Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters, they belong to JK Rowling. I do however own the plot of this story, so that means DON'T copy the plot. Please R&R this chapter. I'm not sure if I can finish the story, so if I leave it for a while it means I've run out of ideas.

The Secret's Out

Chapter One - Just The Beginning

Harry Potter walked along the Dungeon passageway, it was a cold winter's day of their last year at Hogwarts and the Gryffindors had Potions with Slytherin. The class entered the ice cold classroom, and, as usual Harry took his seat beside Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley in the centre row. All the Gryffindors would usually sit in the centre rows. The Slytherins - including Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle - sat on the side rows. Professor Snape hadn't arrived yet so they had a couple of minutes of time to talk - the room slowly started to fill with the sound of chatter. The absence of a teacher would usually mean Draco the perfect opportunity to discriminate against Harry. Harry knew this, so he forced himself to sink into the conversation that Ron was having with Seamus about the line-up of the Quidditch match this year.

Draco stood up and was just about to stride over to Harry to make a snide remark about his ruffled hair, his dorky glasses, and his goofy smile. But he had to sit back down as the Dungeon doors slammed open and a very irritated Professor Snape stormed into the room, he was levitating an immense load of tattered books and holding in his left hand, a copy of FWM (For Wizards Magazine). The chatter died down to a low level instantly. Snape went over to his desk and slammed the books down on his desk and as he did, dust flew out and fogged the front of his desk. "QUIET!" he boomed. The low level of chatter broke off immediately. Snape waved his wand at the blackboard behind him, a set of instructions appeared along with ingredients for their next lesson. "Copy this down and then you will take one book from my desk to share between two" he snapped, sat down at his desk and started reading his copy of FWM.

Half an hour into the lesson, Harry and Draco were the only two who hadn't finished copying down the instructions. By the time Harry had finished, there was only one book left, he looked over at Draco who was making his way to the front desk. Harry hurried to follow him. Draco quickly realized Harry was right behind him, so he cleared up his throat and said, "Professor, there's only one book left. Surely you don't expect me to share?"

"Draco, Goyle won't do anything to you if you share with him. I don't see no problem" Snape giggled as he read the article about "10 reasons why you shouldn't take your wand to bed", not looking up from his magazine.

"No, Professor. I meant you expect me to share with...him". He nodded his head in the direction of Harry, who stood there quietly.

Snape looked up from his magazine, although it rarely happened, it seemed he had a faint red tint on his cheeks. He was smiling, but not so much that you could notice it. "Ah...Mr. Potter! Yes...well, um. You go share with the red-head. Leave Mr. Malfoy with the book".

Harry shrugged and sat back down next to Ron. He looked over at Draco, who had a very disgusted look on his face as he walked back down to his row. Harry's eyes became transfixed on the way Draco's posture was held as he walked, his eyes moved towards the lower half of the blonde, Harry looked. And stared. 'Woah, Draco Malfoy you sex bomb!' Realizing what just went through his mind, he started shaking his head wildly muttering "NO. NO. NO. Don't even go there!" Ron looked at Harry, and exchanged confused glances with Hermione.

Finally Harry stopped, "Uh...um...I can explain...er...well actually no I can't..."

Ron and Hermione stopped writing and turned to Harry.

Ron spoke in a whisper; "Harry, if it's your scar, then we'll understand. Talk to us about it if it bothers you" and he went back to copying the work down.

"But if it's a certain Slytherin then we won't understand" Hermione added in an undertone.

Harry looked shocked, "How did you know?!" he whispered anxiously.

"I caught you looking at her" she smiled mischievously. Harry thought about what she just said, 'HER?! Can't Hermione see he's a boy not a girl?!'

By lunchtime Harry still hadn't asked Hermione what she meant – or rather who she meant when she said "her" instead of "him". He sat down with Ron and Hermione and was just about to ask Hermione when, "Harry!" Colin Creevey came over with his camera, snapping Harry, who was sitting there with his mouth wide open.

Harry turned to face him and said very irritably, "What is it Colin? STOP THE FLASHING!!"

"Oh...right, sorry. Well I just came over to tell you that we're playing Slytherin first in the Quidditch tournament."

Ron overheard since Colin was talking so loudly, his distinctive squeaky voice could be heard over the chatter of the Great Hall.

"Oh yeah, Harry I forgot to tell you! Seamus told me that you're the new Gryffindor Captain!" as soon as Ron had said it, some Gryffindors who were listening burst into an applause, cheering and passing the message down to the other end of the table.

"Well done Harry!" Hermione smiled and gave Harry a friendly hug.

"But Ron," Harry replied, puzzled "how did Seamus know?"

While the Gryffindor table was still chattering loudly about the bit of gossip they just got, Ron explained what happened. "Well, he eavesdropped on Professor McGonagall on the first day back. He was making his way up to the Common Room and heard voices on the first floor corridor. McGonagall was with Madam Hooch and she told McGonagall that you'd be the next captain."

"But, how comes I haven't been told yet?" Harry asked. "They wanted to announce it in the second week so everyone has the same amount of time to plan their tactics."

The Gryffindors were now making their way towards Harry, chanting "Potter for Captain".

"And he also found out who the Slytherin Captain is!" Ron shouted over the loud chants.

Harry was hoisted onto a few fellow 7th years' shoulders, desperate to know who was in his rival position, Harry shouted back "Who is it?" but whether Ron answered or not, he didn't know. The Gryffindors had carried him too far away to hear the reply. Some of the teachers had noticed what was going on, so McGonagall strode over, taking short, quick steps. "Put him down at once!" she said sharply, "Now either return to your lunch or go outside into the grounds! You have 10 minutes left until the start of your next lesson."