Very Secret Diary - Hermione Granger

Wednesday 13^th November

We had a surprise quiz in Potions today - Professor Snape was in a particular foul mood, so we had to suffer for it. It was terribly easy, particularly for his standards. Or maybe that extra reading did pay off. Who would have though it?

Harry's acting dreadfully strangely at the moment, I'm not exactly sure what is wrong. He and Malfoy have been fighting even more often that usual. I don't think I've seen it be worse.

When I was younger, my mother used to tell me that the boys that teased me did so because they secretly liked me.

Could that theory be applied in this case? Granted, she was talking about ten year olds, and Harry and Malfoy are sixteen.

But how else could you explain such a violent loathing between two people? It's not as if either of them have ever really done anything to each other - well, there was nothing to begin the hatred, really. Or perhaps Malfoy is rather thin-skinned, and he took Harry's rejection of him in first year very personally.

But can you imagine that? Harry and Malfoy, sneaking off to snog in a broom closet somewhere?

Oh, I don't think I could stand it, really. I mean, Malfoy's cute, in the "Oh-look-at-me, I'm-so-dreadfully-wonderful-that-I-think-you-can't-stand-it-anymore-and-want-to-tear-off-my-clothes" kinda way, but Harry wouldn't even dream of looking at him, even if Malfoy was female. Harry's dreadfully straight; he couldn't really be anything else... could he?

Thursday 14^th November

Now, when I talked about Harry and Malfoy being together, I didn't really mean it, diary. I didn't really want to catch glances at each other, the struggle to find insults, when all they wanted to do is lock themselves in the closest classroom and tear each other's clothes off...

But now I notice every move they make, and it's really quite scary. Harry and Malfoy? It seems untenable. But surely...

Sunday 17^th November

Can you imagine it, diary? I can. It's all I've been able to think about in the past couple of days. My mind can't seem to steer away from thoughts of Malfoy and Harry together, of all things. Every time I see either of them, or both of them, I wonder if they've just come from a tryst in the broom closet, in the Astronomy Tower, in one of Harry's secret passages.

I have to... I have to do something with these images. I can't tell anyone, they'd lock me up in Saint Mungo's. Writing things down helps, doesn't it?

It's... after Potions class. Snape has forced them to pair up again - "Maybe, Potter, if you work with a decent student, you'll be able to concentrate on the task at hand."

But he can't. Not really. Not with that perfectly coiffed hair just waiting for him to run his hands through it, to mess it up thoroughly despite Malfoy's protests.

But that can wait until later, can't it? The assignation in Astronomy Tower is the time for that. They can last through this class, surely they can.

"Professor, Potter's split the juice all over my robes!"

"Potter, don't you know how to be careful? That can very easily stain... Draco, you'll have to go change your robes and make sure that gets cleaned off straight away. Potter, I'd ask you to do it, but I can't imagine you'd manage it without ruining the robes. Still, you can take it the laundry for Draco. Hurry! Your robes will be ruined if you don't get that looked at straight away Draco. Take Potter with you, he can make sure your robes get cleaned. Make sure you don't leave any on your skin, it can stain your skin as well." The two leave, Draco smirking, Harry looking guilty.

But once they're in Malfoy's dormitory, Harry flattens Malfoy against the wall, kissing him hard.

"You're terrible, you know that Malfoy... getting me in trouble like that."

"Perhaps... but it means you get to see me in the buff..." Malfoy pulls off his soaked robes and uniform, standing in front of Harry wearing nothing but his underwear.

"You, Mister Malfoy, are impossible." Harry gathers up the wet clothes.

"And just for that, I'm not going to ravish you senseless, however much you deserve it. Go have your shower. Snape will kill me if I don't get your robes clean."

"Don't be ridiculous, Potter. I didn't really spill the juice on them... it's just a bit of ink; I can get rid of it easily. Come here and kiss me..."

And kiss they did, and a lot more than that.

However, I think my mind will break if I think about this any further...

I'm being squeamish. I started this train of thought, I should finish it. Though where they're going to go, I don't know.

So, Malfoy and Harry are kissing, Harry thoroughly mussing Malfoy's hair, Malfoy digging his nails into Harry's lower back in an effort to pull him closer.

"Must... get back... to class..." Harry attempted to say, but the words got lost as Malfoy began to gnaw on his lower lip.

"Snape will think you're worrying about my robes. He's not going to miss you... and besides, I'm not letting you go anywhere, Potter..."

"Oh really, Malfoy? And how are you planning on stopping me leaving?" Harry raises an eyebrow, disentangling his hands from Malfoy's hair and pulling away.

"Like this..." Malfoy growls, yanking on Harry's robes and throwing him over onto his bed, then following him quickly, unrobing him with a speed that only comes with practice.

"Can't exactly leave a Slytherin dormitory robe less, can you? How ever would you explain that to your precious ickle Gryffindor's?"

"I could tell them the truth... that you went made with lust for, and tore all my clothes off... they know why I'm down here, after all."

"But could you explain this to them?" Draco moves in, lightning fast, his teeth biting down on Harry's neck, hard enough to leave a mark. Harry couldn't answer, just run his hands through Malfoy's hair, pulling up to kiss him savagely.

For awhile, they devour each other from the mouth down, tongues and teeth and lips leaving their mark all over the athletic boys' bodies.

"You know, Malfoy, class is probably over by now... I have to go, before any of your classmates get back..."

"Don't... come shower with me. No-one'll come in, then you can sneak away..." Malfoy followed his plea with a light kiss, looking up at the dark-haired boy.

"Well... it's on your head if we're caught, Malfoy..."

That's it! That's enough... I can sleep peacefully now... please God in Heaven, let me sleep peacefully tonight.