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Summary: Harry is caught in a love triangle to rival all else. He's found himself questioning his sexuality and is owning up to his attraction to Draco Malfoy. Meanwhile Draco is cozying up to Hermione, who won't give him the time of day. And Hermione keeps thinking there's hope for her and Harry to have a future together. It's a tangled web of emotions and will anyone get what they want? Set a couple of years after Hogwarts ended. Told from Harry's POV. Drarry, with undertones of Harmony and Dramione.
Three is a Crowd
I wasn't going to let another week go by without seeing Draco, so I made it a point to be in his way at work. At lunch times, he couldn't escape me, because I was right there under his nose. He was semi-exasperated with me at first and tried to get me to go away, but he finally relented when he saw that I wasn't going anywhere. The only problem was, I usually ate with Hermione so she was standing dutifully by my side as well. Which was less good for me. But I couldn't be heartless and tell her she was on her own because I was chasing some hot man ass through the cafeteria. She understood my plight though and promised she wouldn't let him flirt. She'd shut him down really fast and actually get angry if need be, instead of just brushing it off like she usually did.
Today when Draco saw us coming at him with our lunch trays he just rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair with his arms above his head.
"Well, well, it's my little following of groupies. Come to eat lunch with me?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Yes, I'm not letting you ignore me this time, Draco." I announced as I sat down across from him with Hermione.
"What about you, sweetheart? You don't want me to ignore you either?" he asked Hermione.
"I'm just here for Harry. I don't want to eat alone."
"Pity. We could have a nice time if you were here for me," he said with a seductive look.
"Just cut the crap, Malfoy. We all know who's tongue was in your mouth the other night and it wasn't Hermione's," I said boldly and with a little sideways grin at having gotten him good.
He sat forward in his chair.
"Keep your fucking voice down, will you? People will hear stuff!" he chided me angrily.
"So what? I'm not going to be ignored."
"God do you know who you sound like? That psycho lady from Fatal Attraction. You need to dial it down a bit," Draco informed me, and I suppose he was right. That wasn't the look I was going for. Psycho stalker. I just wanted him to acknowledge me and be friends like we promised.
"Okay, sorry. Bad choice of words. But I still wanna be your friend, you know? And friends don't ignore each other at lunch. They sit together and talk," I explained.
"Right. Okay. I have some other people I usually sit with though," he mentioned.
"Where are they?" I wondered idly.
"They're over there. Looking at me strangely, wondering why I'm sitting with you two. I'll just have to make something up about work needing to be discussed. Or that I'm dating Hermione. That would work," he chimed in as he reached over and tried to take her hand, but she pulled it away.
"Nice try, Malfoy. But I'm not dating you. We've already had this conversation," she said with a sigh as she dug into her food.
"Well I'm certainly not holding hands with Potter over the table. Everyone would make fun of me for the rest of my life," he scoffed.
"Thanks a lot, Draco. That makes me feel real good. So you're saying you'd never hold hands with me in public?" I asked somewhat sadly.
"Of course not. Besides, you said we could be affectionate in private. Remember? Remember my dear old dad and his spies? Well don't think they aren't inside here too. In fact, my usual friends I think are his spies. They'll probably report back to him today about me not sitting with them. My life is way more complicated than yours," he explained.
He was right that I said we could only be affectionate in private. I did say that. And meant it. But the actuality of it kind of sucks. To be something or someone that your lover is ashamed of? It hurts. It feels like we're living back in the Dark Ages when people covered this shit up or else they'd lose their jobs or their families. But these days people were so much more accepting. But not Draco's family. They were the very definition of old fashioned. They'd never understand. And I knew that just as much as Draco knew it.
"If it's really going to get you into trouble with your dad, we could leave and sit someplace else," I offered in a small voice.
"Nah, it's fine. I'll come up with an excuse. But you honestly didn't expect us to play footsie under the table or hold hands, did you?" he asked me curiously.
"No, I didn't expect that. I'm not daft. I just wanted to hang out as friends. Like we promised we'd be."
"Yeah, well you're a shitty friend when you've got your lips and hands all over me. Is that what he does to you in private, Hermione? Make out with you?" he teased.
"No. Although I sort of wish he would. But Harry has never made out with me. Other than that kiss you forced on us, we've never gotten frisky. Sorry to burst your bubble," Hermione informed him with a tinge of regret in her voice.
