Behind the Silver Masks
25 days until the party
Long and wavy strands of dirty blond hair were moving along with the wind, dancing with each touch that it delivered to them, twisting and turning in the most interesting ways as a pale hand searched frantically for the required car key inside a bright blue purse. It was cold outside, too cold for the young woman to handle in just her cheerleading uniform with the short skirt that barely covered her thighs.
Suddenly the sound of metal against the pavement made the hand move away from its warm hiding place and drop on the ground to continue its search.
"Looking for this, Lavender?"
Light brown eyes focused on the male figure in front of them as their owner, Lavender Brown stood up and with a grateful smile tried to get her keys from the boy's strong hold.
"Thank you, Blaise! Pansy will kill me if I don't get her everything that she needs within ten minutes. Aren't you supposed to be in the gym right now?"
Blaise didn't answer her question and instead raised the keys higher so that Lavender couldn't reach them. It was true, he was supposed to be inside the gym with his team, preparing for their next match but right now he had other things to deal with.
"I need to ask you a favor but don't worry it will be a very easy job. You'll only have to use your great lady skills. " he said and then took a step backwards, leaning into the girl's car door behind him. Lavender seemed not to understand what he was saying (because let's face it she wasn't very bright) so Blaise tried to explain it to her without rolling his eyes.
"I want you to seduce someone. Not something serious, just for a couple of weeks and then you can leave him. You are a very lucky girl, Lav-Lav. I am giving you the opportunity to be the one, who does the dumping this time."
The horrible nickname made Lavender narrow her eyes and walk towards the SS King, saying in a warning tone
"No. I am not going to do anything for you. Now give me my keys back or I am going to tell Padma and let her kick your ass. She has done it before…"
The threat didn't seem to bother Blaise, who played with the small star shaped key-chain in between his fingertips. God, he hated pink but the effect and the power that that movement gave him, made the contact with the color worth it. It was always a good thing to let people realize that they could not mess with you, couldn't harm you with their words. So he threw the keys in the air once… twice… three times, waiting patiently for the girl's next move. Their fierce staring contest continued throughout this whole silent moment and when Blaise realized that Lavender was not going to do something interesting, he decided to use plan B.
"Wrong choice of words there, Lav-Lav. I was hoping that you had at least some intelligence within you so that you'd realize what's good for you but since that's not the case… then how about I rephrase my proposal, huh? Let's see. You will do what I say or I will show everyone those cute pictures that we took when we were still together. Remember those?"
A horrified expression crossed Lavender's face at the mention of the pictures and Blaise tried really hard to keep a straight face at her reaction. He had really missed this part of him, his dark side, the part that loved to blackmail and to manipulate the ones, who got on his way. He loved the feeling of being the one in control, something that he had almost forgotten ever since Neville had appeared in his life. It was that side of him that had created the SS and even though its members had been starting to drift apart from one another, he would never regret his decision. He would have done it again, given the chance.
"You… you kept them?" Lavender asked with terror "You actually kept them?"
"And why not? They proved to be really useful. Now…" Blaise paused and threw the keys one more time in the air "Are you going to do what I ask you to?"
"Anything! Anything you want! Just please, please don't show them to anyone!"
It was too easy… almost too easy for Blaise to actually enjoy it. But he did. He enjoyed every single minute of it. Nothing could compare to the feeling you got when your plans succeeded. This perfect satisfaction that crossed your entire body as you saw everything fall into place.
He had really missed it so much.
_I am a line_
A plan. That's what it was. Ginny Weasley was part of a detailed and well organized plan. She was the star, the main character of the story, the most valuable part of a very important machine that could either help them reach their ultimate goal or destroy everything with one simple move. Unfortunately her new role came with a lot of work and responsibility. One single mistake could turn all of her efforts into ashes and she definitely didn't want that to happen.
"You remember what you have to say to him, right?"
The sudden question startled Ginny a little but not enough to let it show. After all Dean was her teammate now and just like in basketball, they had to play as a team. They had to trust each other; those were the rules of the game.
"Of course." She said with her usual confidence "Tom made me rehearse them thirty times before he made sure that I got them right. I know what I am doing."
