Unmasked

A/N: Smut warning. 

“That wasn’t so bad.”

Harry chuckled as he glanced behind him at Pansy, who’d been worried about the take off. “Hermione told you it wouldn’t be that bad.”

Pansy rolled her eyes, elbowing Ron beside her who had laughed. “I know she did. But I heard those people in line saying it was awful, and it freaked me out. I mean we are thousands of feet in the air right now.”

Harry snorted, shaking his head at her. “Yes, and we will be for almost eight hours.”

Run huffed indignantly. “Can’t they make it go any faster?”

From the aisle seat beside Draco, Hermione turned and gave him a look. “No. They can’t just make it go faster.”

This time Ron elbowed Pansy, who turned back to staring out the window. “Sorry, ‘Mione.”

She rolled her eyes, turning back to the front. She stood and pulled her bag out of the overhead space and rummaged through it until she pulled out a paperback novel. “Draco, do you want your book?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind grabbing it.” She smiled, then pulled his bag down and repeated the action. She handed him his copy of The Great Gatsby. “Thanks.”

Hermione nodded, then plopped back into her seat, cracking the book open in her lap. Harry grinned, glancing around at the group. Ron was napping, Pansy was reading a copy of a muggle magazine Hermione had given her, Hermione herself was reading, as was Draco between them. Harry pulled out his phone and stuck his headphones in, pressing shuffle and setting his phone down in his lap.

Harry stared out the window at the clouds above and below them. It reminded him of Quidditch games where the snitch flew far out of sight of the stadium. Accelerating straight up into the sky, the clouds hugging his body as he rushed through them in pursuit of the small golden ball flitting back and forth just beyond his reach. At ease that he and his friends were safe, Harry drifted into sleep, dreaming of Quidditch.

*

Harry’s eyes fluttered open, taking in blue sky and fluffy white clouds above the deep blue of the Atlantic Ocean below. Harry smiled groggily before turning his head. Hermione was now sleeping, her headphones in just as Harry’s were. Beside him, Draco was still reading, his hair falling over his silver eyes as they raked over the lines of print feverishly.

Harry picked up his phone and paused his music. They had been in the air for three hours already. Then he unlocked it and swiped until he saw the Netflix icon. He clicked on it, scrolling through different titles for one that piqued his interest. Twisting his lips and thinking for a moment he clicked on one and pressed play. He’d never watched it before, but he’d heard it was really good.

The opening scene started and his head shot back, shocked at the explicit content right off the bat. But based off of the title of the show, he guessed he shouldn’t of been surprised. He kept watching, brow creased in amusement at where this was going.

When the title appeared on the screen and then another scene started, he felt a tap on his arm. He paused the show and looked up at Draco, taking one earphone out. “Huh?”

“Sorry. What are you doing?”

“’M watching Netflix.”

“What’s that?”

He smiled again. He couldn’t help it. And although someone else might find it annoying, he found that he enjoyed teaching Draco about life as a muggle. “It’s an app that has a huge collection of muggle TV shows, documentaries and movies. I can download them, or watch them with wifi or data.”

Draco bit his lip, knowing he was about to ask another obvious question. Well, obvious to a muggle, at least. “What are those things?”

“A TV show is a video series that comes in episodes. Like chapters in a book, except in a video, where you can see and hear it. A movie is similar, except that it’s one long video that tells a story. Sometimes you have a series of movies. And a documentary is a movie that teaches you about a specific topic, like a person or event. What I’m watching right now is a TV show.”

Draco nodded. “What’s it called?”

“Sex Education.”

Draco quirked his head, staring at Harry’s phone. “Is it all about sex?”

“No, I don’t think so. It’s a comedy. This is only the first episode. Do you want to watch it with me?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Here,” said Harry, holding out an earbud. “Put this in your left ear.”

Draco nodded again and did as Harry said. He made a face. “This feels weird.” When Harry rewinded it and the sound came through, he flinched. Harry laughed, watching Draco’s face.

