A/N: Some IMPORTANT notes here. First, I added some new perspectives here. It starts off with first Ron's, then Hermione's. I got that idea from some other fic, but don't know how often I'll employ it. It goes back to Harry/Draco after that. Second, it's chapters like these that give this fic an M rating, though it might have exceeded that. . And maybe even the handjob and dry humping from a few chapters back did that. Idk. Hopefully my fic doesn't get reported and/or my account deleted. Anyhow, look, I posted! I forced my muse to direct me somewhere after that awkward ending last chapter, and this is what we got. I don't think it turned out too terribly. I kind of even fancy it. Hope you enjoy! And thanks to all who read/review/follow/favorite!

Waking Up

Chapter 7: Outed

Ron couldn't even say anything else. He saw Harry throw up a quick Silencing Charm around their group followed by a Redirection Charm in case anyone wandered over to figure out what the fuss was about. But Ron couldn't focus on these. He could only continue staring at Harry after his outburst, hoping the boy would take back what he'd just confirmed. Praying he'd say he was joking. Harry couldn't have just said he'd been sleeping with Malfoy.

"Of all the blokes you could've…," Ron started, but trailed off. He couldn't even finish such a statement. He was still trying to deal with Harry being into blokes, let alone which one. But to even consider Malfoy! He had to have been mad!

"Harry, why? How!" Hermione picked up the slack.

Ron watched Harry go slightly red again before mumbling something he couldn't quite catch.

"Harry, speak up. We can't hear you," Hermione told the boy.

Harry sighed before saying louder, "It started last week. At the Slytherin party. Or something like that."

Ron was shocked. "But you said you never made it that far! You said you fell asleep in an empty classroom like me!"

Harry couldn't meet his eyes when he responded, "I lied." He glanced back and hurried to rush on after clearly seeing the look in Ron's eyes, a combination of anger and hurt. "I only lied then because I was embarrassed. Look, I don't know what happened that night. I was really drunk and can't recall how I ended up with Malfoy. I just know I woke up the next morning in his bed, naked." Harry looked away again when he said this last part.

But it clicked for Ron here. "Harry, you should have told us this last week! It's clear now that Malfoy must have done something to you. Hexed you, slipped you something, took advantage of your being drunk. It wasn't your fault," he said.

Harry just gave him a penetrating look. "I don't think that's it, Ron. Malfoy was just as confused as to what was going on when he woke up." Harry's cheeks flushed again here, but he moved on. "And he didn't try to stop me from leaving or mention anything about payback for something or anything."

"And besides all that, it doesn't explain why Harry was with him again last night," Hermione cut in.

This was an excellent point. Ron quirked an eyebrow at Harry, telling him to explain that one.

"Er," he began. "Well, after that thing last week, we kind of met up in a boomstick cupboard Saturday."

Ron's look at this must have been worrying. He couldn't say, but he felt his eyebrows somewhere above his hairline.

"It was unplanned!" Harry said, looking at him. "At least on my part. Malfoy was likely waiting there for me, because he pulled me in. We started arguing and one thing led to another and…"

"That's why you were late coming back," Hermione concluded.

Harry just nodded. "I hadn't planned to see him again like that. I was avoiding him completely. But after Saturday we arranged to meet Sunday night," he was saying.

"Which is why you were distracted all yesterday," Ron correctly deduced.

Again, Harry just nodded. "And that's how it happened. It's not like I like Malfoy on a personal level. I just find him attractive and-" he cut off at Ron's look.

Ron was fairly disgusted by this point. He'd been with the git not once but three times! And was likely planning to see him again if the note from dinner was any indication. How could he even stand it? And after all the slimy snake had done to the three of them over the last 5 plus years. He didn't even know where to begin to try to understand.

Hermione didn't understand. Well, she understood what and how, just not why. Why would Harry continue seeing Malfoy? He wasn't one to be with someone just out of lust. He wasn't programmed that way. Usually, even if he found someone attractive, there would be other qualities that would make him pursue them more than their looks. Was it because Malfoy offered a challenge? She knew Harry could never back down from one of those. But it sounded as if Malfoy was the one doing all the pursuing.

