Untold Truths and the Events That Follow

Chapter Two

Hey there everyone! Sorry about not getting to work on this, to be honest I completely forgot! Please forgive me, I'll try my hardest to continue working throughout the summer.

Anyways, without further ado, I give you the second chapter~

Warnings: Lemon and OOC

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A Few months later, Draco, Blaise, Hermione, and the twins were all found in the library, working on their respective homework assignments. Blaise had been trying for weeks to get Hermione to agree to date him, without much luck, something that amused both Draco and the twins. Because of Blaise's string of ex-girlfriends, Hermione just believed that she wasn't any different and would eventually be dumped after the first or second date anyways. However, from what Draco could tell, Blaise wasn't trying to get her for just one or two dates. The twins assumed that as well, based off Blaise's reactions towards other girls in the school, being non-existent.

Once a week, Pansy would come and work with the group. The twins, being who they are, decided that she would also become the Guinea pig, so to speak, for their products before they gave them to the rest of the school (for a price, obviously). It was always amusing to Draco and Blaise to see a purple Pansy running around with her wand trained on the escaping twins, shouting hex after hex at the fleeing boys. Of course, Draco and Blaise didn't scoff too loud, or that wand would be on them in a flash. However, just because Pansy wasn't in the study session very often, you could always see her with Hermione in the hallways or in the courtyard, their heads bowed as they schemed this or that. The boys didn't want to know what horrors could be spewing from their lips, so didn't bother them.

Ron and Ginny both continued following Harry around, talking either about Quidditch or how horrible the Slytherins were. Harry was no longer around Hermione as much, something they both were saddened by, because he was always lead away from her and she did not want to be near the two bumbling baboons. To make matters worse for both her and the twins, Gryffindor was starting to believe the rumors (spread by none other than Ron and Ginny) that both she and the twins were in league with Slytherin House. Tension was simmering on the surface, and all knew that it was only a matter of time before it exploded.

Harry was still as quiet as he was in the beginning. His clothes now hung even looser than before, and the dark bruising seemed to be permanently under his eyes. Draco could see it wouldn't take long before Harry broke, and worried excessively about how he could get him to believe that the Weasel and Weaselette were not what they say they were. It made him sick seeing Harry with her in his lap, her hands running into his hair and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Blaise gave him his necessary space, knowing it would be useless to try to get him to express his feelings until he was ready. However, since Hermione and the twins knew nothing of Draco's habits, being that they didn't know him as well, tried to get him to explain why he was always tense. Finally, they saw what was and left him to it until he felt the need to share.

All of them were trying to figure out a plan to weasel out the Weasels but were not going very far. Both Weasel and Weaselette had the backing of Dumbledore, making it so much harder for them to get a great plan into action. Only two professors knew a bit about what was happening, those two being Snape and McGonagall. Draco had always gone to Snape when he was in a fix about something, being his godfather and all, and trusted him completely with the information he always let loose when around the Potions Master. While Snape hated the thought of giving Potter anything, he did loosen up his strict ways towards him, allowing Harry to wonder why Snape was suddenly nice (considering he was always on his case about something, the fact that he wasn't breathing down his back was a huge plus to his situation and yet made him wary).

While Draco asked for help with the Potions Master, Hermione had gone to McGonagall; she was the mother figure Hermione couldn't have as she was a Muggle-born and her parents were not allowed to know about what she learned in school. McGonagall was sworn to not go to Dumbledore however, even before Hermione began talking to her. While McGonagall was still unsure about her promise to Hermione, she did listen to her with rapt attention and even tried to look on Dumbledore herself. If she had to be truly honest with herself, and she liked to think she was, she saw that she had doubts about the Headmaster for a long while (since Harry was just a babe and the Headmaster said that the Dursleys was the only safe place for the young boy).

Dumbledore was starting to become more absent of late, supposedly going to other countries to tie the governmental leaders together as allies against the Dark Lord. However, as no one was actually with him, no one actually knew if he spoke the truth or gave a simple excuse to hide his true motives. Meanwhile, Voldemort was fairly quiet, stopping attacks and seemed to be biding his time. For what no one knew, and everyone's tension steadily grew, knowing that the longer peace rang the shorter it took for the time of war was upon them. However, despite it being so stressing to wait, everyone was still enjoying the freedom that they currently had.

