Even More Dirty Little Secrets

*The third and final addition to the Dirty Little Secrets series. If you haven't read the first two, then I recommend that you do before you start this one. There are a lot of twists, turns and surprises which I find fun to write.

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Even More Dirty Little Secrets (part one)


Harry had wanted to get Hermione alone, away from Ron for the past four days. It had been four days since that fateful evening with Malfoy and Zabini, and he wondered what was possibly going through her mind.

She knew his secret now. He was gay. He had been fucking Zabini. And now Hermione knew. Not only that, though. During that most interesting evening, Malfoy had coaxed Hermione into sucking Harry off.

He had to admit- he did enjoy it. In fact, it was causing Harry much confusion at the moment as he had previously convinced himself he was gay and had no sexual interest in girls.

Now he wasn't so sure.

He was very aroused at the sight of Malfoy shagging her. But, perhaps it was the things Blaise was doing to him at that moment and not really the sight of Hermione getting pleasured. He really wasn't sure and it was irritating him.

Was he bisexual? He wanted to know for sure.

Finally, Ron at departed their little group to use the restroom and Harry stepped closer to Hermione, his voice lowered.

"Hermione," he began, "I want to talk about the other night."

Hermione blushed, unable to meet his eyes. "Harry," she looked about nervously, "don't think about it. It was just something that happened. It's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" Harry replied, incredulously. "Hermione, you... you know..."

"I know," she whispered. "I'm sorry if it bothered you. I hope it wasn't too terrible."

"No, it's not that. I really liked it. I'm just confused about myself now, because I shouldn't have liked it. You know?"

"What are you trying to say, Harry?"

"I want to know if I'm bi or not," he answered.

Hermione stared at him a moment. "Follow me," she finally said.

She led him into the nearby school library and pulled him deep into the stacks where not many students wandered. Harry stood there awkwardly while Hermione set her book bag down and pulled her jumper over her head. When she loosened her tie and began unbuttoning her blouse, he shifted his feet nervously.

"What are you doing?" Harry hissed.

"I'm going to show you my breasts. You pay attention to any feelings or reactions you may feel inside of you," she answered as if on a scientific expedition.

Harry looked back over his shoulder and ran his hand through his hair.

Hermione grinned. "Harry, you're nervous. Why are you having a problem looking at me?"

"Because," he stated, tongue tied.

"Because, why?" she persisted, parting her blouse and holding her silk clad breasts in her own hands, massaging them. "Do I turn you on?"

Harry could feel his breath quicken as he looked at her mischievous and sexy face. His eyes lowered to her breasts.

"Yes," he answered. He ran his hand through his hair again. "Merlin, I'm bi."

His next actions shocked her as Harry turned his needy eyes to hers and began pressing her against the stacks, his lips coming down onto hers in a desperate kiss. One of his hands knocked one of hers off of her breast and he took over massaging it a bit before inserting his forefinger into the cup of her bra, tugging the material down and exposing her nipple to his play.

Hermione couldn't believe how drenched this made her! Harry was incredibly sexy when he took control like this.

"Fuck, Hermione," he rasped. His lips trailed over her jaw and soon made their way down her neck and chest, latching onto her nipple. His teeth and lips, tugging and pulling her nipple made her moan with delight as she wrapped her fingers into his hair and pulled his head more firmly onto her chest.

"Well, well, well," a voice said from the front of the stack.

Draco had seen Hermione pulling Harry into the library and had followed discreetly behind, curiosity getting the better of him.

Harry pulled away from Hermione and looked at Malfoy, panting. Hermione pulled her blouse together, hiding her breasts from view.

"Looks like Blaise and I started something," Malfoy droned. "This was most unexpected and disappointing."

Despite his pretended coolness, Hermione could sense anger in Draco continence.

"Fuck off, Malfoy," Harry said. "This is none of your business."

The anger came quickly to the surface.

"You're wrong, Potter, this is my business. You don't touch her unless we say so or Weasley finds out about all of us," Draco sneered.

Harry's expression seethed with anger and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Malfoy, you can't control everything we do," she stated. "Stop being a prick."

Draco looked at her as if she should feel guilty for fooling around with Harry. "You are very wrong, Granger. If I see you two messing around again before our next meeting, I'll go straight to Weasley. Is that understood?"