With one earphone out Harry could hear Hermione’s light snoring, and the conversation going on behind him between Ron and Pansy. Harry smiled, relaxing into his seat, holding his phone in his lap where himself and Draco could both see it.

They watched three episodes before Draco’s eyelids started to droop and barely started another before they closed completely. Harry shut his phone off, letting Draco sleep on his shoulder, where he’d taken to resting his head while they were watching for a better view. Or at least, that’s what he said.

He rested his head against Draco’s, unable to keep the smile off his face. Hermione leaned forward and smiled at Harry, having woken from her nap an hour before. He mumbled at her to shut up, which only made her smile more.

*

Harry grinned at the group as they finished passing through customs, following Hermione back into the main concourse of the airport. She stopped in front of them, eyes scanning the crowd of people waiting for their families and friends. Sweeping back again, her face lit up and she started towards the back of the crows, almost jogging by the time the they broke through the back of the crowd. Hermione flung her arms around a tall red-headed girl, who stumbled back a step as she hugged her back.

Hermione stepped back, beaming at her friends. The red-headed girl turned to them. “Hi guys,” she said, her Canadian accent standing out like a sore-thumb. “I’m Alana, Hermione’s cousin.”

Harry nodded at her, sticking his hand out for her to shake, which she did. “Hi, Alana. I’m Harry. This is Draco, Ron, and Pansy.”

Alana nodded, shaking each of their hands in turn. “It’s nice to meet you guys. Come on, we should get going. My car is parked not far from here.”

“Your car?” Hermione asked with a smirk.

Alana gave her a side-eye as they walked. “Well, Mom’s car. But I’m driving it, so right now it’s my car, okay?”

Hemione laughed. “Okay.”

“I’ve missed you, kid,” Alana sighed. “When’s the last time I saw you? 5 years ago? 6?”

“Seven. I hadn’t started at,” Hermione paused, glancing around her. “I hadn’t changed schools yet.”

“That’s right!” Alana looked back at the rest of the group, taking them in again, no doubt wondering about their magic. Then she turned back to the front and pulled a keychain out of her pocket. “Just out here.”

The six of them turned to the left and exited through a set of sliding doors, which Ron, Draco, and Pansy still weren’t used to. Alana pointed the keys ahead of her and clicked one of the buttons a few times. “Alright everyone. Pile into the soccer mom van.”

Hermione laughed, heading to the back and hauling open the trunk. She stuffed her suitcase in the back, and Alana helped her pack the rest of them. Hermione climbed into the passenger seat, and Harry waited until Ron and Pansy had climbed into the very back to hop into the left seat in the middle row. He slid the door shut, then did up his seatbelt, setting his schoolbag down in between his feet.

Alana adjusted her rear-view mirror and started the car. She backed out of the parking spot, mumbling under her breath about stupid drivers speeding past behind her. Soon they were out of the parking lot and taking a ramp onto a highway.

“Can we put some music on?” Hermione asked.

“Hell yeah we can! Hang on.” Alana clicked a button on the steering-wheel, and music came blasting through the speakers. Then she flicked a switch, the song changing a few times before she settled on one. “Please tell me you know this song, Hermione.”

She laughed. “Are you kidding, Al? Of course I do. Harry?”

He rolled his eyes. “Ready for It topped the charts. I couldn’t avoid it.”

Alana chortled. “Avoid it? Why would you avoid it?”

“Taylor Swift is still your favourite, I see,” Hermione teased.

“You bet! Do the rest of you know this song?”

Harry and Hermione chuckled as Alana danced in the driver’s seat. Pansy looked at Ron and Draco before clearing her throat. “Actually, the three of us aren’t going to know anything you play.”

“What? Why not?”

“Well… we aren’t well versed on muggle culture.”

“Muggle?”

Hermione laughed again. “People with no magic.”

“Oh,” Alana practically yelled. “So we get to show you the ropes, huh? This ought to be fun!”