That was something else she didn't get. What was in this for Malfoy? Did he intend to string Harry along and perhaps lead him into a trap? Maybe continue their trysts until he got Harry's heart involved before crushing it? She couldn't believe Malfoy was in this purely because he wanted to be. Or that it was simply lust-driven on his part. He was good looking enough to have half the school panting after him; he didn't need Harry to slack his desires. So what was he doing it for?

"Harry, I really don't think this is a good idea," she told her friend. Maybe he'd listen to reason. "Even if you are in this just because he's attractive, which is odd for you, I don't think that's the only reason Malfoy is doing it. He must have some ulterior motive."

Harry didn't seem to take kindly to this suggestion. "And why must he?" he asked her with a narrowed gaze.

"Because he's Malfoy!" Ron cut in. Perhaps not the way she would have put it, but it summed her thoughts up nicely.

"Maybe he's just doing it for the sex, too," Harry told Ron, to which Ron's face twisted again.

"It's possible, Harry, but do you really think that's the only reason? I mean, half of the female population at this school is after Malfoy, and likely some of the males, too. Do you really think out of everyone, he would choose you solely for that reason? He could have almost anyone, so what would he need you for if not for some hidden agenda?" she asked reasonably.

Or so she thought. But with the dying light in Harry's eyes, she knew she'd worded her reasoning all wrong. Before she could recant the implications, Harry was speaking again.

"Is it so hard to think that someone could want me for something besides sex or fame by association, Hermione?" he asked her in a small voice.

"No, Harry, that's not what I-" she began before Ron cut in.

"It's all Malfoy would want! Or to lure you into a trap to turn you into He Who Must Not Be Named! Remember who he is, Harry! What he's done to us! Who his father is! There's no way he would want anything from you besides that. He hasn't before now, has he?"

Harry couldn't seem to answer this last, so Hermione spoke into the silence that followed the question.

"Harry, I didn't mean that no one would want you for you. You know there are plenty of people that like you for your bravery and charisma and loyalty. I just meant that I don't think Malfoy is one of them. He's never shown himself to admire these traits in you before. And I haven't heard he's just with anyone for sex, either. So I reasoned that that's not his only reason for being with you. And you have to admit, Harry, that all of this is very sudden. It would be odd not to question the reason for it," she said.

Harry was quiet and Hermione assumed he was contemplating her words.

Though Harry didn't like how they put it, he supposed they both had a point, even if they were likely biased. But Harry really did think Draco was seeing him just for the way it made them both feel. There was a spark to their relationship that Harry had felt in no other he'd had. Harry assumed it was the same for Draco for the blond to still insist on seeing him.

But it was true that it all could have been a trap. Maybe Draco was acting on someone's orders to reel him in until he let his guard down. Maybe then he'd be taken to Voldemort again for yet another head to head battle. But then again, maybe Draco wasn't. Maybe he was just with Harry because that's what he wanted to do right now. Besides, even with his Death Eater father, Harry didn't think Draco would let himself be used that way. He was far too self involved to willingly become someone else's errand boy. Besides, the way it all started was pure chance. Draco couldn't have planned for Harry and his friends to try to crash the Slytherin party and just so happen to be drunk at the time.

But Harry could ask him, not that he'd tell the truth if he were just playing Harry. Or Harry could test him. He'd consider that option. But for now, he'd just wait and see. If he were being used, he'd claim what pleasures he'd taken from Malfoy in the meantime and deal with the trouble when it arose. It wasn't like this was such a farfetched possibility that he would let his guard completely down and fall for the git or something. He wouldn't be hurt if this suddenly stopped. And if he was just the object of Malfoy's current desires, then all he had to do was take and receive pleasures until either he or Malfoy got sick of the other.

