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Dirty Little Secret

The following morning found Harry, Neville and Dean combining their efforts in an attempt to wake up Ronald Weasley. So far, they had tried shaking him, tickling him and even throwing water over him.

"Here, let me try," came Seamus' voice from where he had been watching on his bed. Seamus withdrew a chocolate frog from his trunk, opened it, held the frog still and allowed to chocolatey scent to fill Ron's nostrils. Within seconds, the red-haired boy was awake.

"I never would've thought of that," said Neville impressed. The boys headed down to the common room, leaving Ron to get ready.

Hermione and Ginny were already down there having a seemingly humorous conversation, which was often punctured by their giggles. Harry made his way over to them, only to be held up by Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown.

"Are you insane?!" shrieked Lavender loud enough for the whole common room to hear. Harry simply looked at her and opened his mouth stupidly, not knowing what to say. "Malfoy is a Slytherin, how can you have a relationship with him? It's … it's …"

"Traitorous!" Supplied Parvati in an aggressive voice.

"For your information," said Harry in a voice of forced calm, "I am not insane, I am perfectly aware that Draco is a Slytherin and my relationship with him has jack shit to do with a pair of self-obsessed sluts like you." The two girls looked highly affronted by Harry's sharp insult.

"Doesn't stop you being a traitor!" Parvati yelled as Lavender nodded her agreement.

The emerald shine of Harry's eyes darkened in his anger and the girls seemed to realise too late that they had gone too far.

"A traitor?" Harry asked furiously as he balled his hands into fists. "A traitor?" Harry repeated as his body shook with rage. "Peter Pettigrew betrayed my parents and sold them out to Voldemort!" Lavender and Parvati backed away from him holding onto each other for comfort. "Because of him, my dad and my mum were murdered! Because their cowardly friend was a traitor! Don't you DARE accuse me of something like that! EVER! Do you understand me?!" The two girls quaked with fear and avoided his eyes at all costs. "I said do you understand me!" Harry bellowed, invading their personal space. The girls nodded fearfully. "Good," Harry said in a quieter tone, which was equally as fierce. "Now get out of my sight," he ordered in a harsh whisper. The girls didn't need to be told twice and were soon scampering out of the portrait hole.

"Anyone else got a problem?" Harry asked. If anyone did have a problem, Harry didn't find out, because they wisely kept their mouths shut. The silence that captured the room was broken by Ron coming down the stairs of the boy's dormitory and his empty stomach emitting a loud rumble.

"Breakfast anyone?" Seamus asked in an over-exaggerated cheerful voice. There was a wild scurry for the doors as everybody made their way to the great hall for breakfast.

"Harry, are you alright mate?" Ron asked as he caught sight of his friend's anger flushed cheeks.

"I'm fine, Ron," said Harry in a falsely bright voice. "Come on, let's eat."

Breakfast at the Gryffindor table was a very awkward affair. Nobody seemed to want to say anything that might set Harry off again. It seemed that only Seamus had the courage to make pitiful attempts at small talk.

The uncomfortable atmosphere was increased when Cho Chang stalked over to their table and sat down next to Harry.

"Morning Harry, did you have a nice summer?" she asked sweetly as she slid into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Harry closed his eyes, cursing himself for ever setting eyes upon Cho Chang.

"Look, Cho," Harry began as he gently unwound her arms from his neck and pushed her off his lap. "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression on the train yesterday. I was angry and upset, so I used you as a distraction. It was very selfish of me and I'm sorry to have put you in such a situation." Hermione gaped at Harry, disbelieving at how maturely he had handled the situation. Cho's bottom lip began to tremble and her eyes brimmed with tears before she let out a high-pitched wail and fled from the great hall.

"Could someone pass the jam?" Seamus asked, trying to regain a sense of normality for the Gryffindor table. For once, Seamus' attempt to break the awkward moment worked and everyday chatter sparked to life between the Gryffindors. With his mouth full of eggs, Ron passed the jam to Seamus who batted his eyelashes as he thanked him, merely earning a grunt in response. Seamus seemed completely unfazed by this and stared wistfully at the redhead with his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands.