Harry glanced over to Draco, who was staring at him with wide-eyes. While Harry was enjoying Alana’s upbeat and loud personality, Draco was clearly startled. He smiled at the blond, who took a deep breath.

The song changed again and Despacito was blaring through the speakers. Harry groaned and Alana laughed. “Fine. How about this one?”

“Yessss.” Harry grinned at Draco, Ron, and Pansy, who stared between him and Hermione with wide eyes. Then the guitar started and Harry, Hermione and Alana began rapping along to Lose Yourself by Eminem. They stared in shock, watching the three bouncing, mouths going a mile and minute.

Harry could barely hear it over the cranked bass, but he was sure he heard both Draco and Pansy mutter, “What the fuck?”

Harry only danced in his seat, pointing at Draco as the chorus came around for the second time. The blond gave Harry a mildly concerned look, while Ron and Pansy began dancing along, laughing at them. Alana was driving with one hand, making a pumping motion with the other.

As the song ended, a softer song came on, and Hermione turned back to Alana. “I thought Aunt Charlie was picking us up?”

“Mom asked me too, since I was coming home for the weekend anyway.”

“Where were you before?” Harry asked.

She glanced at him in the mirror. “University.”

Harry nodded. “What are you taking?”

“Biology and Psychology.”

“Ah, okay, ambitious. Two majors.” Alana laughed, nodding. Harry rolled his eyes. “Alright, ‘Mione. I see that intelligence runs in your family.”

She laughed too, looking back at him. “What can I say? We come by it honestly.”

“Hey, ‘Mione,” Alana said, poking her.

“Hands on the wheel!”

She lifted both hands. “Don’t side seat drive!”

“I’m not!”

“You are!” Alana laughed.

Hermione huffed. “What?”

“I found your song.”

Hermione raised her brows, but soon began shaking her head as laughter shook her. Here by Alessia Cara played through the speakers, and both Alana and Hermione were singing along. Harry tapped his foot to the beat, mumbling the lyrics under his breath.

Ron called to Hermione from the back, where Pansy was doubled over in laughter. “She’s right, Hermione! This sounds just like you!”

“Don’t make me hex you, Ronald!”

Ron stuck his tongue out, which caused the rest of them to chuckle, even Draco. He seemed to be relaxing more, slumping down in his seat.

“How long until we get back again?” Hermione asked, staring straight ahead.

Alana gripped the wheel, the car slowing for the fifth time in less than two minutes. “Depends. If people learned how to MERGE! Just over an hour, maybe. But, HEY! Don’t pull up the side, asswipe! No one better let you in…” Harry laughed, while the rest of them stared in shock at her outburst. “Sorry. Stupid drivers on this highway. Always. Fucking hell. Anyways, what was the question again?”

“How long until we’re back?”

“Fuck this.” She veered the car off to the right, taking a ramp up onto a bridge. “An hour ish, probably. Now that we aren’t in traffic. Hold on, Mom’s calling. Hey, Mom!”

The line crackled for a moment before the high voice of Hermione’s Aunt came through. “Hi, Al. You guys on your way back?”

“Yep! Me and all five kids here.”

She laughed. “Where about’s are you guys?”

“About an hour out still.”

“Scarborough?”

“No, North. We’re on the 407.”

“Why didn’t you take the 401?”

Alana scoffed. “I did at first. But, Mom. It’s the 401 in the afternoon on a Saturday. There was traffic.”

“There’s always traffic.”

“My point exactly. It’s literally the busiest section of highway in the world, mom. I wasn’t about to make them sit in traffic for three hours when they just had an eight hour flight.”

“Alright, alright!”

“Is Nova home yet?”

“Yeah, she got back just before I called you. Brought home some groceries with her, so I’ll start dinner when you get home.”

“Alright, Mom. We’ll see you soon.”

“Drive safe.”

“I will. Bye, Mom.” With that she hung up, and Harry watched her eyes roll in the mirror. “Sorry. Mom’s kinda against us using the 407 because we have to pay for it, but it’s not that expensive. It’s faster anyways.”

