Disclaimer: Whoops! I forgot to put one on the other chapters! Oh well, Here it is. These characters and places all belong to the wonderful J. K. Rowling.
A/N: All right, so I broke the promise I made to myself and to you. This will indeed be a chaptered fic. Hope against hope that I finish it. Chapter four is already in progress, so the wait for that one wont be as long. Also, please read my Pansy Fic (My Undying Love). Enjoy!(sorry if it's all squashed together...ff.net is being a pain again)
Chapter 3: When Hiding Isn't Enough
"I'm so sick of this," announced Harry as he removed his invisibility cloak.
"Sick of what? Of us?" asked Draco, trying not to let the uncertainty show in his voice. Harry gave him a half-smile. They were under the staircase, where it was darker than a moonless night, so he doubted Draco saw him, but he smiled anyway. He fumbled around until he felt the silky material of Draco's shirt. It was, of course, tucked into his pants. He yanked it out and then put his hands underneath. He ran his thumbs along the pale tender skin that stretched over his hipbones. It was territory he knew well, well enough not to need his eyes. He put his lips by Draco's ear and whispered, "I will never be sick of us. I cant get enough of you, babe." Draco shivered and kissed his jaw. "Mmm..."
"What I am sick of though," continued Harry, though he was finding it hard to concentrate just from Draco being so close and unusually submissive, "is this having to sneak around. Its not that I don't enjoy making love to you in the changing rooms or the Great Hall or the corridors or in classrooms under the invisibility cloak while there is class in session." They were both silent and grinning wickedly as they treasured that particular memory. "But I just wish," he went on, "it wasn't because we have to hide. I just wish that I could tell the world how much I love you because sometimes I feel that I might just burst from loving you so much." Harry's hand went from Draco's waist to his cheek. He couldn't see those bright silver eyes in the darkness but he knew instinctively where they were and knew he was looking right into them. In the same way, he couldn't see his lover's lips, but their mouths met instinctively. When Harry pulled away to begin releasing Draco's erection from his pants, Draco whispered softly, "you can tell the mudblood. I don't really trust her, but I know you do, and I trust you." Harry grinned, finished the removal of Draco's trousers, and took him in his mouth.
"Oh...fuck...Harry. If I knew this was the response I'd get, I would have let you tell people about us sooner." He tangled his fingers in Harry's extremely messy hair. Harry simply kept doing the things with his tongue that he knew would make Draco moan, buck, and yes, even whimper at all the right times.
After Draco came he slid down the wall that he had been holding onto for support.
"I love you so fucking much, Harry," he said, breathing heavily.
"You're only saying that because I give good head," teased Harry.
"Maybe," said Draco, "but I think I give better head."
"Oh, you think so? Can you prove that, Malfoy?" Draco didn't reply. Instead, he simply crawled over to where Harry was now standing. His hand brushed over Harry's erection over his clothes, for Harry was still fully dressed. His knees almost gave away just from that simple contact, if anything that Draco does can be called simple.
"Don't tease me."
"I'll do what I want with you and you'll like it, Potter. Wont you?" He began to work on Harry's belt and wondered, not for the first time, why he insisted on wearing pants that fit him so huge that they required him to wear a belt.
"Yes, yes, Draco, do whatever you want with me just do it already!" Draco teased him by slightly running his fingers along the length of his cock. Harry shivered.
"Beg," he said. Harry bit his lip to stop himself. He knew that in the end, he was going to beg, but he also knew that Draco didn't like him to give in to quickly.
Draco's mouth was ready, a few inches away from his erection. Harry felt his breath on his dick, small puffs of warm air. Shit, he couldn't take it anymore.
"Please, Draco, Please...I need it."
"Damn right, Potter," he said before taking him in his mouth.
"I wish we could be like them," said Harry.
"Like whom?" asked Draco as he walked up to the window where Harry was standing, staring at the lake while his potion simmered and Draco watched over it.
"Terry and Lisa," said Harry dreamily.
"Who?"
"Boot and Turpin," he answered. "They're going out, you know."
"How could I not know? The entire castle knows about it. They're sickening, always snogging in public places, and not caring who sees them."