"What's wrong with you, Potter? Hermione would be willing, you know? You'd just have to grab her and kiss her until she couldn't breathe anymore. She'd be putty in your hands," Draco told me seriously.
"But I'm gay. Why would I want that?" I asked shaking my head.
"Don't say that too loud! Someone will hear you!" he told me, looking around at other tables.
"So what?" I said with confusion.
"Look it's cool to say it in private or even in public where there's nothing but Muggles around. But at WORK? Are you out of your mind?" he asked with wide eyes.
"God Draco, you're such a homophobe these days. You started out like, 'oh I'd let a dude suck my dick!' and now you're like, 'don't say the word gay in front of company!' What is your damage?" I asked, not understanding him at all.
"Look, there's a time and a place for everything. And work is a professional environment where we don't talk about being gay or the sex we had last Tuesday with some blonde from a bar. We're supposed to be professionals talking about work. And that's it," he explained.
"Since when? I hear people talking about all kinds of shit in the elevators and the hallways. And you had sex last Tuesday with a blonde in a bar?" I asked, not liking the sound of that.
Draco shrugged.
"Might have. But it doesn't matter. My father said work was for work. And private time was when you gossiped or talked about personal things. Like in the lounge at the house. He'd invite his cronies over and they'd drink Cognac and smoke cigars and talk about things my young ears weren't supposed to hear. But sometimes I'd sneak in and hide under the piano and I heard all sorts of strange things. Most of them I didn't understand because I didn't know what blow jobs were or what swingers parties were, but now I know. And god do I wish I didn't know, but that's beside the point. That's where you talk about shit like that," Draco explained in one breath.
"Swingers parties? Do I even want to know?" I asked trying to stifle laughter.
"It wasn't my parents! Thank god. But it was someone's parents. And they'd never dream of talking about that outside the lounge."
"I don't have a fucking cognac and cigar lounge in my house. Where are we supposed to talk about this stuff?" I wondered.
"Your bloody living room is good enough. I just meant, not at work. Give me some dignity."
"Fine. Dignity. You act as if being gay means you're less of a man or less of a person. It doesn't mean that. And you need to understand that," I said whispering as to not alert anyone to our conversation.
"You know, you two lot fight and bicker like two old marrieds already. You're worse than Harry and I," she said to Draco with a laugh.
"We do not fight like old marrieds," he scoffed.
"Do too. All you do is fight and then make out in my living room," she pointed out, as she finished her salad.
"Bite your tongue," Draco said giving her a look.
"I call it how I see it," she shrugged.
"We really do bicker a lot," I pointed out with a grin.
"That's because you're impossible to get along with!"
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Okay, enough! You both suck sometimes," Hermione sighed holding up her hands.
"Alright maybe we do bicker a lot," Draco conceded in a small voice. "But we're not married."
"Yet," I grinned, just trying to get under his skin.
"Potter, I will hex you. Right in the middle of this cafeteria," he threatened me.
"I'm quaking in my boots, Malfoy."
"You should be."
"Last time I fought you I disarmed you in a second," I told him.
"Last time you really fought me, I ended up bloody and broken on a bathroom floor. Thanks for that, by the way. I never had a chance to say thanks for fucking my shit up like that," he said somewhat bitterly.
"I didn't know what that spell did!" I said defensively.
"Great! So why not try it out on Draco, right? Stupid prat. Thank god Snape was there to fix me."
"I'm sorry about that. But it only further proves you don't want to hex me because I'll win," I pointed out.
"You cheat."
"I do not cheat! How can you cheat at spells?"
"You use weird ones or unforgiveable ones. That's cheating. I'm trying to fight fair and I get sliced up!"
"Excuse me? Fight fair? I seem to recall you were about to crucio me, mate. That's not exactly fighting fair," I reminded him.
"I didn't know what else to do to you!"
"Oh my god, stop it! Old marrieds. I'm telling you. If you don't shag each other soon, one of you is going to kill the other one!" Hermione scoffed and stood up from the table and marched off.
We just sat there for a second and realized we were fighting way too much for normal humans. It was just our way of getting the sexual tensions out without actually having sex. Only Draco refused to acknowledge that and said Hermione was smoking crack. And then he got up to leave too, and it was just me sitting there alone with my untouched lunch. But I wasn't hungry anymore. So I just tossed it away and went back to my desk early.
