Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Deepest Secrets ❯ Hogwarts' New Common Room ( Chapter 5 )

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

could have cut the tension with a knife. There the four of them sat in Hagrid's hut, Ron and Hermione on one side of the enormous table, Harry and Draco on the other. None of them seemed to want to speak first. In the end, it was Hermione who summoned the courage, "So, how long has it been?" Harry blinked at her, his heart slightly racing from the broken silence. "Three days." Hermione let out a little laugh, "Good, for a moment, I thought I'd missed it entirely." Ron scowled, obviously confused, "Missed what? What the bloody hell is going on?"Hermione nudged him painfully in the ribs, "Oh honestly, Ron, you're so blind it's amazing you don't walk into walls. Harry's been acting odd for the past few days, in case you hadn't noticed. So has Malfoy, for that matter." Her eyes darted to the blonde with a mixture of anger and frustration. "At first I'd hoped I was wrong," Harry laughed softly, "When has that ever happened?" Hermione smiled and shook her head, "I can't think of anything in particular at the moment. Still, that wasn't the point. It's just...oh Harry really, of all people, him?" Draco cast his gaze to the floor, for the first time he refused to antagonize the girl."I still have no clue what you all are talking about. What were you doing running with Malfoy?" Harry decided it was time to confess, after all, they were his best friends. He only hoped they would understand. "We were running because Pansy walked in on us and decided to shriek as loud as possible to anyone that could hear." Hermione gave a look of disgust, "That cow, she needs a good ....well nevermind that now. I'm sorry Harry, but if Pansy was the one that found you, the whole school will know you and Draco are dating by the end of the night." Harry nodded, and had to bite back a laugh as he saw the look on Ron's face. The red-head looked as though he'd just been told that Voldemort was a cross-dresser, or that Dumbledore had a crush on him. Pure and total shock, mixed with disgust. Harry nudged Draco to look up from the floor, and the blonde too almost laughed at the sight."You two are..." Ron didn't bother to finish his sentence. He got up and left Hagrid's hut, slamming the door behind him. Hermione sighed, "I'd expected as much from him. To be honest, he has every right to be angry, Harry. Malfoy hasn't exactly been very nice to us." With that she gave a nasty look to the blonde. Harry nodded, wishing Ron would have stayed, "I can explain that..." Harry went on to tell Hermione what Draco had confided in him the night before. Hermione listened and, in the end, almost looked as though she felt sorry for the Slytherin. "Well it's completely understandable. Ron feels the same way about you, you know. You're everything he wants to be, though he doesn't run around jinxing and insulting people because of it." She ended that sentence with a reprimanding tone, that reminded Harry much of Professor McGonnigal. Draco nodded and bowed his head, still silent. "Still, I won't hold it against you, if for no other reason than your parents. You didn't exactly have a very nurturing upbringing. But from now on, Malfoy, you've got to stop." Draco nodded again and looked up at the girl, his expression both sad and tired, "Thank you."Hermione seemed taken back by the gratitude and smiled, "You're quite welcome. Now then, exactly how are we going to get you back into the castle without the obvious attention? Furthermore, what are we going to do about the war?" Harry frowned, "What war?" The girl laughed and shook her head, "You're as bad as Ron sometimes, you know that? The war between Gryffindor and Slytherin, of course. Once they hear about the two of you dating, they're going to make your lives quite difficult. I imagine both sides are ashamed of the two of you, and they're going to do their best to make it known. I'm not sure it would be safe for you to return to the Gryffindor Tower, Harry. Ron may not attack you, but I'm sure you can think of a few who might.Draco spoke up, "He could stay with me, down in the dungeons. I have my own room." Hermione shook her head, "By the time we return to the castle, even the teachers will know, and I doubt Dumbledore is going to let the two of you sleep together. Besides, the Slytherins will be just as angry with you for loving Harry..er..for dating him, at any rate." Harry and Draco both blushed furiously at the girl's choice of words. She'd made a point, though. Neither of them would be safe in their respective houses. Harry blinked, "What about the room of requirement? No one's using it!" Hermione shook her head again, "It's a good idea, Harry, but everyone knows where that room is now. It won't be safe. Besides, Dumble-" A loud knock at the door startled the three teenagers. Hermione stuttered for a moment before standing to answer it. She gasped and stood aside, "Headmaster! I..I'm sorry! I know we shouldn't be in here when Hagrid isn't at home!" Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand in dismissal, "It's alright, Miss Granger. I've come to speak to ..ahh, there you are." He spied Harry across the room and smiled. Harry stood immediately, "Professor Dumbledore, I can explain...sir." Dumbledore smiled and took Ron's empty seat, summoning four large mugs of tea. Hermione sat down and thanked the Headmaster, sipping her tea quietly. Harry retold his story for what felt like the hundredth time that day, skipping over the bits that didn't need to be publically known. Draco, all the while, remained silent, staring into his cup. By the end, Dumbledore was nodding and sighed, "This produces quite the problem, as you may well imagine. Yet, it might also provide just the solution we need." Hermione frowned in confusion, "The solution, sir?" Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, Miss Granger. As you've undoubtedly noticed by now, the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses have rivaled most dangerously. However, if their two most prominent members have found it within themselves to love one another, that could be the small step we need to unite the houses once more."Hermione beamed in realization. It was true, what Dumbledore had said. If Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy can love one another, why can't the others? "This brings to question," Dumbledore continued, "what problems the two of you could encounter through the coming years. As you know, I cannot allow you to be in harms way. It is my job as Headmaster to ensure your safety. I cannot, however, encourage a situation that may be inappropriate on school grounds. Therefore, you two will have separate rooms, both from your houses and each other. At least until the school has quieted down. As you can imagine, you've created quite the uproar. Miss Granger, I trust you can keep the secret of where their rooms will be located?" Hermione nodded quickly, "Of course, professor." Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "Good, I will need someone to be on the lookout in case students find their new rooms. I will also need you, as prefect, to make sure Harry gets to his room safely each night. I cannot ask you do the same for Mr. Malfoy, as he is already a prefect and should be able to handle himself accordingly." Malfoy nodded, but Hermione shook her head, "I'd be happy to keep an eye on him too, professor. I've only just learned the cause behind Malfoy's anger and I'm willing to give him a second chance."Dumbledore smiled, his eyes filled with pride, "Miss Granger, you truly are a gifted individual. That kind of compassion is desperately needed in our world these days." Hermione blushed and began drinking her tea to hide her embarrassment. Dumbledore continued, "As for your rooms, they will be adjacent to one another on the third floor. Don't be alarmed, you'll be far out of harm's way from both the school and its students. I will not babysit you, but I do expect you to be in your own rooms by curfew, like all the other students." Harry and Draco nodded, saying in unison, "Yes, professor." The three students were escorted into the castle by the HeadMaster himself. Harry noticed that every person he passed either glared or began whispering to someone else nearby. He'd grown used to it by now, though. He'd been treated that way in his second year, when people thought he was the Heir of Slytherin, and also when he'd come back from the TriWizard Tournament claiming he'd seen Voldemort return to power. Draco, however, was not used to being the center of negative attention. He looked from student to student, distress clenching his chest as he climbed the flights of stairs leading to the third floor. The staircases were empty, thankfully, and Harry wondered if perhaps it was some spell of Dumbledore's to keep the students from knowing where his new room was. "To prevent the two of you being noticed," Dumbledore said quietly, "I have placed a shielding charm on the door. Once you enter, the door will disappear immediately. No one may enter but you, or those you choose to let in, with the exception of the teachers, of course. Ah, here we are." Dumbledore opened the door slowly, revealing a quiet room with a warm fire, and two small couches. It was a very small common room, its colors a mixture of green and silver, red and gold, the colors of Harry's and Draco's houses. "You will find," he added, "That your belongings have been moved to your respective rooms. Harry, your room is on the right, and yours on the left, Draco. I trust you'll find everything to your liking. Should you chose to have guests, like Miss Granger for example, you may do so until curfew. I know it will be difficult for the two of you to be separated from the rest of the school, but until things have settled I feel it is in your best interest that you stay here."The boys nodded, along with Hermione, who was smiling at the appropriate decor. "Well, I suppose I will leave the three of you now. Oh, and should