I still don't own the rights to Harry Potter. If I did it would have been x-rated, let's be honest.
Secrets:
Harry lay against Malfoy's sleeping chest and tried to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall.
It was bad enough that he was destined to save the whole damn freakin' wizarding world, never mind carrying the burden of this secret as well.
He had faced Voldemort twice, a giant Basilisk, fire breathing dragons, and even Hagrid's cooking. Why was it then he couldn't pluck up the courage to ask Malfoy for them to come out?
He was tired of the sneaking and the lies. He was tired of making excuses to himself about why he was Malfoy's secret – finding any reason to justify why he could only love him under the cover of darkness.
But deep down he knew Malfoy was ashamed – not because he was a guy; but because he was Harry Potter. And no Slytherin in his right mind would want to tap that.
Not for the first time Harry wished he could just walk away, but the skin beneath him was soft and the heartbeat was inviting and it would take more strength than Harry possessed to give that up.
His lips ghosted over Malfoy's chest, warm despite his pale colouring. In his sleep Malfoy pulled Harry closer and planted a small kiss on his scarred forehead.
Harry wanted the whole world to know this side of Malfoy, wonderful and beautiful and in love. Despite all their bickering, fighting and threats, there had never been anything abusive about their relationship: Their first kiss had been gentle and sweet and Harry might have thought it accidental if he had not seen the look in Malfoy's eyes – as broken and nervous as he was.
They had been unstoppable ever since that moment, just a few months ago. And although nothing had changed in the public corridors, or the private bedrooms concocted by the Room of Requirement, Harry's heart had started breaking.
He didn't know how long he could go on like this; being a secret in the dark.
He feared the confliction would kill him before Voldemort got the chance to.