Harry pulled back from the warm embrace of his lover and felt the color rising in his cheeks as he watched one of the last people he had ever hoped to find them, coming towards him.

Hermione was livid. "Harry, I can't believe you. I don't even know what I..."

Harry turned to his lover. "You should go. I'll deal with her."

His lover gently kissed him again. "Come find me when you've spoken with her, I want to know that you're okay."

Harry laughed and whispered in their ear. "It's Hermione, not Ron. I'll be pretty safe."

Watching as his lover walked off towards the castle he turned his attention back towards one of his two best friends and suddenly wondered if he would not have been better off if he had been caught by Ron.

"Harry, how could you do that?" Hermione fired at him.

Harry stood his ground. "You know even the boy who lived is entitled to a bit of a love life, you know."

Hermione shook her head. "Yes Harry, you won't have any arguments from me on that. I'd be happy to see you in love. But with them?"

Harry smiled. "I fell in love with them as you call my lover, this summer with Remus. I don't expect you to understand but I'm happy for once."

Hermione was still livid. "If you're so happy about this relationship then why are you hiding it? Why are you hiding in the shadows and not telling your friends?"

Harry almost laughed at that. "You know the reasons. One would be the reaction you just had, and the other one should be even more obvious to you."

Hermione conceded that. "But that should tell you something Harry. We love you. We want what is best for you. This relationship is just sick."

Harry paled. "Sick why? Because I am gay or because of whom they are?"

Hermione reached out and laid a hand on him. "You know I'd never have a problem with you being gay. I don't understand why you hid it."

Harry smirked. "People think I'm a big enough freak without having to have dealt with all of the queer jokes."

Hermione shook her head. "You know being gay is common in the wizard world, men can even have babies. Heck there is at least a dozen I know in school."

Sometimes Harry forgot that the wizarding world was so much more open minded. "But that doesn't mean you guys would accept my choice of partner."

Hermione readily agreed on that. "Harry, of all of the people you had to start having a relationship with, did it have to be him? I mean he's a Malfoy?"

Harry smiled. "Yes. He's a Malfoy. Good looking, smart, funny, brave, and sees me and not my golden boy persona."

Hermione was fighting with her emotions at that point. She wanted her best friend to be happy and wanted him to find love but his choice of partner, which left something to be desired. Their friends would never approve of Harry's choice and there would be so many problems with it.

Harry looked at her. "Hermione please your one of my best friends. I know you hate him but please try to understand for my sake."

Hermione was silent as she stood looking into his eyes. "I don't think I will ever approve but I will be silent. I won't tell any one. That's all I will promise you."

Harry knew he should not have expected anything more. "I hope you can one day accept this, I love him. But even if you can't, thank you for keeping quiet."

She turned to leave but then turned back to him. "You're still my best friend. Your choice I hate, but you are my friend and I will not let anything change that."

He reached out and drew her into a hug. "Thanks Mione. I couldn't stand to lose your friendship but I won't give up the happiness I finally found, for anything."

"You're secret is safe, but you might want to meet more private next time. I'm not sure anyone else would react so well." Hermione finally said before leaving."

Harry watched her walk off towards the castle. She had been on rounds that night as head girl and had noticed him obviously. Harry knew he was lucky it had been her. There were few people at school he knew might not have flipped out on him. In their age group there were two he knew to be openly gay and one bi among the men and women but it was not simply him coming out of the closet that would shock the school.

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He walked into the bedroom of his lover and saw him lying back on the bed. His eyes met Harry's when he walked into the room and the worried look slipped and was replaced by a broad smile.

He pulled Harry down on the bed with him. "How did it go? Did Granger throw a fit?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Yes and no. She said she was okay with me being out of the closet but that my choice in lovers left something to be desired."

Malfoy chuckled slightly. "Do we have to worry about her running around school and blabbing to everyone about our little rendezvous in the grounds?"

Harry shook his head. "No. She said she'd keep quiet but told me if I didn't want anyone else to know, I might want to watch where I'm making out with you."

Pulling Harry down into a long drawn out kiss his lover came back for air and said. "I think we can find a few more private places. I have no intention of keeping my hands off of you."

Harry was in full agreement. "I have been waiting two days to feel your hands against my skin and I have no intention of letting her ruin our fun any more."

With that Malfoy pulled him down on the bed and with a playful snarl went for his neck and began sinking his teeth into the gentle flesh he found there while his hands went to work removing the layers of clothing between the two of them.

He pulled back to look down at Harry's bare flesh under him. "I could look at you for hours and never grow tired."

Harry smiled. "Your body is quite beautiful as well" Harry said his hands running along his lover's bare chest. "But I had other things in mind for this rendezvous."

As if to show what he meant he wrapped one of his legs around his lover's bare hips and pulled him back down towards him, but his lover needed no more encouragement and slowly slid between Harry's parted thighs and prepared to enter him.

Before he slid in he reached out to run a hand through Harry's hair. "It's a good thing you're a prefect, no one will notice when you don't return tonight."

Harry smirked up at him. "You plan on keeping me all night long do you?"

His lover smiled. "I have no intention of letting you leave this bed until I have fucked you so hard you never want to move from that bed."

Harry smiled. "I already never do, but I think I like the sounds of that."

As his lover drove home into him and Harry clung to the sheets he lost himself in the pleasure, and all thoughts of Hermione having caught him with a Malfoy out in the grounds slipped from his mind. He could worry about that later.