Friday came upon us, and it didn't really take that long before everyone was gossiping about the newest threesome in the cafeteria. Draco never went back to his usual friends and we all there would sit in the caf and eat our lunch and laugh and fight and talk smack to each other. There was also a lot of flirting, to my dismay between Draco and Hermione, but he always started it. She would try and shut it down, but sometimes I caught her playing along with him. It made me wonder if she really liked him more than she said she did. After all, she did want to date him until I told her how I felt. Maybe I was standing in the way of true love between the two of them? Maybe Draco wasn't really into me as much as I thought and he really did want her? I wasn't sure. I was more concerned about whether or not she wanted him. And sometimes I swore she did. And it wasn't that she was being a bad friend, it was just that I don't think she could help herself. Draco was charming, even if an asshole at times. And I was worried he'd managed to worm his way into Hermione's heart as well as my own. That would just be a huge disaster. But I tried not to dwell on it because she said they were just friends and nothing more.
But it was Halloween today and we were discussing what our plans should be. Go to a bar, pass out candy to trick or treaters, or go to a party Draco knew of. We couldn't really decide. Hermione wanted to pass out the candy, I wanted the bar, and Draco wanted the party. Sure, we could have all split up and gone our separate ways, but we wanted to spend the night together. So we agreed to a compromise. We'd do all three. We'd pass out candy early, then shut off the lights and go to the party for a while, then end up at the bar. It seemed like a perfect plan. Hermione was dressed like a sexy fairy and had sparkly wings and a tattered lace skirt with flesh colored fishnet stockings and heels. She was gorgeous, even I had to admit. I'm gay, but not blind. And when Draco came to our door and saw her, he almost fell over. She had a corset style top on that pushed everything God gave her up under her chin and even if she was a smaller chested woman, she didn't look it in this outfit. Draco had to roll his tongue back into his mouth before he could even say hello. Which he did by saying trick or treat and holding out his hands for some candy, as he leaned over and gave Hermione a small kiss on the cheek. I seethed as I watched them and cursed myself for being the dirty little secret. The two of them together were so utterly ordinary it hurt. And me and Draco, well that was shameful to him. And I hated it.
For Draco's costume, he chose to be a vampire. His hair was slicked back, this time with gel, and he had a suit on with a cape. He had blood on his lips and white powder on his face. He looked incredibly handsome too. And I had to admit to myself that he and Hermione made a stunning couple. It made me want to throw up though. I hoped they wouldn't end up together. For my part, I was dressed like a mummy with bandages around my arms and legs and my head. I realized now as I caught my reflection in a mirror, that I looked ridiculous. I didn't look sexy at all. Mummy's weren't sexy. Leave it to me to wrap myself in old bandages while Draco wore a polished suit and Hermione wore a corset and fishnet stockings. Just the probabilities alone of who was going to hook up at the end of the night excluded me entirely.
When Draco walked up to me he gave me a once over then he chuckled slightly.
"What are you supposed to be, Potter? A tampon?" he asked with a sneer on his face.
"Fuck you. I'm a mummy."
"I think it's funnier if you're a tampon."
God, this night was gonna suck. Every time I thought it wouldn't suck, it sucked. And it was all because of Draco. Why did I even like him at all?
"You're the one who likes to suck blood, so maybe you're the tampon," I shot back at him lamely.
"Eww. That's going too far. I suck neck blood. Let's be very clear about that. And vampires are sexy. Tampons, or rather, mummies are not."
"I was going for scary, not sexy. I didn't realize we were supposed to be sexy," I admitted.
"Sure, everyone knows that. It's the only way to get laid on Halloween. The women dress slutty and the men try and dress as sexy as possible to scoop them up."
"But I'm not looking to scoop up a slutty cheerleader or whatever," I informed him.
"There's still time to change. You should be something better. Like a sports star. Put on your Quidditch robes," he told me.
"But no one knows what Quidditch is at the Muggle bar," I reminded him.
"So? We're not going there until last and everyone will be too drunk to care what you are," he informed me. "Now go put on the robes. You'll look better. And bring your broom too!"
I trudged halfway up the stairs and then I looked back and saw Draco grab Hermione's butt and she smacked him away but she was laughing way too much. If she was really pissed, like she should have been, she would have pulled out her wand or punched him in the face. I did not like this scene, so I interrupted it.