"Look guys, I know you're worried about me, and I appreciate it. I even recognize that maybe Malfoy is leading me into a trap, but I don't think so right now. And I'll be careful. But for now, I'm enjoying it, so I plan to continue until I get tired of it. Okay?" he told them.

He didn't particularly expect them to give in that easily. In normal circumstances, he wouldn't either. But he also didn't intend to change what he was doing to suit them. If he came to regret it, well, it wouldn't be the first thing he regretted and likely not the last, either.

"But Harry-," Ron and Hermione both started. They looked at each other and Ron motioned for Hermione to go first.

"What if it is a trap?" she asked.

"Then I'll deal with it when it springs. But what if it's not?" he countered her question.

"And what if he's doing this just to run around and tell everyone he has?" Ron asked instead.

"He hasn't yet," Harry answered. "The Slytherins have been treating me the same as they always have. Their taunts and jibes haven't increased, as they surely would have if they knew I was a butt of a big joke. And I imagine his father wouldn't approve if he heard. If Malfoy ran around telling his snakes he was with me, it'd get back to Lucius. Guys, I think you're overreacting too soon. How about we just watch Malfoy for any signs of a trap?"

"Oh, you better believe I will. After I confront him, that is. He's got some explaining to do, too," Ron said. Hermione just nodded.

Harry rolled his eyes. He should have seen that coming. They weren't likely to take his word for it. When had they ever? But he acquiesced. "Fine, if he'll accept that. I'm supposed to meet him tomorrow night. Until then, let's drop it. I think I'll take a walk," he said before rising.

"But Harry, we've got so much work to do!" Hermione exclaimed.

Harry sighed. "I know, but I'm just not into it right now. You guys continue without me. I'll be back in a bit," he told them before heading out of the library without a backward glance. He got some questioning looks as he passed, but he paid none of them any heed. He just needed to clear his head before he could face his friends again. He was aimlessly walking with his head down when he was once again yanked into a closet without his volition.

Draco had been slightly worried since lunch when Harry's friends began looking about the tables for what was assumedly Harry's late night rendezvous partner. Something had gotten him to tempt fate when he'd sent Harry that message during dinner. But he'd never imagined that the boy would actually tell his sidekicks just who he'd been with. He'd been in the library after dinner to return the Potions reference book he'd took out over the weekend and to get another for his newest assignment.

He'd been on the verge of heading to the checkout desk when a loud cry of, "YOU SCREWED MALFOY?!" rang throughout the library, causing heads to turn his direction after the voice had died. It seemed that unlike most people around him, he recognized Weasley's voice, which meant he was yelling at Potter, which meant Potter had told them. Draco sent all the questioning looks a smirk and a wink before continuing to the checkout desk with an air of nonchalance. When the book was in his possession for the week, he left the library with the same look of indifference for tales of his liaisons being spread about. But when he cleared the hallway, he found a close closet to remain in for the moment.

He trusted Potter to stop the word from spreading further than it already unfortunately had, but imagined the boy would soon grow too uncomfortable to remain in his friends' company much longer. When he escaped the library, he'd have some things to answer to Draco for….

Draco glared at the slightly confused Potter standing in front of him. "What did you do?" he demanded of the boy. In afterthought, he put a Silencing Charm on the closet this time. He imagined he'd get loud if the boy said something stupid.

Harry blinked at him before saying, "Uh…my friends know." That was all.

Draco groaned and closed his eyes. Why had he insisted on pursuing this idiot? He knew better than to go after a Gryffindor. They had no self preservation instincts. They couldn't keep a secret to save their bloody lives! "And WHY would you do that?" Draco asked, fighting for calm.

"They were hassling me about where I was last night and who I was with," was Harry's completely insufficient answer.

Draco couldn't form a coherent reply to that nonsense for a minute. He finally burst out with, "LIE! YOU LIE! What the hell were you thinking telling them the truth?!"

"Uhh…," Harry said.