you feel the need to stay in during mealtimes, Dobby has agreed to personally bring you anything you desire. Good luck." Dumbledore nodded to the boys, and then to Hermione, closing the door behind him as he left. Harry let out a low whistle, "They really worked quick, didn't they? Fixing this area up for us." Hermione laughed, "Dumbledore probably knew what was going to happen long before Pansy found you this morning. I'll bet he's been working on this since the two of you first began seeing each other." She paused, "Exactly how did the two of you get together?"The rest of the morning passed in light conversation. Dobby arrived at lunch and delivered a large tray of sandwiches, to which he squealed with delight as he was invited to stay and share the meal. After they were done eating, and Hermione had been semi-informed of how Draco and Harry had come to be a 'couple', she decided she'd put off her homework long enough and excused herself for the day. "You don't mind, do you Harry? It's just that homework doesn't do itself, and I'm sure Ron will need someone to talk to by now." She bit her lip, worried and feelings slightly torn about choosing between her two friends. Harry shook his head and smiled, "Go on, it's alright. Just make sure you stop by sometime." She smiled and nodded, "Don't forget, I'll meet you at the staircase for class Monday morning. Bye Harry, bye Draco." She waved and within moments she was gone, Dobby trailing after her. He'd mentioned needing to get back to the kitchens to begin dinner preparations. Draco and Harry were finally alone.They eyed one another, Harry's head spinning from the events of the day thusfar. "We've got our own rooms, our own common room, and we're refugees from our own classmates. All in a matter of hours. And to think, yesterday I was so angry about my potion turning sour." Draco laughed lightly, "That's because you weren't paying attention to the ingredients, you were looking at me. You added them in the wrong order." Harry shook his head and grinned, "You were watching me just as much, and yet yours came out fine." Draco shrugged, "I've done well in potions ever since I was young, long before I came to Hogwarts. It's a benefit of having a rich family of dark wizards, they pride themselves on tutoring their children long before they enter school." Harry sighed and leaned back against the sofa, his muscles aching from the frantic run earlier. "I wouldn't know, I grew up with my Muggle relatives."Draco eyed him cautiously, "I heard they kept you in a cupboard for most of your life, is that true?" Harry nodded, "Up until I came here and I started learning how to scare them into treating me slightly better. Honestly, I'd rather ditch the lot of them and live on my own, but Dumbledore says I can't yet." He sighed, "Sometimes I wish Voldemort hadn't chosen me." Draco raised an eyebrow, "Your parents died heroes, that much you can be proud of, at least. Mine are just stuck up cohorts of the Dark Lord. I'm supposed to be next in line to be inducted into the Death Eaters, you know." Harry shivered, "You won't go through with it, will you?" Draco shrugged, "I'm not sure.""How can you not be sure? He's evil, Draco! He killed my parents!" The blonde winced at Harry's harsh tone and shook his head. "Up until three days ago, Harry, I wouldn't have minded one bit. Now I have to think it through, I can't just make a decision on a whim!" Harry stared at the blonde in disbelief, "You would still join him? Even now, that you have me, you'd join him?" Draco sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I've been thinking about it, yes, but not for the reasons you're assuming." Harry settled down a bit, and moved over onto the sofa Draco was occupying. He wasn't about to go starting another fight with his boyfriend over half a story. "What are you talking about, then?"Draco bit his lip, "Well...don't get offended by it, but think of it this way. I tell the Slytherins that we're dating. I lay out an elaborate story about how I've seduced the boy-who-lived so I could trade invaluable information to the Dark Lord. That would make it alright with them, they might even tell their parents. Then, if I became a Death Eater, I could become a double spy. Wouldn't that be helpful?" Harry was surprised. He'd only heard of one other person willing to put themselves in that kind of danger. "You would have to study Occlumency, then. Snape was teaching me, last year. He says that Voldemort's very powerful and can tell when he's being lied to, so you have to be really careful. I'd talk to Dumbledore first, before trying anything." It wasn't the whole truth. Harry honestly didn't want Draco to do it at all. The thought of losing the blonde so soon sent chills down his spine. He sighed and rested a hand on Draco's thigh. "I'm sorry I jumped at you again, I didn't mean it."Draco blushed lightly, "It's alright." It was pathetic, really, how a simple gesture of comfort could turn him on so quickly. He found himself staring down at Harry's hand, wishing it would