Secret Love Can Kill

Hey guys. Again, I apologize for the delay. My computer crashed and I had to go get it fixed! It seems like my computer doesn't like this story! But don't worry I will continue it!

Thank you to all who reviewed, and favourited. Both this story and my other story called Brotherly Love, a Fred and George love story. So, here's the new update! Favourite and review please! Otherwise the evil little PLOT BUNNIES shall leave my head forever and that wouldn't be good, now would it?

Harry POV:

"Hey fags!" Blaise and Pansy shouted. Draco and I ignored them. "Faggots, listen to us!" The ran into us, knocking me over.

"What?" I shout back at them, getting up as well.

"Oh don't sound so sad. We just wanted to teach you a little lesson is all." They took a menacing step forwards. Why don't people leave us alone?

I closed my eyes and heard Draco scream. I didn't want him to be hurt, but my helping would just make it worse. He was calling my name, asking me to open my eyes. Why would I? I don't think I could see him hurt. It would be worse then getting beat on myself.

So I squeezed my eyes tighter and wished it all away...

I felt hands shove against my chest. I felt something flick at my ear, plug up my nose. Then I felt lips against mine.

Wait a minute...Lips?

It was at that point that I realised I wasn't dreaming, and that I had woken up.

I opened my to see a frantic Draco on top of me, and as good as that sounded to my sick little mind, I knew it wasn't good.

"What?" I shouted at him, regretting it when I saw the pained look cross his face.

"No don't go." I said as he started to slip off the white hospital bed. "I was just having a bad dream is all."

He sat back down and snorted. "Bad dream, yeah right. More like a nightmare. You were flailing all over the bed, whimpering, and then you just stopped. It was so eerie. Then I kept trying to wake you up, it is seven in the morning. But you wouldn't, and I was getting really worried..." He trailed off.

I sat up, and ran a hand through his hair, effectively calming him down.

"What was it about?" He asked quietly, suddenly very interested in the bed fabric.

"You." I whisper.

"Me?" He looks up sadness on his face. "Then I'll just... just..." He stated to get off the bed, but I grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"Not just you ya dunderhead!" I laughed. It was with your... Friends... And..." He seemed to have caught the gist of what I had happened. And he moved to be holding me, whispering things in my ear.

"Don't worry about them. Even if they won't be okay with it, then I'll still love you. But trust me. Pansy will be to scared of my father to really say anything, and Blaise... I have a feeling he really just won't care."

I mumbled "You know, I still don't feel very well..." Hoping he would catch on.

He did.

"Hmm." He said seductively. "I'll just have to fix that now won't I?" He nibbled on my ear and I let out a moan. He then proceeded to kiss my forehead, my chin, each closed eyelid, and my nose.

He looked me deep in the eyes. I had a feeling those stormy blue eyes could see right into my soul.

Then he finally kissed me on the lips, I thought that I might die from the tension.

Blaise POV:

I had another 'study lesson' with Hermione today. I kept thinking of how Draco would kill me if he found out. I mean, not only was she a Gryffindore, but one of the 'Golden Trio' as well!

However, all all of my thoughts vanished d when I saw her.

Her hair was undone as usual. And it fell like a curtain over her beautiful face. She was bent over a book, which I couldn't see the title of.

"Hey." I said unsure of what to call her. Granger? Hermione? Beautiful? Sexy?

Definitely not that last one, even though I wanted to.

"Hi Blaise." She said looking up with a small blush and smile on her face.

Well she decided for me. First name basis. The rest will have to come later.

"So, Hermione, what are you reading?" She looked rather shocked that I asked.

"Just something on the History of Hogwarts." I nodded.

"So." She started the conversation again. "Are we still doing Transfiguration, or something else?"

If only she mean that 'something else'.

"No Transfiguration's good." I said sighing.

She looked at me puzzled, but I shook my head.

I brought out the essay and she took a look over it.

"Not to bad." I heard her say.

I just smiled in response.

It was actually rather quiet. She had me read a few things, and write it down. Nudging me when I made a mistake. It was bliss.

Hermione POV:

I really didn't want our study session to end. But like all good things, it did.

"So tomorrow, same time?" He asked smoothly. How did he do that?

"Sure." I said blushing again no doubt.

He nodded and left.

I sighed, and took out my book on the History of Hogwarts. It was a really old version, with the letters cramped, and unevenly spaced. My mind started to drift and I thought about different things.

I thought about Ron, and his temperament. I thought about Blaise and the annual Christmas Ball for seventh years. I thought about Harry, and Malfoy in the infirmary.

Was there something going on with them? Maybe they'll become friends and be fine with Blaise and I. I shook my head at that thought.

Firstly, there is no Blaise and I, and probably never will be.

Secondly, it was to much to hope for, Malfoy and Harry being friends. I mean seriously, if that happened, I might as well kiss Blaise, and run around Hogsmeade shouting out how much I love him.

Wait a minute.

Love?

Since when did I love him?

Since fourth year, when you got pared up with him in potions.

That little voice in my head told me.

Shut up. I said back.

Aw. come on. You know it's true. Whenever he's around you want to-

Shut up.

Want to grab his collar, and pull him down to you so you can-

Seriously. If you don't shut up, I will personally stop reading for the next month except for studying.

But-

No buts.

I shook my head at myself. Who would have guessed that a snarky Slytherin, would have me doing battle with myself inside of my head?

Certainly not me.

Ron POV:

I sighed as I thought about what I was going to do truly sink in. Ask a girl to the Christmas dance. That doesn't sound too bad, does it?

Well if you say that, then you obviously don't know the full story.

It wasn't so much the fact that I was going to ask someone, but who I was going to ask that truly mattered. Not only was it the girl of my dreams, ( my very wet dreams I may add) but a very peculiar girl.

She's beautiful, stunningly, of course, smart over all, of course. But that wasn't why I worried. And while I did worry what Harry might think, I was really worried about what she would think.

Would she say yes? Would she say no Would she laugh in my face? Would she already have a date? I hope not I don't think I would be able to stand it if she did.

I took a very deep breath, and continued walking. I was heading towards the library, as she was so often there. Nose in a book.

I opened the door and looked around.

Sure enough, there she was, reading something about Hogwarts, sitting at a table.

I walked forwards slightly, and hesitated when she looked up at me.

Well, it was now or never.

Well what do you think?

*Quickly ducks behind curtain to avoid rotten fruit*

Hey, it wasn't all that bad, was it?

Now how many of your hearts ached for Harry and Draco?

And how many For Blaise and Hermione, who both think the other is better?

Or for Ron, who won't stand to have his heart broken by rejection,

but looks like it's going to happen if he asks Hermione to the dance?

Stay and find out, for next 'I don't know when it'll be up'

instalment of SLCK...#

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