Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Deepest Secrets ❯ More Secrets ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

combination of fear and exhilaration flowed through the boys veins as they sprinted across the Quidditch pitch to the opposite side of the field. There, they managed to sweep through the Slytherine locker room and keep out of sight until the Gryffindor team had entered their own area. After Harry was sure that no one was going to double back out of the locker room, he and Draco ran full speed towards the castle. It wasn't until they'd made it to the doors that they realized they were still holding hands. Both boys let go immediately, and Harry felt a pang in his stomach again. By the look of things, it seemed as though Draco had felt the same way about letting go. The two stood silently in the doorway, puzzled at their newfound dilemma."So, I..um, guess we should make a schedule or something?" Harry felt foolish at the idea of having to schedule times to sneak off with Draco. The blonde, all too easily, grinned at the boy-who-lived. "Are you officially asking me out, Potter?" Harry felt a deep blush rise to his cheeks. Was he asking him out? The truth was, Harry had never thought of anyone in that kind of way, except for maybe ten minutes of thinking Cho was his girlfriend. He swallowed hard, feeling his throat tighten. A chime rang and Harry suddenly felt rushed, knowing that lunch was now over. He stammered, looking around him for an answer. Draco seemed amused at the boy's panic and took a step closer, his voice a whisper as students began to leave the Great Hall."I have class until three, what do you have for the rest of the night?" Harry bit his lip, "I'm done for the day. Doube-Divination and double-Potions were all I had." A curved smile spread across Draco's lips. He looked around to ensure that the passing kids weren't looking. It was odd that they went unnoticed, being such enemies and yet standing so close to one another. "Meet me in the bathroom again, just after curfew. Wear the cloak, I don't want to be seen with a Gryffindor." With that he gave a sly wink and walked off into the castle. Harry stood in the doorway, dumbfounded. He was going to sneak out again to secretly meet Draco, and the idea enthralled him. Ron and Hermione would kill him if they knew."Harry, was that Malfoy you were just talking to?" The sound of Hermione's voice brought him to his senses, and he jumped a full foot into the air. He stared at her for a moment, his mind screaming, wondering just how much she and Ron had seen. The red-head swerved around Hermione and rested a hand on his shoulder, "You alright, mate? He didn't try to curse you or anything did he?" Harry shook his head. "Good. The dirty git would have gotten it good if I'd caught him trying to pull a stunt like that." Harry's insides burned slightly at the words, but he dismissed them. Up until last night, he would have felt the same way. Had it only been last night? It felt like ages.The rest of the day passed by quickly, and Harry ate dinner as though he'd been starved for days. Hermione eyed him suspiciously, but Ron, who hadn't noticed, was chatting animatedly about his favorite quidditch team. After a while, Harry excused himself, saying he wanted to go to bed early. He rushed up to his dormitory and arranged a pile of his clothes underneath his blankets. He knew no one would bother looking, but just in case, he thought something should be there resembling a body. He pulled the curtains around his four poster bed closed and grabbed his invisibility cloak. A string of second years were filing into the common room from the portrait hole, and Harry found it easy to sneak out between them. It wasn't quite curfew yet, but Harry could hardly wait another minute. As he made his way quietly down to the dungeon entrance, he wondered just what Draco had planned for him. The door came all too quickly. Students were still filing up the stairs to their respective dormitories, but none seemed to be going into the dungeons. Harry began to panic, he couldn't open the door until everyone, including the teachers, had gone to bed. He'd be found otherwise! His only hope was a small looking Slytherin boy that seemed to be sick. Harry's heart fell, wondering if the boy would go to the infirmary instead. As the boy drew closer, he reached for the door handle and groaned, mumbling about having too much to eat. Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he followed the boy through the door, cursing as he realized he'd forgotten to take off his shoes. He tried to follow the smaller boy's steps, but the echo was beginning to make him suspicious. Harry stopped walking and slipped out of his shoes. He padded silently down the hall, taking the same route he had the night before. This time as he reached the bathroom, he could hear several voices inside. He knew he couldn't enter, as one of the Slytherins would surely see the door open and no one come in. Minutes passed, but felt like hours. Harry stood impatiently at the door, waiting for the last of the boys to leave. As the door opened, and a tall seventh year came strolling out, Harry managed a glimpse inside the bathroom. Draco looked like the only one left in the room, washing his hands painstakingly slow. Before the door could shut completely, Harry swept inside, making sure his cloak was well out of the way. Softly he padded past Draco to ensure no one else was left. They were alone, but for how long? There was no lock on the door, no way to protect himself if another Slytherin were to come walking in. It was a chance Harry would have to take.He pulled the cloak off slowly, moving across the room to stand beside the blonde. A smile played at Draco's lips, "I could hear you breathing, you know." Harry laughed softly, "I don't want to be caught. Why did you want me to come here?" Draco finished drying his hands and turned, still smiling, "How else would you have found my room?" Harry's face paled slightly, his feet tingling as the words sunk in. "Y-your room? Don't you have group dormitories?" Draco laughed quietly, remembering to keep his voice down, "You Gryffindors are a helpless bunch. Can't sleep alone in a room, so you have to camp with each other every night. No, we Slytherins are strong enough to have our own rooms. There's not much else the dungeons are used for anyway, so most of it was converted to private bedrooms. No one else wants to sleep down here." Harry covered himself with the cloak once more and followed Draco down several hallways. The dungeons were more like catacombs, and Harry was sure he'd never be able to find his way by himself. That thought held a bit of sadness as well as comfort, as he was extremely nervous about going to the boy's bedroom. At last, Draco stopped and opened a deep rose colored door with a silver plate on it, inscribed with