Although, they had their own secret game to think about, an actual one was going to take place in a few minutes inside the school's gym and everyone was getting ready for the second match of the year for the Silver Snakes with a frenzy that only teenagers could have. The cheerleaders were practicing their moves in the corner so that they wouldn't disturb the basketball players on the court while the audience was sitting on the stands, creating a soft buzz with their little conversations.
Ginny stared at Harry's toned back from afar as the captain shouted as many orders as he could to his team and ran around to give them further instructions. He was inside his natural environment and Ginny could hardly restrain herself not to talk to him. She had always loved to see him like this, so powerful and handsome in his uniform. But this was all part of the plan…
"Ginny… I still like you, you know… so… if you want, we could…" Dean tried to say but he was cut off by the girl's girly squeal.
"There he is! Okay, time to start. How do I look?"
"You look great…." told her the basketball player after examining her with his eager eyes. He lingered for a few seconds at the milky pale legs that appeared under the dark blue skirt with desire written all over his face and then continued to the not so revealing top that had the words Snakes written on it and was covered partly by Ginny's flaming red hair. Dean adored those shiny locks.
"Perfect. I am going in. Good luck to you too."
And with those words Ginny walked away, not knowing that Dean's eyes followed her every move, at the direction of a guy that she had never talked to before… Draco Malfoy, the SS King himself and for the time being, her first target. The blond was standing all alone, with sweat running down his face and a small water bottle swaying dangerously in between his fingers. He had a satisfied smile on his face and Ginny wondered why he was trying so hard, when he wasn't even going to play in the game. It was as if he was trying to impress someone…
Slowly and with a tiny but noticeable shake of her hips the petite girl stepped in front of Draco's field of vision and fluttered her eyelashes, when she got his attention.
"Hi there… Draco." she said in a playful tone "I am Ginny, remember? Ron Weasley's younger sister?"
"No." answered Draco. He didn't look very happy to see her because he kept glancing back on the court, searching for something with his eyes. He surely wouldn't mind, if she disappeared right before him or even if the ground suddenly opened to take her inside its deepest depths. But unfortunately for him, Ginny had her orders and she wasn't going to go anywhere until she had fulfilled her purpose.
"I see that you are getting ready for the match! Are you excited?" she continued without losing her own excitement.
"You should be. Even though you are not playing today, you can still watch our routine from your seat without any distractions…"
Draco was ready to protest but Ginny's next words made the sentence die on his lips.
"… or don't you like girls anymore? Don't you find us attractive, Draco?"
Yes! She got it! The perfect tone, the right body language… even the little naughty smirk that Tom had told her to use at that exact line. She didn't know why she had to say those things or why Draco looked so shocked by her accusation. The boy was obviously straight, why did he look so worried?
She didn't care anyway.
The only important thing right now was that her trick had actually worked and as she went back to her previous position and in a safe distance from the pale and still frozen basketball player, she felt proud of herself like she never had before. She just hoped that Dean had been successful as well.
The lucky bastard didn't have to do much. His job was only to walk casually to his best friend, Seamus, who ever since he had won Padma, was always by his new girlfriend's side and make a comment like:
"Damn! Malfoy is ruining everything for me! I swear if he keeps on flirting with Ginny, I am going to leave some very nasty bruises on his face! I was trying to talk to her earlier but as soon as he saw us, he took her away from me! Look! They are together right now!"
And then Padma would notice and make Pansy notice as well.
Piece of cake…
However she still had two more things to do. The first one was another part of Tom's strategy. When the time for the cheerleading routine would come, Ginny was going to do the most seductive dance, she had ever done in front of an audience while looking Draco straight in the eye and blowing him kisses as many times as she could. Pansy was going to be furious.
The second thing didn't have anything to do with Parkinson. It wasn't something that Tom told her to do or something that was expected from her to achieve. To tell you the truth, no one even knew about it. She had just found the perfect opportunity to make Harry jealous again and she wasn't going to let it slip out of her fingers.
Maybe her new alliance with Tom had taught her something. Maybe… this time Harry would see how much they fit together.
She was certainly not going to give up.
_I am a line_
"Harry! Come on, mate! Please you need to go out there and tell her to leave! I can't have her running after me!"
The basketball team's captain smiled at his best friend's panic and tossed his dirty uniform inside his big gym-bag. It was a truly hilarious sight to watch Ron mumbling to himself and taking deep breaths like a girl, who was waiting for the bad guy to appear in a horror movie. And all of this was happening because of a girl!
