Some Secrets Should Be Told

A/N- Thanks for the reveiws again:P I'm updating today, and it's a long chapter, but I won't be anywhere near a computer until sunday, so I'm sorry to say that I won't be updating till about sunday evening. Sorry!!

Luthien- Thanks sooo much:d You made my day, haha. No! I wasn't thinking that at all!!! Don't worry:D


This chapter is Draco's POV, and we get to learn more about him, he's actually not so bad:P hahahaaaa!!! (This is honestly my *favorite* chapter:D)
Enjoy!!
Shannon xoxox


Chapter 13: Dreams and Interruptions
Draco's Point Of View


I'm at home, sitting in one of our ornate, high-backed chairs. I'm anxious, but I can't remember why. I'm just sitting here, staring at the fireplace that is directly in front of me. How long I've been here I don't know, but I still continue to wait. My ears are perked, listening to everything around me, listening to the pressing silence. My hands are on each arm of the chair, and my fingers are pressing down onto them, turning them a pale white.

'They should have been here long ago,' I think vaguely

I hear a rushing of noise, and I sit forward in my chair, staring even more intently at the fireplace. The flames turn green and my mother stumbles out, quickly followed by my father. My mother doesn't catch herself, and she hits the floor, hard. I look down at her, and see blood, and torn robes. I can feel my nostrils flaring and a tingling feeling at the back of my throat accompanied by a warm prickling at the inner corners of my eyes.

My mother is lying on the floor, broken and hurt. She's shuddering with her sobs and seems to be very weak.

I jump to my feet and rush forward, leaning down to gather her into my arms. My father leans down and helps me pick her up. She groans as we move her towards the staircase.

I'm filled with an intense hate and a need to hurt something, anything. I help my father take her upstairs, slowly so we don't hurt her any more than she already is. Her long blonde hair is flowing over my arms, and I just want to bury my face in it. That's something I always did when I was small, and if I was small now, then I wouldn't understand what was happening. I look at my father, and I can see the unshed tears in his eyes. His family is the one, and possibly only thing he cares about. I feel the tears welling up in my own eyes, and I don't feel ashamed of them, not in front of my own family.

We are both supporting my mother by one arm. I'm on her right, her arm wrapped around my shoulders as me and my father support her slight frame to their bedroom. We take my mother in and place her upon the bed. My father leaves the room to quickly get potions for healing. I rearrange my mother’s hair and she reaches up for me, crying silently. I allow her to embrace me and I lean down, burying my face into the crook of her neck and really let it out. I cry with her, for all of the unfair things that have happened to her, just because of who she is and how she looks.

"Draco," she says slowly. The blood from her body is quickly soaking the blankets beneath her, spreading into a large stain on the right side of her body.

"Mum, it's going to be okay!" I'm trying for reassurance.

I can feel her hand on my hair, and she is stroking it slowly, lovingly. "Please, mum, be okay!" I cry, praying to whatever Gods out there to just help her.

Her hand goes limp and falls from my head. I lean back from her neck and look at her through my blurred vision. She's fainted.

"Mum!" I cry out, taking in all of the blood on her clothes and legs, looking at my arms and realising that I have blood streaks on them. The whole left side of my ribcage is soaked with blood - my mother’s blood – and my shirt is sticking to my skin. I pluck at it, wanting nothing more than to throw it from my body. It's drying quickly, and making my shirt stiff, something that is entirely unpleasant. My dad comes back into the room with an armful of vials.

"Dad!" I yell, "Help her, please!"

"Get out, Draco," he says calmly.

"No, please, let me help!"

"Out!" he yells.

My eyes snap open and the dark presses against my pupils. I'm covered in a cold sweat, and reassuring myself that the whole thing was just a dream. I get up shakily from my bed, and go into the bathroom. I run the cold water and splash it onto my face, rubbing vigorously to grind the sleep out of my eyes. I look at myself in the mirror above the sink and register how pale I look.