It was Saturday, and while Draco, Hermione, Blaise, and the twins were found residing in the library, Harry and Ron were found in the Quidditch pitch, playing a practice match with Seamus, Dean, and Ginny. All were waiting until noon when they would all head to Hogsmeade. Ginny was going to instantly drag Harry off to Honeydukes to get some sweets before heading off to meet up with Ron at Hog's Head for some butterbeers. Harry didn't really care what was going to happen, though he secretly wanted to just stay in the common room and try to finish the last of his homework (not that he would tell that to her- she could be really scary when she wanted something). Ron hadn't even touched his homework, and Harry had a feeling he would just want to copy off of him when they got back or late tomorrow evening. Harry now understood why Hermione was so upset all the time at them. He would be too if people kept taking credit for his work!

Harry sighed again as he balanced 15 meters off the ground, his gaze scanning the pitch for the slight flicker of light hitting off the small, shiny golden ball. From below, he could hear Ron yelling profanities at Dean for hitting a bludger too close to his broom tail. Seamus was laughing, his breath gasping from his mouth as he tried to settle down enough to wipe the tears forming from his eyes and stay on his own broom at the same time. Harry couldn't see or hear Ginny, but he was sure she would turn up soon. She seemed to be clinging to him even more since the beginning of the year.

Sure enough, not moments later Harry heard, "Harry? Have you seen it yet?"

Harry sighed again, "Not yet, Ginny. Give it time; we've only been out here for ten minutes."

Harry felt more than saw her come up next to him on his right. He kept his eyes trained on the left, towards the Forbidden Forest. 'I wonder if I can escape her if I go in there?' he thought to himself. 'I'm beginning to hate having her around.'

"Well, if you see it, let me know." She called, heading off to some unknown location. Harry almost smirked. 'Why would I let you know before I tried to grab it?' He thought, 'Would I need your permission to seek it, like I'm supposed to do?' Instead of saying that, though, he just nodded slightly. Spotting the snitch about 5 minutes later, Harry clutched his broom tightly in his hands and leaned forward, setting off into the chase. It was funny that it was right above Ron's head, allowing Harry to sneak up behind him and snatch the snitch and zoom past, just barely ruffling the red-head's hair with the wind. Ron yelped, ducking when he felt the air moving swiftly above his head.

Harry did chuckle slightly before waving them off, slowing landing onto the ground. As he stepped off the pitch, he heard Ginny call his name behind him. He waited for her to catch up.

"Wait up!" She called again. Harry resisted the urge to tap his foot in impatience. Really, could he not do something by himself once in a while? Did she have to follow him all the time?

"You really walk fast. What should we do now?" She asked, her hand landing on the crook of his arm.

Harry sighed before looking her in the eye. He was probably going to get hell from her, but he really didn't care all that much just now. "You can do whatever you want. I am going to go and see what Hermione is up to. Maybe I can work on the rest of my homework before we have to go to Hogsmeade."

Ginny huffed in agitation but Harry didn't want to hear it. Without another word from him, and leaving no time for her to say anything, Harry turned away and headed on to the locker room to clean up and put his supplies away.

Thirty minutes and an out of breath Harry was entering the Gryffindor common rooms. After he put his Quidditch supplies on his trunk at the end of his bed, Harry lifted the bag filled with school papers for essays, spare quills, and an ink bottle and headed off to the library. He hoped that Hermione was still at the same table. He really didn't understand how one table could be better than another, as she had explained it to him, but didn't bother to find out the specifics. It helped him, in the end, by allowing him to know where she was instead of having to search for her at every part of the library. Since it was a huge place to begin with, and Hermione had no specific genre she enjoyed over another, it would have been torture trying to locate her.

As he walked out from between the two rows of books, Harry paused: it wasn't because of the sun was shining through the window, showing the dust moats floating in the air; it wasn't because of the quiet atmosphere surrounding the hidden area, the bookshelves seeming to block off the rest of the world and give the air of protectiveness around the brightly lit table; no, it was the people who were sitting around the enlarged table. Hermione was sitting in-between Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini and across from Fred and George. Paper and quills were spread between the inhabitants, and the scratching of the quills as they wrote whatever explanation needed for an ingredient being used in a potion, whatever spell used to do a certain something, or answer to whatever question needed to be answered for an essay.

"Hermione?" Harry hesitantly asked, unsure of what exactly was going on between them.

Her head snapped up at her name being called, and a grin broke out on her face. "Harry," she exclaimed, "Is there something wrong?" Her smile broke instantly, her eyes becoming extremely worried and her brows drawing up into a frown.