"You are such an arse," Hermione replied, stomping one foot and clenching her fists.

"Is it understood?" Draco repeated, ignoring her insult.

Harry barely nodded and Hermione spat out a "fine!"

Draco turned away, walking out of the library with a satisfied grin on his face. He couldn't wait to tell Blaise about his little victory.

OOOOOO

Ron woke in the middle of the night to the sound of Harry thrashing in the midst of a nightmare. This was quite a common occurrence as Harry seemed to have very stressful dreams at least four times a week.

Ron lay on his bed a moment, turning his head towards Harry. Sitting up, he looked at their roommates to make sure none of them were awake. Ron stood and walked to Harry's bed, looking at how Harry twisted and tossed, muttering, "Cedric! Oh, God, Cedric!"

Ron cast a silencing charm and closed the draperies around Harry's bed, taking one last look around the room at the others before slipping into the darkness within. He walked to the head of the bed, next to Harry's pillow.

Pulling the drawstring, he let his pajama bottoms fall and pool around his feet, exposing his raging hard-on.

"It's me, Harry, it's Cedric," Ron said.

He gasped with pleasure as Harry lifted his head and said, "Cedric?" He felt Harry's hand grope his legs and finally his stiff cock. "Cedric," Harry mumbled in his sleep. "You're all right. Oh, God."

Ron moaned in the back of his throat as Harry leaned over and took him into this mouth, crying and repeating, "Cedric... you're here... I thought he killed you..."

"I love you, Harry," Ron said, biting his lip as Harry sucked him harder, lavishing his pulsing cock with attention.

"Love you..." Harry moaned around his cock, sucking, tasting and licking every last inch.

Ron had stopped feeling guilty long ago. Harry's endless nightmares about Cedric had caused him many sleepless nights. Harry's confessions of love and longing for Cedric in his sleep had tipped Ron off that Harry and Cedric had been more than friends and competitors.

It was a shock at first, but Ron soon accepted that Harry was a poof. He never let Harry know that he knew. He figured he'd wait until Harry was ready to tell him.

Then, one night, after Ron had cast the silencing charm as he always did during Harry's nightmares, Harry had grabbed onto Ron's legs, hugging his pelvis and crying. Ron knew Harry was still in the middle of his dream, and was about to back away, when he felt Harrys lips kissing his cock through his pajama bottoms.

Merlin it felt good. He felt guilty after all was done. Harry had sucked him like no one ever had. In the morning, Harry woke up like normal - as if nothing had ever happened.

And Gods help him; Ron couldn't stop after that one night. It never failed that if he pretended to be Cedric, he'd get a fantastic blow job and then Harry would fall into a dreamless sleep after that.

Ron's guilt soon turned into a sense of pride instead. He really felt he was helping Harry cope in some way. At least, that is what he told himself.

Ron scrunched his face with pleasure as he exploded in Harry's mouth, "Yes, Harry, so good..." Ron moaned.

Usually, this was enough. Harry would lie back on his pillow and fall asleep.

But tonight, something different happened.

"Cedric," Harry mumbled. "Stay with me." Harry groped Ron's hand, pulling it towards him.

Ron opened his eyes wide. Now what should he do?

"Harry, I... a..." Ron stammered.

"Please... don't leave me," Harry gulped.

Rob could tell, even in the dark, that Harry was crying. He sighed and tentatively sat down on the edge of the bed.

Harry's arm curled around him, tugging him downwards. His head rose a bit as he fastened his lips onto Ron's.

Ron didn't know what to do. Harry was kissing him!

Damn... but... he opened his lips, letting his tongue slide into Harry's mouth, wondering when Harry would finally fall asleep. Maybe... hopefully... hopefully... mmmm... ok... maybe not too soon... maybe... mmmm.

Ron shut his eyes, sighing deeper into the kiss, his own hand coming to the side of Harry's face and caressing over the dreaming boy's ear. His other hand began creeping over Harry's thigh and onto Harry's erection. Fuck, what was he doing? Ron didn't feel he knew himself anymore. He was molesting his best friend and he fucking loved it.

Harry moaned when Ron's big hand covered his cock and began rubbing him through his bottoms. "Mmmmm... Cedric... yes..."

