The Only Good Type of Secret

Chapter 3 - The Plan(s)

lmao why is that so funny (personally, i think malfoy-potter sounds best but what do u guys think)? 

Fred and George knew something. Harry shook his head exasperatedly. Hiding him and Draco... it was becoming a little too much. There was never a time in the Burrow where you could be alone. Now, Harry loved the Burrow, of course. The closeness of it all was comforting after spending most of your life isolated in a cupboard under the stairs, hiding from your so-called 'family.' But having a secret that could ruin everything in a split second was pretty terrifying. Harry glanced back at Fred and George who seemed to have identical knowing grins on their faces. He internally cursed himself for almost slipping up yesterday when Percy and Draco had gone all awry.

He sighed quietly and turned back to the table, picking up the dirty dishes and bringing them to the sink. He wished he had had magic to do the dishes for him back at the Dursleys. The sink back at Privet Drive was always piled high with bowls from Vernon and Dudley's last snacking binge. Luckily, thought Harry, I won't have to see any of their repulsive faces for the rest of the holiday. He must have been making a strange face, because suddenly Draco was next to him, peering into his eyes with a questioning look. "Harry, are you alright?" He asked knowingly. Harry sighed. Earlier that year, Draco had eased him into confessing how his time at the Dursleys' was spent. There was just something about Draco that made him so easy to talk to; and those eyes... "Harry?"

"Oh! Sorry, I... er," he began, snapping out of his thoughts. "I just..." he sighed. "I guess I'm just really grateful for the Weasleys, you know?"

Draco nodded in understanding. "I... am too," he replied. Harry looked up into those deep grey eyes in surprise. Draco smiled softly. "I realize how much I owe them. They are, after all, protecting me. Plus... the food is good," he added with a smirk and a slight shrug. Harry laughed. "Dray, you sounded like Ron for a second there," he said, still chuckling. As expected, Draco's expression quickly morphed into one of disgust. "Ugh. Harry, do not ever do that again. Weasley may be... tolerable, and not terrible at chess, however being compared to him is something I will never sit back and let happen." Harry just laughed some more, and turned back to the sink to wash his hands. When he was done, he turned back to Draco.

"So..."

"So..." Draco replied.

Then the blonde boy smirked, and Harry knew that smirk. It was the one he used to do when taunting Harry, but now it meant- mmph.

Harry melted into the kiss, which was soft and sweet. Draco always knew what he needed, and what Harry was feeling. The kiss continued, slowly getting more passionate, until-

"I bet they're together."

"I think so, too. The kitchen?"

And then they heard footsteps slowly getting louder, and Draco sent Harry an apologetic look that was so full of love, and Harry nodded. Draco pushed Harry as hard as he could, and Harry twisted his face into a false scowl of animosity. The kitchen door opened, and Hermione and Ginny stood facing the two boys who seemed to be engaging in a perfectly normal activity: fighting.

But of course, Hermione's intuition was too strong and she immediately nudged Ginny's shoulder. Being very clever herself, Ginny nodded and giggled. Hermione's hunch about the boys had seemed a little... far-fetched at first, but if it was true... well, if it was true then that would certainly be an interesting twist to the normally mellow summer holiday.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione began, "We just wanted to check up on you. You've been in here for a while, you know."

Harry's face flushed, and he made a face as though he were trying to force the redness down; it took all of Hermione's willpower not to laugh. "Er, yeah, sorry about that. I was just reminding Dra- Malfoy of his place here." Ginny nodded. "Ah, okay then. It seems like you're fine. Hermione?" she said, nodding towards the door. Hermione gave one last lingering look at the two boys before nodding back at Ginny and following her out of the kitchen.