"Draco! Help me find my robes upstairs. I don't know where I put them," I said, and it wasn't a complete lie. I hadn't worn them in years. They were in a dusty box somewhere.
"Find them yourself! Hermione and I are handing out candy!" he called back up to me.
"I really need help!"
"Go help him," Hermione nudged Draco.
He rolled his eyes and followed me up the stairs.
"You do realize I was making some headway with Hermione and you ruined it, yet again," he sighed.
"Did I now? Hmm, sorry about that," I said not looking back at him because I had a devious grin on my face. I was pleased with my handiwork.
Once we got to my room, I realized it was the first time he'd ever been in there. It wasn't anything special and it certainly hadn't been witness to anything interesting in its days as my room, but I hoped to change all that.
"Can you help me get these bandages off?" I asked him, hoping he'd enjoy undressing me, or rather unwrapping me. But he just pulled out his wand and everything unraveled and fell to the floor. I wasn't anticipating that. "Er, thanks." I muttered unhappily.
"I don't see why you need me up here. I don't know where your bloody robes are," he told me.
"You could at least help me look. They're in my closet somewhere," I told him as I opened it up and started rooting through it.
"God you have a lot of crap," he noted.
"I know. I don't like to throw stuff out. I never had anything growing up so I like to keep mementos of things," I admitted.
"I hate clutter. My flat is clutter free and I know where everything is."
"Do you know where your Quidditch robes are?" I asked curiously.
"Of course. I have them on my wall," he smiled proudly.
"Your wall? You display them like trophies, of which you never won," I asked with a smirk.
"I'm proud of my Quidditch skills. What can I say? Maybe I never won the cup, but I was a damn fine player."
"Yeah, you were formidable. I'll hand you that. But I always was better," I grinned.
He stuck his tongue out at me for that and I just leaned over and kissed him before he could stop me.
"Don't Potter. I thought I said we were friends," he protested.
"We are. But you also said in private I could do stuff like that. And it doesn't get much more private than my bedroom," I informed him, moving closer, like a cat stalking its prey.
"Don't do it," he said giving me a look and back up away from me, but he wasn't moving very fast.
I got right in his face and asked him to tell me to stop again. He just looked at me and smiled.
"You gonna make me stop?" I asked breathlessly inches away from his mouth.
"Maybe."
I leaned forward and kissed him again and this time he didn't try to pretend he didn't want it. He grabbed me up tight and shoved me against my dresser and I felt his hands digging into my arms so hard that I knew he was leaving bruises. And his kisses were just as fervent. Before I even knew what I was really doing, I had broken free from his grasp and was on my knees. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard cock and held it in my hands. It was a sight to behold and I wanted so badly to put it in my mouth and take all of him into me. He didn't look like he was going to stop me either. In fact when I looked up at him he just gave me a smoldering glare.
"Do it," he uttered in the throes of frenzied lust.
And I took his cock into my mouth and began licking it and sucking it hard. To be quite honest, I had no idea what I was doing. I just hoped it felt good. It sure seemed to. He was making sounds and his knees were almost buckling and grabbed a fistful of my hair and held my face down over his cock so I couldn't move really and just had to keep sucking it. Then he sort of thrust his cock into my mouth while holding my head still and basically fucked my mouth. I was in heaven. He tasted so good and he hadn't even cum yet. I could taste the pre-cum and the sweat on his skin and it was glorious. He finally started moaning and gasping and I felt his body tense up and his cum shot into my mouth. I'd never experienced anything like that before and I didn't know exactly what to do except swallow it down and then he loosened his grip on my hair and let his hands fall to his sides. I licked up every last drop of him and then I pulled back and tucked his semi-hard cock back into his pants. Then I looked up at him.
"Did you like that?" I asked hopefully, thinking that this might solidify my spot in the rankings as to who he'd rather be with. Hermione wasn't sucking his dick. But I did. He just stood there with his eyes closed for a minute until he could finally speak.
"That was fucking incredible. You really suck dick like a champ," he patted me on the back lamely.
"Uh, thanks. I guess. It was my first time," I admitted.
"Well you did good. I can barely feel my legs. But let's just keep this between us eh? I don't want Hermione to know okay?" he said conspiratorially.