"No…?" He asked, still wary of the others around her. "Should I…" He stammered to a stop.

"Oh!" Hermione suddenly knew what he was on about, and gazed around at the others, and nodded. "I know, shocking, right?"

Harry nodded again and stepped slightly towards her, his hand twitching to his wand in his pocket.

"Draco and I decided it was pointless to argue with each other. Fred, George, and Blaise all decided to compromise as well. We are like study buddies, you see?" She explained finally.

"So, you are not in trouble at all then?" Harry asked, making sure she was okay.

"I am sure. Are you okay with it? I didn't mean to not let you know; it's just, well… You are always with Ron and Ginny, I thought you didn't want to talk to me because of our arguments with each other."

He blinked slowly. "What do you mean? I was giving you space because Ron said you were angry at me for not telling you sooner about Sirius."

Hermione flushed angrily, and Harry noticed Blaise's hand came to rest on the small of her back softly. Harry blinked again. 'What is this about?' he thought, a frown of his own coming to place on his brow.

Harry finally walked all the way to where she was sitting, seething at how Ron had made a fool of them both. Grabbing her hand and placing it between his own, he looked into her eyes and said, "I'm sorry I didn't ask you first."

"Oh, don't worry about it. Sit, sit!" She pleaded, glancing at Draco pointedly to move over so Harry could sit next to her. Draco gruffly laughed, not bothered at all by Hermione's death glare, but shifted over so Harry had enough room to sit comfortably. Harry glanced sharply at how easily Hermione could move Draco Malfoy- of all people!- and quickly sat. Fred and George simply smiled lightly, like they knew what he was thinking, which, knowing them, wouldn't be all that surprising.

Blaise withdrew his hand from around Hermione's back and got back to work on his work. Harry caught his eyes and nodded slightly, thanking him for helping her (even though he was still curious about their current relationship). Turning to Draco, he said in greeting, "Malfoy."

He replied, "Potter."

Hermione scoffed. "Really boys, couldn't you be on first name bases? Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Fred, George, and I all are with one another."

"Well, to be honest, Hermione…" Fred started.

"Pansy just calls us Weasley." George finished.

Blaise chuckled. "Well, you didn't give her the key to successfully knowing who was who like you did for Draco and I."

George smirked, "That's because…"

"It is so very interesting to see…" Fred continued, a smirk of his own on his lips.

"Her squirm!" They finished together, mischief gleaming in their identically brown eyes.

Harry smiled slightly at them before turning to Hermione. "I was wondering if we could work on the Transfiguration essay due Monday?"

She smiled brightly and nodded. Together, both the Gryffindors and Slytherins began to once again work on their homework assignments due after the weekend. It was not until the bell rang for noon that they realized they had been working together for the better part of the hour. When the bell sounded, however, Hermione sighed. "Harry, do you really want to go to Hogsmeade?"

Harry cradled his head into his hands, fingers brushing against his fringe of hair, and shook his head. "I can't hide from her forever though, Hermione."

"Well, you could say that you fell asleep." She suggested.

Harry laughed, a desolate sound since there was no humor threaded with it. "Yeah, me sleeping." He sighed. "Like that will happen."

"With all due respect, why can you not fall asleep?" Draco questioned, his brow raised in silent inquiry.

"Dreams," was the simple reply.

"I don't know about you, but when I have a nightmare, I sleep with someone else." Draco whispered a minute later, his eyes softening slightly as he continued to gaze at him.

"Yeah, it is sometimes a shock to go to bed by myself and wake up with him lying in my bed." Blaise smirked. Hermione quickly averted her gaze with a blush staining her cheeks. She wasn't quick enough and Blaise saw her. "Oh! No! Not like that Hermione. It is a sign of respect in Slytherin House. A person is trusting enough to be sought out. He needed someone to look after him if he was to get another nightmare, so came to me. He knows I won't let the others know."

Hermione nodded slightly, a blush still on her cheeks, but more so of embarrassment for assuming rather than the thought of them sleeping together.

Harry looked up, a new light in his eyes. "Does someone want to come with me to the Room of Requirements?"

The twins shook their heads softly. "Sorry, but if you wanted Ginny to get off your back, you need us to lead her away from the Room."

Hermione nodded. "I have to get some supplies from Hogsmeade. Sorry Harry, but since I didn't go last week I need to this week."

"I can." Draco softly said.

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Oh, I know you will be mighty angry at me, but I had to! I hope you liked, and if you had any comments, questions, suggestions, and/or concerns, make sure you review!