I Know Your Secret

In Secrets we Dream

Harry woke up with a start the next morning. He was soaking wet with sweat and so twisted in his covers that he couldn't sit up. He grimaced as he had never had a wet dream before and it made him super-horny even though he was trapped in a bed of pee and other things. His heart was pounding dangerously in his chest threatening to break free and his head felt light and empty. He felt like he was dying while having never felt so alive. His breathing was harsh and he had never known someone could ever feel this turned on, especially by a dream.

"T-that… I can't let Fleur get to me," he said quietly to himself as he calmed his breathing as he could almost feel her power still, like a drug he wanted to drown in, burying his face in her delightful chest.

He had to take several deep breaths be he could carefully extracted himself from the covers and groaned as he reached down to pull both his wands from where they fell from his arm holsters during his twisting and turning and fidgety sleep and started digging into certain areas. He frowned a little as those areas were reserved for certain girls with cute little butts like Fleur or even one of her Greengrass sisters if they could get away with that-or both.

He had a little grin at the end thinking about the beautiful blonde sisters together, but add in Fleur and he needed a shower bad as he knew the house elves would clean his bed up without noise later; and they were very discrete. The house elves never told a student's secrets, not even to Dumbledore or under threat of punishment. The house elves worked for the school not the teachers, which was why they took orders (within reason) from students.

He looked over at both wands; keeping the blue-grey coloured one he just dumped the brown one on his bedside table. He sat up in bed covered in sweat pee and 'other stuff' still hornier than he could remember because of his vivid and hot naughty dream. Sometimes being a teenager with teenage hormones sucked big time. Looking at his wand, for the first time ever he thought about using it for… reasons it wasn't really made for before shaking his head clear as that was reserved and he looked at the American Dad clock he bought a while back in the muggle world on his wall.

He would be late for classes if he didn't hurry up. Harry groaned as he climbed out of bed and shivered a little as his cold sweaty shirt touched untouched portions of his hot back. He sighed, today was going to be annoying, but at least they had the morning off because of that thing yesterday. That made him groan again as he had to put up with the whole (or most of at least) school pestering him about being a 'cheat', which was hypercritical.

One hour later and Harry was semi-fulfilled, showered, washed, sprayed, clothed in his uniform with both wands in the holster around his left forearm under his sleeve, his shite one on top of his arm and cool one underneath. He left the Gryffindor common room all alone because he found out Hermione left while arguing with Ron only a few minutes before, and he apparently wouldn't bog off and leave her alone while screaming like a baby about how much of a cheat Harry was. Harry didn't mind going alone, but the people he passed muttering badly about him as if he was deaf were a little annoying.

However, he shook that away as unimportant as he could care less about these morons who worshiped him one moment, and then turned on him and or called him evil the next. They didn't even care to seek proof as long as Dumbledore didn't speak up against it they didn't care. It was retarded and rather annoying. These people hadn't a clue how beneath him they were for being such petty jealous losers. He would rather his family back than any kind of stupid fame and glory forced upon him. They treated him like crap whether they were 'loyal' fans or 'loyal' haters so he didn't care about them or their views. He would do things his way with the people who wouldn't be that stupid and ignorant (without wanting to shake that), and if they had a problem with that they could dive off the astronomy tower to their dooms for all he cared.

He was surprised after a few minutes of walking that he realised he wasn't actually alone, but had been so absorbed in his own crazy internal monologue that he hadn't noticed her blushing every so often as she look at him. She was cute while trying to subtly get his attention, and it was Harry's turn to blush as he remembered she had been a part of his naughty dream too, and why not? She was really cute, and he knew she was sweet, fit, and loyal, maybe more loyal than many because he saved her life in the Chamber of Secrets. That wasn't mentioning that she was someone who believed in him and knew he didn't enter the tournament himself as she knew him well enough to know that without having to even ask.

"Good morning Ginny," he said with a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. I was off in my own little world of insanity within my noggin'," he said smiling, which caused her cheeks to darken more. He didn't know why he enjoyed teasing her so much, but it was so cute the way she would splutter and stutter with her normally milky pale girl cheeks brightened red, almost matching that magnificent hair colour of hers.