“If you say so,” Hermione chuckled.

*

They pulled in the driveway about 2pm, the music still blaring for the speakers. The sudden silence when Alana shut off the car was jarring, but not unwelcome. Harry slid out of the car, slung his bag over his shoulder, and stretched. He took his suitcase from Alana and followed Hermione to the door. She turned to them all with a grin before pushing down on the door handle and opening the heavy front door.

Shouts came from all through the house, along with footsteps and the unmistakable sound of dogs rushing towards the door, barking madly. Soon the group was engulfed by a golden retriever and a chocolate lab, while three people emerged from a room off to the left and another skidded to a halt after hurtling down the stairs.

“Hermione,” a stout woman called, hurrying towards her. She had dark brown hair and a pale complexion.

Hermione wrapped her arms around her. “Hi, Aunt Charlie. Uncle Christian!” She made her way over to a tall man with mousy hair and glasses, hugging him around the waist.

Two teenage girls came over to Hermione next. One short, with the same mousy hair, blue eyes and freckles, and the other with her Mother’s dark brown hair, grey eyes and pale complexion. Hermione hugged them, then turned to her friends. “Everyone, this is my Aunt Charlie and Uncle Christian. And these are my cousins,” she gestured to them in the order she’d hugged the two. “Leah and Nova.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” said Nova, smiling warmly at them. Leah stayed quiet, hands clasped in front of her.

Aunt Charlie rushed forwards towards the group if teens as Alana came in the door behind them. “And which one of you is Draco?”

Harry nudged Draco forwards and he stumbled, staring at Hermione’s Aunt with mixed emotions. “That’d be me.”

She threw her arms around him. “I’m so sorry about your Father, Draco,” she said, her voice sincere. “We are happy to have you. You are very welcome here, dear.” She turned to the rest of the group after releasing him. “As are the rest of you. Welcome to Canada, and of course, to our home. What are the rest of your names again?”

Harry grinned, introducing the group for the second time. “I’m Harry, this is Ron, and that’s Pansy.”

Aunt Charlie smiled. “It’s lovely to meet you. Now I’m going to go make dinner with Leah. Nova, can you show them where they’ll be sleeping?”

Nova nodded, grinning wildly at them. “Of course! This way!” She turned, her sock feet skidding on the hardwood and headed back the way she had came when they first arrived. They followed her up the stairs on the left, which curled to the right onto the upper floor. “So this is the bathroom, on the right, here. The room beside it is Leah’s, and this one is mine, beside it. And this one, on the left, is for you guys.” She pushed the door open, then cringed as she flicked on the light. “Oh yeah. We don’t have enough beds yet, Mom and Dad had to order two more. So, uh, there’s three twin mattresses for tonight. The other two are coming tomorrow, I promise!”

“It’s no trouble, really,” said Draco.

Nova smiled at him. “I just… this was very sudden and we didn’t have much time to prepare. We had a couple mattresses in the garage that we put in here with the spare bed. Sorry, I know they’re not great.”

“Really, it’s fine,” Draco repeated. “Don’t worry about it.”

She nodded, letting out a breath. “You guys can drop your stuff in there. Get settled. Mom’s gunna have dinner ready by about 4:30 so you guys can head to bed early. Don’t need to be jetlagged when you go shopping tomorrow, eh?”

Harry raised his brows. “So it’s true then. Saying ‘eh’ all the time.”

Nova roared with laughter. “Yes. Yeah, I’m not gunna lie. I literally say it all the time.”

Harry chuckled. “Good to know. Should I start?”

She gave him a look. “No. I’d uh… I’d refrain from doing that. You won’t do it right.”

Harry’s eyes widened and the group laughed. “Noted.”

*

When the call came for dinner, the group rushed down to the kitchen, skidding in their socks just as Nova had earlier that day. The smell of alfredo sauce and garlic bread wafted towards them from the kitchen and the followed its scent to the table, which was laden with ten plates.