McGonagall swept by handing out their timetables. Ron took a small glance at his and groaned.

"Double Divination!" he moaned, as bits of sausage flew out his mouth.

"Ouch, I pity you mate," Harry said as he patted Ron's back sympathetically.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked, "Don't you have Divination too?"

Harry shook his head as he replied, "Nah, I took a leaf out of Hermione's book and jacked it in. if I wanted to hear about how I'm gonna die, I'd just go hang out with Voldemort and a bunch of death eaters." Hermione frowned at Harry's rather morbid sense of humour.

"But if you're not there, who am I gonna sit with?" Ron asked frantically.

"You can sit with Seamus," said Dean with a sly wink at his Irish friend. "He still takes Divination. In fact, he has exactly the same lessons as you do. Coincidentally of course." Seamus blushed and Ginny and Neville sniggered lightly. Ron however, seemed completely oblivious to what they found amusing.

A short while later, Draco entered the great hall accompanied by Pansy and Blaise. Blaise was fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he looked over and smiled at Hermione. She smiled back, noticing that his shirt collar was once again messed up. One side was sticking up, Dracula style, while the other half curled under itself. His shirt label was also poking out.

As Blaise sat down, he caught eye contact with Hermione again and consequently spilled milk all down himself.

"Oh, he is just sooo cute," Ginny said to Hermione with an adoring look in her eyes. Hermione smiled and nodded her agreement before gently whispering "Back off." The two girls then broke into a giggling fit.

Ron stared at them in confusion. "Women," he muttered under his breath, "They're definitely too much hassle." Seamus felt a wave of hope splash inside of him at Ron's words. "Wanna head up to Divination?" Ron asked Seamus, already standing up himself.

"Sure Ron," Seamus agreed very enthusiastically.

"Get in there mate," Dean whispered before Seamus and Ron left the great hall together.

On their way up to north tower, Seamus was too busy gawking at Ron to notice where he was going. As a result of his lack of concentration, he sank knee deep into one of the trick steps. Ron turned around at his companions startled squeak and chuckled softly at what he saw. Seamus blushed a colour worthy of any Weasley and embarrassedly asked for some help. Ron nodded to his friend and took his hands in his as he gathered his strength and pulled the other boy out of the step.

Ron successfully pulled Seamus free but failed to keep his balance and fell back onto the steps, pulling Seamus on top of him. Seamus' breath caught in his throat and he desperately tried to think unsexy thoughts. However, judging by the horrified look in Ron's eyes, the damage was done and his excitement was obviously noticed.

Feeling absolutely mortified, Seamus scrambled hastily to his feet, unable to look the fiery redhead in the eye.

"What the fuck?!" Ron asked furiously, making Seamus flinch at his brutal tone. Seamus' erection hardened and Seamus mentally scolded himself for finding Ron's outrage such a turn-on.

"I … I just … I'm sorry," Seamus stuttered, "I can't help the way I feel. I like you Ron." Seamus declared, looking up to meet Ron's eyes. "I really like you. I maybe even love you." Ron stared flabbergasted at the Irishman before him. He didn't know what to do. Nobody had ever told him that they were interested in him before. He thought that he would be thrilled, but Seamus was a bloke! Ok, so Ron was used to gays by now, he had been living with Sirius and Remus after all. Not to mention the fact that his best friend was gay. But this was completely different. Ron had never had reason to question his sexuality before, so he was now utterly confused.

"Ronnie?" Seamus asked softly reaching a hand out towards Ron. Ron flinched away from Seamus' hand and turned his back to him before raking his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry," Seamus mumbled weakly, trying, and failing, not to stare at Ron's arse.

"We should get to class," Ron said simply before proceeding up the stairs as if nothing had happened. Seamus swallowed a lump in his throat before he silently followed.

Back in the Great Hall, Blaise approached the Gryffindor table and asked Hermione if she wanted to walk to Ancient Runes with him. She smiled up at him, marvelling at how his voice made her think of smooth, melted chocolate.