"G-good morning Harry," she replied with a shy smile. "It-it's okay. I get like that sometimes too," she said shyly.

Harry smiled as he led her into the Great Hall for lunch with his arm now draped over her shoulder in a comfortable half-cuddle before he realised something that even embarrassing Ginny couldn't make him feel better, but everyone, even some Slytherins would feel the same.

"Damn, I have that twat for brains Snape! First that stupid Mug of Burning thing yesterday, and now this! If I ever meet Fate, she is so going over my lap for a spanking!" he complained with a sigh.

Ginny giggled while a cheeky smirk lit her crafty lips. "I would love to-to watch that!" she said brightening Harry a little as he smiled at her as she did overcome her fears all the time, which was what Gryffindor was about. That was what bravery was-overcoming fear.

"But, don't let Snape hear you say that about him!"

Harry and Ginny jumped as they were interrupted by Ginny's annoying older brothers, dubbed the Weasley twins, Fred and George. Ginny's face paled before she blushed brighter as she realised they heard what she said and she would never hear the end of the teasing as they both winked at her as if they knew exactly what she was thinking and just confirming her horrified thoughts.

"You'll get detention forever!" the other agreed in seriousness, and Ginny was pleased they didn't seem to be there to tease her-yet at least as she realised Harry still had his arm around her so that was another thing.

"Yeah, I don't think so," Harry replied rolling his emerald green eyes and running his fingers through his messy black hair in a look of boredom with a deep sigh. "I've decided that any and all detentions I don't deserve I'll just skip. After all I have this stupid tournament to study for, so they can't suspend me without 'breaching' contract, and like Dumbledore would anyway."

"Good luck with that mate," the twins said together laughingly as they no doubt knew it was true and wished they had that kind of immunity as they bid Harry a 'fare-d-well' and ventured off to find friends or cause mischief.

Harry shrugged and turned back to speak to Ginny only to find she had somehow snuck away from within his arm, looking back at him with a smug smirk as she went over to join her friend, and he laughed. However, he was surprised to see her sitting down at the Ravenclaw table next to a blonde haired girl he was sure was crazy-or at least crazier than him, and he suspected she somehow knew his secret but she never confronted him or said anything, but Luna was quite nice, and sweet, and had a great arse and she was highly amusing because she didn't realise she was-either that or she should go into comedy for a career.

Sighing Harry looked down the Gryffindor table to see Hermione with Ronald looking annoyed with him and point blank ignoring him. Well he supposed Hermione wasn't actually tiffin with Ronald the Arrogant Tosser any more. Harry didn't have a clue how long Hermione would last without hexing him until he got the message to piss off as she was Harry's friend, not his.

"'Ello, 'Arry!"

The sensual voice caught him off guard as it snuck up on him with a delightful purr in his right ear as her lips gently brushed his lobe. He shivered involuntarily, as she was putting on her French accent to its strongest, but her allure was definitely on its default setting as it didn't wined through his being as strong as it had the day before, far from it; it was just her sexy accent and voice that ensnarled him this time, and he was happy to let it.

"If you are looking for a place to sit and eat… why not come and join me?" she questioned as she pulled her arms around him and she was already guiding him to the Ravenclaw table where her school sat. His cheeks lit up a little as he realised this would be something else Ron would 'hate' him for-be jealous over. Not getting 'chummy' with the enemy, but the hot French champion girl being all over him and making her intentions very clear.

"Umm… I guess… that will be okay," he said nervously against his better judgment, but then; his better judgement didn't seem to mind as the blonde beauty did smell really good even though he and his better judgement knew that was another facet of the veela he didn't mind as he could think straight while she smelt of all of his favourite things, probably because he was hungry. "I would have sat with my best friend, Hermione, but I don't want to be near that moron Ronald right now or I might break his nose and have to put up with a Dumbledore-lecture, so it seems you're in luck as I don't have anyone else to sit next to right now."

