The truth always surfaces
Author's note: I know this sequel is late, but I had trouble with forming the first chapter ^^; Sorry
In order to follow this story, I think it's best if you read Draco's secret first ^^
Anyway I hope you'll like the first chapter of the sequel The truth always surfaces (lame title, I know, but bear with me please ^^)
This was beta'd by pokeyspot, one of my craziest friends XD Thank you very much honey!
This story will contain slash and drama. It will also contain MPreg, so if that's not your thing, I suggest you don't read this.
Warnings: for now, nothing in particular
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter - J.K. Rowling owns it
Enjoy the chapter!
Grey eyes slowly opened and looked around, stopping when they saw a black haired boy sleeping peacefully.
Draco smiled tenderly and his finger ghosted over Harry's cheek, marveling at the softness of it. Harry was so beautiful in the early sunlight.
Draco knew that once Harry woke up, his dream would be shattered. Harry wouldn't remember a thing of what had happened last night. He wouldn't remember their kisses, nor the touches or the lovemaking. All that Harry would remember was that they had talked and then had fallen asleep together. Nothing else.
Draco resolved himself not to cry; he knew the consequences of his actions and he would have to live with it. He could do this. He still had Harry as his friend and he had the memory of their lovemaking; that would be enough for the rest of his life.
Startling emerald green eyes looked at him sleepily.
"Good morning, sleepy head," Draco forced himself to smile. Act like nothing happened. You can do this.
Harry yawned behind his hand. "Good morning, Dray. What time is it?"
Draco glanced at the clock, hanging on the wall. "It's eight thirty."
"It's time to get up then," Harry mumbled, sitting up. "Are you staying for breakfast?"
Draco nodded. "If you don't mind."
Harry smiled. "Of course I don't mind. You can take a shower while I prepare breakfast."
Draco stood up and commented, "You know you could just call a house elf and order a breakfast, right?"
Harry chuckled. "I know, but I prefer to do it on my own. Why? Do you have complaints about my food?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Merlin no! I wouldn't dare to insult your cooking," Draco smirked. "I mean I can eat it without getting food poisoning, so your food is at least edible."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, please, stop, you're overwhelming me with your compliments," he smiled and made his way to the kitchen.
Draco laughed and went into the bathroom. Because he frequently stayed over, his favourite shampoo waited for him on the sink, next to Harry's stuff. He folded his pyjamas and placed them on a little table standing next to the sink. He grabbed his shampoo and a towel and stepped into the shower. Draco shivered when the cold water hit his body before warming up. Absentmindedly he lathered himself with soap and washed his hair before rinsing off.
He reevaluated everything that had happened since yesterday. He had completed the potion, drugged Harry with it and had slept with him and Harry remembered nothing of it. Merlin, he was an asshole. Draco rested his head against the white tiles and closed his eyes. If Harry ever discovered what he had done, he would lose Harry… and he would deserve it. He had taken advantage of his best friend; his best friend who trusted him. He was the greatest asshole on earth.
For one moment, he thought about telling Harry the truth. It would relieve some of his guilt. This horrible feeling of guilt would never disappear completely, but it would ease a bit if he told the truth. However, his cowardice held him back. He didn't want to lose Harry. He loved him. He was afraid of losing him. He couldn't lose Harry. If that meant lying, then so be it.
Draco sighed and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself and dressed himself in the clothes he had worn yesterday. He had been smart enough to collect their clothes they had left in the living room. It would be difficult to explain why their clothes had been thrown on the floor.
He walked to the kitchen, putting a fake smile on his face. "Harry, what do you think of …" he trailed off when he took in the sight he was met with.
Harry was leaning against the kitchen counter and another boy with brown hair who was slightly bigger than Harry had his arms around the black haired boy and was kissing him. They broke apart when they heard Draco.
Harry blushed and stepped away from the other boy. He cleared his throat. "Eh, hey. Draco, I didn't know you were done with your shower. Well, eh, I think I should introduce you two, right?" he laughed nervously. "Merlin, this is awkward. So, Draco, this is Marc, my boyfriend. Marc, this is my best friend Draco."
Marc smiled and stuck out his hand. "Good morning, Draco. Harry told me a lot about you. Good things, I can assure you," he chuckled.