"She'd love to," Ginny answered for her, giving her friend a nudge. Hermione stood up and followed Blaise out of the hall. They walked together in a companionable silence, taking moments to sneak a peek at the other.

Conveniently, both Harry and Draco had a free lesson first. Although this time was supposed to be used for studying, the boys thought they could do something more valuable with their time.

Down by the lake, the two boys sat together making out, with the occasional 'accidental' groping.

As they broke apart from a very heated kiss, Draco let out a little laugh.

"What?" Harry asked, hating how self-conscious that one word made him sound.

"Nothing," Draco said, stroking his hair reassuringly. "I was just imagining the look on Lucius' face if he could see us now." Harry thought about this for a moment before letting out a slight laugh of his own.

"Maybe that's the secret to bringing down Voldemort and the death eaters, make out in front of them so that they die of shock," Harry joked. Draco licked his lips and shook his head in amusement.

"Personally I think we should just set Longbottom's grandmother on them." Draco said in perfect seriousness.

"That's actually a pretty good idea," Harry said grinning.

"Of course it is," said Draco arrogantly, "it was mine." Harry snorted and hit the blonde playfully on the arm. Draco hit him back with a slight smirk gracing his lips. A mischievous glint entered Harry's eyes and he launched himself at the blonde and pinned his arms above his head, whilst straddling him.

"Harry honey, I know I'm irresistible, but I don't plan on losing my virginity in such close proximity to the giant squid."

"Honey?" Harry asked as he quirked an eyebrow.

"If you tell anyone I said that, I'll kill you." Draco threatened as his normally pale complexion began to redden.

"You wouldn't kill me, Draco," Harry said confidently as he gently nibbled on Draco's ear, "You'd miss me too much." Draco rolled his eyes at the comment, but at the surface of his mind, he knew it to be true.

As Harry moved down and began sucking on Draco's neck, Draco found that his trousers were suddenly a great deal tighter. "Enjoying yourself?" Harry asked as he ground their hips together, making Draco moan. Harry then trailed his hand down Draco's clothed body and gently grabbed the bulge in Draco's pants.

"Harry!" Draco gasped arching his body upward at Harry's tantalising touch. "Harry, we need to stop," Draco said urgently, only to be silenced by Harry's lips crashing down on his.

"Draco, relax," Harry whispered in his ear as he skilfully undid the shorter boy's belt. "I just want to taste you." Harry's words alone were almost enough to make Draco come as he pulled the blonde boy's pants down and took the Slytherin's one-eyed snake into his mouth.

Draco dug his hands into the grass beneath him and tossed his head from side to side as he moaned and panted, lost in the lusty realms of pleasure. Draco screamed Harry's name to the high-heavens as he jerked his hips upward and came into the-boy-who-sucked-off-a-death-eater's-son's mouth.

Harry greedily swallowed everything Draco had to offer before pulling the boy's trousers up and suggesting they make their way to Transfiguration early.

Up in the Divination classroom, Ron and Seamus were sat opposite each other staring dumbly at the cloudy crystal ball between them. Whilst Ron was making many feeble stabs at normal conversation, Seamus was solely concentrating on trying not to cry.

Ron sighed guiltily as he looked at the downhearted boy before him. "Come on Seamus mate, say something," Ron pleaded helplessly. With what seemed a great deal of effort, Seamus sat up straight and looked Ron in the eye before saying, "You've got egg yolk on your chin." Ron blushed and frantically scrubbed at his chin.

"Is it off?" Ron asked trying to make out his reflection in the crystal ball. Seamus looked at him almost pityingly as he shook his head before leaning forward and wiping the dried yolk off with his thumb. "Thanks," mumbled Ron as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat and averted his gaze from Seamus.

They spent the rest of the lesson in an awkward silence with Ron trying to avoid eye contact and Seamus trying to make eye contact.