"Excellent," she said brightly as she led him over to the Ravenclaw table where her schoolmates had taken up one edge. She sat down with him between herself and, thankfully a human girl as he didn't think he could fight two sets of veela right then and it was bad enough that Fleur seemed to know his greatest secret without others knowing too. "Here, you should try these, and these," she said smilingly as she put strange things onto his plate that he was sure he couldn't pronounce.

"Umm… sure," he said nervously. It all smelt pretty good so he would trust her judgment. "I'm all for trying something new," he added smiling a little as he took a bite. "Wow, this stuff doesn't taste that bad but the texture isn't all that good, what is it?"

"Escargot," answered the girl sitting the other side of him smirking and holding back a giggle.

"Snails," he said in surprise ruining her fun. "Wow, it makes me wonder why anyone would want to cook these up, let alone eat them," he said while pushing the rest aside and eating some cuscus and what he was certain were frogs legs but they taste just like chicken so wondered why not just cook and eat chicken.

Fleur smiled while laughing. "Yes, but when you grow up with things your palate is for them, and people's tastes change; one moment you hate vegetables, and then you grow up and love them."

Harry nodded in agreement, but he wasn't really paying attention much as he ate his food. He didn't even mind that Fleur was watching him with so much interest while he ate. To be honest he felt quite flattered she was paying so much attention to him considering she supposedly knew his greatest secret. They didn't really talk much through lunch but it was comfortable and Fleur's school friends weren't bitchy like he thought they might have been. However, Harry made sure to escape at the end of lunch quickly catching up with Hermione. Unfortunately Ron still hadn't gotten the memo to piss off and leave them alone as he glared at Harry.

"I saw you being all chummy with the French whore!" Ron suddenly spat out after a minute of walking in silence towards potions. Hermione gasped with wide eye, and Harry took double-take as that was a new low for Ronald. "Well, that's the only way a girl like her would ever want someone like you, Harry... money!"

"You know what Ron," Harry just commented whimsically as he would if someone like Draco Malfoy insulted him because it pissed them off not to jump to their bait. "Speak like that about her again and I would suggest you sleep with both eyes open in case you find a deadly snake had wondered into your bed," he said in a nonchalant tone while smiling. "After all, serpents tongue or not… how does the saying go… oh right… prove it," he sneered before walking faster away from him while he had paled.

Harry made it to Snape's class ahead of most of Gryffindor, and ignored Malfoy and his gang of morons with their stupid badges saying he stunk one moment and Cedric was awesome or something the next. He would show these losers that he could do better than Diggory in every, and anything he wanted, quidditch, math, and especially a heroes tournament!

Hermione turned up a minute or so later after having by the look of it had a vicious and likely vindictive row with Ronald the Turd Sandwich. Shaking his head Harry tuned just as the greasy loser known as Snape let everyone in the grotty badly ventilated classroom. Normally Harry would sit at the back with Hermione and that idiot Ron would tag along because he didn't understand that they didn't like him and his Dumble-knight ways. However, today Harry was feeling rebellious so he slumped down at a front bench on the 'Slytherin' side of the class.

The whole class seemed to pause as they saw him for a moment before they carried on eying him in confusion, some of which seemed to be wondering whether he had finally snapped or whether he had been roped into a prank by the Weasley twins. Though, some Slytherins made rude and douchebag comments about it that was all. Normally Malfoy and his flunkies would sit there, but Malfoy had been too late and sneered before taking a seat with his flunkies two rows back.

Snape didn't say anything as he took attendance before looking up. His eyes scanned the class and he was quick to sneer as he took real note of what was wrong, and the two angry looking Slytherin girls sitting front row of the Gryffindor side.

"Greengrass! Davis!" he spoke as if their names were dirt as it wasn't just Harry he hated with a hateful passion, and not just Gryffindor's, Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's, but Slytherins' too. "Sit over with Potter! This class will need teams of three," he sneered, spitting out Harry's name with just as much disdain before looking away. He tapped the blackboard with his wand and instructions appeared-tough looking instructions he likely wanted to go wrong so he could get some more sneering in. Though, looking over the board Harry realised that it would take three people in some places.

The two Slytherin girls he pissed off slid into the empty spots either side of him with semi-reluctance as they couldn't be seen being too civil or it could ruin their reputations as evil Slytherin girls.

