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A/N: Hello you lot...sorry it took so long to update...I'm aware that previously i had stated there would no longer be these long waits in which you would just sit back and idle along as i twiddled my thumbs...since i did already kinda write the next few chapters...

Please read if you are confused within the crossover:

For those of you that are not prevy to Smallville, I encourage you to watch a few episodes, or, if you're too lazy to do that, you can always just get a briefing on the show through the internet or just watch an episode as it is extremely simple to understand. To my untainted Harry Potter fans...( as in fans that know little to nothing outside of the world of Harry Potter), it would behoove you to do the same, or at least realize that if you know anything about Superman, Smallville is a warped version of 'The Adventures of Superboy', in which the "Evil" Lex Luthor of Superman was once Superboy's best friend. It's complicated in a simple way, if you ask me... If you have any questions or you want me to explain Smallville to you, review or email me.

Notes about the following chapter are as such...

In previous chapters, I began from an -adult- point of view...as the chapters progress, i will instate the ever famous teenage angst or -teen- point of view. No, i will not be working in first or second person to achieve this level of "tuning down", as I hate fics that switch up so readily, however, i -will- be attempting to bring the drama down just a bit. This chapter, however is leading to some lime and maybe some really, really Mike's Hard Lemonade ( --do not own) type of smut... (smirk)

This fic, to all that have farther problems with homoreality, will be Lex/ Clark or Clark/ Lex, which means, in lamens terms: Lex will fuck Clark or Clark will fuck Lex. I'm not big with the heterosexual scenes, though, to serve all purposes of Dirty Secrets, I will have to "touch on" (maybe write some slight limes) female/ male pairs. I will warn you, prior to the chapter, just in case you do not want to read it, or I become prevy to the fact that you might have a problem with the pairing I am about to write.

Please, review, and tell me if you have any problems, at all, with the afore mentioned notes. Comments, questions and concerns will be rewarded with answers and new chapters.

(As for the numbers between chapters, refer to the previous chapter for the guideline)

Okay, now that all that serious shit is out of the way, let's get on to the actual chapter, finally...

Where we last left off...

Draco scowled slightly at the word, playing it off as a dislike for something the elder had said about Muggles when his lips actually formed the trademark facial feature while his mind followed a different train of thought. The word had sounded entirely too much like a certain raven haired Gryfindor and he groaned mentally, this just would not do. He did not notice the minute look Lex tossed his way a moment before he pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind.

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"Welcome to Luthor Manor, please keep all arms and legs in the vehicle until we have come to a complete stop," Clark teased lightly, placing Harry down when they stopped a few yards from the manor. Harry pouted, crossing his arms at the end of the ride.

"Why'd we stop here," and not at the door, the unspoken words caused a light smile to curve the corners of Clark's somewhat thin lips and he shrugged before his reply, striding up to the grand doors, Harry in toe.

"Cause Lex has cameras all over the place," Harry nodded thoughtfully at the answer, nibbling on his lower lips as his big eyes took in the large mansion, almost positive Malfoy's home looked exactly like this, if not bigger. Clark rang the doorbell, a big grin on his face, giving Harry the distinct impression that the tall farmer was up to something.

The door creaked open, a chubby little maid with the cutest cheeks opening it for them and smiling politely at Harry before caballing away. The little woman reminded him of a house elf when comparing her size and of Hagrid as her cheeks were a big, plump red. She was just so -cute-. Harry giggled a little girlishly to himself at the little woman's back, Clark by his side, shaking his head at the Gryfindor's antics. "Cute right?" Harry nodded enthusiastically at Clark's question, all of a sudden feeling giddy to spend the day with Clark and the hot bald guy, even if Draco (he meant Malfoy) went along with the package. "You're talking to yourself, again," Clark whispered when they came to a set of glass, white wood doors.

The little maid opened them after knocking three times precisely, revealing two Luthors and a Malfoy in mid conversation. Lex was the first to look up, his slight frown twitching upward in one of his half smiles as he rose from his perch on the side of Malfoy's chair, halting his father in mid tirade.

"Clark, what a pleasant surprise," Lex drawled, his voice prompting the Malfoy heir to look from Lionel to the door, a smirk curved his lips. There, beside the farmer boy, stood Potter, almost dwarfed by a pair of big, baggy pants and a loose shirt that he didn't look too bad in, appealing innocence and all.

Harry blinked around the large office for a second, taking in the many books, modern, yet Victorian décor, before allowing his eyes to take in the other occupants of the room besides himself, his cousin and the now exiting maid. He took in Clark's friend, an elderly man sitting across from a blonde, but not any blonde, -that- blonde. Reclining on a black leather couch, sat the blonde object of his woe and he mentally groaned at the sexual appeal Draco radiated. The Malfoy heir swirled a brown liquid around in a cup absently as he watched Harry, the silk of his white button up shirt catching light with his movements, navy blue designer pants crossed casually, the arm without the glass resting on the arm rest.