"What? Why not?" I was confused.
"Because I just don't want her to know," he shrugged.
"Alright. Will you kiss me again now?" I asked hopefully.
"Not unless you gargle or something," he said turning up his nose.
Apparently he didn't want cock mouth in his mouth, even if it was his own damn cock. He made zero sense to me. And I had a feeling that I was going to regret blowing him. But I wanted to so badly. And I know he fucking liked it. He's a huge liar if he said he didn't like it. But now he wants to keep it a secret from Hermione? Fuck that. I was going to tell her the first chance I got. I didn't really care what he said. She was my friend first and friends tell friends things like, I just blew the hot guy we've been hanging out with for weeks.
I went to the bathroom and I gargled with mouthwash, as instructed and then I came out to find Draco in one of my boxes of old stuff and he'd found my invisibility cloak. He'd wrapped it around his shoulders and nothing but his head and his feet were showing.
"Bloody hell. This is fantastic! Did you ever sneak into the girls dorms with this on?" he asked me curiously.
"Uh no. I didn't want to do that. And also, charms repelled boys even invisible ones," I pointed out.
"True. I hadn't thought of that. But what about the girls bathroom? I know for a fucking fact you spent time in the girls bathroom brewing potions with your mates," he said excitedly.
"How'd you know that?" I wondered curiously because I'd never told him that.
"Myrtle told me. If you don't recall, I used to talk to Myrtle a lot. I cried in those fucking bathrooms more than Myrtle herself did. She told me all about you."
"Why'd she tell you about me?"
He shrugged.
"I don't know. To cheer me up. Said you'd probably get in trouble too. Only I knew you weren't going to get in as much trouble as me, seeing as how I was trying to kill someone."
Ugh, I'd momentarily forgotten about that somehow. But leave it to Draco to remind me why I used to hate him so much. But I shook it off and changed the subject.
"So can you put the cloak back? I'm saving it someday in case I ever need it for work. If they ever fucking let me go out on my own that is," I sighed.
He took it off and placed it back in the box and then he pulled out my old Quidditch robes. He held them up.
"Perfect! And they aren't even moth eaten or anything. You're lucky."
I grabbed them up and decided to put the whole ensemble. I stripped off my clothes and grabbed the Quidditch outfit. I noticed Draco staring at my body and he looked interested, but when I looked him in the eyes, he averted them and just turned around and let me have my privacy to change. He was so weird. His dick was just in my mouth and now he was too shy to see my underwear? He was fucking with my head big time and I hated it. But I pulled on the outfit and it was only slightly snugger than I remember it being and the trousers were a little short. I'd grown a little since I'd last worn them. But they were passable.
"How do I look?" I asked curiously holding out my arms.
He turned back around and looked at me.
"Stunning. Perfect. Now that's a sexy outfit."
"Thanks. Yours is sexy too. But you knew that. Except your bloody mouth paint is all smeared now. You look like you've been kissing for sure," I pointed out. "But note how my mouth is clean. I washed it in the bathroom so as not to give away who you'd been kissing. Except I'm afraid your dick probably has makeup all over it," I chuckled.
"Shit. Fuck. I need to wash up. Hermione will know something went down if my face is all smeared." He headed towards the bathroom and I just let him go.
Then I called out to him.
"Why don't you want Hermione to know anyway? Eventually she will. She's our friend too. She'll probably be mad she was out of the loop."
"I don't want her to know I let you suck me off. That's private. Between us. And yes, she's my friend, but she doesn't need to know every detail of my life."
"Fine okay."
I didn't agree with this at all. And like I said before, I was going to tell her whether he liked it or not. I suspected he just didn't want her to know because it'd ruin his chances with her. And I wanted to ruin those chances. I didn't want there to be any chances with her. It was a selfish dick move, I know. But it was one I felt I needed to make. Because really, why would Hermione want a sexually confused boyfriend anyway? If she wanted that, she'd just be with me.
Once Draco got his face cleaned up he realized he had no more face paint and therefore his costume was in jeopardy. So I told him to ask Hermione for red lipstick to borrow. It'd work in a pinch. So we went back downstairs and she was happily handing out candy to little kids, and she noted my change of costume.
"What happened to your mummy costume?"
"Draco said it was lame so I went with Quidditch star instead," I explained.