"Oh Ronald… Don't tell me that you are afraid of her! She's barely half your size. Just tell her that you are not interested." he said, trying not to laugh, when he saw Ron's horrified expression.
"I am not afraid of her! She is just so… persistent! I mean I don't even know her and she suddenly decides that she likes me and wants to be together! I swear, she said that she wants to tattoo my name on her arm! She is crazy, Harry! CRAZY!"
It had been too sudden; Harry had to agree with that. Lavender Brown was a quiet girl (something quite unusual for a cheerleader), who had never talked to them before or even acknowledged their presence whenever they were in the same room. Her interactions with Ron were something less than non-existent and it had come as a surprise when she started taking an interest in him… a few hours ago.
Throughout the entire game, she had been shouting Ron's name, encouraging him to run faster and keep his eyes open. The redhead had been very happy to know that he was going to take Grabbe's position on the team for a few months until the other boy could return from being expelled (Harry still hadn't found out why) but now after Lavender's very embarrassing outburst, he was almost tempted to never play again. It had been really humiliating.
"Okay, okay… I am going! But remember that I am doing this because you promised to buy me coffee tomorrow. And I am going to buy the most expensive one!" Harry declared while walking to the locker room's door. He wouldn't do something like that of course, he was far too considerate for it but teasing Ron had always been a fun thing to do and he needed that right now. He needed a distraction from Draco's unusual behavior. The other boy had barely talked to him today and even when they had a chance to be alone during the breaks but the blond had chosen to watch the cheerleading routine instead of following him somewhere where no one could see them. That looked a little bit suspicious to him.
"Fine! I'll buy you your stupid coffee!" shouted Ron and pushed Harry out of the room with a friendly shove that might have had some unnecessary force into it, making the brunet stumble outside with a small yelp. The door closed behind him quickly but before he could even voice his protest, he was surrounded by a small group of screaming girls.
Before any of them could speak, however, Lavender shouted.
"Harry! Harry! Is Ron in there?"
Harry answered her question as calmly as he could, noticing that a pair of amused blue eyes were staring at him from afar, waiting for him to finish his job with a patience that he had never seen Ginny use before.
"He's got some things to do… and he doesn't want you to wait for him in this cold corridor. He said that you should go and he will talk to you tomorrow."
Lavender didn't seem to like that but still she left without any complain. A sigh of relief left Harry's lips, which turned into one of distress as he realized that his work wasn't over yet. Many girls attacked him at once, asking about the other guys or even trying to flirt with him, saying that winning two games in a row was really hot or that he looked good in shorts. What was wrong with these people?
Thankfully (or maybe not as it turned out later), Ginny decided to come to his rescue, pushing everyone that got in her way and dragging him into a deserted corridor. She smiled at his breathless "Thanks." and took a small note out of her jacket's pocket.
"No need to thank me Harry… that's what friends are for. Anyway… could you do me a small, very small favor?"
"Um… sure? What is it?" wondered Harry, ready to say no, if the favor was something more than 'small'. He had known Ginny ever since she was a baby and although she was a very cheerful and loyal person, her demands were sometimes too…. well… demanding. He could recall many memories, where Ron and he had searched all over town for the craziest things that Ginny had suddenly decided that she wanted for her birthday. Most of those times, Ron had cursed his sister to hell and back.
But, to his ultimate surprise, Ginny's favor was something very easy and doable but really suspicious at the same time.
"Can you give this note to Draco Malfoy, please? I know that you two don't get along very much but you are the only one, I can trust… Dean would never do something like this without asking his stupid questions and you can see that my brother doesn't want to have anything to do with him, so… will you do this one little thing for me? Please?"
"Why Malfoy?" asked Harry while trying not to stutter from the unsettling possibilities that entered his mind. "Why would you want to have anything to do with Malfoy?"
Ginny placed one finger against her lips, smiling at the brunet's annoyance and whispering in a serious tone.
"That… is private. But let's just say that Draco and I had been… talking a lot those past few days. Give him the note and he will understand."
She pushed the small piece of paper in his hand and walked a couple of steps away. Then, as if she had remembered something, she turned around and after making sure to meet Harry's eyes, said
"Oh! And please don't read it. Like I said before, it's… private."