Some floors below, Hermione and Blaise were also sat in silence. They seemed completely opposite sat next to one another with Hermione having one leg crossed carefully over the other and her back straight as her hand flew across the paper writing down every word from the professor's mouth. Blaise on the other hand, was slouched with his legs spread out and spending more time chewing on his quill than using it to take notes. Hermione even had a shrewd suspicion that it was a sugar-quill.

However, as opposed to finding herself angry, as she would've been if it were Harry or Ron, as she spared glances at Blaise chewing on the sugar-quill, she found herself thinking it was just simply cute.

The professor then fired a question at Blaise. When he was unable to answer, he lost his house 5 house points and earned himself glares from all the Slytherins. Blaise simply shrugged his shoulders, stuck his tongue out between his teeth and smiled apologetically. He then went back to his sugar-quill and day-dreamed his way through the rest of the lesson, only to be startled back to reality when Hermione told him it was time for Transfiguration.

Draco and Harry made their way to Transfiguration hand in hand with Draco singing 'Dirty Little Secret' under his breath. They sat outside McGonagall's class talking about nothing in particular as they waited for the others to arrive.

The first to join them were Neville, Dean and Pansy. From where the two boys sat it seemed as though Neville and Dean were trying to explain something to the Slytherin girl.

"So let me get this straight," Pansy said, "Draco saved Potter and they spent their summer together, along with Ron, Hermione and Ginny, and they just suddenly fell for one another?"

"We can hear you, Pansy" Draco said from where he was sat.

"But I still don't understand," said Pansy in a voice full of confusion. "When Granger wrote to me, the plan was to get you together when we came back to school."

"Hermione wrote to you?" Harry asked, not really sure how he should feel about this. Pansy nodded as she twirled her hair around her finger.

"Anyway," said Dean, breaking the awkward moment, "How do you think it's going with Seamus and Ron?"

"What do you mean?" asked Harry, looking at Dean for an explanation. Draco laughed and shook his head at Harry's naivety before saying, "Harry, love, are you blind? Finnigan obviously fancies Ronald, it's a fact that everybody knows, except maybe Ronald himself, and you apparently."

"Did you just call Harry love?" Dean asked in amusement.

"No!" Draco snapped as he glared at Dean before folding his arms across his chest like a spoilt little boy who doesn't get his own way for once.

"Yeah you did," said Dean, his eyes glowing in wonderment, "You called Harry love."

"No I fucking didn't!" Draco yelled as he jumped to his feet and withdrew his wand, pointing it at Dean's chest. "I am Draco Malfoy, I would never, ever use such sickly sweet endearments to address anyone!" Everybody present just raised their eyebrows at them with annoying smirks on their faces.

"Sure Malfoy," said Dean in a patronising voice as he patted him on the shoulder. "Whatever you say … love." Draco glared daggers at Dean and would have ripped him apart limb from limb if Pansy hasn't lowered his wand and told him to calm down.

Draco slumped back down next to his boyfriend, muttering insults under his breath – very much like Kreacher would do – when Hermione and Blaise came around the corner together. They were walking very close together and Hermione was laughing and running a hand through her hair after everything Blaise said.

"I bet 5 sickles they'll have had sex by the end of the week," Dean said. Pansy looked from Dean to Hermione and Blaise before placing a bet of her own. "I bet you 1 galleon that they already have."

"Deal." Dean said as he shook her hand.

"Hermione?" Dean asked innocently, as she and Blaise finally approached their little group.

"Yes, Dean?" Hermione asked politely, coming to stand beside him.

"Are you still a virgin?"

"Straight to the point, Thomas, I'll give you that," Pansy said, rolling her eyes at the Gryffindor's blunt approach.

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes." Hermione answered without a trace of embarrassment. Dean beamed and turned toward Pansy with his palm outstretched and a smug expression on his face.

"Ha! Come on, Parkinson, pay up!"

Pansy merely stepped up close to him with a pleasant smile on her face before leaning in to whisper, "You only get the money if they have sex by the end of the week, Thomas. So for the time being, I'd wipe that smug look off your face if I were you." Dean's smug smile immediately became a frown and he walked over to Neville and engaged him in conversation.

