Disclaimer: I only own the characters not from Harry Potter, the setting, and the story.

Warning:SLASH! Hot sexy buttsecks and other things of that sort, and more in future chapters, so if you don't like buckfutting(my special word for anal), then do NOT read.

Concealed Love

"Mm," Harry Potter moaned as his seventeen year old limbs began to regain feeling. He turned over to find a warm body pressed against his, the obvious reason for his numbness. He grinned sleepily, because with a bit of exploration with his fingers, he found the body to belong to an extremely hot male, about the same age as himself. No problem, Harry'd been loving and leaving 'em for a while now. He'd just slip out while the guy was asleep.

Unfortunately, or for our purposes, fortunately, the fog of sleep left his brain just the blonde boy in the bed turned over in his sleep. The grin on Harry's face vanished to be replaced with a look of shock and horror, for there in the bed was his worst schoolboy enemy, Draco Malfoy, naked as the day he was born.

"HIM?", Harry couldn't stop himself from shrieking as he leapt off the bed, forgetting for the moment that he was also naked.

Draco started screaming in agony as the rude awakening, well, awakened him.

See, they'd both been very drunk when they went to bed, but Harry had already gotten over his hangover. Draco hadn't quite, so he was in terrible pain because Harry's shout had caused him a giant migraine. Poor Draco felt like he was dying.

When he finally calmed down, Draco cast a hangover spell on himself. As his brain unclouded, he realized just exactly who was standing at the edge of the bed, looking half-amused, half-horrified. "YOU? HARRY BLOODY POTTER?" He started to hyperventilate, muttering quickly to himself, "Oh no, my father'll make me marry Blaise, he'll kill me, my rep will be tarnished forever, I shagged Potter, oh gods, no, I can't've, it wasn't ever supposed to happen..."

Harry's smart remark brought him out of his reverie. "Well, Malfoy, I always did say you were insane, but lemme tell you, I never thought I'd get the chance to witness it firsthand."

"Shut the hell up, Potter, I'm trying to panic here."

"why?", said Harry, looking calmly entertained, leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed, uncaring about his nakedness.

Draco was starting to get angry at his collected and sarcastic companion. He was always the collected one. "Well, fuck, Potter, perhaps because we shagged. If anybody finds out about this, my whole universe will collapse on my head."

"If anyone finds out. Only my and your Muggle friends know. Anyway, it was just a shag. A fucking awesome shag I'd love to try sober, but a shag nonetheless. It's not like we're in a secret romance, we're not in love, right?"

Draco nodded quickly, but inside he wasn't sure. Okay, that's a blunt lie; he'd loved Harry for two years, had wanted to shag him, comfort him, kiss him, hold him, and all that cliched love codswallop. His dream had come true, but fortunately, he was an incredibly good actor.

Harry on the other hand, wasn't in love (yet) but very attracted to Draco. "I'd like to make a proposition, Malfoy.

"Please, Potter. You have shagged me; I guess you may be allowed the honor of addressing me as Draco. What d'you propose?"

"A fling. One year of pure shagging, no emotions or complications, no strings at all. What d'you say?"

Draco hoped his decision wouldn't bite him in the arse as he replied with a terse," I say yes."

Harry's eyes lit up with predatory flames. "Well, in that case, come into bed, lover."

Draco gulped. "O-okay, Potter."

Harry chuckled huskily. "I think I'd prefer you to scream 'Harry' when I fuck you rather than 'Potter', Draco."

"Yes, Harry." Draco climbed into the bed, somewhat reluctantly. When Harry knew Draco was comfortable, he attached his lips firmly to Draco's neck. As Harry created a nice little lovebite right under his ear, Draco let him know he was enjoying it by sultry moans and whimpers that were driving Harry mad with want. When he let go and blew on his neck, Draco gasped, a little whimper of Harry's name contained in that incredibly heady sound. Harry lost control.

He leapt on top of the other boy and ravaged his mouth hungrily, attaining the sweet taste of cinnamon and cherries. When Draco bit his tongue, he growled openly and rubbed his need on Draco's. Draco growled back, in such pleasure he could barely stay conscious. He'd never dealt with this stupor of ecstasy before, and he could definitely say he'd been missing out.

When the extremely aroused teen above him coated his fingers with saliva and a pushed a digit inside his tight arse, he screamed. After a second taken to get used the invasion, he moaned, "More, Harry, damnit, add another!" Harry grinned and added two more. He brushed Draco's prostate, earning a slightly impatient moan.

Harry couldn't hold out anymore, so he replaced his fingers with his huge, fully erected cock. He slammed inside the blond, and Draco hissed in some pain, but mostly immeasureable pleasure. He had to brace himself on his elbows while Harry pounded into him hard and fast. When they came, simultaneously, Draco was so exhausted that after Harry'd pulled out and cleaned them both, his eyes closed and he was asleep again.

Harry smiled as he put their clothes away in the magnificent mahogany dresser at the end of the bed, looking at his new lover sleeping peacefully, oblivious to his beautiful bareness. He laid down and gently spooned the boy. I wonder why there's no one else here., he thought before he fell into a long, deep sleep.

Draco's hands were running lightly over his new beau's stomach as he slept. "I can't believe I slept with Harry Potter," he said dreamily.

"My Sentiments, exactly." Draco started.

"Why're you here, Blaise?"

"Oh, your mate Angel let me in. So, you shagged the Boy Who Lived? I thought you told Lucius you weren't a poof."

"Blaise, can I tell you something private? I mean, we're mates, right?"

"Go on."

"I'm kinda, well, um, in love with him."

Blaise smiled kindly. "Well, then, I'm happy for you. Does he love you?"

"No, he only wants a good shag." Draco blinked away the tears those words brought to his eyes. "Blaise, I don't think I can last a year. It'll kill me to only be a fuck-buddy to him."

"Then make him fall in love with you."

"I'll try my best." The door opened and a girl dressed in all black with plum-colored hair, a tongue, eyebrow, and belly button piercing and a smirk , stepped in and threw a handful of clothes at Draco.

He grimaced. " Where were you last night?"

She looked thoughtful."Er, when?"

Draco growled. "When Potter, under the influence, shagged me senseless?"

"Oh. Well, Blaise and I, we talked a lot and he sort of told me about you fancying Potter. So, I figured, what the hell, you know, let you go for it. Plus, I got some bloody hot pictures. I'll give you doubles if you want." She gulped as Draco pinned her with an infamous Malfoy death glare. Not many people frightened Angel Hannah Rose NoirCiel, but Draconis Lucius Arthur Malfoy at full potential and furiously pissed, like he was now, scared her shitless.

"Where do you get off running my life? A Malfoy's affairs are run by no one. And for your f.y.i., I don't fancy Potter. I'm in love with him. And you ruined everything. He doesn't love me now, and probably never will, thanks to you. Why d'you think I didn't tell him? I was too nervous 'til now." Sadness deflated the glare a bit, drenching the storm cloud eyes of the Malfoy heir.

Blaise smirked."Well, the fact that you shagged him might be a bit of an icebreaker." His chuckles halted instantly when Draco turned his glare on him. "Listen, Blaise, you're in deep bollocks already for not shutting your big gob, so I wouldn't tick me off anymore if I were you." Blaise gulped, nodding.