skin of Draco’s neck beneath his lips.

“Too heavy?” Draco shakes his head slightly and wraps his arms around Harry, caressing the sweaty back. They hold each other in silence, eyes closed, just enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s arms. Draco can feel Harry’s smile against his neck and notices that he can’t get his own lazy smile off his face.

Just as he thinks that Harry has fallen asleep, the boy moves and gets up slowly. He waves his hand and casts a quick cleaning spell over them. He grabs one of the blankets and returns to the couch, lies down on his side and drapes the blanket over their bodies. They look at each other for a while before Draco snorts mirthlessly.

“If my father ever finds out about this, he’ll kill me. In bed with you, his master’s sworn enemy.” He lets his hand glide over Harry’s shoulder, down his side and lets it rest on Harry’s hip. “Not that it matters anyway.”

Harry furrows his brows and cups Draco’s chin in his hand, running his thumb gently over a smooth cheek. “What do you mean?”

A heavy sigh leaves the blonde. “My father wants me to take the Mark on my seventeenth birthday but I will not take it. I don’t want to bow down and kiss the Dark Lord’s hem, I don’t want to kill anyone and I don’t- I don’t want to fight you.”

Harry’s joy at the news in dampened considerably by their meaning for Draco. He rolls onto his back with a sigh of his own. Draco slides into Harry’s open arms and rests his head on his lover’s shoulder, hugging him close. They rest in silence for a long time until Harry notices that the boy in his arms is asleep. He watches the blonde sleep and wonders silently where whatever they have will go. He can feel that his heart is binding itself to Draco and he doesn’t know how to stop it, isn’t even sure he wants to. Not knowing what Draco feels worries him most.

Harry shoves his thoughts away, telling himself that there will be a time to find out about that. He pulls Draco closer and lets his eyes fall shut, grateful that it is Friday night and that they don’t have to get up early the next morning.

~~TBC~~


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