Daphne Greengrass was a hot blonde girl with these blue eyes that might have put Santa's to shame if she knew how to smile quite a bit more than that cute-evil-girl smirk that she used when getting away with pissing someone off just the right amount. Then Tracey Davis was the cute 'evil' girl with her brown hair cut shortish in a messy style, long on top and cool 'I'm up to no good' mischievous green eyes. She sometimes did smile and wasn't as cold as Daphne, but it was Daphne who would go out of her way to destroy her enemies if they pissed her off enough, which, thankfully it didn't seem like Harry had as she gave him a simple shrug as he pulled out his cauldron and they pulled out supplies.

Daphne and Tracey pretended that they were ignoring him as they got underway with their potion, but they did accept his help as they kind of secretly liked him because he could piss off Draco Malfoy like no other by never jumping to his silly bait. They didn't mind partnering with Harry and even so far as to accept his help graciously and with small thanks like proper young ladies whether they needed his help at that time or not; he was only being a good potions partner. He even tried to start the occasional conversation as he considered them friends, kind of (whether they realised that or not-and they were hot). Tracey engaged more than Daphne did and smiled a little as Harry managed to protect their potion from the slime-ball Malfoy and cronies without Snape seeing.

However, though Harry would reluctantly admit it was the best potions lesson he ever had-all good things must end, and end they did as they were interrupted with a knock on the potions classroom door, and when Snape ripped it open in annoyance-the annoyance fanboy, Colin Creevy stood waiting, quivering with either excitement or fear, Harry couldn't tell as the boy was weird.

"What do you want?" Snape hissed angrily, which caused more than just Colin to shudder back and flinch.

"S-sir," he stuttered out, not looking as happy as when he came. "I-I've been sent by Professor McGonagall to collect Harry Potter."

Snape sneered down at him; his loathing seemed to only boil over and triple. "And why pray tell does she or anyone feel like they can interrupt my class for him?"

Colin gulped and looked ready to run. "I-I think they want him w-with the other Champions for the-the p-paper o-or something," he said weakly and Harry wished that boy censored his thoughts as quite a few jealous morons snickered as if he cared.

"I see!" he said coldly before turning to Harry with a glare that said he's to blame. "Potter thirty points for disrupting my classroom! Now grab your things and get out! However," he smirked smugly. "Greengrass and Davis are your new potion partners unless I say otherwise, which isn't likely, and you shall always sit there for your cheek during this class… oh, and another twenty points for your cheek Potter!"

Harry groaned and rolled his eyes, unconcerned as losing points from Snape was par the course of his bigotry. Therefore, he just sighed while nodding his head as he poured his stuff away into his bag. At least he didn't have to suffer sitting with Malfoy. That would be a punishment, but where in Snape's book was sitting with two pretty young ladies with from what he can see because of their baggy robes pretty fine bodies a punishment? It just went to show Snape wasn't rational. They were likely the only two Slytherins not wearing that stupid badge so that was a bonus.

He thought about that badge as he said bye to his work partners and pulled on his book bag, leaving the class with Colin. Could he sue Malfoy for using a picture of him that was a defamation of character? Maybe even slanderous? He should probably not go there yet, maybe after he had won the coming war or something. Although he might win-well he probably would win, which would have brought up a load of questions that would throw a lot of dark light on how Dumbledore ran the school.

That was why he knew Dumbledore would be a nightmare of annoyance getting in Harry's way to keep his nice little messes secrets that everyone knew about but overlooked because he was the 'Great' Albus Dumbledore, but the law wouldn't care if pushed enough by someone with Harry's power. The old man seemed to enjoy letting the little twerps like Malfoy and Snape get away with whatever they want, which was why Harry wasn't getting aurors involved in the matter of the Chalice of Embers. Well, that and Harry didn't want anyone else stumbling across his secret and having that forced out in the open as his secret would get him out of the bull contract; no contest.

Harry was ignoring Colin as he babbled on and on, and on about something. He should probably pay attention, but then that took too much effort. Luckily the transfiguration classroom wasn't too far away so he slipped in to the room to ditch him before he noticed.