"Draco...I wish..." The pale boy took his boyfriend's hand and kissed his cheek.
"I wish I could take away all the pain that you've suffered," he started. " I wish I could kiss away all your troubles. I'm so sorry that you've had to suffer so much. You don't dese-"
"Hush," said Harry soothingly. He did. He put his arm around Harry's waist and breathed in his smell. It saw a mixture of soap and some type of muggle cologne.
"I'm so sorry, Harry. I'm sorry I hated you. I'm sorry I didn't know how much you went through. I'm sorry we can't tell the world how much we love each other because of some stupid megalomaniac. I'm sorry that you're Harry Potter and I'm Draco Malfoy. I'm s-"
"Stop it. You're apologizing over and over, and it's scaring me."
"Harry, it's just that I-"
"I said shut-up."
"Harry, you have to talk abo-"
"I'm fine." He kissed the top of Draco's head.
"Go add the powdered wings now," said Draco, eyes closed. Harry moved toward the cauldron. As he stirred, Draco ran a hand through his hair. It was wet. He knew at once that it was wet with tears, Harry's tears.
Harry didn't spot Hermione right away, but once she came out from behind a bookshelf with a rather large and dusty old volume in hand, he made a beeline for her table.
"Hi," he said as he sat down. She looked up and continued reading after a quick, "Hello, Harry."
"Er...can we talk?"
"Sure, just let me finish this paragraph." Once finished, she carefully marked her page and gave him her full attention.
"So, how can I help you?"
"Well, there are a few things I have to tell you, to confess to you. You have to remember that this is a complete secret. You'll know why after I tell you what it is." Hermione looked on with curiosity.
"You know I wont say anything, Harry."
"I know." He took a deep breathe and began, "I guess it all started the day I had that career talk with McGonogall." He told Hermione everything, keeping from her only Fred and George's relationship. When he finished he eyed Hermione carefully for any sign of a negative reaction, but she appeared too shocked for any kind of reaction.
"You're shagging Malfoy? The twins told you it you should do it because you claimed to be in love with him? He says he loves you too?" He nodded.
"You're shagging Malfoy?" He didn't know if she was more appalled by the fact that he was shagging someone or by the fact that it was Malfoy. Once she was over her initial shock, she asked exactly what Harry had been waiting for: "Are you sure he's safe? He's Lucius Malfoy's, a Death Eater's, son."
"Hermione,' he tried to sound reassuring. "I'm positive that he's 'safe', as you put it. He loves me, and I love him. There is nothing more blatantly obvious than that, if only you looked for it. Draco's always telling me to hide my emotions for him because he's worried that someone will find out about us. That proves-"
"To save his own skin, Harry!"
"Yes, I'm not going to lie to you and make him sound like a Gryffindor, or a Hufflepuff- he'd kill me if I did that. He is just as scared for his own life and his own well being, but doesn't that just prove my point? As scared as he is, he still risks his life to be with me because he loves me."
"Or because that's what V-Voldemort wants him to do," she retorted.
"NO, Hermione. Even since before I started going out with him, he had already changed. Didn't you notice it? He is not on Voldemort's side." She sighed. She could detect a losing battle when she saw one, especially if she was on the losing side. Harry would not be deterred.
"Okay, Harry, I just hope you know what you're doing."
"I do. Now, the reason I told you about him is because I'm dying to talk to someone about him, about us."
"So let's talk then," and talk they did, until Madame Pince kicked them out of the library. Hermione was quick to notice that Harry had not lied. He was very much in love with Draco Malfoy. The question was: did Malfoy love Harry as much as he said he did?
"Sweetheart, he's gone, remember?" she said lovingly. "Now, let's get out of here. What are you doing in this closet anyway?"
"What closet? What do you mean Fred's gone?"
"Just open your eyes, dear." George's hand flew to his eyes. Indeed, they were closed. He opened them to find that he was sitting in a closet at the Burrow. His mother was standing before him offering her hand to help him up. He took it, and as soon as he did...
He was at a party.
"What are we celebrating?" he asked his mum.
"Why Fred's death, of course!" she said with a smile.