That word was burning the poor boy's mind along with a curiosity that he had never felt before. As soon as Ginny had become a small red dot, disappearing under the limited light of the corridor, his hands begun to twitch, to itch and to hurt at the same time, wanting to move, to tear the paper apart, to make it disappear forever, as if it had never existed.
He stood still for a couple of minutes, hoping that after he had calmed himself down, the feeling would go away but nothing changed. The curiosity was winning against his sane mind that told him that this was wrong, unethical…
The shaking returned, more violent than the last time, making him close his eyes tightly so that he could resist temptation. But his hands were already moving on their own accord, opening the note with two quick movements. He didn't want to see, why was his body torturing him? He didn't want to know, didn't want to realize that all of his fears were proved to be right, that Draco had indeed betrayed him…
The tears started to run down his cheeks slowly as his eyelids opened to let the light come into the bright green orbs. One of the hands that were holding the note moved instantly to the brunet's mouth, covering a sob that had almost escaped the tightly sealed lips. The same hand was the one that ripped the paper in two small pieces, dropping it on the floor before its owner started to run with only one thought in his mind.
Thanks for the wonderful night. Let's do it again sometime.
_I am a line_
Nothing could help her now. She was gone. Not gone too far but enough so that her friends could not reach her. She was lost and hurt and panicked and there was only one place for her to hide.
The girl's bathroom.
How could he do this to her? Betray her with her worst enemy? Didn't he have any shame?
How could he forget their time together? How DARE he?
She was gone. Gone too far to remember her promise, too far to care. And as she started to puke, the thought of forgiving blue eyes that had always been there for her distracted her from her current situation.
Because she was gone. Gone too far to notice the camera that was hanging above her, recording her every move…
_I am a line_
"Nice game tonight!" Draco began with a loud voice, trying to hide his nervousness from his best friend. They were walking together towards the locker room after being held back by his parents, who had been wondering why their son hadn't played in the game. Draco had reassured them that this was just temporary but they still wanted to learn the details. His mother had even asked about Harry! She said that he was a really handsome young man and that she looked forward to meet him some day, if Draco gave her the chance. The young man couldn't decide if he wanted to answer with a "Me too." or just run to the furthest corner of the school so that no one could find him.
Either way, he still felt a little glad that his mother seemed to like Harry… even without knowing how much he meant to him.
And now he had a bigger problem to attend to. This was the perfect opportunity to tell Blaise the truth, to reveal his secret. Now that people like Ginny had started to notice, he needed to say it more than ever. He just had to find a way to start.
"Yea… It was. I have to admit that Potter is a better captain than I expected. He has a true talent." Blaise said while readjusting his gym bag on his shoulder.
"Speaking of Potter…" Draco whispered "I wanted to tell you something. Well you see… Harry and I…"
The sound of loud laughter interrupted Draco's attempt and the two friends turned to see the most unusual thing that both of them had ever seen inside their school. A young couple was standing in front of some rusty old lockers, smiling to each other like the most amazing thing just happened to them. They seemed to be trapped into their own little world, not even noticing their audience. The unusual part was that they were both boys.
The taller of the two had his hands wrapped around the other's waist and placed a small kiss on his right cheek, giving Draco the chance to see the shorter one's face. Draco recognized him immediately. It was Longbottom, Hermione's best friend.
"I hate him." he heard a whisper, coming from his right. "I hate him so much. He thinks that just because he found a boyfriend, he can bring him here and rub it on our faces. Well I hate him. I hate him and everyone like him."
Draco froze at Blaise's declaration. All the courage that he had gathered for this event, all the confidence and the strength suddenly disappeared from his body. So it was true then… Blaise was really a homophobe. In the back of his mind, Draco had always known it. His best friend hated people like him, people like Longbottom…
All these years of friendship, every single minute they spent together would be vanished within seconds if he told him his secret now. And really… was it worth it?
Was his relationship with Harry worth losing such a friend?
And why did he have to choose?
Why did he have to sacrifice something in order to be happy?
No. Not now. He couldn't deal with it now. He needed time. More time to see whether or not he could change Blaise's opinion. He needed to talk to Harry about this.
"Blaise…" Draco said to his friend in a calm and quiet voice, hoping that the others wouldn't notice them. "We have to go. This is none of our business. Come on… Go and find Granger. We still have a bet to win."
His words seemed to wake Blaise up from his haze because the boy started to blink a few times before turning his gaze away from the happy couple and focused it on the person next to him.
