A/n: Hehe about Dumbledore being gay that's rather awesome!

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I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
My dirty little secret
Who has to know

Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects

My eyes snap up! Just as Crabbe stands up blocking my every view. "For fuck's sake, move you bloody hippogriff!"

Crabbe blinks at me stupidly before sitting back down. Looking at the Gryffindor table Seamus is sitting no where near Harry, but I do notice the little fleeting glances he keeps making towards my Adonis every so often.

"You think you're funny do you?" I say, turning back to Pansy. "Do you get little kicks out of it or something?"

"I just had to know who it is you are after," she says, looking into my eyes. Are after?

"Well it isn't you!" I say nastily.

"No I didn't mean it like that," she protests. "I want to help you Draco, really I do."

"I don't need any help with anything!"

"Fine Draco, whatever you say," she says, picking up her school bag and marching off.

"You know what, screw the lot of you!" I say, to everyone in the Slytherin vicinity, frustration getting the better of me. They just look at me blankly, letting out a grunt I get up and march out of the hallway.

"Complete imbeciles," I mutter, walking along the corridor. Stopping as I reach the dungeons, might as well wait here.

I can't help but think how different it would be if everyone knew that me and Harry were an item. People might not ogle Harry lustfully if they know that someone will punch them if they were ever spotted. Although there would also be those cringe worthy personal questions that people always feel the right to ask. Then word would reach my parents and I really can't imagine their reaction to knowing that it is Harry. Hang on - where is their reply letter? That letter I sent them telling them I was gay … they haven't replied! I can't believe how I forgot about that! Oh my Merlin, they hate me! They must do.

'I'll always love you no matter what, Draco,'my mother's voice clouding my thoughts; of what she had once told me. Although does she love me now? Does she?

I'm glad that our relationship is secret; I really am.

"Oi Draco," cries a sudden voice.

I gasp at the sudden materialisation of all my classmates standing around me, waiting for class. I must have really zoned out! "Wh-what?" I stutter.

Blaise smiles at me, "You were away with the fairies then weren't you mate?"

Was that a crack at me? "Excuse me?"

"You were daydreaming," says Blaise, slowly.

"Oh right yeah … yeah."

Will the torture never end? Please let the lesson be good - I didn't know how wrong that was going to be.

Harry is standing by the opposite wall talking happily to Mudblood, apparently re-enacting something as he keeps doing little actions. I smile as I watch him. "Stop looking so lovey-dovey," says a sudden voice in my ear.

"Pansy!" I yell. "Back off!"

She smiles sweetly and walks into the classroom; I proceed to follow her as Snape opens the door. Sighing, I sit at a table near the back. Everyone sits at the tables in front of mine I notice happily. Practically skipping in the class, Harry plonks down beside me. God, he's cheerful! He bends down to put his bag on the floor, grabbing my hand he licks it and then re-emerges above the desk again. I may never wash my hand again!

"Everyone put your bags on the floor and get out your text books," says Snape, as he whisks into the classroom, robes swishing behind him.

I give Harry's knee a quick pinch before I open my book; to show my appreciation.

"Mr Malfoy read from page eighty two," drawls Snape.

"The Buxsdane potion was first created by Sir … Sir … Lar-"

"Something wrong Draco?" asks Snape, impatiently.

"No … no sir." Apart from Harry caressing me!

I look at Harry who is smirking down at his book; his hand on my thigh!

"Sir Larsson," I continue, ignoring Harry's hand which is making it's way further up my leg. "It took him several attempts before he found the potion to be of per … perfection. The potion allows the drinker to … to-" I slap Harry's hand away, which appears to only encourage him "appear as though they … are … dead"I squeak out.

Looking up I see the Gryffindors sniggering, Blaise looks at me questionably which I ignore. Harry's hand is still caressing me dangerously close to my crotch. I try to keep my face immobile as Snape looks at me curiously.

"Mr Potter take over," he snaps at Harry, hand immediately leaving my thigh.

"This illusion has been used by many witches and wizards who try to appear dead while they are hunted down-"

Right now it is my turn to have a little fun with the Boy-Wonder! I grab his thigh suddenly. "-by ri-rivals," he yelps. The whole class look at him. Now it's time for the Slytherins to smirk.

"This effect would enable the drinker to then reawaken at a safer time," he continues determinedly.

My hand attacks his leg caressing and squeezing his thigh. "The person who uses this potion effectively could then expect that there will be no further attack as the rival would believe them to be dead," he reads completely unperturbed.

Slowly I drag my hand up his thigh and clasp my hand around his manhood, stoking my thumb up and down his length.

"Although … there could be … be man - many problems if the er … rival were t-to attack the body then t-the drinker would not … not be able to defend and could actually d-die," gasps Harry.

I look at him with the biggest smirk I can generate, he looks at me unresponsively. The rest of the class are looking at both of us.

"How well you both read," says Snape, drawing everyone to look back at the front, sarcasm oozing out of him. "It's nice to see that at the end of your magical education that you both have such solid grasps of standard muggle teachings."

"I have a solid grasp alright," I mutter to Harry, still holding on to his crotch. Thank goodness for the high tables!

"Everyone get the ingredients as listed on the opposite page."

Everyone gets up and start to bustle their way to the store cupboard. Feeling Weasel's eyes on me, I remove my hand from Harry so that Weasley can get an idea as to why Harry was gasping. He seems to have got the message alright, as it looks at me horror-struck, I smirk at him.

"Get your ingredients," hisses Snape venomously, from behind. I might not have jumped at this sudden sound but inside I screamed I guarantee you.