"But Muggles at the bar won't know what that is," she pointed out.
"I know! That's what I said! But Draco said they'd all be drunk by then and not care what I was."
"Where's your face paint, Draco? Your blood is gone," Hermione noted, giving us both a look.
I just smiled and Draco said he had to wipe it off because it got smudged.
"Smudged huh? I won't even ask how," she laughed slightly, giving me a knowing look.
"Can he borrow some red lipstick?" I asked curiously.
"Yeah sure. Harry? You man the trick or treaters and I'll go upstairs and get the lipstick," she said to me.
"I'm coming with you!" Draco called after her, and before I could protest he was up the stairs after her, leaving me with a line of little kids coming to the door.
It's not that I hated kids or anything, I just felt like I didn't understand them. But I tried to be polite and tell them their costumes were cute as I dumped too much candy into their bags. And then I just seethed because Hermione and Draco were gone for a really long time. Way too long to just be applying lipstick. I wanted to march up there and burst in the room and find out what was going on. But I didn't want to be stupid and I also couldn't leave my post at the door. But finally after eons they emerged from upstairs and Hermione looked different somehow and Draco had perfectly applied red lipstick around his mouth. I looked at her mouth and saw no traces of red. But she looked shaky and wobbly and she looked guilty. That's what I noted first. Guilt. And she wouldn't look at me right away. But Draco had swagger. He looked like he'd just fucked a movie star or something and I immediately began to panic. Were they fucking around behind my back? Was it possible? Would Hermione do that to me? I knew Draco would do it to me in a heartbeat, but would Hermione? I didn't think so, but I wasn't sure and I just kept looking at her and she kept looking away from me. I needed to know what was going on.
"Hermione can I see you in the kitchen for a second?" I asked almost as shrilly as Hermione could be sometimes.
She looked at me like a deer in the headlights and then she just nodded and walked to the kitchen. I looked at Draco.
"You man the candy door, we'll be back."
I walked into the kitchen and looked at her and said to spill it. I knew there was something I didn't know.
She just held her head in her hands.
"Nothing happened! I swear!" she said imploring me to believe her.
"Then why do you look so guilty and Draco looks like he just fucked Miss Universe?"
"He didn't fuck me! God no! He just kissed me. I tried to stop him. I really did! But then I got a little caught up in it. I lost my mind for a moment. Just a moment! But then I stopped him and told him no," she explained.
"I sucked his dick when we went upstairs together," I announced unceremoniously just to get it off my chest, especially at this little declaration.
"You did what?"
"You heard me. I sucked his dick. And he liked it! And now he's kissing you? What the fuck is his deal?" I asked with incredible annoyance. Not really with her, but with him. He was playing us both.
"I told you he was nothing but trouble! I warned you, Harry! And I didn't even listen to myself because I let him kiss me. But it was such a good kiss," she added even though it pained her to do so.
"No shit he kisses good. I feel like I can barely breathe when he kisses me," I admitted dreamily.
"And the way he grabs your hair, not too hard, but just enough?" she added excitedly.
"Holy shit, we're both falling for this creep. This can't be real!" I cried, pacing back and forth.
"I'm not falling for him! I-I just liked the kiss! But no, no, no. I will not fall for Draco Malfoy. He's all yours," she held up her hands.
"Face it Hermione. You like him. You can tell me a million times that you don't, but I see you two together. I'm not blind."
"Yeah? Well I didn't suck his dick! I never would do that to you! I mean it. You can have him!"
"You kissed him. That's bad enough."
"No it's not. It's not near bad enough as what you did," she protested.
"But you liked it. That's what counts," I said softly, realizing what a twisted piece of crap my life had become.
"So what if I liked it? I promised you I wouldn't go for him and I won't," she said, near tears.
"Why are you crying?" I wondered curiously.
"I-I'm not crying. I'm just sad. I'm a terrible friend. I didn't mean to be," she admitted, the floodgates opening.
I pulled her towards me and held her tightly. I kissed her forehead.
"No, you're not a terrible friend. Draco is a player. And I think he needs a taste of his own medicine."
"What do you mean?"
"I say we play a trick on him tonight. It is trick or treat after all, isn't it?" I said deviously giving her a look.
"What do you mean?"
"I say you and me are all over each other tonight and we ignore the fuck out of him. He thinks he's all that, but you and me should flirt up a storm and make out right in front of him. He won't even know what's happening!" I exclaimed proudly.
