Harry Potter Big Brother

EVICTION: THE AFTERMATH

Draco turns from the door and hears his father shouting outside. He ignores Lucius and smiles at Harry who is smiling back and shaking his head in disbelief.

HARRY: I can't believe you just said that to your father!
OLIVER: Um, we can't believe you said it at ALL.

Draco and Harry turn to find the entire household (minus Snape who is upstairs sulking) staring at them.

HARRY: Well, I guess our secret's out.
HERMIONE: Harry, we sort of already guessed. After Ron saw you and Draco in the bedroom, well...
RON: I still think it's crap.
OLIVER: You're GAY?
PERCY: Oh fuck.

Everyone looks at him.

PERCY: I'm sorry for my language. I was just thinking of all the times Harry slept over at The Burrow. Sorry, I'm just not - I've never known anyone who's gay before.
HARRY: I guess. I mean, I never thought about it in black and white terms. Draco and me - just happened.
HERMIONE: I think it's great, Harry. Except--
HARRY: What?
HERMIONE: Draco hates us.
HARRY: No he doesn't.
DRACO: I used to. But I don't now. I still mildly dislike you and your goody goodyness, but I don't hate you. Hate's a strong word.
RON: He can't even say he doesn't hate us without insulting us.
HARRY: We're going to have to learn to get along, at least while we're stuck here.
SIRIUS: Harry's right.
OLIVER: Does this mean that Draco and Harry are going to get a room together?
RON: Oh please, I'm going to puke if you talk like that.
HERMIONE: Harry, I think Ron and I need to talk to you privately. Is that ok?
HARRY: Sure. (He looks back at Draco who shrugs.) Where do you want to talk?
RON: Please not that closet again.
SIRIUS: That'd be funny wouldn't it? You all talking in the closet and then coming out. Coming out of the closet? Harry in the closet--coming out of the closet? Har!

Everyone looks at him, unsmiling.

SIRIUS: Sorry.

HERMIONE: We'll just step into Ron's room.

Hermione, Ron and Harry head up to the bedroom and shut the door. They sit on the bed and talk very quietly.

HERMIONE: Harry, I don't think it bothers us really who you like and all that--
RON: Speak for yourself.
HERMIONE: Fine, it bothers Ron some but I'm sure he can deal. What we're really concerned about is well, Draco Malfoy is from a Death Eater family. How can we trust him? How can YOU trust him?
HARRY: But he's not like his father. He doesn't want to be a Death Eater. He may not be a really good person, I mean he's got scars and he's done mean things, but people can change.
RON: Malfoys never change.
HERMIONE: You don't know that for sure, Ron.
RON: Harry what if you and Draco are going at it and you let something slip? About Dumbledore? About Sirius? We have a lot to lose and we can't afford you to be fraternizing with the enemy.
HARRY: But Draco's not the enemy. He's nothing like his father - and we just kicked HIM out, so no worries.
HERMIONE: Ron's right, Harry. As much as I don't want to say it, I think you having a personal and intimate relationship with Draco is a very bad idea. I was talking to Percy and Sirius about it earlier and trying to get everyone to help keep you two apart until this was all done. Then I thought maybe you'd be able to see more clearly.
RON: Yeah it could just be forced prox--proxi--
HERMIONE: Proximity.
RON: Yeah. You're stuck in the house and all and there's tension and maybe you just couldn't take it and sorta snapped. Maybe you're not even gay.
HARRY: (Looking at Hermione) So that's why Oliver had said everyone was talking about us upstairs today.
HERMIONE: Yes. I was only looking out for our best interests, Harry. I hope you can understand.
HARRY: I do understand, Hermione. You and Ron are my best friends and I 'd never do anything to hurt either of you, at least not intentionally.
RON: That's just it. Maybe you're being in love with Malfoy is just a fling, something conjured up to help you pass the time here.
HARRY: I don't think it is.
HERMIONE: Did you feel this way before coming here? About Malfoy? About any boy?
HARRY: (thinks) No, not really.
RON: It could just be a phase.
HARRY: I truly don't think it is, though. I feel so comfortable with him. It feels right.
RON: But there's still a chance someone could change your mind. You liked Cho, remember? Don't you like her anymore?
HARRY: Sorta. But not like I like Draco.
RON: Have you ever had sex with a girl?
HARRY: Don't ask me that Ron, Hermione's here.
RON: Sorry, but I was thinking if you hadn't, you maybe could do it just to make sure you're gay. Hermione, could you--
HERMIONE: Absolutely not! (to Harry) No offense, of course, Harry.
HARRY: Ron, I know what you're trying to do but it's not fair. I feel this way, it's real. And screwing a girl isn't going to change it. I'm sorry.
HERMIONE: Just be careful, Harry. What if Draco is just playing you?
HARRY: Then why would he act that way to his father?
HERMIONE: You're right on that one. It was impressive. Did you see Lucius's face? (she breaks out in a smirk)
RON: He looked so pissed.
HARRY: Yeah, it was brilliant. And Draco did that for me. For us.

