The next day in classes Hermione couldn't help noticing the looks that Draco and Harry exchanged. Ron also was behaving a little shiftily.

Poor Ron. He only had one set of robes so his were still ripped. Fortunately for him Harry was not only rich but generous. Harry went to McGonnagal and got permission to take Ron to Hogsmede for an hour or two to get Ron some more robes. Ron was of course very put out as he always was whenever Harry and money and favours to him were concerned. He was also avoiding Hermione a little.

He had apologised to her, several times as he was pursued by the budgies. But he was still cautious of her…scrap that…he was absolutely petrified of what she would do to him next.

As he and Harry strolled down the high street of Hogsmede Draco joined them. He slipped his arms around Harry's waist and kissed him from behind.

"Look, just because I know about you two, doesn't mean I want to see it. Appealing though it is, please try and restrain yourselves. If you want I'll keep Hermione away from your common room tonight. She still has no idea."

"Granger may be the cleverest witch the school has ever seen but she is still completely clueless."

"Or maybe she knows but is turning a blind eye, y'know, 'cos of her thing for Harry."

"Wait? Thing for me?"

"Darling you are just as clueless as her. Granger has had a thing for you for about…"

"Seven years."

"Thank you Ron. I admit that it makes me quite jealous sometimes."

"This explains a lot. Last night she told me she had a crush on somebody but didn't want to tell me because she thought I would freak out. Makes sense."

"Why were you talking about who she had a crush on?"

"I said she needed a boyfriend and told her I would get her one. Ah, here we are. In you go Ron. I think you needn't even say what you want. She can see by your tattered robes."

Draco laughed and Ron childishly stuck his tongue out at the pair of them before flouncing into the shop. Harry and Draco sank down onto the bench outside Madame Malkins's Robes for All Occasions. This time Draco was in Harry's arms.

"Draco I wish you wouldn't call Hermione by her last name only. She is one of my best friends."

"Hmm. Alright. But if she is such a good friend then why doesn't she know about your biggest secret?"

"I think secrets put the spice into relationships."

"We have no secrets. You and Ron have barely any secrets."

"I don't want to tell her about this. She's stressed enough at the moment. Let's go inside. I have to pay for the robes."

That evening Hermione was whisked away by Ron and Harry and Draco had a decent make out session in the head's common room.

Harry's hand wandered underneath Draco's shirt. Draco gasped and moaned against Harry's mouth as he felt Harry's hand gliding over the soft contours of his muscular body. His back arched in response to Harry's warm hand. Harry smiled as he knew what he was making his lover feel. Then he was pleasantly surprised as he felt Draco undoing his trousers. Draco's hand moved smoothly over the silky boxers and Harry's growing errection. With one smooth movement Draco had the red boxers off and then he ran his hand over Harry's exposed penis before taking it in his mouth. His tongue played around with the tip and Harry groaned in pleasure. He unbuttoned his shirt and Draco removed his tongue from Harry's cock and ran it up his body to meet his mouth again. Harry ran his tongue over Draco's tongue and then their tongues danced and wrestled with each other.

The portrait hole opening had them scampering to gather all of their clothes and run to the bedroom. Hermione entered, followed reluctantly by Ron. He sniffed and recognised the smells of the boys hot and sweaty bodies and prayed that Hermione wouldn't notice it.

The next morning Hermione was woken at her desk by the sight of Harry walking into the bathroom with only a pair of green silk boxers with the Slytherin crest on the bottom.

She stopped him when he came out.

"Harry, why are you wearing a pair of Slytherin boxer shorts?"

He blushed and then bolted for his room. She shrugged and caught her reflection in one of the common room mirrors. She had ink stains and the imprint of the engraved front cover of the book on one cheek. Damnit! She had been working late again and had obviously fallen asleep at her desk again.

"Harry's right; you do work too much."