Fic: Our Little Secret

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Title: Our Little Secret
Author: kitty_fic
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Draco - brief mention of Ron and Luna
Prompt:At a holiday gathering, Harry mistakenly samples the spiked punch instead of the non-alcoholic version.
Warnings:Summary:No one could have predicted the shocking turn of events that happened when Harry drank the spiked punch at the Ministry party.
Word Count: 1139
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK Rowling owns everything. No money is being made by me.
A/N: Written for mini_fest 2010.



"Come on, Harry, we're going to be late for the party." Hermione stood in the doorway precariously balanced on one slender leg while pulling a strappy, black heel onto the other foot.

Stepping closer, she grabbed hold of his tie and smiled. "Here, let me help you with that."

Hermione perfected his bow-tie, and Harry leaned in for a kiss. "Thank you, Love."

Straightening the collar of his dress robes one last time, she turned them both to face the mirror. They made a lovely pair--him in his perfectly tailored black robes with red accents and her in a long, form-fitting black dress.

"We do make an attractive two-some, but our ensemble really needs some green, wouldn't you say?" Harry winked at her.

Hermione chose to ignore him, leaning in for a kiss instead. "We really have to go, Harry."

Harry kissed Hermione once more before apparating them from their flat and landing them gracefully at the apparition point of the Ministry party.

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Walking into the exquisitely decorated ballroom, they found themselves surrounded by beautifully adorned Christmas trees and sparkling fairy lights.

"It's so lovely!" Hermione sighed.

Pulling her closer, he kissed her hair. "Not as lovely as you are. You look stunning tonight." Harry's lips brushed her ear. "May I have this dance?"

Hermione tangled her fingers with his and pulled him onto the dance floor. Harry had come a long way since his first dance at the Hogwarts' Yule Ball. He moved gracefully as he twirled her around the room.

The music ended and they walked toward the festive tables. Pointing to a group of friends, Harry leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "I'll get us some punch and meet you there?"

Squeezing her hand, Harry headed toward the refreshments while she continued on her path to join Ron and Luna.

As he approached the two magical fountains, charmed to serve the red and green punch in a spectacular manner, he found his way blocked by a tall, immaculately dressed wizard accented in emerald.

"Dance lessons paid off I see, Potter," Malfoy stated. He managed to leave his snarl out and punctuated his comment instead with his trademark smirk.

"Nice try, Malfoy. I'm having too good of a time to take your bait," Harry replied with a snort. Pushing the other man aside, he gathered two glasses of punch and returned to Hermione's side.

The next couple of hours were spent laughing and dancing and enjoying the company of good friends.

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Harry stumbled as he stood from his chair. "Tha' ... punch is sooo good. 'm gonna ge' ... s'more." Leaning down, he kissed Hermione before he went.

Hermione looked at Harry in amusement and said, "How much of the green punch have you had, Harry? I think it's been spiked."

Looking at his cup, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Dunno ... maybe three or four? 'm gonna get s'more now."

A shock of white-blond hair at an adjacent table caught Harry's eye and caused him to take a short detour from his search for punch.

Passing by Draco, Harry reached out a hand and ruffled his hair. "Hair's soft as it looks, y'know," he said speaking to the Slytherin's table companions.

With a gasp, Draco recoiled in shock. "What on earth possessed you to touch me, Potter?" Rising so quickly that he knocked his chair over, Draco continued, "I'll thank you to keep your hands off of my hair!"

The confrontation between the two men started to gather a crowd, and Hermione pushed her way through to Harry's side. Grabbing his arm, she said, "Harry, please come back and sit down with me."

Harry looked at Hermione and then back to Draco. "But, 'Mione, his 'air's sooo soft. Don' y'think?"

"Harry, please," she begged, but it was too late. Harry was advancing on Draco, arms reached up to gather in the silky, blonde locks. Draco stood there in utter shock, unable to move, as Harry's hands entwined in his hair.

"So sof'. . . you're so pr'tty," Harry said, bringing one hand down to caress his cheek.

It was uncomfortably quiet, considering the size of the crowd around them, but Hermione could hear whispers and murmurs and she could feel the stares on her back.

"Harry." Hermione moved closer to him.

The tension in the room was palpable.

"Harry ...," repeated Draco, still frozen in place.

Suddenly, Harry leaned in and placed a soft but lingering kiss on Draco's lips. "Mmmm, sof' lips, too."

And then Draco was kissing him back, and the crowd let out a collective gasp. They watched the scene unfolding in front of them, many of the spectators looked to Hermione for her reaction to guide their own. This time it was Hermione who did nothing but stare in shock.

Thankfully, by that time, Draco had managed to regain his composure. "Why did we even bother to arrive separately anyway?" He muttered to himself.

Reaching out a hand, he gently circled Hermione's wrist and pulled her to them. "Oh well, Love. Looks like the kneazle's out of the bag.

There's no use in hiding our relationship any longer." He punctuated his statement with a passionate kiss to her lips. "Nothing to be done about it now except go with the flow."

Hermione pulled them both closer to her. "How very Gryffindor of you, Draco dear," Hermione teased.

"What can I say? I think it's catching." He wrinkled his nose at the mere thought of it.

Looking at Harry, Draco growled, "Weren't you the one who said we should keep our relationship a secret? I distinctly remember a conversation that went something like this: 'We have to pretend like nothing's changed. We each already have more press than we want. If the Prophet finds out we're together, we'll never hear the end of it.'" Draco's words spoke of frustration, but the sparkle in his eyes betrayed him. "Does that sound at all familiar, Harry?"

"Six months," Hermione spoke up. "Frankly, our secret lasted longer than I expected."

Completely oblivious to the crowd still surrounding them, Harry whispered rather loudly and nodded his head fervently, "Shhh! We still don' hafta tell anyone ... our lil secr't."

Harry nuzzled Draco's neck and kissed Hermione's. "I love you both. Le's jus' go home," he said. Then he was whispering again, "To bed." He waggled his eyebrows and gestured exaggeratedly with his head toward the door.

Hermione just patted him, and Draco rolled his eyes. "'Mione, Love, how could you let him end up like this on your watch?"

"What? I didn't! I mean ...," she stuttered.

Draco just laughed.

"Oh, you! Just hush," she smacked him on the shoulder, but Draco simply leaned down to kiss her again and then Harry as well.

The End

Comments

[red-day-dawning.livejournal.com]

Well, I wasn't expecting that! A very nicely-done surprise.

[kitty_fic]

So glad you liked it <33