Aunt Charlie beamed at them as she set the bowls of fettucine alfredo and plater of garlic bread on the table. They sat, mouths watering at the food in front of them. It had been a long day, and they had been looking forward to a delicious dinner.

As they scooped pasta onto their plates, Aunt Charlie looked up at them with curiosity evident in her eyes. “So… am I allowed to ask?”

Hermione smirked. “About our magic?”

“Yes…”

“Yes. You’ve been trusted with the information, you just can’t tell anyone else.”

She nodded. “Okay, so… what’s it like being a witch, Hermione? What’s your school like?”

She turned to the group before answering. “Our school is actually in an ancient castle. It’s beautiful. As for being a witch… it’s not at all like what you’d see in movies growing up. It’s wonderful, really.”

“How does it work?” Nova asked, pasta falling out of her mouth. She didn’t even seem phased.

“Well…” Hermione said, fishing in her pocket. “We all have a wand that we get when we turn eleven. Each one is unique.”

“Really? Can you show me?” Hermione nodded, producing her wand from her pocket. Nova stared at it with wide eyes, taking in the pattern of vines along the hilt. She turned to Draco. “And yours is different?” He nodded, pulling his own wand from his pocket with a sheepish smile. “That’s so cool. What’s your made of?”

Draco grinned. “Hawthorn wood with a unicorn hair core.”

“Unicorn hair?” Leah spluttered. “Did he say unicorn?”

Draco’s eyes widened. “Y-yes. Unicorn hair… they are real. But you can’t go telling people that, okay?”

Leah nodded. Alana openly stared, then turned to Harry. “What’s yours?”

Harry showed her his wand. “Holly, phoenix feather core.”

“Woah.” She turned to Pansy. “What about you?”

Pansy grinned. They took turns answering questions about their wands and how they worked, and why they needed them. Alana looked to Hermione. “Can you show us something?”

She looked at the rest of the group, who shrugged. They were allowed to practice magic in the house. “Yeah, okay.” She pointed to her empty water glass. “Auguamenti.”

Her family sat in silence, staring at the glass that was now full of water. Alana looked at Harry. “You do one.”

Harry nodded. “Ron, hold up your wand.” He did and Harry pointed his wand at Ron’s. “Expelliarmus!”

Ron’s wand flew from his hand and into Hermione’s. She handed it back to him, and they glanced around at her ogling family. Alana turned to Draco. “You too. This is so cool!”

Draco smiled and closed his eyes. Wordlessly, a ring of golden birds appeared above his head, circling in a twittering halo. He open his eyes and couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face at the wonder in their eyes. He waved his wand and the birds disappeared. Their faces fell.

Leah looked at Hermione. “What classes do you have at school?”

“Well, it depends. We are all taking different subjects. The main ones are charms, transfiguration, potions, herbology, astronomy, defence against the ark arts… then there are electives. Draco and I are both taking arithmancy and ancient rubes, but Harry, Ron, and Pansy took divination until this year.”

Leah stared at her blankly. “I have no idea what any of that means.”

Hermione barked out a laugh, shaking her head. “Of course… sorry, Leah. I’ll show you sometime, okay? I promise.”

Leah nodded. “I’ll take you up on that.”

*

After dinner, which to Harry’s delight, Draco actually ate, the group split up. Alana and Aunt Charlie did the dishes. Uncle Christian disappeared to the master bedroom to watch tv. Hermione, Pansy, Ron, Leah, and Nova braved the cold to walk the two dogs. Harry decided to introduce Draco to a couple of TV shows that he enjoyed for a couple of hours before they headed to bed.

He had Draco both laughing and asking questions as he showed him a few episodes of both Friends and the Big Bang Theory. Harry was cackling along with the show, while Draco was just content to lean against Harry and attempt to ask as little questions as possible. Harry, of course, was happy to answer, though. He couldn’t resist the way Draco’s nose crinkled when he didn’t understand anything, and the smile on his face when he did understand a reference. Frankly, Harry found it adorable.

