Keep My Secrets

Keep My Secrets. Ch. 1

Draco's POV:

Draco walked through the doors at Hogwarts; happy to be back at school he sneered at a first year. All through the summer he felt as if something was missing, but he had yet to figure out what it was.

He met up with his usual cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, but he wasn't really paying attention to what either of them was saying.

Suddenly his palms got sweaty and his pulse raced in anticipation as he walked through the Great Hall. There he stood; the feeling of loss immediately disappeared. Blaise Zambini. 'Why the hell am I feeling like this?' Draco thought to himself.

Blaise caught his eye and they looked each other up and down. Blaise smiled his gorgeous, brilliant smile, and beckoned Draco to go sit next to him. As Draco approached Blaise there were flutters in his stomach; the feeling made him uneasy.

As he sat Blaise once again looked up and down at him. Draco felt his stare, and slowly a blush crept up his face. Blaise laughed, his laugh was dark, rich and musical. It wrapped Draco in a thick curtain as good as the haze from wine, enveloping the sound around him. He enjoyed his melodious Italian voice, hoping it would never end. All to soon Dumbledore stood up and started giving his annual speech.

Draco wasn't paying close attention to Dumbledore though. Why should he when his own version of an Italian Adonis sat so close to him. There was an electric current between the two of them, and it used all of his will power not to touch Blaise.

Draco had no idea what was happening. He couldn't be gay, his father wouldn't allow it. Or so he thought.

As he looked at Blaise he noticed that he had red in parts of his jet-black hair; at first he thought it was his imagination then Blaise turned to him.

"Is there something on my robes? Or, are you just kinda randomly staring?" Blaise politely asked.

Draco's face turned beet red. "N-no. I was just noticing that you have red in your hair." Draco stammered.

"Oh, yeah. I get it from my mom's side of the family." He answered.

"I never noticed it before."

"Well you've never been this close," Blaise said, suggestively raising his eyebrows.

"Um… um…" Draco stuttered, his face going impossibly darker. Blaise laughed and Draco swore that he heard Blaise say 'you're so cute.' He probably just imagined it though. It was then that he realized that Blaise was talking to him.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Real attentive aren't you?" Blaise said laughing. "I asked if you were staying on the Quidditch team this year."

"Oh, yeah. I am." Draco answered him.

"Good, because I'm on. I was recruited at the end of the season last year, but I didn't want to be on if you weren't too." Blaise bluntly said.

"Oh." Draco distractedly said. Draco didn't know if he could handle spending all that time with him, and seeing him dress and undress. A burst of desire shot through him when he thought about it and it shot directly to his groin. Groaning, Draco crossed his legs and sat his hands on his lap, hoping no one would notice. He almost cried in relief when Dumbledore finish and they were allowed to leave. Draco was almost out the doors when Blaise stopped him.

"Do you want to share a bed this year?" Blaise politely asked.

"What?!" Draco asked flabbergasted.

"I asked if you want to share a dorm this year… almost all of my friends aren't here anymore… with one exception." He glanced at Draco from underneath his lashes.

Draco made the mistake of looking straight at him. He got butterflies horribly in his stomach.

"Oh sorry, I misunderstood you." Draco murmured.

"What did you think I said?" Blaise wondered.

"Nothing. It's not important." Draco answered, walking faster.

"So will you share a dorm with me?" Blaise asked, his long legged stride catching Draco easily.

"Erm… yeah sure. If you don't mind Crabbe and Goyle."

"No, I can ignore them. Especially if I concentrate on something else… or someone else." Blaise suggestively raised his eyebrows again, killing Draco.

A little first year had forgotten the password to get in the common room, and Blaise helped her, for the portrait was being very rude. As Draco watched, he was stunned. It was then that it hit him with the force of a brick wall. Oh my god… he was falling in love with Blaise. No, correction, he was in love with him. Blaise was definitely flirting with him. Shit, he was in trouble. Even if Blaise WAS like that his father would never accept it. He would be shunned from the family and become the fairy to his father. He is totally screwed.

While he debated this, Blaise turned and smiled at him. Draco thought that he might pass out.