"That's attractive, Draco," Blaise said as he tried not to snigger.

"What?" asked Draco, quirking an eyebrow in arrogance. Blaise pointed to Draco's neck. "What, what is it?" Draco asked making more attempts to look at his neck.

"Oops," said Harry meekly, noticing for the first time the love bite that he had left on Draco's perfect skin.

"I don't think I want to know what you two got up to." Hermione said in her motherly tone. When Draco still looked confused, Hermione sighed dramatically, before informing him that he had a love bite.

Draco blushed furiously and glared at Harry, before pouncing on him and latching himself to his neck and giving Harry a love bite of his own.

"There," Draco said satisfied, "Now I can say that it's a new trend." Blaise started but stopped instantly when Hermione glanced at him disapprovingly.

A large throng of people had now joined them. Last to arrive were Ron and Seamus.

"I guess it didn't go too well," Dean whispered to Neville as he caught sight of Seamus' face. "What happened mate?" Dean asked concernedly as McGonagall opened the classroom door and ushered them inside.

"I don't want to talk about it." Seamus said in a sad and quiet voice.

The class took their seats and McGonagall began the lesson. Harry got bored quickly and began stroking Draco's thigh under the table.

"Mr Potter, keep your hands where I can see them!" McGonagall barked, "And Finnigan, stop gawking at Weasley and pay attention!" Seamus abruptly tore his eyes away from Ron, but despite all his efforts, he couldn't take his mind off of him and concentrate on the lesson.

When the bell rang to signal that it was break time, Seamus shot out of the room ahead of everyone else and took refuge in the closest boy's bathroom. Once he had locked the door of the toilet stall he was in, he proceeded to burst into tears.

"Ok Ron, just what the fuck did you do to him?" Dean demanded in a voice full of anger.

"I didn't do anything!" Ron yelled defensively as the top of his ears started to turn red.

"Look, no offence Ron," said Hermione trying to sort everything out. "But you're not exactly the most sensitive person. Are you sure you didn't say anything that might have upset him?" Ron glared at her coldly before shouldering past everyone muttering something about needing the toilet.

When Ron entered the boy's toilets, his heart clenched painfully at the unmistakable sounds of somebody crying, and Ron was pretty sure the anguished sobs belonged to Seamus.

Ron stared guiltily at Seamus' cubicle, trying to think of something comforting to say. As he was pondering this, he noticed with a shock of horror that little trails of blood were running out from underneath the toilet door.

"Seamus?" Ron asked in a worried voice. There was no answer. Instead, all Ron heard was a strangled sob and then a loud thud. "Seamus?" asked Ron more urgently this time. "Seamus, what's wrong?" Ron banged on the door a few times, before whipping out his wand and unlocking the door with a quick "alohomora!"

Ron gasped as he saw the Irish boy sprawled unceremoniously on the floor with blood journeying out of his wrists and a razor blade in his clutched hand. "Shit Seamus, what have you done?" Ron asked in barely more than a whisper as he hastened to his knees to help him.

"I wanted it to stop," Seamus said weakly in a voice so quiet, Ron almost didn't hear him. "I didn't want to have to deal with all the pain anymore." Seamus' eyes fluttered as he spoke.

"We need to get you to Pomfrey." Ron said as he carefully picked up the now trembling boy.

"No, Ron, please," he begged, "I don't want anyone else to know, just take me back to the dorm."

"Seamus, mate, I'm not qualified to heal you."

"I trust you, Ron." Seamus muttered weakly before losing consciousness.

Against his better judgement, Ron heeded Seamus' request and took him to their dorms and patched him up. It seemed that luck was on their side, because they didn't encounter anybody else on their way.

When Ron had bandaged up Seamus' wrists, he gently lowered him onto his bed and took off his shoes, socks, tie and belt to give him a little comfort. As he pulled the blankets over the Irish boy, he heard the faintest of whispers from him. "Let me love you." Ron stiffened at his gentle plea before exiting the dorm and heading off to Charms.


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