Hermione gets up to leave.

HERMIONE: If you need us Harry we're here for you. Just be careful, ok?
HARRY: I will.
RON: And please don't go fucking on my bed or anything.
HARRY: Why would I do that?
RON: I don't know but I have this weird feeling that it's going to happen. So don't do it. Just...don't.
HARRY: (laughing) Sure, Ron.
HERMIONE: I'll be downstairs. Bye, guys.

Ron gets up to leave as well.

RON: I'd better go, too. (he pauses by the door) Harry...you're my best friend and I want you to know that...well, I'll still love you either way. Like, if you're gay or not. But I don't like the idea. And I'm not IN LOVE with you, ok? I just have a really platonic love for you. No kissing and all that.
HARRY: (getting up and going over to Ron and laughing) I know, Ron, I know.

He puts a hand on Ron's shoulder and Ron stiffens for a second then relaxes and gives Harry a tight grin.

RON: I better go. (He heads out.)

Out in the hallway, Hermione passes by Snape's room and hears a snuffling sound, as if someone was crying within.

HERMIONE: Professor Snape, are you all right in there?
SNAPE: (His voice sounding a bit strangled) Everything is fine, Miss Granger.
HERMIONE: All right then. I'll just be going downstairs.

She heads to the staircase and bumps into Percy coming up.

PERCY: Hermione.
HERMIONE: Percy. How's everything?
PERCY: Fine. I thought for sure I was a goner, though. I haven't eaten a thing all day. I was sick with worry.
HERMIONE: Well dinner's coming up soon, why don't you come down and have a bite?
PERCY: I will. (he pauses) Hermione?
HERMIONE: Yes?
PERCY: Are you really glad I wasn't evicted? Like you said downstairs?
HERMIONE: Absolutely.
PERCY: Thanks.
HERMIONE: My pleasure. See you downstairs.

She runs down the remaining stairs and Percy watches her. He then heads to his room to change his clothes for dinner. He puts on an especially nice robe then goes to the dining table and takes the seat next to Hermione.

DAY 8 - EVENING

Snape arrives at the dinner table with red-rimmed eyes.

SIRIUS: Professor, what's wrong with your eyes? They're all red and puffy.
SNAPE: I was working on a potion and a bit splashed in my eyes. It's nothing serious.
SIRIUS: Oh. Did you flush them with water? That always helps. Or we could get Big Brother or the emergency wand or something.
SNAPE: Sirius, I do not need any help. I am fine thank you. Please pass the potatoes.

Harry and Draco sit next to each other across the table, and Draco grabs Harry's hand under the table and rubs his finger on Harry's palm, prompting Harry to blush.

RON: Gah, can you two quit it? We're eating here!
HERMIONE: What did they do? I didn't see anything.
OLIVER: I didn't see anything, either.

Percy sneaks glances at Hermione, who is sitting on his left. She reaches for the salt and Percy stops her.

PERCY: Here, let me get that for you.

He grabs the salt and as he hands it to her, their fingers graze. Percy's ears go red and Hermione smiles warmly.

HERMIONE: Thank you.
PERCY: You're welcome.

Ron is too busy watching Harry and Draco and doesn't notice his brother making eyes at Hermione. Snape picks at his food and doesn't look up at anyone. He seems to be extremely interested in making little mountains with his potatoes.

OLIVER: (Leaning over to Sirius) What's with him?
SIRIUS: I think he's upset over the eviction.
OLIVER: Don't tell me he was friends with Lucius.
SIRIUS: It seems so. He looks really heartbroken.
OLIVER: Should we ignore it?
SIRIUS: For now, yes. He's intensely private. I'm sure he won't want to talk about it. He hardly ever goes into the Diary room anymore. If at all.
OLIVER: Heck, I haven't gone in there in ages, either.
SIRIUS: Me, neither.

Sirius addresses the entire table.

SIRIUS: Has anyone been in the Diary room lately?

Harry and Draco look up, startled.