squeeze, move, glide along his thigh until it reached its goal. Harry noticed the change in the boy's breathing and blinked out of his daydreaming. Draco was staring at his hand, and he was licking his lips. Harry grinned. "Of course, if you did chose to be a double-spy, you realize what would happen, right?" Draco blinked up at him curiously, which only made Harry's grin widen. "Well, you'd be putting your life in danger to protect me, to help me. I'd have to reward you. After all, you have to have some kind of encouragement to keep you coming home to me." With that Harry pushed Draco down against the couch, assuming his favorite position - pinning the blonde boy beneath him. He slid between Draco's legs easily, their groins grinding against one another painfully. Harry heard Draco curse and lifted up slightly, "Are you okay?" Draco hissed and reached down, undoing the fastenings on his trousers and wriggling them, along with his boxers, down as far as possible before kicking them off entirely. He began to do the same to the dark-haired teen that held him captive. Within seconds they were rubbing against each other, flesh to flesh, release growing ever closer. Harry wanted it to last. This had to mean more than their first time in the locker room. He slowed his pace, swirling his hips slowly, earning a deep moan from the boy beneath him. Harry was intrigued by the moan, as it had the same pitch as the first one he'd heard escape the lips of the boy he'd come to love. Softly, he whispered in Draco's ear, "Tell me..what were you thinking, the night I caught you in the bathroom? What were you imagining?" Draco's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, his hips freezing in place. He swallowed hard, too embarrassed to answer. Once again, Harry returned to his effective method of information gathering. He thrust his hips down against the blonde's, voice now throaty and demanding, "Tell me, Draco...tell me what you pictured me doing to you." Malfoy's eyes rolled back into his head, a moan welling up within him. "I-I..was thinking of you...your mouth around me." It was all the blonde could utter before embarrassment swallowed his voice and he cast his head to the side, whimpering. Harry was taken back, and slightly amused. "Is it something you still want?" Draco panted and nodded, his head still cast aside. That was all the information Harry needed.The next moment Harry crawled down along the sofa until his face was directly before Draco's throbbing arousal. He moaned softly, the sight being too much to bear. He had never dreamed of trying something like this, not once in his life. He hardly knew where to begin. He slid his hand up along Draco's thigh until he reached the base of the boy's shaft. He took it gently in hand, holding it steady as he lowereed his mouth towards the tip. A moment's breath sent chills through the Slytherin, Harry noticed as he prepared himself for the task at hand. He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the blonde's shaft, taking just the head into his mouth. He sucked on it gently, noting that it didn't taste bad at all. If anything, he wanted more. His tongue swirled around the tip, earning a string of hissed curses from the blonde. Harry dipped his head low and took as much of the length into his throat as he could, not stopping until his nose buried into the matching blonde curls at the base of Draco's erection. He paused there for a moment, swallowing before lifting his head and repeating the process.Draco was in ecstasy. He writhed and moaned, both hands fisted down into Harry's dark locks. He gasped and panted, his fantasies finally coming true. He bucked up into the boy's willing mouth, watching him intently for any sign of resistance. When he saw none, he moaned and began a frenzied pace of thrusting into the hot, wet cavern. Barely a minute later Draco was crying Harry's name as his essence spilled forth, the blonde's hips still jerking forward from the ferocity of his climax. Harry had swallowed eagerly when he felt the boy tense and release himself. The taste was remarkable, and Harry made sure to drink every drop he could manage. Licking his lips, he crawled back overtop the boy and kissed him roughly, giving Draco a taste of himself in the process. Both boys moaned loudly.Harry was still desperate for release, his length aching with need as it ground into the Slytherin's thigh. Draco hummed and rocked against him, "That...was...amazing." Harry grinned and rubbed himself more firmly against the boy beneath him, "Draco, I-" He flushed and swallowed, growing slightly nervous. The blonde grinned with realization, "You want it too, don't you." Harry nodded, panting softly as his length ached for attention. Draco, in a voice that practically dripped with lust, whispered sultrily, "Mmm little Potter wants to put his thick, hard shaft in me, doesn't he?" Harry paled and groaned desperately, only more frustrated by the blonde's teasing. With a pause and a deep breath, Draco nodded, "All right, Harry. Make love to me."