Ron slipped his hand down Harry's bottoms, grasping onto the smooth, hard cock. Harry's hips came off the bed as he pushed himself further into Ron's grip.

"Yes, yes, oh Cedric," Harry groaned, desperately licking and biting at Ron's neck.

Ron moved his hand faster, feeling his own heart beat speed up in excitement. He had never touched another bloke like this before and he never realized that it would be this good.

"Fuck!" Harry cried out, his release spurting onto his stomach and Ron's wrist. "Yes, thank you... love you..." Harry said, relaxing into a delicious sleep.

Ron held still a moment, making sure Harry was asleep, before he carefully got up. He looked at Harry a moment longer, listening to his steady breath, then opened up Harry's draperies and returned to his own bed.

OOOO

Harry Potter waited until Ron fell into a deep sleep before turning his head towards his best mate. Tonight he actually got Ron to touch him back.

A slant of moonlight from the window lit half of Ron's bed as Harry watched, a satisfied smirk on his face. He licked Ron's taste from his lips and sighed before he fell asleep.

OOOO

Hermione stood outside the Quidditch locker room, waiting for Ron to finish dressing. He had sent her an urgent message telling her to meet him here - but he was taking much too long. She had a Runes Club meeting to attend in 10 minutes and she did not want to be late.

Huffing with impatience, she strode a few feet into the doorway and called out, "Ron, I'm here. Are you almost done in there?"

"Come here," he called out.

Hermione looked about. No one else seemed to be around so she walked towards the sound of the falling water in the showers. Standing next to the stall with a closed curtain and water running, she said, "What is so urgent, Ron? I have places to be."

She jumped went the curtain flew open, revealing a naked, dripping Ron, who was looking at her predatorily. Before she could take a step back, Ron grasped her wrist and pulled her under the shower spray.

'Gods! Ron!" she sputtered. "What are you doing? You've ruined my clothes!"

She tried to pull out of the shower, but he held fast. "Stop this! It's not funny!"

Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he held her under the spray. "Shhhhh..." he whispered in her ear, placing small kisses behind her ear. "Hermione, I need you."

She was trembling despite the warm water and steam, but she had stopped struggling. "What... what are you doing?" she asked, nervously.

"What I should have done a long time ago," Ron murmured in her ear.

Hermione turned around in his arms, looking in his eyes. He loosened his hold and took a small step back.

"Look at me, Hermione," he said.

Hermione's eyes swept down and fastened on Ron's very large cock. She never realized how sexy he'd look without his clothing. "Ron..."

He placed a finger over her lips. "No more talking. No more wasting time. I'm going to make love to you, Hermione. Here. Now."

Ron began pulling off her robe and wet clothing as she began talking.

"Ron, you should know something. I'm... not a virgin."

His eyes met hers but he didn't stop removing her clothing. "Krum?"

She nodded. "He was the first."

Ron tugged the last of her clothing, her knickers, down off her legs. "I don't care. Doesn't matter."

Hermione was surprised at Ron's urgency. It was as if he was trying to prove something to himself. But she was very turned on by Ron's decisiveness and dominance. This was exactly the trait she admired in men and her belly fluttered in excitement. Though she enjoyed dominating others intellectually and with wittiness, she craved to be dominated in the bedroom.

They stood there in the water, close, looking each other over. Ron was giving her a chance to go if she desired. Hermione took a small step towards him and he pounced, knocking her back against the wall of the shower as he pressed his body against hers. His arms wrapped around her as he lowered his mouth onto hers, snogging her madly.

Hermione sighed, moving her hands around Ron as they kissed, massaging his back and buttocks. Merlin his body was nice!

She lifted one leg and wrapped it around his hip and Ron immediately held it under the knee, spreading her further against the wall. His lips traveled down her neck as she gasped in pleasure, feeling Ron lifting her and the tip of his hard cock moving against her sensitive folds.

"Oh, Ron," she gasped. "Fuck me!"

Ron growled against her neck, placing his other hand under her arse as he lifted her against the wall, the perfect height for fucking. Their lips met again, tongues tangling as his hard staff slid home into her welcoming heat.

