Background Secrets

Deleted Scene I:

If McGonagall Hadn't Talked to Harry Before the Second Task

"It can't be done," Draco said hopelessly as he slammed shut the book he'd been reading. "There's absolutely nothing here. They've set you an impossible task."

"There has to be something, Draco!" Harry protested, his eyes frantically scanning his own book. He only had a few more hours before the Second Task and he still had no idea what he was going to do. He'd even asked Draco and everyone from his secret club, the Serpent Guard, to him him along with Ron and Hermione, and no of them had found anything either. It really was starting to look hopeless, but he couldn't give up. Not yet.

"I know, Harry, but don't you think we would have found something by now? I think it's about time to give up."

"Isn't there a...a potion or something that'll let me breathe underwater?" Harry asked desperately, though he knew that if there was, Draco would have mentioned.

Draco shook his head with a sigh. "I looked, but anything that seemed remotely useful took over a month to make. I'm sorry."

Harry looked at him hopelessly. "I'm doomed, aren't I?"

"More like your most precious person is doomed," Draco said softly, looking slightly paler than usual. "I don't think they'll let anyone die, though. Dumbledore said they took steps against that."

Harry suddenly yawned and closed the book he'd been reading. "Maybe Angelo and Kiran will find something," he murmured as he stood, Draco following him. "They always stay up all night."

"I'm sure you'll be fine, Harry," Draco said comfortingly as he wrapped an arm around Harry's waist to lead him out of the library. "Something will happen. It always does."

Harry gave him a thankful smile. "Thanks, Draco."

They had taken barely a step out the door when Angelo and Kiran strode around the corner up ahead, both of them looking faintly concerned. They both sped up when they saw the two fourth-years.

"Draco, Harry, there you are," Angelo said as they stopped in front of them. "We have been looking for you."

"What for?" Draco asked, nonplussed.

"Professor Snape wants to see you, Draco," Kiran answered. "He didn't say why."

Harry and Draco exchanged a worried look; was Snape going to tell him off for helping Harry so much? But then, wouldn't he have told the two Slytherin sixth-years standing in front of them?

Draco sighed and pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow I guess. Good luck."

"You too. Good night."

"We have to escort you down to his office," Kiran said as he began leading Draco away, though Angelo stayed behind for a moment.

"We will do what we can to help you," he said softly, his long fingers brushing over Harry's cheek, "but I am afraid that we have run out of time."

"I know, and I'm terrified, believe me," Harry said with a faint smile.

"Angelo!"

"You should go be fore Kiran decides to take you apart," Harry said, laughing softly.

"Yes, I should." Angelo pressed his lips against the same place as Draco had before turning away with a resigned look. "Good night, Harry."

"Good night." Harry watched them until they turned a corner, then he headed back toward Gryffindor Tower, feeling depressed and doomed.

"Harry!"

Harry paused with one foot on a staircase and turned at the shout. That had sounded like Cedric.

It was Cedric. The older boy was running towards him, something clutched in his fist. Harry turned around properly and waited for him to catch up, utterly confused.

"What is it?"

"I'm glad...I found you..." Cedric panted as he stopped in front of Harry. He took a moment to collect himself, then grabbed one of Harry's hands and placed a small jar in it. "Here, take this."

"What is it?" Harry asked as he held the jar up. Inside was a small ball of what looked to be slimy, greyish-green rat-tails. It looked disgusting.

"It's called gillyweed," Cedric answered. "It'll help you breathe underwater. Aaron told me you've been having trouble finding something," he explained hurriedly at Harry's sharp look. "I already know what I'm going to do, so I thought I might help you."

"What do I do with it?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"You have to eat it right before we go into the water tomorrow. It'll help, really."

Harry stared at him for a moment then gave him a thankful smile. "Thank you so much. I really need help."

"No problem," Cedric answered with a grin as he turned to leave.

"Hey, if you run into Angelo and Kiran, could you tell them that I have something?"

"Sure."

"Thanks." Harry beamed at him again before dashing back up to the Tower to get some sleep, taking the stairs two at a time.


Ron waited with bated breath along with the rest of the Gryffindors as the seconds ticked down to the end of an hour. They'd all thought that one of the Champions would have surfaced by now. Nearly all conversation had stopped as they anxiously watched the lake. Five minutes...four...two...one minute...30 seconds...

Then suddenly, a head broke the surface of the water, one with messy black hair and glasses. Ron joined the rest of the crowd as they stood and clapped and cheered for Harry, the first Champion to emerge. Then he stopped suddenly, as did many others, for bobbing to the surface next to Harry was someone no one had expected to see, someone with pale features and white-blond hair.

Frantically, Ron searched the Slytherin side of the stand–it couldn't be, just couldn't be–but the face he was looking for wasn't there, and that face was hard to miss. It really was Malfoy down in the water with Harry. Malfoy was the thing Harry would miss most.

Then the crowd gave a resounding gasp. Ron turned to look again and nearly fainted. They were snogging. Right there in the lake. His best mate and worst enemy were snogging right there for anyone to see. And when they broke apart, Malfoy gave a cheeky wave to the crowd.