"Hey, Lex, you know, Harry, right?" his cousin's voice broke Harry from his stare and he turned his eyes to the hot bald guy, smiling politely as he offered his hand, pushing anything about Draco and his sex appeal to the innermost reaches of his mind.

"We've met," he grinned when Lex took his hand, the coolness almost pleasant against his slightly flushed, tan skin. He hadn't realized he'd been thinking about Draco enough to become flushed -already-. Lex's eyes were distinctly calculating, a half smile offered to Harry, who felt he'd missed some joke at the amused twinkle of the tall, young man's eyes.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Luthor," Harry offered nervously, chewing on his lower lip the moment Lex released his hand from his firm, cool grip.

"Please, Harry, call me Lex, the only Mr. Luthor here is my father," the drawling voice sent a shiver of something he could not place down his spine, a similar action beside him as he became desperately aware of Clark's presence. At Lex's cue, the older looking man stood and glided up to him.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Kent, I trust your mother is well," the man drawled, Harry felt Clark tense. He looked up at his cousin from the side and saw his eyes narrow slightly.

"She's fine," Clark's tight voice reassured him of the somewhat distrustful air surrounding the older man, the gray of his hair fading with the sound of his velvet voice.

"And you must be," Lionel glanced to his son as he scooped Harry's hand into his own, "Mr. Potter?" Harry felt little prickles of alarm shooting up his spine at, not only the contact, but also his name. His large green eyes flicked everywhere in panic. "I'm Lionel Luthor, Draco's uncle." His world stopped spinning so madly when his hand was released, though it teetered slightly and he edged toward Clark, almost hiding behind him when Draco rose from his seat to greet them.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Luthor," Harry mumbled, casting his eyes downward and trying to remember any of his self taught manners to prevent him from running out the door at the older man's closeness. Lex, he didn't mind because he reminded him a smidgen of Draco and had a calming, though dangerous air about him. But Lex's dad reminded him too much of Lucius Malfoy when he first saw the man, not at all pleased with any of the man before him.

He felt Clark step forward a bit when Draco, too, glided up to them. He had almost forgotten he had told his cousin all about his rivalry with the Slytherin. To his relief, Draco did not offer his hand nor have the expectancy of an offered hand, the blonde just standing there for a moment, looking both Harry and Clark over.

"Potter, Kent," he nodded, sipping tranquilly at his drink. The simple gesture seemed to lessen the tension of the room considerably and he felt Clark's tension ease slightly from his body though he had no idea why he had become so aware of his cousin in such a short time.

"As you can see, Clark, I'm in a bit of a meeting with my father and cousin, so, if you wouldn't mind, could you wait in the game room for us?" Lex asked calmly, slender, pale hands sliding into the pockets of his trousers. The man was all mystery appeal and play boy mansion owner. Harry tilted his head to the side slightly when he felt more tension ease from Clark's body, smiling in farewell politeness over his shoulder when Clark nodded and turned, Harry in toe.

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Harry grinned from ear to ear at all the new toys, Clark flopping gracelessly onto a comfortable looking beanbag, the large fluffy chair shaped object deflating somewhat at his weight.

"You look excited." Clark smiled, grabbing a remote for some game that looked oddly enough like PlayStation 2, Stars Wars: Immortality. He pushed the buttons at so fast a pace it would have put any advanced game player to shame. "I had the exact same face when I saw it," he grinned stupidly, glancing at Harry for a second before turning his eyes back to the large, wall size screen.

"It -is- nice," he agreed, wandering around, observing and poking at the many game stations, TVs, pool tables, dart boards, arcade games, ping-pong tables, as well as the racket room, tennis court, and computer room. "Why don't you like Mr. Luthor?" Harry asked suddenly, standing beside Clark's beanbag to watch him play for a moment.

"He's not exactly a good guy, I would almost go as far as to say he's as bad as that Lucius guy," Clark paused in his game for a moment and Harry decided not to pry.

"Okay." Harry wandered over to a large stereo contraption and pushed the big power button. As soon as he did so, 'Can You Keep Up' played loudly, drowning out the sounds from the TV and blasting the room. Harry shared a stupid grin with Clark before going to the other side of the huge room, grabbing a near by basketball and dribbling on the cement of the basketball court. Harry entertained the thought of the room being magically enlarged but decided not to dwell on it.

"Hey, Clark, wanna play some one on one?" Harry hoaxed, smiling mischievously when the farmer looked up from the game he had just won. The song changed to 'Get Back' and they both grinned stupidly at each other, heads nodding to the beat.