"That's funny; Harry never mentioned you before," Draco replied coolly, not shaking the offered hand.
"Draco …" Harry said warningly. He really didn't want a fight between his best friend and his boyfriend. All right, he admitted that he should have told Draco sooner that he was gay and that he had a boyfriend. The problem was that it never seemed the perfect moment for it. He had tried guessing how Draco would react to him being gay, but he only freaked himself out with the possible reactions. The only ones who knew he was gay were Remus and Sirius.
He and Marc had been a couple for three months now. One day after lessons had ended, Harry had been walking to his room with his nose in a book that Remus had lent him. He was so engrossed in the book that he never had noticed someone walking towards him. As a result, he had bumped into this person and his book had dropped.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't pay attention. Are you okay?" Harry apologized and blushed lightly.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Guess I wasn't paying attention either," the boy laughed.
Harry looked up at him and stood frozen to the spot. In front of him stood a boy, slightly taller than him. He had messy, brown hair and twinkling, blue eyes that gave him a naughty look. One corner of his mouth was turned up, smiling a crooked grin. His blue sweater had shoved up a bit, showing a muscled stomach. His black slacks showed long, lean legs. All in all, Harry arrived at one conclusion - this boy was hot. Harry blushed harder and looked down at the floor. Why hadn't he stayed ignorant about his sexual orientation?
"My name is Marc Liander," the boy introduced himself and offered Harry his hand.
Harry shook it and chuckled awkwardly. "Well, you know my name, Harry Potter. Nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too," Marc chuckled. He bent down and picked up Harry's book. "I think this belongs to you, right?"
"Yeah, thanks," Harry smiled and took his book back.
"Well, I promised a friend I would meet him in the library so we can study, so I guess it's time that I go. Don't want him to go crazy," Marc laughed.
"Yeah, have fun studying," Harry chuckled.
"I'll try." Marc winked and with a wave, he walked away.
For a moment, Harry stood dazed, not being able to believe that such a hot boy had talked with him before remembering he really should go back to his room, because Draco would wait for him there.
Harry kept bumping into Marc a few times more until they started to hang out with each other. Then, on Valentine's Day, to Harry's astonishment, Marc asked him out on a date. He had never expected Marc to be gay – but who was he to complain? They had a quiet dinner at a new restaurant in Hogsmead and when they returned back to Hogwarts, Marc had kissed Harry softly on his lips in front of his painting before leaving him for that night. Two days later he had asked the black haired boy to be his boyfriend, to which Harry had happily agreed. Harry just never found the right moment to tell Draco about his relationship or his sexual orientation.
"It doesn't matter, Harry. I'm not offended," Marc reassured him. He looked at the two of them. "You know what? I'll let you talk to your friend and I'll be later back to get you for our date," he suggested and gave Harry a sweet kiss on his mouth.
"You're sure?" Harry asked softly.
Marc nodded and smiled. "Of course, just let me know when you're done." He nodded to Draco. "Bye, Draco."
Draco just glared at him.
When they heard the painting close, Harry took a deep breath. "Do you want some coffee?" he asked nonchalantly, trying to come up with a way to explain all this.
Draco sat down at the kitchen table and nodded.
One minute later, Harry sat down across from the blond boy and handed him a cup coffee.
"So, how long have you been seeing that guy?" Draco asked annoyed. To think that Harry was gay – he had had the chance to confess to him, months ago! He could have had a chance with him! But instead of that, some jerk had been faster than him and had snatched Harry away. Merlin, that pissed him off!
"We are together since Valentine's Day," Harry muttered, warming his hands on his warm cup of coffee.
Draco nearly gaped. Four months? Harry had been together with him for four months already? How come he hadn't known about that? He had spent so much time with Harry, but never had he noticed that Harry was interested in someone. What else had he missed? Suddenly he froze up. Wait a minute. Harry was four months together with Marc; how far had they go already? Could it be that Harry hadn't been a virgin anymore before Draco had slept with him last night? It felt like a slap in his face.
"Oh, well, that's a long time," Draco commented idly, trying to figure out why he would be so upset if Harry hadn't been a virgin anymore. It would even be better if he hadn't been a virgin anymore, because that meant Draco hadn't taken his virginity without him knowing it.
"Yeah, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner. I was just … afraid that you wouldn't want to be friends with me anymore," Harry mumbled ashamed.
