In this world, Seventh Year is being repeated after the fall of Voldemort. It may be OOC, but what kind of dirty little secret would it be if everyone saw this side?
"Where did you get off to Hermione?" Ron asked as he gave his girlfriend a peck on the cheek.
"I couldn't remember if I had quoted a book right. I went to the library to double check." She shrugged nonchalantly and hoisted her school bag higher onto her shoulders.
"The day you misquote someone or some book is the day I swear off Quidditch," Ron laughed.
"The day you fail to double check yourself is the day I do," Harry swore solemnly.
"Then you'll play Quidditch till the day you die," she nodded in recognition of her intelligence and her OCD behavior towards being right.
The three friends made their way into potions and eyed the male Slytherins who had accumulated around Draco. He gave his trademark smirk and continued his story of shagging a girl in the room of requirement earlier that day.
Ron and Harry rolled their eyes but Hermione glared at the pale blond. Their eyes met for just a moment and a brief look of fear passed over the face of Draco. He may have Pansy for a cover, but the truth could easily be found out if the gossip came back to her. The girl in question walked in laughing with Millicent, but she stopped as she heard the tail end of Draco's story.
Hermione bit her tongue to hide her own smirk as Pansy smacked Draco against the back of the head with a pile of books and then stormed out for telling everyone their business. Then she glared; he dared to do the same things with HER that they did together. She plotted her way to avenge that little betrayal. The look she gave him made him realize he was in big trouble.
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"For the love of all that is sacred, Hermione! Where did you learn to do that?" Draco asked.
"I know how to do a lot of things. But, if you ever again recreate our little trysts with your girlfriend just so you can brag about it, I will end this. You don't want to be like Blaise, now do you?"
He shook his head, remembering the ugly scene when Hermione had walked in on Blaise telling Draco about his secret meetings with her. She hexed Blaise six ways from Sunday, and then calmly invited Draco to take his place. "Why? Why do you continue this if you are so ashamed to be with me?"
"Oh, honey, it's not you. It's what everyone would think of me for being with a Slytherin, the pureblood prince Malfoy, son of a Deatheater, Deatheater himself. The boy who watched while his aunt tortured me. The boy who from day one made no attempt to disguise his vehement dislike of me. Everyone would think you had cursed me, or tricked me, or forced me. They would think I had crossed sides, a blood traitor of sorts. So soon after the war?" She clicked her tongue. "My allegiance would be put into question. Besides, you like it. You enjoy that I'm the one in control."
Draco couldn't argue with Hermione on any of the charges so he quietly redressed himself wincing at the pulled muscles in his lower back and legs. He watched her as she redressed herself.
"What about after school? Can we go away together?" Draco knew he didn't have much of a chance. But over the last two months he realized that he loved her and had to ask at least one time.
"Oh, no. On the last day of Hogwarts we will say goodbye. You will be my dirty little secret forever."
Draco watched her walk out of the Room of Requirement so that she could meet her boyfriend, and most likely future husband, for dinner and huffed in frustration. The last day was two weeks away.
A/N: So, I haven't yet seen one where Draco is the dirty little secret, and if any one can direct me to a good one, I would be one happy camper.