"Right." He replied and then began to walk away without a single glance to the others. Draco noticed that although, his voice sounded a little more steady this time, it still had none of its usual power in it. He wondered whenever or not, this incident had affected Blaise more than he wanted it to show. Maybe his dislike for homosexuals was deeper than he thought.
They tried to leave the partly empty corridor without making Longbottom and his boyfriend see them but there weren't that lucky. Because right when they were walking past them, the short boy moved his face away from the young man's neck and sent a heated glare at Blaise's direction, as if he was challenging him to say something about this with his eyes. Blaise's reaction, however, was only to give them both one of his favorite guy-nods-of-acknowledgement and continue his trip to the locker room without doing or saying anything else.
At the same time, Draco's cell phone buzzed inside his pocket and the blonde took it out, hoping that Harry was the one, who texted him in this difficult moment. He was right, it was indeed Harry but the tone of the message was not similar to the one from all the previous ones that they had exchange.
Come to the usual classroom NOW. I need to talk to you- H
_I am a line_
There was only one window inside the classroom that Harry and Draco usually met whenever they had free time to see each other. Its dirty glass, stained for the many years of disuse prevented anyone from seeing what was on the other side of it, proving that that particular room hadn't been cleaned up in years. No one seemed to care about the oldest and smallest classroom of this school, not even the janitor.
Not important… that's what it was.
That's what Harry was too…
The few tears that had managed to escape earlier as he was trying to decide what he was going to do about Draco, had already dried on his cheeks but he still felt like shit. He placed both of his hands on the cold surface of the teacher's desk, lowering his head a little so that he couldn't see the other boy enter from the door in front of him. He needed to keep his brain in check because one small mistake could be lethal. One single glance at Draco could be fatal for what he was trying to achieve…
And suddenly he wasn't alone anymore. The door was opening and a pair of feet stumbled inside. Harry kept his eyes down, hissing when Draco tried to get close to him.
"Stay where you are. Don't come any closer."
"Is everything okay, Harry?" asked the blond with a confused expression on his face.
"You tell me…" answered Harry, giving into temptation one more time and raising his head to look into those grey eyes, which were definitely going to ruin him one day. "Is everything okay? Are we okay?"
"I think so… why? What happened?"
Anger filled Harry's veins at that moment. Gone were the sadness and the self-pity. Hello rage and frustration.
"You LYING son of a bitch!" he shouted, searching for something to throw to him, something that was going to make him hurt like he was hurting right now. He finally decided to use one of the chairs that were lying carelessly around the room.
Draco dodged the attack and shouted back. "What's wrong with YOU? Why are you angry all of the sudden?"
Another chair flied towards him, when he finished talking and then another and another. They even kept coming throughout Harry's next words, which was making Draco more confused than he was before. He had barely managed to avoid some of them before he could take one step closer to his visibly upset boyfriend.
"WHY? You've got the nerve to ask Why? You… You've got no shame at all! I thought that I could trust you! I was foolish enough to trust you, yet you still betrayed me! I knew that I shouldn't have done it… And I fucking TOLD you! I told you that a relationship is supposed to be between two people who can at least tell the truth to each other! Why did you lie to me?"
The tears were back now and they weren't just a few. It was as if a whole thunderstorm had begun behind Harry's eyes and it couldn't stop. Not while his heart was aching under his chest.
"Why did you have to lie?" he said in a broken voice. "I wasn't going to say anything… Why did you come back after that night, begging for a relationship, when you didn't want one in the first place? Why… Why did you promise so much, when you are not capable of giving it? Did you do this to hurt me? Because you've done it! I am hurt!"
"I don't understand. What are you talking about?" Draco muttered and took another step forward, when he saw that there were no more chairs for him to hide from.
"And you still deny it! I thought that you had at least some dignity! Obviously you don't even know what it is!"
"Harry! Calm down and tell me! What happened?" repeated the taller boy as he searched for a way to make everything right again.
Harry, on the other hand, wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He couldn't find any strength within him to continue this pointless fight anymore. It was hard to even stand next to Draco right now, when he was this vulnerable. So he decided that revealing the truth to the other boy might be his ticket out.
"Ginny came to me today."
At the mention of the redhead's name, Draco froze in the middle of his next step and asked "And what did she say?"
