When Mr. Crouch was murdered, I immediately became suspicious of Moody, because I'd just seen them together and Draco was still convinced Moody was behind my name being put in the Goblet. Dumbledore went to investigate and discovered that Moody was an imposter keeping the real Moody imprisoned inside his trunk. The real Moody was healed and became our new teacher. The fake Moody was taken away by Minister Fudge and given the kiss, before it could be discovered what the plot was.

Draco didn't want the tournament to continue. He was convinced the fake Moody had something horrid planned for the end. The imposter was gone now, but whoever put him up to it was still out there. One man was already dead and there was no telling how many more would be by the time the final task was over.

The third task was a secret, but due to all of the cheating going on, it got out that the giant thing being constructed on the school lawn was a maze.

The night before the final task, Draco and I snuck off to be alone. We got wasted off of butterbeers nicked from the kitchens and made out in a transfigured bed.

"I don't want you to do it. Why don't you quit?" he asked me. This wasn't the first time he'd asked.

"I have to. The Goblet spitting my name out is a binding magical contract," I replied, as usual, in between nipping at his jaw. His skin was so smooth.

"But you didn't put your name in it. Crouch Jr. did! All you have to do is refuse to participate!" he insisted.

"What if they won't let me?" I asked, hands under his shirt, fondling his nipples. He wasn't completely flat chested. I didn't know if he was getting full out boobs like a girl, but there was something there and I liked it. Truth be told, loads of cleavage turned me off, but a little bit was hot.

"Then lose. Throw the game. Let the others win," he answered, arching up into my touch.

"What will you give me if I do?" I asked, thumbing his nipples; they were hard little nubs.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"To see you naked. To touch you," I admitted. Then quickly tacked on, "Not sex, just hands," hoping he wouldn't freak out.

The subject of that contract I'd signed hadn't come up again since after the second task. We'd had more dates, mostly inside the castle, but also in Hogsmeade, and I didn't sign anything then. We'd made out loads of times and caressed each other, with his clothes on, although mine had come off a few times and he'd given me a few more hand jobs. Occasionally hands went up under his shirt, but never down into his trousers. He was fifteen now, his birthday just having passed, so I felt slightly less guilty about our activities together.

"And you promise not to do the final task?" he asked.

"I promise. I'll refuse to enter and lose on purpose," I confirmed.

He nodded, but didn't move to undress and looked nervous.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm not much of a boy," he answered, looking away.

I turned his chin to face me, looked into his eyes, and said, "I know. You're better than."

"I'm not a girl either," he insisted.

"Better still. Whatever you are, is the hottest thing I've ever seen and I haven't even seen it all yet," I said, putting my heart into this, so he'd know I wasn't going to freak out on him or make fun of him or something.

"You can't tell anyone," he said.

"I won't."

"I don't want anyone knowing. No one's seen it. If it gets out, I'll know it was you and kill you myself."

"I won't tell, Draco. I wouldn't do that. I'm not going to share you. What you have between your legs is for me to know and that's it," I insisted.

I'd done a poor job keeping his first secret, about the period, having told Ron and Hermione. My only saving grace on that point was that neither Ron nor Hermione had told anyone, despite the rumors Crabbe and Goyle had started on Health Education day. But I was determined to do a better job keeping this secret. I'd already stopped myself on multiple occasions from talking to the guys about my sexual experiences with Draco so far, even though I desperately wanted someone to gossip to. From groping his cloth covered crotch, I'd discovered that there was something down there that responded to my touch, growing hard, but it wasn't very big. I hadn't told anyone about it.

He nodded and started pulling his clothes off. I pulled mine off too. Then we were naked, his body bared before me. He was beautiful, smooth skin and long limbs. My eyes went first to his breasts, just the merest hint of skin puckering out, and his pink nipples. Then my gaze fell to his blond bush. He was hot.

I leaned in to kiss him and he pulled me close, pressing his body up against mine. I could feel his arousal poking into my belly and his lips on my lips. After a few minutes of kissing, I was so incredibly turned on that I ejaculated untouched.

He pushed me away.

"Again?" he asked exasperated. I did this a lot.

"Sorry!" I apologized.

I wiped the mess away with my discarded robes.

"Here, let me make you feel good. It's your turn to feel good this time," I said, closing the space between us and reaching for his crotch.

He spread his legs, inviting me in.

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It was taking a really long time. So long that I decided to switch hands. When I did so, he said, "I don't squirt out gross white stuff. There's not really an end, like there is with you."

"You'll know the end when I get there. Trust me," I insisted. From what he'd said, he'd never had a proper orgasm, but I was going to give him one.

"How do you know?" he asked. "Have you done this before?"

"No, but Fred and George told me. They said that if I can't tell it's over, I haven't done it right," I answered.

"But they are doing it with girls. I'm not a girl," he insisted.

"I know you're not. You're better than. Just give me more time," I countered, pleasuring him.

He groaned and threw his head back in submission.

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When he was done, he whimpered, "Stop," and pushed my hands away.

I stopped. "Was that obvious enough?" I asked.

He didn't answer for a minute, too busy panting for breath. "Yes. Come here," he said, reaching for me and pulling me into him for a kiss.

We made out then, slowly and sensually, his fluid all over me.

Author's note: This is the calm before the storm that will start next chapter. Please Review!