Draco looked at him surprised. "Why wouldn't I want to be friends with you anymore? I don't care if you're gay." Hell, I'm it too, Draco added in thought. "I just wished you had told me sooner so that I wouldn't be that surprised to see him here."
"So you're not disgusted by the fact that I'm gay?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Of course not. It would be rather hypocritical of me to be disgusted, considering I'm gay too," Draco replied dryly.
Harry stared at him wide eyed. "You're gay too? I didn't know that," he said surprised.
"Yes, well, it's not something to blab around if you're a Slytherin," Draco muttered.
Harry hmm'ed in understanding.
For a while it was silent; both boys were ingesting the surprising information and in Draco's case beating himself up for not taking his chance with Harry sooner.
"I hope for his sake that he's treating you well," Draco commented nonchalantly, but Harry noticed the hidden threat in his voice. If Harry said no, Marc would have a very unpleasant day.
"He's wonderful. Can't ask for a better boyfriend," Harry smiled and took a sip of his coffee.
"And is he wonderful in bed too?" Draco smirked. If Harry answered truthfully, he would know now if Harry had been a virgin or not. Of course, if he had been Harry's first, he would still feel awful for stealing his first time. Either way, he still was an asshole.
Harry nearly choked in his coffee. He coughed hard and his face went red from the lack of oxygen. "What? I don't know," he snapped defensively.
A shock went through Draco's body. So, Harry had still been a virgin. Well, shit. Harry had a boyfriend and Draco was the one who had stolen his first time; that was just peachy. Hopefully, Marc would never find out what he had done with Harry. He would be so screwed then.
Before Harry could notice his shock, he had schooled his face in a teasing look. "Are you going to tell me you haven't fucked him yet?"
Harry went red at the rude question. "No, I didn't. And it would probably be the other way around," he muttered at the end. So he admitted he was more of the bottom type; it was nothing to be ashamed of! He didn't know how it would feel like, having sex, but he couldn't see himself top Marc.
Grey eyes sparkled at him and Harry groaned inwardly. He shouldn't have admitted that last thing!
"So, you're the bottom, huh. Nice to know that," Draco teased.
"Shut up!" Harry cried out embarrassed.
"Hey, you don't have to be embarrassed about that. You're cute enough to be the bottom." Draco shrugged amused.
A slam to his shoulder had him yelping and rubbing the abused spot.
"If you call me cute one more time, I'm going to drop you from the Astronomy tower. Got that?" Harry threatened. He hated it when people called him cute. He was a sixteen (almost seventeen) year old boy, for Merlin's sake!
"Oh, I'm so scared right now," Draco laughed.
Harry growled and kicked him underneath the table.
Draco yelped again. "All right, I promise I'll behave."
"Good." Harry nodded satisfied.
"Anyway, if you two don't fuck, what do you do when you're together?" Draco asked curiously.
Harry rolled his eyes. "You know, I never realized how perverted you really are. We talk, cuddle, kiss … you know, all the stuff other couples do."
Draco hummed in response. It really hurt him that Harry was now out of reach for him. There was always a chance that Harry broke up with Marc, but that would probably be a long time before that happened. If it happened at all.
Draco guessed that the only way Harry would break up with Marc was if he caught him cheating. Unfortunately for Draco, Marc was not some sneaky Slytherin, but an honest Ravenclaw. Marc would probably dump Harry if he knew Harry was cheating on him, but again, that would never happen, because Harry wasn't like that. He would never hurt someone like that. Draco briefly thought of letting Marc know that he had slept with Harry and prove it with his memories, but he quickly dismissed that idea. Harry would never look at him again if he pulled a stunt like that. And his godfather would probably kill Draco for taking advantage of his godson – not that Draco would object to that.
Draco sighed inwardly when Marc reappeared again in the room, ready to take Harry on a date. It would be difficult, but he supposed he just would have to wait until something happened that would cause a break up between the two lovebirds. And when that happened, Draco would be there to take in Marc's spot – and he would make damn sure he was being kept there.
Sadly for the blond Slytherin, things wouldn't be that simple for him. That was something he would discover in a few months.
AN2: So what do you think of it? I hope this was good for a first chapter ^^
The chapters will get longer with the progression of the story.
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