Recurring dreams about true events are the worst. I know they're true, and I need to convince myself that it is in the past, even though the very same thing could be happening right now, just without my presence.

"Don't think about that," I scold myself, "it won't do any good."

I take a deep breath and turn off the tap, turning to walk back to my room.

The door behind me opens, and before I can think anything else, I realise that I'm naked. I turn my upper body quickly; Granger is standing there with pink cheeks and a look of complete and utter bewilderment on her face.

"Oh, Merlin, I'm sorry!" she says, shutting her door quickly.

I go to my own room and throw on my boxers, and enter the bathroom again.

"It's okay, Granger, I'm clothed," I say, and her door opens slowly. I can see her brown eye peering through.

She releases a breath of relief and opens the door all of the way.

"Sorry," she mumbles quietly, still pink in the face.

I shake my head, "It's okay. It's my fault. I know we share a bathroom."

"Why are you up?" she asks me, cocking an eyebrow.

"Bad dream," I reply, "You?"

"I could, well, I could hear you shouting..." She says, "I was going to come and see if you were okay, but then you stopped. Now I have to go to the bathroom."

"Shouting?" I ask, "About what?"

Her face reddens, like she was caught doing something wrong, "Uhm, well about your mum."

Fantastic.

"Oh…" I say.

She casts a glance around the bathroom, obviously looking at anywhere but me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asks. I smile, now here is a turn of events.

"We don't have to," she says quickly, mistaking the look on my face.

"I think it would just be hard for you to listen to," I tell her. "It was just a dream about when she came home one night... after a meeting." A look of comprehension dawns her features.

"Oh..." She says uncomfortably, "I'm sorry."

I give her a confused look, "For what?"

"Prying?" she answers, shrugging.

"Don't be," I say, and start moving towards her.

She watches me approach with wide eyes, but doesn't back away.

"I think Seamus suspects something," she says out of the blue.

"About what?" I ask, stopping short.

"...us."

"Why?" I ask.

"Well... when you beat up Harry last weekend he was just standing there staring at me, then you, and then at me. All week he has been trying to corner me so he can talk to me, but I've been escaping."

"You didn't tell me," I say in a slightly accusatory tone.

"Well no, I said that it's a suspicion. I think I'm going to talk to him."

"Are you going to tell him about us?" I ask, feeling slightly nervous.

Granger gives me an odd, tight smile. "No. Not yet."

"Okay."

"Well, not if I don't have to," she says.

I nod. I know people are going to start figuring it out anyway. Blaise kept his word, and didn't say anything to anyone about it. Pansy is getting suspicious, though, she's not letting me out of her sight at all in classes or the halls, or at meals. I don't really understand that, we were never a couple, just friends.

"So, can I go the bathroom now?" Granger asks me shyly.

I laugh and smile, "Of course, sorry."

I back out of the bathroom, and shut my door. This thing with Granger is great, we're growing close quickly. I want to shag her though, and I know I need to wait. It's horrible.

I haven't seen Potter talk to her at all, and that's lucky for him. I'm really running out of good ideas of what I can do to him, without hurting him too much. There is a line, and I have to be sure not to cross it.

Finnegan is getting suspicious. Why should anything he thinks matter? I feel a pang in my belly, and realise, to my horror, that it's jealousy. Does he still care for her?

There is a timid knock on my door.

"Yea?" I ask. The door opens and Granger steps inside, in her tantalizing little pyjamas. 'No, don't think that' I tell myself quickly.

"Uhm…"

She's having trouble talking.

"What?" I ask, stepping forwards and reaching out a hand to touch her arm.

"Well, I was just wondering if I could stay in here with you tonight?"

My brain gets ahead of the rest of my body, creating intense visions of things I can do to her in my bed. I block them out.

"Of course," I say to her, gesturing to my bed.

"Not to--"

"I know," I say, nodding.

She looks slightly relieved. She walks around my bed to the far side, and sits down on it casually, like this is an everyday occurrence. She picks up a pillow and fluffs it for a few moments, and then lies down comfortably.