the number 313. He opened the door and held it open long enough for Harry to walk inside. Once closed, the door clicked quietly to signal that it had been locked. Harry's heart skipped a beat. He was locked in. Tugging off the cloak, Harry looked around the room properly. The bed sat against the far wall, a four poster much like his own. Draco's sheets, however, were far from the warm cotton ones Harry'd always had. Instead, they were satin or silk, he wasn't quite sure. They shone deep green, matching the pajamas that Draco had worn the night before. Harry realized his parents must have bought the sheets for him, the schools supplies being far from adequate for someone of Malfoy's stature. There was little else in the room, save for a small dresser and a family portrait hung on one wall. Draco removed the portrait quickly and set it face-down on the dresser. It was then Harry noticed that the blonde's eyes were burning with something he hadn't seen before. Draco crossed the room quickly and shoved Harry back against the cold, barren wall. It was Harry's turn to be pinned now."Do you know how long I've dreamt of this exact moment?" Draco's voice was a low, predatory growl. The sound sent jolts to Harry's groin, which was now pleasantly pinned by the Slytherin's own growing arousal. He panted softly against the blonde's neck, squirming between him and the wall, "How long, Draco?""Too long..." he hissed, leaning up slightly to kiss the dark-haired boy roughly. Their tongues dueled, each fighting for control, and each losing terribly. Their bodies wriggled and slid against one another, painfully aware of the cloth barriers that kept them from truly feeling each other. At some point the boys had managed to make their way to the bed. Clothes began flying across the room as they stripped and paused, taking a moment to drink in each others beauty. Harry was mesmerized. Beneath the layers of uniform, Draco had grown quite a bit. He wasn't exactly muscular, but rather trim and toned, like a cat. Harry suddenly felt exposed, his own body not nearly as well formed as the blonde's. Where Draco was healthy looking and beautiful, Harry saw himself as weak. He wasn't chubby, in fact he was growing too tall and lean if anything, but his body still curved with signs of baby fat that had yet to melt away. Draco laughed softly, "You're adorable." The compliment sent a deep blush to Harry's cheeks. His voice faltered, and he found himself whispering hoarsely, "You're gorgeous, Draco..." The blonde licked his lips and launched himself forward, crushing the other boy beneath him. He caught Harry's lips quickly and once again began his assault, tongue thrusting wildly into the all-too-willing boy's mouth. Their bodies melded together and slid experimentally back and forth, the friction driving Harry insane. He broke the kiss, gasping for air as he clutched the blonde boy in his arms. "Draco...please...what do you want from me?" Draco rocked his hips against Harry's, breathing hot against his neck, "I want you...all of you...if I can't have it, you should tell me now, before someone gets hurt."Harry froze, eyes turned up to Draco. Was this a threat? Another one of Draco's intimidation tactics? He couldn't tell this time. "Who would get hurt?" He held fast, too timid to respond to the blonde's advances at this point. Draco sighed and relented, laying against Harry, head buried into his dark locks of hair. After a few moments of silence, Draco managed to whisper, "Me..." Harry's heart caught in his chest. So that was what Draco had meant. If Harry didn't give himself completely, he'd hurt Draco. That lead Harry to wonder just how much the blonde cared about him. He acted so cruel, and berated his best friends, so how could this boy like him for anything beyond what they were doing to each other right now? He had to know before going any further."Why would you want me? You hate me. I thought this was what you wanted?" Draco shivered, keeping his head down. Harry was growing impatient, his mind filled with too many questions, and his groin now aching from excitement without release. "I hate you because it hurts.." he whispered, his voice cracking. Harry lay astonished beneath the Slytherin. Was Draco...crying?? He tried to sit up, to see the boy better, but was held down, "Don't...I don't want you to see me." Draco buried his face even closer, completely shielding it from view. Harry's heart felt as though it were going to fall to pieces at any moment. What did he mean? How had Harry hurt him?"Draco, what... I don't understand." Minutes lapsed in silence, save for the labored breath of the blonde as he struggled to regain his composure. Finally, Harry reached up and wrapped his arms around him. He rubbed Draco's back in slow, soothing circles, hushing him as best he knew how. It only seemed to upset the blonde more. He was lost, with no clue what to do next. "I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't know what I did, but I'm really sorry."The blonde shook his head quickly, "It's not your fault. It hurts just being around you, watching you laugh with your mates, and that Granger girl. You turned me away so easily when we first met, and then you and your friends kept breaking the rules and getting away with it. It was like you could do no wrong, because you're the famous Harry Potter. You're all that people talk about, and no matter how hard I tried, I could never be as great as you. Even at quidditch, I lost to you. I hated you for being everything I couldn't. I hated you for having everything I wanted. And after a long time, I realized...I didn't hate you anymore, because I didn't want to be you anymore...I wanted to be with you."Harry could almost feel Draco lighten as he revealed his heart's deepest secrets. He found his mind once again spinning from the information he'd received. It was obvious he had to reply, as the more time that passed in silence, the more the blonde shook in his arms. Harry took a deep breath and searched for the right words to say. "You put up so many masks, that I never got to see the real you. If you'd only let yourself open up like you just did, things could have been different between us. All this time, we could have been friends..." He paused and licked his lips, eyes concentrating on the blonde strands that covered the shaking Slytherin. "I want to be with you too..Draco."Gray eyes met green, both dancing and slightly damp with emotion. Harry and Draco curled up under the silken sheets of the four poster bed, not bothering to draw the curtains around them. They held each other the whole night through, sleeping more soundly than either of them had slept in a very long time. For the first night in his life, Harry felt like he was complete. Staring down at the sleeping blonde in his arms, he smiled softly and kissed the boy's temple, whispering, "I love you, Draco Malfoy."