"Sure," he tossed the remote aside and crossed the cement to meet Harry. "Ten points?" Harry nodded and he took off his jacket, tossing it aside. "I don't plan on going easy on you just because you know my secret." The glint in both their eyes mirrored one another.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

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"But that still doesn't change the fact that they are below us."

"However below us they are, they still are of a certain value, much like house elves, Draco."

"House elves with too many troublesome thoughts, why not extinguish the threat while you still can?"

"Well, I think we've held up the boys long enough, don't you, Draco?" Lex interrupted the argument between his father and cousin, standing from his perch on the side of the Draco's chair, becoming utterly bored with the drabble in knowing that his cousin held no true emotion behind his argument, no matter that he was actually winning.

His father stood, as well as Draco, who finally finished his drink, the expensive glass disappearing with a wave of his hand. Draco nodded politely to Lionel, swaggering over to the door to wait for Lex. "You know the way out, Father," Lex half smiled, striding to Draco before opening the grand doors and sweeping out with a flourish.

"You know, your exit would have looked all the better if you had had robes on that wonderful frame of yours," Draco told him after a moment, matching strides with his cousin as they turned down hall after hall of the seemingly endless maze. Lex chuckled, turning once more before glancing at his cousin.

"Your flattery is lost on me, Draco, we -are- cousins, after all," Lex drawled and it was Draco's turn to chuckle, the pair stopping at a pair of gargantuan doors, the blonde observing them appreciatively before running a hand down Lex's arm.

"That didn't stop us before, dear cousin," they both chuckled secretively and the doors opened for them. They made it about two yards into the room before both paused in their casual stride, staring wide-eyed at the mini court before them. The room seemed to rise in temperature at the sight that greeted them and Lex wished silently that he had placed some cameras in here when monitoring the rest of the castle.

"You know, you're pretty good for some five foot nothing four eyes," Clark heaved, breathing heavily as he blocked the basket from Harry, moving from side to side as the Gryfindor tried to find an opening between Clark's constantly moving body and the basket. They moved to the sound of 'Karma'. He had never gotten tired before and was amazed at the shorter for his ability to cause the little beads of perspiration on his brow. Their banter was light as he found himself in awe over the little wizard before deciding the Gryfindor had somehow made him normal to even the playing field a bit. He shocked himself with good humor when he smiled, nearly a smirk instead of becoming worried at the idea.

"Resorting to name calling?" Harry was breathing just as heavily and he falsely moved right before rounding left, jumping as he made his shot only to have it shot down by Clark, the shirtless farmer smirking cockily at him. "Don't know why you're smiling so hard," Harry smirked back, the ball all of a sudden in his hand, "the game -is- nine, nine." He threw the ball again, this time nudging Clark out of the way as the tall boy went to jump block it. The ball slammed into the net with a jiggle, bouncing off the cement with no one to catch it. "Make that ten, nine." 'I'm Rick James, Club Style' came on and Harry started dancing to it, 'the heel-toe' a surprise victory dance. Clark shook his head warily.

"Why do I think you're as good a dancer as you are a basketball player?" Clark asked, unbuttoning the top of his jeans to get some air. Harry pulled off his wife beater, not hearing the issuing gasps in the room.

"Oh, you'd be right," he stopped his victory dance and wiped his sweaty forehead with his tank, tossing an arm around Clark's shoulders the best he could. "That's okay though, maybe next time," Harry grinned cockily. "Lex wouldn't happen to have some showers and a change of clothes near by would he?" He asked when Clark tickled his side, a laugh obscuring the question. Clark shrugged and looked to the door only to freeze in his light chuckle. Harry, seeing this, turned as well, just when 'Feel Me, Club Version' began to play.

"I think I have something for you," Lex drawled, bringing himself and his cousin from their daze after witnessing two tanned, muscled bodies flexing around each other. Maybe he could -join- them in their shower. Draco and Lex shared a smirk before the former snapped his fingers, towers materializing out of thin air. He held both of them out with a raised eyebrow, the Gryfindor blushing an apple red before he nodded his thanks and took the towel. Clark's eyes glanced from his cousin to Malfoy before accepting the other towel.

"Thanks," he grinned, Kent charm lighting the somewhat tension dulled room as he wiped his brow, "so you guys wanna do some two on two?" He shared a smile with Harry, whose blush had reseeded.

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Harry Potter stared at himself in the mirror, a thoughtful frown adorning his features as he observed his flawless figure with a critical brow, his bareness allowing the boy to examine himself farther though his full body flush had taken precedence. Though his eyes followed his form, his thoughts did not follow that path. Instead, he found himself pondering the enigma that was Draco Malfoy.

The blonde Adonis had somehow wormed his way into Harry's thoughts, similar to the way the potion's master had, whispering sweet nothings never uttered and promises never promised. It was mind-boggling, not to mention frustrating as he found the blonde now appealing rather than rude and attractive rather than unpleasant. Yeah, he was screwed.