"You want to make out with me?" she asked somewhat hopefully.
"Well for the purposes of getting Draco pissed off. But you know I'd really want to if I wasn't gay," I explained.
"I know. It's just I wouldn't want this to be gross for you," she said softly.
"Gross? Pfft. No. It's not gross. I love you. I just normally don't want to stick my tongue down your throat, but it's definitely not gross. So don't worry. I just wanna see Draco be confused as hell for once and not know what the fuck to do," I said somewhat evilly.
"I like that plan. I like it a lot. And it's almost time for that party with his friends. He'll be thinking he can get me for sure after that kiss upstairs. But nope!" she laughed with me.
"Alright. Perfect plan. We stick together. And act like we've been a couple for years. He won't know what hit him."
"He could just say fuck both of us and run off with some other girl."
"Nah, he's too invested in us. Trust me."
We held hands and swore to keep up this charade for the entire night, no matter what. Draco might not believe it right away, but we were going to make it convincing if it killed us both to do it. It wasn't much of a hardship for Hermione, but for me it was a little more awkward. But it was my brilliant plan, so I had to stick with it.
When we came out of the kitchen, Hermione smoothed down her clothes and wiped at her mouth to make it seem like we'd been making out. We noticed that Draco noticed her doing it and his eyebrow went up. I just smiled like the cat that swallowed the canary and asked if he was ready to go to the party yet. It was his friends party and he's the one who knew how to get there. He just managed a smile and said sure, and we closed down the fort to trick or treaters and apparated to this party. It was at a big house in the country and it turned out it was Blaise Zabini's place. I didn't really know him, but I remembered him from school. Needless to say we weren't friends. And when he saw me and Hermione he looked kind of disgusted that Draco would bring us along.
"Draco, my man. What gives? Why the stragglers? Potter and Granger? Is this a Halloween trick or something?" he laughed slightly as he half hugged Draco.
"Nah, they're my mates. I realize it's very strange, but we all work together. The past is the past. They're actually not so bad once you get to know them," Draco informed his friend, and I was actually shocked at how well he stood up for us.
Blaise still looked kind of annoyed but then he shook my hand.
"Thanks for saving us, Potter. I never actually thanked you for that," he said awkwardly.
"No worries," I waved it away.
"And Hermione, is it? Nice to see you," he said extending his hand to her and she shook it lightly. "Feel free to mingle. Booze is to the left. Snacks are to the right. Dancing in the middle. Have fun!" And then he walked off.
"Not very friendly, is he?" Hermione said distastefully looking after him.
"He's not so open minded for friends as I am," Draco shrugged.
"You? Open minded about friends? That'll be the day," I scoffed.
"Hey, I'm friends with you lot aren't I? That never would have happened before! If I were any more open minded about the friends I made these days, my whole brain would fall out."
"That's true, honey. He really is more open minded these days about who he keeps company with," Hermione said, snuggling under my arm and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Honey?" Draco said looking at us oddly.
We just ignored him.
"Do you want to dance, sweetheart? Or do you want a drink first?" I asked Hermione as I brushed the hair out of her eyes and gazed at her lovingly.
"A drink, then dance!"
"Anything you want, beautiful," I said, and I whisked her away and left Draco in the dust.
I saw him mouthing the word 'beautiful' at me as I smiled at him, and then I just turned my head and went to the drink table.
"Is he confused yet?" Hermione asked as she poured herself some spiked punch.
"Oh yeah, he's getting there," I admitted as I poured my own punch.
"He'll never really believe this," she said as she took a sip of her punch and made a face at how strong it was.
"We're gonna make him believe it," I said determinedly.
We gulped down our drinks and poured a couple more and we were both starting to feel the effects of the alcohol in our system. It just made me less inhibited and a better actor. I was dancing with Hermione like I really wanted her and I think everyone around us was fooled. I heard people gossiping about how they didn't realize we were together and a couple, and I just smiled and let them think that. I kissed Hermione several times on the lips, even if it was maybe a little tamer than it could have been since I didn't use my tongue, but it was enough that other people's tongues were wagging. And we spied Draco just standing in a corner unable to believe his eyes. He had a glass of punch and he was drinking it while intently staring us down with a look in his eyes that can only be described as murderous. I hadn't seen that look in his eyes since he stomped on my face in the train car that one time. It felt pretty good.