Of course he didn't know why he'd done it. Wasn't mindlessly doing things a Gryffindor creed? "And what did they say after you made this declaration, besides Weasley yelling it for the entire library to know?" Draco asked.

Harry had the grace to blush in embarrassment for that. He should have known the Weasel wouldn't hold his tongue when he found out anyway. Telling him, if he ever had to know, should never have been done in a public domain. But that was past now.

"Umm, they want to talk to you. They think this might be a trap," he said on a more serious note and pinned Draco with a penetrating look, as if trying to discern the truth from his face.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Potter," he said, "were I trying to trap you, I'd go about it in such a way that you'd never even know what was going on. I'd hardly use you in the scheme directly. That leaves far too much room for you to start questioning, like now. No," he continued, stroking a finger down Harry's face, "this is purely for pleasure."

And he kissed him. Despite Draco's annoyance at his raven-clad falcon, he was still tied by lust to the bird. Draco had already laid his claim here and he wasn't about to give that up just because Granger and Weasel didn't approve. He'd be damned if they swayed him away from what he currently saw as his.

Harry seemed to take some comfort in the kiss, and soon put himself into it, being as forceful as Draco was. It was a good few minutes before they broke away from each other, panting slightly and both almost fully aroused.

Harry looked at Draco sheepishly before saying, "I have to go soon; they're expecting me back."

Draco just rolled his eyes again. Of course he'd said he'd return. "You're an idiot; you know that?"

Harry grinned at him, clearly not taking the insult to heart. "I prefer to think of it as a charming lack for foresight."

Draco scoffed at him. "Hardly charming. And how do you expect to go back to them with this?" he asked, grabbing Harry's arousal, causing the boy to draw in a sharp breath. Draco smirked.

Harry glared at him until Draco stroked him; then his eyes closed as his breath exhaled gustily. Harry seemed too intent on the feelings of Draco stroking him to notice that Draco was also undoing his belt and pants. He only seemed to come back to himself when his nether regions left the confines of pants and boxers.

Draco was aware of Harry looking down at him, but he was too immersed in gazing at Harry's shaft. It was about average length, maybe a quarter inch or so longer, and a slightly smaller width than average, but to Draco it was magnificent. Flushed and red and swollen, all ready for his planned sexual escapades. Draco could imagine it inside him as Harry stroked with his hips. But it wasn't the place for that yet. For now he'd settle for tasting his treasure.

Draco gripped it and moved his head in. A flick of his tongue on the head had Harry gripping Draco's hair. This flavor burst on Draco's tongue just as the flavors from every other part of Harry did. It was an erotic saltiness on the silky smoothness of Harry's skin. Harry seemed to harden further in Draco's grasp. Draco let the tip of his tongue run lazily around the circle of Harry's lower head, which started to emit precum. He lapped this up as it came.

Harry groaned above him. Since Draco didn't want him to come before he'd tasted all, he loosened his grip on Harry and took him into his mouth. Draco teased Harry's head further with his tongue while ghosting his fingers farther along the shaft. Harry's knees buckled with the feeling, but he caught himself from falling before locking them again.

Draco rewarded him by sucking for a minute before going back to teasing. Harry really was an exquisite creature. All fire and passion and flight and shyness and temptation. Draco was surprised he didn't succumb to his allure sooner and without the addition of alcohol.

When Harry gave signs of losing it, Draco finally decided to stop playing around. Using his signature techniques, learned from experimentation and combining the best of moves previous lovers used on him, Draco went to using tongue and lips and gentle teeth and massaging hands to bring Harry off. He came with such a loud conglomeration of sounds that Draco was feeling cocky, but also glad that he'd put the Silencing Charm on the room, even if this wasn't its original intention.

Draco swallowed Harry's essence and was more than happy to lick the boy clean before tucking him away and allowing Harry's legs to finally give out on him and let the boy collapse on the floor beside him.

Harry's head was titled forward as he fought to catch his breath. Wow. He couldn't even voice it yet, but it kept replaying in his head. Wow. Malfoy gave an AMAZING blowjob.