Both of them grunted and groaned into each others mouths as Ron took her hard against the wall, pounding over and over into her, catching up for all the lost opportunities of the past.

Their lips parted as the pleasure increased, panting and moaning each others names as Ron continued driving into her. "I love you," he groaned, feeling his balls tightening.

"Love you too," she gasped. "Oh, Gods! Yes, yes, yes!" Her orgasm hit just before his did and their groans and cries echoed throughout the locker room as their bodies pulsated with pleasure.

When they came down from their high, Ron gently released her legs and Hermione slid to her own feet, still holding onto Ron with her arms. He was kissing the top of her head as he held her, feeling extremely happy. Thank, Merlin. Finally she was his!

He didn't realize that Hermione's heart was aching. She loved every moment with Ron. It felt so right. But... what ever was she to do now? What about the secret? What about Harry? If she and Harry did not meet with Malfoy and Zabini on Thursday night, they would tell Ron that Harry was gay and that they all were fucking.

Gods! What was Ron going to think when he found out that she had fucked Malfoy and Zabini? Would he still say that it doesn't matter? Somehow, she felt it would matter to him - a lot.

A tear fell down her cheek. But Ron could not tell the difference between shower spray and tears. He bent and kissed her gently. "I'm so happy right now," he smiled - like a man in love.

Hermione looked at his happy face, and gave him a smile of her own, knowing she was going to have to find a way to get out of Thursday night. She had two more nights to think of a plan, two more nights to get Malfoy and Zabini off of her for good. She really wanted things to work with Ron.

Maybe Harry would help her.

OOOOO

Pansy Parkinson twirled her quill, bored. Looking about the Slytherin common room, she could find no one interesting enough for her. She decided to see what Draco was up to. She had seen him pass by not five minutes ago.

Rising from the study table, she made her way to Draco's private quarters. With a very hefty donation to Hogwarts, the Malfoys had secured Draco his own private bedroom since his second year when Draco complained about Vincent Crabbe snoring too much.

As she neared his door, she was surprised to hear that Draco was not alone. She pressed her ear to the door, listening to the conversation.

OOOOO

"Why should I do this for you?" Draco asked his guest, who was sprawled on his bed wearing only trousers and a sexy grin.

"Because I gave Hermione to you, now you owe me," the handsome, dark haired boy replied.

"If I let you do this, you could totally fuck up my reputation," Draco replied, sauntering over to the bed and laying on his side next to the other boy. He placed his hand on the bare chest and tweaked a nipple.

"You really think you can be me?" Draco questioned further.

"I know you inside out, Malfoy," the boy laughed, grabbing the hand on his chest and pulling it towards his mouth. He sucked longingly on Draco's fingers, pleading with his deep, green eyes.

Draco watched him hotly. "Why'd you try to fuck Granger today? You want to take her from me?"

The dark haired boy laughed. "No, just seeing if I fancy girls. I wasn't sure after that night."

'And do you?" Draco asked, his cock hardening as the boy sucked his fingers with the same vigor that he sucked his rod on many occasions.

"I don't know. Didn't have enough time. I was interrupted," the other boy replied, sarcastically.

"I don't want you touching her. I'll find you another girl to try," Draco stated. "How's things with Weasley coming along?"

"Good. Made some progress last night. He jacked me off," the boy laughed.

"That's good," Draco grinned, pulling his wet fingers over the boys chest and down towards his belly. "I want you to make him your lover, keep his interest off Granger."

"Need a bit more time for that. In the meantime..." the boy grinned.

Draco flopped on his back and sighed. "Fine. I'll give you some hairs for your polyjuice potion. But you better not mess up. I don't want Blaise finding out about any of this."

"He won't. I just want to fuck him hard. Just once I want to have him bottom, while I top."

Draco looked at the boy. "Yes, I know. Since I'm the only one Blaise will play bottom for, I'm your only hope. Make sure you keep the bottle on the nightstand and take a sip every 15 minutes or so. I don't want Blaise finding out what we did."

The boy turned on his side and threw his leg over Draco's lap, rubbing his knee on his erection. "You mean you don't want Blaise finding out about us?"

"That would lead to all kinds of complications, now wouldn't it?" Draco answered. "Especially if they found out that we've been fucking each other since third year. We are supposed to be enemies."