He sighed to himself as he began to put back on his clean clothing, Lex having had his personal maid take care of the sweaty wear and Harry felt himself blush once again at the reminder of being in front of Malfoy and Malfoy's cousin, naked save for a robe. To his horror, as he had still not gotten over the ordeal, Clark had been the one to suggest it. He was still somewhat upset with his cousin for persuading him to undress and adorn the silky robe in favor of allowing the maid to take care of their clothing so they didn't have to go through the day smelling like that. He was even more upset when he remembered he was a -wizard- and didn't have to have his clothing cleaned manually, nor did he have to take a shower, mid-shower. He could have easy cast a spell, though their wands had been taken away, wandless.

The only factor in the situation that had made it any better was that Clark, too, undressed, the farmer blushing as hard as Harry when the Gryfindor pointed out that he needed a shower too. Lex and Draco both wore smirks that sent a shiver up his spine, the implication behind the smirks a tease in the light that they aroused him. Another sigh escaped his red lips, and he noted to himself that he would have to stop chewing on them if he didn't want to look like the pouf he was slowly becoming. Oh, he had known that he was attracted to males, yes, but he didn't know he was becoming so flamboyantly gay. Honestly, what straight man would think the word "cute"?

At this thought, his mind took a turn back to the blonde git. Even if Malfoy had not uttered a rude comment or made a rude gesture for the time they had been out of Hogwarts, nor after their "escapades" (here he blushed a darker red before calming slightly to a pink hue), the Gryfindor forced himself to remember that for the past six years, going on seven, Draco had been a complete arsehole.

Harry allowed himself to dwell on their first sexual encounter in the potion's room with only a semi-red flush, realizing suddenly that he had felt none of the after effects he had expected to feel, though how he -expected- to feel anything was beyond him as he was sure he had not been thinking much during or after the ordeal. He had heard Ron talk about how when men did "it" they felt soreness… "Back there".

Yes, our Golden Boy is, in fact, -that- innocent where he would think sex in terms of "doing it" and his ass as "back there". After being, he coughed to himself, pulling his shirt over his head, 'fucked' by Draco Malfoy, he didn't even feel the tenderness of his hole or ass which was strange in itself. By the time he pushed that thought in the back of his head for later analysis, he was fully dressed and blushing cherry.

A tentative knock came to the door as if on cue, as if waiting for Harry to come from his troubling, though arousing, thoughts, man was he -sick-. He heard Clark laugh on the other side of the door, the deep baritone a stark contrast to Harry's own somewhat girly voice, even if it had dropped an octave or so.

"You're talking to yourself again, Harry," Clark laughed from the other side of the door, "Oh, and Draco magic-ed me and my clothes clean so I don't have to get in the shower," the tone was amused and Harry stuck his tongue out at the door, running a hand through his still wet hair after turning back to the mirror. Clark only laughed a little louder and Harry sighed yet again, opening the expensive looking wood to glower at the tale alien. The taller smiled cheekily down at him. Harry punched him in the chest hard, tweaking Clark's surrounding atmosphere as he had done when they were playing basketball, drawing an "Uff" from Clark.

"You gotta tell me how you keep doing that," Clark muttered lowly to him as Harry stepped from the bathroom. Harry's eyes scanned the expanse of the room, catching Draco and Lex locked in what looked like a staring contest at the doors to the game room.

"Well," Lex greeted somewhat loudly when he realized they were being watched, "why don't we adjourn to the kitchen for some lunch?" He asked, already gliding out of the room with a smirking Draco in toe. Harry glanced at Clark in question, "what were they talking about?" the silent reservation in the look. Clark shrugged and Harry shrugged "I don' know". They both grinned at being able to read one another so well before following the two aristocrats, Harry a bit behind Clark.

Well, now that that's over with, i will accept any outraged reviews demanding that i have someone fuck already or at least stop implying shit and write... Thus, I -am- aware of my lacking writing, and -will- improve in later chapters. If anything, this chapter was merely to ensure that Potter formally meet the Luthors and is aware of where Draco stays (hint hint).

Side-Sweet (SS): Want to hear the songs Potter danced to? Want to hear the songs Clark and Harry played to? Want to know what the 'heel-toe' dance is? Review and i'll send you the link!

As usual, SUGGESTIONS ARE OPEN! (Can you find yours, if you already suggested? If you can't, I haven't forgotten you...)

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Until next time...

Ash

( P.S.

A "side-sweet" is something an author, myself, will do for their readers in order to give them a better understanding of the story, a teaser, or a tool that will allow the reader to enjoy the story more. I made it up and it's a lot easier than typing -teaser- out. For example, this chapter's SS is instated so you can read and listen to the music written to the fiction )