"She gave me a note…"
"And what was the note about?"
"Don't you know?"
A short snort was heard from Harry after that question, followed by a soft but breathless whisper.
"You continue to disappoint me… I would have appreciated some honesty at a time like this but since you don't want to give that either, I will explain it to you."
Harry took a deep breath and continued "The note was about your little meeting… I don't know what you did together and I never want to find out but you have to understand that after this, our… 'relationship' is over."
"WHAT?" screamed Draco from the shock.
"Didn't you hear me? I said-"
"I know what you said!" the blonde interrupted as he finally walked as close to Harry as he could. He raised his hand and added in a more controlled voice this time "Give me the note."
"If Weasley's little bitch of a sister thinks that she can ruin what we have, then I want to see how she is trying to do it. Give me the note now."
Looking around the room so that he wouldn't have to meet Draco's intense stare, Harry scratched his neck and thought about the two small pieces of paper that were probably lying somewhere on the floor of one of the school's corridors. Maybe he shouldn't have thrown those away. Now he didn't have any evidence that what he said was true. Draco was definitely going to say that he made all this up…
"Give me the damn note, Harry!" demanded Draco again.
"I don't have it, okay? I destroyed it! I didn't want to have anything to remind of what you did!"
Draco's hand fell on his side, when he heard this. "I didn't do anything!" he declared "This whole mess is a big lie! The Weasley-girl has planned this to trick us! Did you know that she came to me today, dropping hint after hint about my sexuality? She must have found out something about us and wants to have some fun with it!"
"She… knows?" wondered Harry aloud but then shook his head in denial "No, she wouldn't do something like this even if she knew. She is not a bad person!"
"And you think that I am? I mean… you obviously do, otherwise you wouldn't believe her lies but… think about it from my perspective. Why would I want to sleep with her, when I am in love with you? I went through all this trouble to finally have you and you think that I will toss this, toss us away for a girl like Ginny Weasley? I am not that evil… or stupid. And besides we have been talking on the phone every day since we got together. You know where I was every hour of the day! I didn't have the time to meet her! I promise you that I will talk to her tomorrow and clear things up."
And just like that all the anger and the hurt disappeared from Harry's face, leaving only confusion and a hint of hope on the handsome features. Deep green eyes widened at the realization of the deeper meaning inside Draco's words as their owner asked "You are in love with me?"
A smile appeared on Draco's lips as he answered "Of course I am. I tried to tell you many times but you kept interrupting me." He stepped right in front of Harry and with the hand that he had asked for the note, touched his cheek softly. "I love you… and if you want, I will shout it from a rooftop. I will tell everyone. I don't need any girl and especially not Ginny Weasley, when I have you right here… right now. I don't need anyone… just you. Only you."
Silence followed Draco's confession, a silence that was only broken by Harry's painful sobs. The brunet launched himself into Draco's embrace and buried his face inside the soft skin of the taller boy's shoulder, whispering "Sorry" and "I love you, too." in between heavy breaths.
"You don't have to apologize…" Draco reassured the crying teen. "I know how persuading people can be sometimes. And I haven't been an angel in the past…"
"I… I shouldn't have… I am so sorry."
Kisses were shared under the low light of the small classroom after that. Lips danced in the most ancient dance, that the human race had ever created, clothes were removed, hands started to wander against the exposed skin and teeth marked wherever they wished. Words were exchanged, quiet sentences here and there, over moans and cries of passion.
"I want you."
_I am a line_
What our two lovebirds didn't know, however, was that a few meters away and outside their hiding place, Ron Weasley was searching for his best friend, who had mysteriously disappeared after he had sent him outside the locker room to tell Lavender to leave. The redhead boy was shouting his name over and over again, fearing that maybe Harry had left without him or that even worse: the girls had trapped him somewhere to make him go out with them.
"Are you looking for Harry?" a female voice asked from behind him, making Ron turn around to see Hermione walking towards him.
"Yea, he disappeared an hour ago and I don't know where he is. What are you doing here?"
"I was searching for Neville but I think that he might have left with Cedric, so I am going home. Do you want help?"
Even though they had started to be polite to each other, Ron was still shocked by Hermione's proposal. He wondered whenever or not this was the right time for him to ask her out… He saw how Seamus had managed to win Padma, why couldn't he try to win Hermione? And maybe Harry was right; he had been living in the land of denial for far too long now. He had to gather his courage and talk to her.
