Secrets Chapter 3

**Ahem, one minor change to keep in mind. Let's all pretend Hogwarts is a university for wizards, rather than a secondary school. I think it makes the story a little more unique and interesting. Thank you for reading and please comment to let me know what you think so far!**

"Harry Potter!" Professor Snape snarled across the classroom. "We are so lucky you have decided to join us." Snape stared coldly at Harry as he quietly crossed the classroom into an empty seat.

"Sorry sir. I was lost." Harry meekly mumbled as he grabbed his books from his bag.

"Excuses, Potter. You survived the killing curse, but you can't make it to class on time. Hardly believable. As I was saying…" Snape began his monotone lecture on potions. Harry was flushed red and shaking. He hated being looked down upon; he had enough of that growing up with his Aunt and Uncle.

Harry had a difficult time focusing on Snape's intro to potions lecture. He couldn't help but wonder if his favorite blonde was in the same class. They were both first years, shouldn't they have classes together? Harry turned in his chair to quickly glance behind him trying to make out the figures in the dark dungeon classroom.

"Ahem!" Professor Snape was standing inches in front of Harry's table. "Is there something more interesting in the back of the classroom?"

Harry began mumblinjg apologies but was cut out by Snape's harsh tone.

"If you're so confident that you don't have to listen in potions, then you might as well show us what you've got." Snape picked up Harry's potion book and tossed it on the front lecture table for the whole class to see. "Go ahead, teach up almighty Potter. Make a potion." Snape stared sternly at Harry daring him to step out of line.

"Alright then. I'll umm… I'll make the…" Harry awkwardly stepped up to the front table and quickly opened his potion book. "Page 57… I'll make the…. Love potion."

The class began laughing as Harry blushed red. What was the change he would open up to the love potion, out of the entire book?

"Fine." Snape coldly shouted. "Go."

Harry awkwardly reached for different ingredients around the classroom. Several volunteers offered to help find the Hippogriff feathers and newt skin to add to his potion. After fifteen minutes fumbling at the front table Harry had successfully finished the potion. He stirred the culdron with his wand and anxiously looked at Professor Snape.

"Well sir, I think it's done." He smiled waiting for Snape's approval.

"Fine. How do you prove you made it correctly?" Snape snapped back at Harry.

"Should I drink it?" Harry asked.

"If you really want to prove if a potion is made correctly, you have to give it to another to try." Snape smiled an evil grin. "Any volunteers?"

The girls in the class nervously giggled and looked around the classroom. Harry was a tall first year with a strong build. He had played rugby during his time in the muggle world, and this had shaped his body into almost model like. But if a girl took the potion, would she love Harry? Or would Harry love her? The class sat in an awkward silence.

"Oh all right. I'll take one for the team mate. Bu you owe me!" Ron stood up from the back of the classroom and sauntered toward the front. "Give it here." He grabbed a cup off a nearby shelf and dipped it into the bubbling red potion. He drank is slowly, taking five huge gulps.

"Ahhh. Well, it wasn't so bad… And I don't feel any different." Ron continued standing in the front of the class looking around. "Oh well." He walked back to his chair and sat down.

"Next time Potter, pay attention in class. Gryffindor loses five points for Mr. Potter's stupidity and self-righteous ego. Class dismissed. Potter stay behind."

The rest of the student quickly jumped from their chairs and headed out of the dungeon back to safety and warmth upstairs. Harry was sweating. What did Snape want? He didn't want to fail potions on his first day.

"I'm really sorry sir. I didn't mean to turn around, I was just uhh… looking for a friend."

"Nonsense." Snape walked in front of Harry, towering overhead. "I heard you last night. Next time you decide to have a sexcapade and seduce a young witch in a broom closet, you'll find yourself hexed and not being able to feel pleasure ever again. Watch yourself." Snape turned and slammed his office door leaving Harry alone in the classroom.

How had Snape heard them? And he wasn't with a witch, he was with Draco. What if Snape had found out Harry was involved with a Slytherin, and not just any Slytherin, but the house favorite and a family friend of Professor Snape?

Harry grabbed his books and rushed out of the classroom. He turned in the dungeon corner heading for the steps when he ran into something and was knocked backwards.

"Easy there Harry. It's just me, I was waiting for you." Ron grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him up from the floor. When Harry stood up though, Ron didn't let go of his hand. "I thought it was really brave of you to do that potion in front of the class." Ron inched closer to Harry.

What was going on? Did his potion work?

"Uhh Ron, I think my potion may have worked. We should probably go get Professor Snape to give you an antidote."

"Nah. It's not the potion Harry. It's you." And Ron leaned into Harry, grasping him around the neck and pulling him into a warm, sensual kiss. Harry couldn't help but kiss him back.

"I've been thinking about you Harry." Ron whispered in the dungeon hall. He pulled Harry against a wall and began ravishing him with kissing along his jawbone and down his neck. Ron was pulling Harry's sweater up his body and running his hands on his cool skin. Harry was hard. His thoughts were previously consumed with a certain blonde hair boy, but now Ron was all he couldn't think about. They continued kissing passionately in the hall until Harry heard footsteps from down the cooridor.

"Quick, in here." Harry pulled Ron into one of the old potions classrooms. There were large, dusty wooden tables in the stone room. Ron giggled and pulled Harry toward one of the tables. He sat on the edge and pulled Harry into him. Harry stared into Ron's eyes.

Ron pulled Harry's sweater over his head and began to unbuckle his pands. Harry did the same to Ron, both undressing in the dark classroom. Within a minute they stood naked in front of each other.

"Harry, I want you." Ron whispered in Harry's ear. Harry was erect and pounced on Ron, slamming him back on the table. Harry pumped hard into Ron as he moaned with pleasure.

Ron reached around and grabbed Harry whispering to him, "More. More. MORE!"

Harry yelled with pleasure as Ron relaxed into him. Ron was doing the work now, bring Harry to his release. They were breathless and sweaty, laying on the wood table together.

"That was amazing." Harry said, caressing Ron's neck with the tips of his fingers.

"I know. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we were on the train together. And you were acting so strange after the sorting hat ceremony I haven't really had a chance to talk with you yet. But I'm glad I was able to now." Ron laid across Harry's chest and passionately kissed him.

Harry stared, grinning at the ceiling entranced in his experience with Ron.

Ron and Harry lay motionless on the table, breathing in each other's scent. When they went to sit up to get dressed again, Harry heard footsteps in the hall. He motioned for Ron to be quiet as they listened to the steps.

"Harry!" a voice called out.

It was too familiar. Harry began sweating and scrambled to pick up his clothes.

The door to the classroom opened and a face with sun bleached blonde hair peeked around the corner.

"Harry?... Ron? What the fuck?" Draco shouted as he slammed the door open.