Hermione, Pansy, and Ron headed upstairs immediately after they got back, asking Harry and Draco when they’d come to bed. Harry had told them they’d be up after a few more episodes, yawning as he did so. Ron only shot him a knowing smile, which Harry should’ve known meant trouble.

Sure enough, when he and Draco did head upstairs to bed, they found Hermione and Pansy asleep on one matress, and Ron spread-eagled on the other. Harry groaned internally, cursing Ron and his knowing-ness. Was that even a word? Probably not, but Harry didn’t care.

The two boys were quiet as they changed out of their clothes into cotton pyjama pants. Draco climbed into bed first, huddling as small as he could on the left side. Harry chuckled to himself as he slid in beside him. Although they were both very small, there still wasn’t quite enough room. Harry rolled onto his side, back to Draco and tried not to think about their proximity as he fell asleep.

Halfway through the night Harry woke, eyes struggling to see in the darkness of the room. He could hear Ron’s snoring, as well as the heavy breathing of the girls across the room. He furrowed his brows, wondering what had woken him. Then he felt the heat pressed to his chest, and understood. Draco’s back was pressed against Harry’s chest, his ass pressed against his own crotch.  

Harry’s cock twitched and he stared at the far wall, trying to ignore the pressure on his groin. He wasn’t unhappy about it, but why now when they were in a room with other people? Then Draco pressed back against him and he hissed, eyes falling shut. He did it again, and Harry moaned, rutting against Draco.

A breathy noise escaped the blond and Harry’s dick grew even harder. He pulled his wand out from under his pillow and muttered a silencing spell. He rutted up against Draco again.  Draco pressed back against him with a quiet whine. Harry groaned, snaking his hand around the other boy until it landed on his bare chest. Draco pressed against him again as Harry pinched one of his nipples. Draco leaned his head back with a breathy moan. Harry trailed his hand down his chest slowly until he reached the waistband of his pants and underwear and paused.

Draco pushed back against him and moaned out a, “Yes.”

Harry pushed past his waistband down to his thighs and almost groaned himself when he wrapped his hand around Draco’s hard cock. He couldn’t explain his actions, but his half-lidded pleasure as he rutted up against Draco was too good not to give into. The other boy’s moans as Harry stroked his cock drove him crazy, and he thrusted against Draco, his cock sliding between his ass cheeks. Harry moaned too, the pleasure intense and feeling so inexplicably right that Harry relished in it. Although dim and without glasses, Harry could still see Draco’s open mouth and fluttering eyelids as Harry stroked him off.

Harry flicked his thumb over the head of Draco’s cock, spreading the precum there over his shaft. Draco thrust into Harry’s hand with need, moaning louder. “Harry… Harry please…”

He stroked him faster, Draco’s unintentional thrusts causing Harry to groan against his neck. He thrust faster, other hand tangled in Draco’s hair. The blond was moaning uncontrollably, making Harry glad he cast a silencing spell. He pulled Draco’s head back, exposing his neck, where Harry trailed open-mouthed kisses and nips not hard enough to leave a mark.

Draco shuddered against him. “Oh God, Harry… I’m gunna cum… I’m gunna—” With a loud moan, Draco came in Harry’s hand as he stroked him through his orgasm. The noises escaping Draco as he came aroused Harry so much that he sped up his thrusts, grunting, eyes clenched shut.

“Oh! I’m… unghhhh… God, Draco…”

Draco panted as Harry coated his ass with his cum, his eyes lightly closed. Neither boy said a word for a few minutes, until Harry muttered a cleaning spell, then put his wand away. Harry pulled Draco closer to him, one arm over the blond. Draco curled up wordlessly against Harry, fitting himself to the curve of Harry’s chest. Within minutes, Draco was fast asleep, breathing evenly.

Harry laid there in the dark, mind whirling. What had they just done… and why? Did it mean anything to Draco, or was it purely just release? Harry sighed, pulling Draco impossibly closer. His friends were right… they really needed to talk.