HARRY: Uh, what do you mean?
RON: Please, don't tell me you and Malfoy fucked in there!
PERCY: Ron! Language!
RON: Sorry.
SIRIUS: No I didn't mean it that way. I just haven't gone in this week and I was wondering if it's in our contract or something?
HERMIONE: It's not. It's optional. They want us to go in at least once a week, but things have been so busy lately, I just forgot about it.
SIRIUS: I was just curious.
OLIVER: I better go in after dinner then. To remember what it looks like. In case we have a quiz or something.
SIRIUS: Me, too.
DOBBY: Dobby goes into the Diary room every day but he doesn't say anything.
PERCY: Why is that, Dobby?
DOBBY: Dobby wanted to say bad things about people but he stopped himself. Dobby did not want to have to punish himself.
HERMIONE: That makes sense.
DRACO: Which people did you want to say bad things about?
DOBBY: Oh, Dobby must not say, sir. But Dobby can assure you that the problem has been taken care of and Dobby does not have anything unkind to say about anyone here.
RON: That's a relief.

After dinner, Oliver retreats to the Diary Room

OLIVER: I have to admit, this has been a crazy week. I can't believe Harry and Draco - together! It almost gives me the courage to come out, but I know I can't. I have a crush on someone in the house but I can't reveal that, either. There's more than enough drama going on these days, and we've got a Challenge coming up the day after tomorrow. I think I'll sit on the sidelines and watch everything unfold for a while. Hopefully if I keep quiet and keep my nose out of trouble, I won't get ousted next week.

He leaves the Diary room and heads out for a quick game of night Quidditch. Sirius then heads into the Diary Room.

SIRIUS: Wow, I don't know if I have ever even been in here yet. (looks around) Nice! Anyway, I am not sure what to say but this whole Harry and Draco thing is pretty interesting. I wonder what's going on? And I'm sure that Snape had been crying today. I think he really lost his best pal or something the way he ran upstairs and wouldn't come down for hours. I've also noticed something going on with Percy and Hermione. I thought that Hermione was with Ron, but it looks like Ron's preoccupied with this Harry and Draco thing for some reason. He's taking it really rough. I don't want to say Ron's in love with Harry or anything, but they are close friends so it must have been a great shock. Me, I'm just a bit lonesome here. And we've still got weeks to go. I hope I make it. It sure is hard to go without sex for two weeks. (pauses) Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

He gets up and leaves, embarrassed at his own admission.

Meanwhile, Hermione has retreated to the upstairs patio and is looking up at the stars peeking out of the darkening sky. The door behind her squeaks and she jumps and turns to see Percy Weasley looking around the French door.

PERCY: Oh! Sorry, Hermione, I didn't know anyone was up here.
HERMIONE: That's all right. Did you need something?
PERCY: No, I was just coming up to get some air. I can go--
HERMIONE: No, stay. Come on and look at the stars with me.
PERCY: All right, if you don't mind.
HERMIONE: Of course not. Look, Big Brother even provided us a telescope. (She gestures to the expensive looking and high-powered telescope set up in the corner.)
PERCY: Wow that's impressive.
HERMIONE: Yeah, he's not all bad, eh? (smiling)
PERCY: I guess not.
HERMIONE: So...
PERCY: So.
HERMIONE: (searching for something to say) ...DO you think Ron will be all right? He's taking the news about Harry very hard.
PERCY: I've never seen him like this before, actually. I can't say what he's thinking.
HERMIONE: This may sound kind of weird, so please don't repeat it to anyone, ok?
PERCY: Ok.
HERMIONE: Ron was acting ...well...almost jealous, don't you think? I mean, I know they're best friends and all and Harry seeing Draco is a big deal and all, but Ron watches them constantly yet he says it's gross. You know? I can't figure him out, and I don't want to pry. I don't think he's gay because we...well, you know (she blushes and smiles, looking away).
PERCY: Had sex?
HERMIONE: What? No! What gave you that idea?
PERCY: You just spent so much time with Ron in that closet--
HERMIONE: That was just kissing. We had some fun, but now it's like he doesn't even know I exist. He's always following Harry, talking about Harry. Makes me feel invisible.
PERCY: (quietly) I see you. I mean, I see that you exist.
HERMIONE: I know, but I expect it from Ron--for him to care about ME sometimes as well as Harry. And maybe even more. Why shouldn't I expect it? I mean we did make out and all. Oh I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I shouldn't. I'm sorry. That's what the Diary Room is for. (She puts her hands up to her eyes and covers them for a moment, then rubs her temples.) Ugh, I'm getting a headache from all of it. Too much thinking.
PERCY: Here, sit down a sec and rest.

He gestures to a loveseat on the end of the patio and Hermione sits. Percy takes a seat next to her and looks at her carefully, drinking in her soft clean scent. She continues to rub her temples.

PERCY: Allow me.