Harry gets up first and I slowly follow him. Seamus walks past Harry, carrying a tripod and liquid in a jar, turning the leprechaun boy openly looks at Harry's backside. Oh hell no! Forcefully I walk into Seamus hard, the liquid splatters all over him. "Watch where you are going, leprechaun!" I snarl. "By the way, that little pot of treasure is not yours."

Seamus shrieks at the contact of the solution.

"Idiotic child," mutters Snape, as he attends to him.

Harry and I make our way to the store cupboard which is now empty of our classmates. Snape's cupboard is always so immaculate, for someone so clean it's a wonder why his hair is always so matted and greasy.

"Enjoy yourself while reading, did you?" I ask innocently.

Harry doesn't answer instead he slams me against a shelf and kisses me fully and affectionately on the lips. I'll take that as a yes. I see that dominate Harry is back, as he grinds his hips into me causing me to moan loudly.

"Gods Harry,"I moan loudly. "What happens if Snape comes in?"

Harry doesn't answer but kisses me expertly, grinding his hips into me, body pressing tightly against mine. Who cares?

"Do hope I'm not interrupting something?"

Harry moves away from me instantly. I look at Snape's fuming face. "Potter, get out!" he snarls, venomously.

Harry quickly backs at of the room, glancing at me apologetically.

Snape's hatred for Harry is evident and at a such that it is overcoming any feelings such as liking his favourite student - me.

My heart is beating painfully against my chest.

"Gosh Draco! Do you have no pride? Latest member of the fan club I see; how very touching, and what extra benefits you receive from it," Snape spits, "You might as well have 'Potter's Bitch' tattooed across your backside." How do you know I don't.

I am starting to feel a bit panicky about the lack of witnesses. I have always seen Snape get mad with someone, mainly Harry, but never me. Snape's fellow Potter-hater had apparently converted I can kind of understand how he must feel. It's like if I found out that he was banging Harry, when I was at hating stage. Eww, I shudder.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Sight," says Snape, through gritted teeth.

Quickly I rush out of the room, taking my place quickly next to Harry but pulling my chair further away from him. Harry seems to have got the message and doesn't ask me why. Glancing at Harry, I notice how his hair is messier than before he went to the cupboard and I realise how mine must be just as bad.

Snape is still in the cupboard and its making me more anxious than ever, I catch Harry's eye and can tell he is thinking the same. Quickly I begin to do the potion, as Harry dices up the spider's legs.

"Potter!" yells Snape dangerously, coming out of the cupboard robes billowing behind him. "Sit at the back! Go! Hurry up! Malfoy, Stay there! If you dare to communicate with each other you will be out of here!"

"Why would they want to communicate with each other?" whispers Lavender, loudly.

Snape looks at Lavender, a very hate filled look. No, he wouldn't dare say anything? Would he? He doesn't say anything instead he storms up to Harry slams down a salamander onto his desk which splatters over him, stinging him.

"Professor!" gasps the Mudblood.

Snape pauses, and the whole class look on horror struck at what he might do. "Twenty points from Gryffindor for Miss Granger for being such a goodie-too-shoes. Fifty points from Gryffindor for Mr Potter and a detention for Mr Malfoy."

No one dares to complain for fear of the ramification. Even in his anger he still couldn't take those valuable points from Slytherin and I notice how 'Draco' has now become 'Malfoy.'

No one has ever seen Snape look so livid before as he does now. I keep noticing little half glances from the class to me, wondering what it was that Harry and I had done so badly for this treatment.

The class has never been so quiet, everyone is quietly rushing through the ingredients, even the Slytherins aren't daring to make a noise. A sudden loud creak causes everyone to jump slightly. Looking up at the source of the noise, I notice that it was Longbottom accidentally having scraped his chair across the floor.

Snape is staring solidly at a slightly shaky Longbottom. Everyone is watching; breath held. "Get. Out." says Snape, in the same manner he had used on me. Neville slowly packs his things into his backpack as though any sudden movement might set off the Potions Master. "Go on get out! GET OUT! GET OUT!" bellows Snape, as Longbottom yelps and runs out of the room as quickly as he can.

Pansy smirks and is too slow in hiding it, as the deranged Professor turns to her. "Something to your amusing, Miss Parkinson?"

She shakes her head fearfully. "Leave the room now!" he hisses. She doesn't need telling twice and is out of the room in a flash.

Snape returns to his desk, watching his students menacingly. Everyone averts their eyes and return to their potions. I have never seen the class this afraid before. I can't help but feel that Longbottom and Pansy were lucky having had a chance to escape. Feeling the Professor's eyes on me I bury my head further into my work.

What is he going to do, now that he has discovered Harry and I? Will he tell someone? Dumbledore? My parents? Oh god, he can't! Our perfect little secret has finally been discovered. We went for so long without a discovery! Only guesses, which can easily be denied. Harry and I are going to have to be more careful now! No more displaying our feelings openly, while everyone took them as rival spats.

The clock is moving stubbornly slow as though enjoying the suffering of the students.

Aargh! I scream silently at the sudden vision of Snape standing directly in front of my desk. Cautiously I look up, he gives me a long hard look before turning on his heel and sitting back at the front.

Please bell ring! Please! I will give up my money, my broom anything! Miraculously, the bell rings. Oh thank Salazar!

Quickly everyone shoves everything into their bags and hurry out of the room.

"Oh praise ye Lord!" I hear Ron yell.

My eyes connect with Harry's when I'm outside the class, we both walk in opposite directions.

By the way Salazar I ain't giving up a thing.