Wait! This wasn't his voice! And those were definitely not the words that he wanted to say!
Oh no… Oh hell no! This wasn't… it couldn't be…
"Was that Harry?" Hermione asked him with wide eyes. The two of them turned their heads almost at the same time at the direction of the closed door on their right from where the disturbing (and traumatizing for Ron) sounds seemed to come. In the speed of lighting, the redhead ran and placed himself in front of the heavy wooden surface, blocking it from Hermione's hands so that the girl couldn't open it.
But Hermione was right behind him and if Ron hadn't been training every day with the basketball team, she might have managed to win, which would result in a very embarrassing (and also traumatizing for Ron) discovery. Luckily Harry's voice couldn't be heard anymore, something that he didn't want to think about right now.
"You know who is in there!" said Hermione, providing Ron with the perfect distraction from what was happening inside the classroom that he was so desperately protecting "You actually know! Who is it? I promise that I won't tell!"
"I am not saying anything! This is my friend's business not yours! Now go!"
Hermione just raised one of her eyebrows and folded her arms in front of her chest. Her blue blouse looked really nice on her but now was not the time to think about clothing either. "I am not going anywhere… I will just wait for Harry to come out and tell me himself. I think that after all this time that we have spent together in the same lunch table, he knows how trustworthy I am."
This was an unfair world, Ron realized. Because only in a very unfair world, could a situation like this be happening. Now he had to deal not only with Hermione's detective skills but also with Lavender's extremely high voice. The short girl was just standing there, looking at them with her happy brown eyes, which made Hermione turn to him with a questioning stare.
"Ron!" Lavender shouted again. "Your friend told me that you didn't have time today but I couldn't resist… I had to see you."
Hermione's expression could only be described as murderous.
"Who is she?" she said, pointing at Lavender with an accusing finger.
Lavender didn't lose time to respond "No, the question is: who are you? I am Ron's girlfriend."
Okay… he needed to step in and do it fast! Those were going to attack each other if he didn't say something. (Although, the thought of two girls fighting for him was an amazing turn on…)
"Ladies! Can we have this conversation somewhere else? And Lavender, I never said that you are-"
"We don't have to go anywhere!" told him Hermione "I am leaving! I don't want to get in between you two… besides… I haven't talked to Blaise in a while. I am sure that he will be very glad to see me."
Everything happened very fast. If you asked Ron a few hours later, he wouldn't remember how he had persuaded Lavender to leave the school or what they did and how he ended up in his own home. He wouldn't tell you, if Harry left that classroom without being noticed or not. His memory stopped working the minute; Hermione's back disappeared from his sight.
_I am a line_
"You know… for someone, who doesn't want to be discovered, you made a lot of noise during sex."
Harry stopped in the middle of buttoning up his shirt and turned around to look into his boyfriend's amused eyes. He was exhausted, truly exhausted. All those emotions that he had felt today had left only an unexpected peace in their wake but they still had been a little bit too tiring for his poor heart. Right now all he wanted to do was sleep and forget, make the events of this day look like a dream.
"You don't understand the power that you have over me, Draco." He said while putting on his jacket "You can turn me from a silent closet case into a screaming lover into seconds. Just by saying that you loved me, you made me forget about everything… Ginny, the note…"
"The note was a lie and I will prove it to you." told him Draco with determination.
"I believe you… I know that I should have analyzed the situation better before, I came here but still… this proves just how much you can affect me. I mean, only the thought of losing you can make me insane."
A pair of familiar hands reached for his, as soon as he finished his sentence, interlocking their fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze. Draco sighed heavily before he took them away and said
"Me too. I feel like that too."
A/N: FINALLY! It's done!
Hello once again, readers! I am really happy that this chapter is finished because I kept spacing out, while I was writing it. I hope that it doesn't show.
Well… let's reply to your reviews!
Teatreekni: Cliffhangers are my life! Just kidding… they help me a lot though.
Nannily: Thank you one more time for reviewing! I am trying to give all the pairings their chance to shine (with Harry and Draco being the main one of course) but you will see that no one is perfect in this story. Everyone has their dark side, sometimes it shows and sometimes it's hiding better than we think. I believe that Neville might have showed his today… Waiting to see what you have to say about this chapter!