He'd only been with two guys before now, both 7th years, but neither had done him quite like Malfoy just had. Had he used his teeth? Harry had never felt the gentle scrapping along his length like that. Never even thought to do it to either of his partners.

When he regained the strength to look up, he saw Draco smiling at him. "Have we learned our lesson, then?" he asked.

It took Harry a minute to realize Draco meant about telling Ron and Hermione. It was beyond him why Draco was trying to ask him an intelligible question right now. Didn't he realize Harry's brain had been sucked out of his dick a minute ago? Ron and Hermione were the last things on his mind right now. But to satisfy the blond, Harry just nodded.

Draco nodded in response before he took himself out of his pants and commenced stroking himself to relieve some of the tension in his own cock. Harry decided he could give some. It was only fair after Draco had just given him the best blowjob of his life.

Moving Draco's hand out of the way, Harry took over the job. Draco let him without complaint and leaned his head back against the wall they were sitting against. Harry watched Draco's cock as he stroked it. It was pale, but blood flushed. It was about the size of his own, but maybe a bit shorter, a bit wider. They complemented well.

Drawing back out of his own head, Harry focused on bringing Draco as much pleasure as he could with just a hand. He alternated between speeds to put Draco on edge then bringing him back down. When Draco seemed to be building up to coming, he started adding that lovely twisting motion to the head that he'd learned. Just like last time, this threw Draco over the edge and he came hard, covering Harry's hand with his semen.

Harry pumped him until he was empty and Draco went lax against the wall. Curious about Draco's taste, Harry brought his hand to his mouth for a lick or two. Harry wondered if all semen had an innate taste, as he found on his tongue that same something that he'd always associated with the liquid. But despite that, there was still that something special about it that was unique to Draco. Harry could get used to his taste.

A flick of his wand had the remainder of the substance disappearing from both his hand and Draco. Harry returned the favor and tucked Draco back into his clothes before the kissing the blond. "I have to go," he said against his lips. "They're expecting me." Draco just nodded, clearly still coming down off his high, so Harry just kissed him again before rising and straightening himself and leaving the closet.

When he arrived back in the library, he got more curious looks, but of a slightly different nature than when he left. He didn't understand the change, but let it go. He got back to his table to see Ron and Hermione crouched over their books. Ron looked up upon his arrival before his eyes went wide. Hermione also looked at him before throwing up another Silencing Charm around them. Harry just cocked his eyebrow in question.

"Harry, why do you look like you've just been shagged?" Ron asked him solemnly.

Harry blushed deeply. Damn. He should have found a bathroom to check his appearance before he returned here. "I don't know what you mean," he said hesitantly.

"Don't give me that!" Ron fumed. "Your hair is more tousled than usual, your skin is completely flushed, your clothes are wrinkled," he continued.

"Your lips are red and swollen," Hermione added with a blush.

"We have Seamus and Dean for roommates, in case you've forgotten. I know what 'just had sex' looks like, Harry! The only reason I didn't see it before was because I didn't expect it."

Harry sighed. "Fine, Draco accosted me again when I went for a walk," he told them.

"DRACO?! It's worse than I thought! You're already too involved if you're calling him Draco," Ron spat. There was practically venom in every word of that comment, but that last word was poisonous enough to bring down an elephant.

"Can you just fix me up so I can stop getting weird looks?" Harry asked Hermione, ignoring Ron's statements.

Hermione helped him straighten his attire out and made his hair look more normal, but could do nothing for his flushed skin or kiss-swollen lips. They'd have to return to normal on their own. Harry just sighed again and sat down to commence on his pile of homework.

"This isn't over, Harry," Ron seethed at him.

No, Harry imagined it wasn't.

A/N: Whew! The end. I imagine Ron's confrontation with Draco will be next chapter. Idk. I haven't written it yet. Again, please don't report me for the smut. It'd be tragic. Oh! And you guys should tell me what your favorite lines are, if you have any. That's always fun. :) Review review review! :D!