He reaches up and gingerly takes her hands and puts them down in her lap, then reaches up and massages her temples softly with his fingertips. Hermione closes her eyes and lolls her head, allowing Percy to caress her head as she relaxes.

HERMIONE: (in a dreamy, faraway voice) Mmmm, that feels nice.

Percy studies her face as he massages her; she looks so peaceful with her eyes closed. Percy counts the few freckles near her nose, then looks at her soft pink lips, slightly parted. He imagines what it would be like to kiss Hermione and the more he thinks of it, the closer he leans in toward her. He moves his hands a bit so that his palms are cupping her face, and he can feel her breath. She feels the change and opens her eyes, her lids fluttering a bit as she sees how close Percy is. She looks into his eyes for a second, then makes an unspoken decision. There, in the quiet of the night, Hermione brings her hand up to Percy's neck and draws him into a soft, sweet kiss.

DAY 8 - Late Night

The housemates have all gone to bed, but Draco Malfoy can't sleep. He tosses and turns in bed and can't stop thinking of Harry. He gets up and puts on his robe, grabs his wand and steps into the hallway. Slowly he creeps to Harry and Oliver's room, where he hears Oliver snoring loudly. Carefully, Draco cracks open the door. Harry stirs in his bed and sits up, peering toward the door.

HARRY: (Whispering) Who's there?
DRACO: It's me.

Harry gets out of bed and grabs his robe, then steps into the hallway silently.

HARRY: What's wrong?
DRACO: Can't sleep.
HARRY: Me neither.
DRACO: I can't stop thinking about today. And you. And us. Today.
HARRY: Me, too.
DRACO: I need to be with you.

Harry touches Draco's face and caresses his cheek softly.

DRACO: Come with me.
HARRY: Where?
DRACO: I want to be alone with you. Everyone's asleep, they won't know.
HARRY: In your room?
DRACO: No, Ron's in there. He'd freak.
HARRY: Where, then?
DRACO: I'll show you. Just follow me.

Draco takes Harry's hand and leads him down the hall. When he reaches the window he pulls out his wand and whispers "Lumos!" so the tip glows brightly.

HARRY: We're going out the window?
DRACO: Yeah.
HARRY: How?
DRACO: We can climb.
HARRY: Big Brother already told us we're not allowed on the roof.
DRACO: Do you not want to go?
HARRY: I didn't say that.
DRACO: Then come on.
HARRY: Wait, I'll get my Firebolt.

Harry tiptoes back into his room and grabs his broom. He comes back to the window and he and Draco climb onto the broomstick and fly out into the night. Harry maneuvers their way to the top of the roof to where there is a flat, safe spot between the eaves. They set down and Draco opens his robes so Harry can snuggle against him. Harry puts his arms around Draco and rubs his face into Draco's chest as Draco wraps his arms around Harry, protectively.

DRACO: This is better than being alone in bed.
HARRY: Yeah. You smell so good. How do you do that?
DRACO: It's natural.
HARRY: Really?
DRACO: Yep. Some people just naturally smell good. I'm not being a prat. It's true. Not that you smell bad or anything, you don't.
HARRY: I was just surprised because you smell so...clean. I always thought of you as dark and dirty, like Knockturn Alley. I never knew you smelled so fresh.
DRACO: Yes, I'm a daisy. Quit it, already, Harry. (he laughs softly and pulls Harry closer) Stop smelling me and start kissing me.

Harry looks up into Draco's eyes, sparkling with moonlight. The Slytherin's eyes were like two small blue moons looking back at him, full of light and love. He'd never seen anything other than malice in Draco's eyes before coming to the BB House, and the new expression left him happy, but confused. Was this all real? Or was Ron right? Is Draco using him? The look in Draco's eyes is too genuine to be conjured, and Harry allows himself to melt into the boy's arms as Draco leans in and claims Harry's mouth with his own. The kiss progresses almost immediately to a passionate, hungry and forceful need to be one with each other.

DRACO: (breaking the kiss) Did you have a good time today?
HARRY: (nodding) It was amazing.
DRACO: (laughing softly) You're funny, Harry.
HARRY: (Turns to look at Draco with a goofy smile on his.) You're crazy.

Draco lays down next to Harry and caresses his face, pushing a lock of dark hair from the Gryffindor's eyes.

DRACO: You're beautiful.

The boys lie on the roof and watch the stars, wondering if their fate is written in the sky. After a time, Draco leans his head onto Harry's chest and listens to his steady heartbeat.

DRACO: (whispering) I love you, Harry.

Draco looks up to see Harry's face, and finds his lover already peacefully asleep. He smiles, then puts his arms around Harry and gives in to sleep himself.