But then he marched over to us and grabbed both of our shoulders and pulled us off the dancefloor.
"What the fuck are you two doing?" he asked not so kindly.
"What do you mean? We're dancing?" I said giving him a look like I had no idea what he meant.
"You're also kissing. And groping. Since when do you two do that?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm kinda drunk, so I dunno. I figured maybe I really am straight? And Hermione wants me, so we're just giving it a good go," I shrugged and slurred my words more than necessary to make it seem like I was drunker than I was.
"Yeah, Harry said he fancied me and wanted to try it out. So I said, why not? So far, so good. Right pumpkin?" she asked giving my nose a little kiss.
"Definitely good," I smiled widely and pulled her in for a real kiss this time. I knew it had to be good in order to fool Draco so I used my tongue even though it pained me to do so. It wasn't gross, per say, it just felt wrong to kiss her in such a manner. But we were both troopers about it.
When we pulled back, Draco was just staring at us both. Then he smirked and shook his head.
"I get it. This is a game. And I'm the one being played. You two are fucking with me. I'm not daft. I know this isn't real," he said confidently.
"It is real! I love Harry!" Hermione said as she kissed my ear and actually sent involuntary shivers up my spine.
"It's true. I'm straight. I was confused before but now I'm not," I said trying to keep a serious face.
"Bollocks! You lot are fucking with me! God damn it. I actually believed it. For a minute! Not for long. But you got me. I thought you'd both gone mad," he laughed. "I wager the two of you spoke to one another then and found out I double dipped?" he said in a small voice.
"You did more than double dip, whatever the hell that means! You kissed me after letting Harry, you know what! I'm not gonna say it out loud, but you let him do it! And then you said you wanted me. You're a filthy player!" Hermione said breaking character as the jig was up and Draco was no fool.
"I'm sorry! I just can't fucking decide who or what I want! It's too hard!"
"Well you can't keep fooling around with both of us!" I shouted over the din of the crowd.
"You two are just as fucking guilty though! You keep letting me!" Draco pointed out and we realized we had no good witty comeback for that.
We were letting him do it. I knew he wanted Hermione too, and she knew I wanted Draco and Draco wanted everyone and everything and all of us kept falling into the trap. It was madness. And it had to end. Only I didn't know how to make it end. I wanted Draco so much. But I know I deserved better than to be someone's dirty secret. And Hermione? I think she wanted Draco just a tad more than she was letting on. And the feeling was quite mutual. And I didn't know what else I should do except maybe step back and just let them be together. It seemed like the right thing to do. I was just this gay jerk standing in the way of two people who might fall in love and have a real go of things. Draco was never going to let me into his life fully. He'd made that quite clear. But I didn't know how to stop loving him.
"You know what? I've had enough of this party," I announced not having anything to really say to Draco's declaration. And I wasn't really ready to give him up, but I felt like I should.
"I'll come with you, Harry," Hermione said, taking my hand.
"You don't have to. I kind of just want to be alone for a while. You stay and have fun okay? I mean it. Have fun. Forget me. And do what you want to do, Hermione. Even if I won't like it," I said giving her a kiss on the cheek and touching her face gently.
"Harry stop being so noble. I don't want to hurt you. I'd never hurt you on purpose," she said seriously.
"I know. But I'm not going to be hurt. Just enjoy yourself. Enjoy Draco. I mean it," I said stoically and then I just apparated away before either one of them could say another word or stop me.
But the truth was, I didn't really mean anything I just said. I wanted to mean it. I wanted to give Hermione to Draco if it meant they'd both be happy. But I could help my own feelings. Or wondering if I fit in anywhere with the two of them. I think it just wasn't meant to be. Just like how Hermione loved me as more than a friend, but I just couldn't be with her the way she wanted me to be. I think that's how Draco felt. He couldn't give me what I really wanted and deserved. So in that light, it was kinder to let them go and let them be together because at least they had a shot at happiness. With Draco, unless he changed his attitude immensely, we'd never be together for real. I'd always be the secret he hid. And I wanted more than that. I deserved more than that. And I was going to hold out for more than that. Even if it killed me.
To be continued….Please leave some feedback for this story! I'm hoping you all are enjoying this twisted love story.