Series: Not You Average Love Story

Title: My Dirty Little Secret (1)

Author: Tali

Rating: PG-13/R over all

Disclaimer: I do not own any one or thing you might recognize. Characters belong to JKR and song belongs to All American Rejects and who ever wrote it. I am making no money off of this.

Couple: Draco/Harry

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He smirks handing the disk off to me, by intentionally banging into me nearly causing my things to spill to the ground. His green eyes twinkling with obvious mischief and I melt a little. I hate his so much it some times makes me physically ill at how much I like him.

I smirk at him, "Merlin, Potter! I know you spend all of your time with mud-bloods and that herd of Weasley's but you aren't actually an animal! Stop banging about and trying to run people down, or at least have the manors god gave a Muggle and excuse yourself. Rude idiot." I roll my eyes then grin at my Slytherin court all of whom are close by and sneering at Potter and his throng of Griffendore worshipers who are glaring at us.

Something about dueling with Potter gives me a real high. I don't care if its magically, verbally, or physically. Maybe its the way no one else gets it. Weasley has pulled his wand and is already shaking with barely contained rage. He's such a bore really, much to easy to get to. I've told Potter to be careful of him that kind of person is too easily manipulated. Potter never listens though, Prat. I yawn at Weasley's display and look at Potter, while putting my arm around Pansy's slim waist. I do so love how his eyes darken when I show her affection or when I permit her to place a kiss on me. It was all I needed to do to ensure I'd see him later. He'd stew the rest of the after noon and that would be enough. Shaking my head I sigh as if entire put out by the lot of them and turn letting my Slytherin's fallow.

In class I pull the disk in its case from my robes. A garishly bright piece of sticky back paper is on it:

-D

Use the spelled CD player. This song is right up your ally and always makes me think of you.

-H

God, he's burning CD's for me now? How Hufflepuff really. Perhaps I should break things off with Potter. I really don't need him trying to hold hands in the halls. Perhaps I underestimated the Boy Who Wouldn't Die. What a depressing thought, he's really the only one worth my time. Sliding it into my bag I look back at Flitwick, annoying little ponce. To damn happy, he's got to be taking something... maybe some of that stuff Blaise brews up. I make a mental note to ask Zabini and make sure I stock up before tonight. When class is done I make my way to the dorm managing not to see Potter again.

Once safely in my dorm with the door warded against uninvited guests I dig out my CD player. Kicking off my shoe's I grab my pack of clove cigarettes and light one up. I slide the CD into the player and toss my tie over a chair with my school shirt and robes. I stole the cigarettes from Severus. He knows I smoke and I know he smokes, neither of us tells my father. We have a silent agreement I think. We both know far more about one another then we should really. I know Severus is my father's mistress and he knows I'm sneaking off with some one, he thinks its a muggle born I'm sure. I know he's screwing a female student behind Dumbledore's back as well as my father's and I don't get busted for anything. It's a good agreement in my mind. Flinging myself onto the four poster bed I finally hit play and listen as the music starts fully expecting to hear the sappy sad strains of some muggle love song about star crossed lovers. When the guitar and then drums blare to life in my head set I am more then a little shocked.

Let me know that I've done wrong

When I've known this all along

I go around a time or two

Just to waste my time with you

"Bastard..." I mutter listening to the lyrics, but I know I have a huge smile across my face. Potter does have good taste some times.

Tell me all that you've thrown away

Find out games you don't wanna play

You are the only one that needs to know

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

(Dirty little secret)

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)

My dirty little secret

I scowl, dirty little secret! Me? Is this song meant to be some kind of bloody warning? This is really starting to piss me off so I take another deep drag.

Who has to know

When we live such fragile lives

It's the best way we survive

I go around a time or two

Just to waste my time with you

Waste his time? What the hell? I suck on my clove and think about the first part of this verse, I don't think about how the words make my chest tighten and my stomache drop. A Malfoy's life is anything but fragile, we live forever. We survive? We? When did I start thinking of Potter and thing We?

Tell me all that you've thrown away

Find out games you don't wanna play

You are the only one that needs to know

I don't want him to know what I've thrown away? I don't want him using me as some kind of reason to go get himself killed. Misguided guilt or some off Gryph shit. Games I won't play... talk about nail on the head. Wonder if he knows he's really the only one I play with any more. What am I going to do? I stub out the butt of the clove having smoked my fill. Standing and pacing as I chew my lip. No one can know, we both know that. We'd both get killed if any one even thought we were doing what we're doing.

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

(Dirty little secret)

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)

My dirty little secret

I smirk, being his dirty little secret isn't so bad really. It definitely has its perks.

Who has to know

The way she feels inside (inside)

Those thoughts I can't deny (deny)

These sleeping dogs won't lie (won't lie)

And now I try to lie

It's eating me apart

Trace this life out

The way he feels inside... thoughts... I swallow listening, wondering what he's really lying about. Wondering if I'll ever know. Is it really, Potter? Eating you apart? At least I'm not alone...

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

(Dirty little secret)

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

(Just another regret)

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

(Dirty little secret)

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)

My dirty little secret

Dirty little secret

Dirty little secret

Who has to know

Who has to know

I listen to the song over and over before standing and dressing for dinner. I pull my shirt, tie and robes back on and run my fingers through my hair brushing the long strands out of my eyes. I hide the player then hide the cigarettes, more so they wouldn't be stolen then for fear of them being seen by a teacher. Glancing at my clock I sit at my desk and open my lap top. In fourth year the Muggle Studies Professor figured out how to make them work on Hogworts grounds and insisted the student's learn to use them. Once every one saw how much easier it was to take notes, write home, and honestly how fun they were most people got them. They had become a real hit in the wizarding world and were now mandatory for students fourth year and up. Though paper's still had to be written by quill on parchment, which if you ask me is just stupid but some people just can't move on. Clicking I searched out the right song and grinned finding just what I wanted. Then I burned the song to a CD and placed it in the same case with the ugly note and left for dinner.

At dinner I watched Potter, while still carrying on conversation with my court. When Potter finally finished stuffing his face I waited a short moment and we fallowed, like Potter I rarely went any where alone. It was easy to get the trio's attention because Pansy made a comment about Hermione's hair looking like Ron's rat slept there. While our friends argued Potter and I just glared at each other, not because we were angry more because we were annoyed at having to wait another six hours before being alone. When Pansy and Hermione went at one another with claws out I grabbed for her and Harry for Granger. That's when I slipped the CD into his pocket. Winking at him I took Pansy away promising to kiss her scratches better. As we left I hummed loud enough for Potter to hear. Humming over and over 'I'll keep you my dirty little secret' as Harry watched mouth open then with a smirk. For a Gryphendore Hero he has a very sexy Slytherin style smirk.