This is for WinchestersPie, at his/her request, I write this! Rated M. Fem!Draco, Harry x Draco, Brave!Ron, Hermione x Ron. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!
Much to Harry and Draco's surprise, there were no rumors about the two of them ever being together during Christmas Break. They were both very thankful that no one heard about them, as it allowed them to sneak out and have sex in the Room of Requirement almost every night. Despite what Harry told Hermione, this was definitely not a one-time thing. They were more careful about it, and no one seemed to notice their absence. Except for Hermione, of course.
"Harry, are you going to go see Draco again, tonight?" Hermione asked abruptly, books clutched against her chest, frown etched on her face. Harry choked on his pumpkin juice.
"W- what?" He spluttered after Ron thumped him on the back and pumpkin juice sprayed everywhere. Hermione vanished the drink that was all over the table and rolled her eyes.
"I know where you've been going every night, you know. You're a very easy person to follow," Hermione sat down next to Harry.
"Mate, why didn't you just tell us you two are going out?" Ron said, looking around Hermione at Harry.
"We're not…" Harry mumbled. Hermione scoffed.
"What do you mean 'we're not'?" Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Well, nobody's supposed to know, so, as far as you're concerned, we're not," Harry shrugged. Hermione turned red, but dropped the subject.
Draco watched Hermione with careful eyes for a few weeks after she confronted Harry. If she noticed their relationship, what else could she see? Draco hoped she would just stick her nose is somebody else's business. Luckily, Harry told her, she was pretty distracted at the moment, with none other than Ron.
Hermione was looking over Harry and Ron's homework, again. She felt pretty bad because she got in an argument with Ron, and made a jibe about Percy. She was going to apologize and do anything to get on Ron's good side again, she didn't like the way he treated her lately.
"Ron, Amortentia is spelled A-M-O-R-T-E-N-T-I-A , not- Ron, what's wrong?" Hermione looked up from the potions essay Ron still needed to finish. Ron was staring at her intently.
"Have you read it all, yet?" Ron asked her, leaning off the edge of his seat.
"Er, no. What's wrong, Ron? You're acting very strange," Hermione's eyebrows were knitted together in concern. Ron sighed.
"Just read it all, Hermione," he said, burying his face in his hands. Hermione looked back at the essay, occasionally glancing at Ron.
The Omortentia potion is the most powerful love potion in the world. It's said that every person smells something different, and the steam rises in characteristic spirals. For example, I smell my mother's homemade fudge, coconut, and vanilla bean. The spirals sort of look like an otter.
Hermione sucked in a breath. She used vanilla body wash. Her favorite food was coconut. Her patronus was an otter. Was Ron… In love with her?
"Ron?" She whispered, not daring to speak louder, afraid she was wrong. He looked up and smiled at her, a little apprehensive.
"Did you get it?" Hermione nodded. She leaned forward and kissed him. They were slow, patient kisses, like they had all the time in the world.
They hardly noticed when almost all the Gryffindor's started clapping and cheering. They barely realized that when Ron was on top of Hermione an hour later in his bed that Seamus fled the room. They didn't know that Harry and Neville shot up and ran away when they saw Hermione take off her shirt. They didn't notice that they were the only ones up there for hours. They only saw each other.
"I love you, Hermione," Ron told her, laying down beside her naked body.
"I love you, too, Ron," Hermione whispered, turning over and resting her head on Ron's chest. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, lover by her side.
Draco snorted when Harry was done telling her what happened.
"Bet that's weird," Draco said.
"Yeah, they're my best friends," Harry said, rubbing her back. They were currently in the Room of Requirement, in a large bed, cuddling together after a long, amazing night.
"Are they disgusting to be around?" Draco asked, playing with a strand of Harry's jet-black hair. She was surprised to find that she was actually interested in Ron and Hermione's relationship, and by how much she loved Harry's hair.
"You've got no idea," Harry said, and placed a kiss on her forehead. Draco smiled.
"That's why we're keeping it secret," Draco said.
"I know. I'm not saying we shouldn't. We're supposed to be enemies, after all," Harry laughed softly. Draco snuggled closer to him, intertwining a leg with his, and made herself comfortable.
"Yeah," Draco said, not at all regretting that she had many a secret.