He wasn't sure if he could handle much more of this. As it was, he wasn't sure whether it was all registering in his mind; he felt numb and not a little sick. He almost didn't notice when another couple appeared, and the cheers for Cedric and Cho were delayed and rather subdued.

Then the crowd gave another loud gasp. Cedric, after talking with Cho for a moment, had swum over to Harry and Malfoy and pulled the former into a deep kiss.

Ron couldn't take anymore; he fainted.


Harry gasped for air as his head broke the surface of the watch; the effects of the gillyweed had began to wear off about halfway to the surface and it was only his determination to get Draco to safety that had allowed him to keep swimming. He distantly heard the crowd cheering, but he wasn't really paying attention. He was more concerned about the blond Slytherin in his arms, whom he now tugged to the surface to join him.

He'd practically frozen when he'd reached the stone where the hostages were tied up and saw who was there. Between Hermione and Cho Chang had been Draco, his pale features and floating white-blond hair making him look eerily beautiful in the low light. Harry had been so struck by his secret boyfriend's beauty that he hadn't had another thought on his mind as he cut Draco free and headed back to the surface, often looking back at Draco as he went.

Now, as he pulled Draco up to the surface and into the sunlight, he found himself stuck dumb again. Draco was unearthly beautiful everywhere; he stole Harry's breath away no matter where he went.

Draco's eyes opened and he coughed up a fair amount of water before turning to smile at Harry with glittering silver eyes. "My hero..."

Harry blushed heavily. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Draco answered. He glanced at the stands and smirked. "Don't know if they are."

Harry looked over as well; the cheering was much quieter now and most of it seemed to be coming from the foreign students. He turned back to Draco with a sheepish grin. "Can you blame them?"

"Want to shock them even more?"

"I suppose it can't hurt now."

Draco smirked again and tugged Harry forward, smashing their lips together. Harry was too enthralled in the abrupt kiss to really notice the loud gasp from the crowd. Then when Draco finally let him go, the blond grinned cheekily and waved at the spectators.

"Ron's probably having a heart attack by now," Harry murmured, now rather embarrassed. Draco just laughed.

"Probably. I wish I could see it. I'm kidding! Kidding!"

Suddenly, some of the cheering started up again. Harry looked around to see Cedric floating nearby with Cho, then hurriedly looked away again; he couldn't stand seeing them together. Just as he was deciding that they should start swimming back to shore, Draco let out a soft hiss and Harry looked around again.

Cedric was swimming towards them, a determined look on his face. Behind him, Cho was bobbing in place, looking as though she'd just been slapped. Harry was about to ask what was going on when Cedric reached out, pulled him close, and kissed him.

Harry could hear the gasps this time since one of them was Draco's, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away. He was enjoying this as much as any of Draco's.

"Let's head back now," Cedric murmured as he ended the kiss, giving Harry a grin. Draco let out a soft sniff and tugged Harry out of the older boy's arms.

"We'll be heading back now," Draco said scathingly. Cedric didn't seem hurt by this; rather, he laughed and moved closer again.

"You don't need to get so jealous, Draco." Then he briefly pressed his lips to Draco's temple before swimming away. Both forth years stared at him in shock, a faint blush spreading over Draco's cheeks.

"Um, maybe we should follow him?" Harry suggested, bewildered.

"Yeah, c'mon." Draco started swimming back, hardly waiting for Harry to follow.

Cedric was waiting for them, point blank refusing Madam Pomfrey's help until he had helped Harry and Draco out of the water first. Then he grabbed to blankets for them out of the mediwitch's hands and wrapped them up himself. Harry was blushing constantly while Draco just looked confused.

"Get over here, the lot of you," Madam Pomfrey said, sounding rather annoyed. They went over to her without further complaint and let her give them some hot potion, but then Cedric dragged the two fourth years over to a more private area away from everyone.

Cedric sat down and gestured for them to sit as well. Draco did sit, and he pulled Harry down with him onto his lap, ignoring the brunet's protests; it didn't matter that they were seen now.

"All right, talk. That's why you pulled us over here, isn't it?" Draco asked acidly, his hold on Harry tightening possessively.

Cedric smiled faintly. "Yes, it is. I'm sorry; what I did out there was probably a bit of a shock."

"A shock? You kissed my boyfriend! In front of everyone! And me," Draco added very softly.

"Yes, I did, and I would like to explain why–"

"So explain!"

"Draco," Harry murmured disapprovingly, "you keep interrupting him every time he tries."

"It's all right, but I'm not sure where to start," Cedric said with a shake of his head. He looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing, "I've fallen in love with both of you."

Harry and Draco just stared at him in shock; what could one say to something like that?

"I'm not sure how it happened. I know I fell for you first, Harry, but you were already attached to Draco to the hip by then." Cedric sighed faintly and gained a faintly sad smile. "And I know that I really didn't want to like you; I had Cho, you're both boys, and you're both two years younger than me. But it happened, and today I decided to act on it, and you're welcome to hate me for it."

Both younger boys were silent for quite a while, just staring at him. Then, when Harry finally spoke, it was in a hesitant tone, "You know, I actually kind of like you too..."


AN: And that's where I decided it was getting a little too ridiculous, and I hit a writer's block with it, and that was the end.