"Someday, Malfoy, when we are done with school, and we've had our fill of each other's friends, we can take what we have to the next level."

"Which is?"

The boy looked at Draco, longingly. "I don't know. Just... more."

Draco felt the weight of his bigoted family squeezing his chest. He looked up at his canopy, frowning. "I wouldn't count on that, if I were you."

OOOOO

Pansy backed away from Draco's door, her hand over her mouth and staring with wide eyes. Merlin!

She turned and ran into the Slytherin common room, spotting Blaise who must have just came in.

"Blaise, I need to speak with you - in private," she said, motioning him into another room.

OOOOO

Hermione and Ron walked back to the castle arm in arm, smiling and feeling on top of the world. When they reached the steps, they noticed Blaise Zabini looking very dismal.

"Granger, we need to talk," Zabini spoke.

"What about?" Ron growled, protectively.

Blaise could see that something had brought these two together and he would have to be a bit more diplomatic. He thought of something that Ron couldn't be a part of.

"It's about the meeting on Thursday night - the advanced runes study group," Blaise lied.

Hermione knew that Blaise wanted to scold her. It seemed that Draco and Blaise were keeping some sort of tabs on her every time she became close with someone else. First, Draco interrupted her and Harry this morning, and now this!

"Can we talk later?" Hermione tried. She studied Blaise's face, noticing that he looked more ill than angry. Something different was going on here and she was growing curious.
She sighed and said, "Oh, all right. Ron, I'll meet you in the Great Hall in a moment."

"Why can't I stay?" Ron asked, suspiciously eying Blaise.

"It will just be a moment," Blaise replied, looking more wretched than either of them had ever seen.

Even Ron could sense that something was wrong with Zabini. He decided to give them a few moments. "I'll be near." He squeezed Hermione's arm in reassurance and walked upstairs.

When Ron was out of earshot, Hermione said, "If this is about Ron, then too bad. I'm not going to stop seeing him."

Zabini shook his head. "It's not about Weasley. It's Draco and Potter. It seems they have their own dirty little secret."

Hermione crossed her arms and looked at him in disbelief. "Oh come off it. They hate each other. Your stupid joke is a waste of time!"

"Granger," Zabini stated, seriously. "This is no joke. Pansy overheard their conversation. They've been involved since third year. And they have been using us and playing with our heads, making us think they are enemies while they set each other up with their friends."

"That's ridiculous. I know Harry. He would never..." Hermione stopped speaking when she saw the devastated look on Blaise's face. She took a breath and stared at him further, trying to figure out if he was an excellent actor, or if there was really something going on. "Zabini, you are Draco's good friend, boyfriend, whatever. Don't you think you'd know if he'd been screwing around since third year? Pansy is lying."

"I'm not with him every second of the day, Granger," Blaise said, angrily. "Are you with Potter every second?"

"Well, no, but I'm with him quite a bit," she replied.

"You didn't know Potter was seeing me."

"No, that's true. But... Malfoy? Harry has never had a kind word about him. Besides, even if it was true, why would it bother you so much? I thought you and Malfoy were into fucking everyone you can."

"Granger, please," Blaise replied, "don't be an idiot. Yes, Draco and I are fuck buddies and friends, and we like to share witches and wizards at times, but I don't fuck just anybody that comes along."

"I still don't get you, Blaise."

"Granger, what I'm trying to tell you, is that we have been made fools of by our best friends. And they are planning to continue fooling us. And..."

"And?"

"And I had feelings for Potter, all right?" Blaise confessed. "I thought I was his only lover. I was trying to get him to fall for me and I had thought... I had hoped..."

Blaise looked away from her a moment so she wouldn't see the longing in his eyes.

Hermione was confused. She knew it would be hard to fake emotion like that. But one never knew. "So what do you want from me?"

Blaise took a deep breath and turned to face her again. "We need a solid plan for Thursday night."

OOOOO

*Author's notes: Sorry for stopping here. There will be one more chapter to finish this fiction off. This chapter was getting too long for me and new twists keep coming into my mind. You will see how these schemes all unfold next time.

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P.S. grrrr... when I posted this, the punctuation was replaced with garbage. Does anyone know how to prevent this? I had to redo all the quotation marks and apostrophes.