"Luckily for you, I sleep on the opposite side," I say

"No, Malfoy. Lucky for you. We wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable all night," she says, smirking at me.

I smile and shake my head. I walk forwards and lay down beside her, not feeling uncomfortable in the slightest. She moves back towards me, so our bodies are in alignment. I smile and wrap my arms around her casually, holding her to me. I hear her breathe in contentment.

"Thanks, Malfoy," she says in a sleepy voice.

"You’re welcome," I say, and her breathing slowly begins to become more steady.

As I'm laying here, with Granger in my arms, and her body warmth keeping me very content, I’m not thinking about her, but Blaise. He's really impressed me this past week, so much that he even has the password to our Common Room. Something that he knows is a very rare occurrence. The only reason I gave him the password is because he can get useful information, especially about Granger. He vowed to help me watch out for her, and he's stuck to that. He has been keeping an eye on those slimy Gryffindors, and I even saw him hex Weasley, giving him disgusting boils all over his face. I smile at the memory and snuggle even closer to Granger.

Snuggle? God, what's happening to me? I don't snuggle.

I just can't seem to allow myself to fall asleep. My mind is back on my dream from earlier. I'm definitely going to be owling my family tomorrow, just to make sure everyone is all right. I don't like the feeling in the pit of my stomach, telling me that something has gone horribly wrong. It's not a premonition or anything, because that dream was from the past, but I just can't seem to shake this weird feeling in my belly. If something happened to my family… I just don't know what I would do.

"No," Granger says suddenly from in front of me. I retract my arms, thinking that she's talking to me.

"Please, no," she says, louder this time.

"I'm not doing anything," I say, slightly crossly.

She jerks away from me, and I hear her take a deep breath. She rolls over slightly, and I see that her eyes are still closed, but she's beginning to break out in a sweat. She's whimpering now.

"Granger!" I say, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her.

Her eyes snap open and I can tell that she's confused.

"You were dreaming," I explain.

She nods, "I'm sorry," she mumbles.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. What was it about?"

She looks at me, and I can see the pain in her eyes, even through the darkness.

"Never mind," I say, leaning towards her and gripping her. I pull her back towards me, with her back firmly against my chest. My left arm is around her upper body, almost near her neck, and I'm holding onto her tightly. I feel a drop of water land on my arm, and can feel her small frame shaking slightly.

"Don't, Granger. It was just a dream," I say, holding her even more tightly.

She nods. "I know."

"Don't cry."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologising for everything, too," I tell her, and she turns so she's facing me, my arms still around her.

"I'm sorry," she says, then smiles when she realises she apologised again.

I just smile back.

She nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck, and it reminds me painfully of the dream that I had.

"I hope my mother is alright," I say quietly.

"Why wouldn't she be?" Granger asks.

"Just the dream I had earlier. It left me feeling very peculiar."

"Oh," she says, "Do you like your father?"

"What?"

"Do you like your father?"

"Of course I do."

"Well, you never talk about him," Granger points out.

I tighten my hold on her for a second, and then relax again.

"He's just, well he's hard. He’s wanted a man, not a boy. I had to grow up very quickly. Sometimes he would give me corporal punishments; beatings. He stopped that when I was about fourteen, old enough to fight back. I never hit him or anything; I would just spurn him by disobeying him on purpose. Then when I finally realised what was happening with my mother, well, my father and I began to understand each other better. He doesn't care if he catches me cr-upset. As long as I have a good reason, and sometimes I see him when he's vulnerable too, but that always makes me feel even worse."

Granger moves back so she can look into my eyes. "Does it happen to her a lot?" she asks sadly.

"Yes," I answer stiffly.

"Why doesn't she just stop going?" she asks me.

I sneer at her. "You can't just stop going to the Dark Lords meetings, Granger. That's not how it works."

"Then how does it work?"

I rub my face vigorously, "I can't just explain it. I've never been to one, but I know that if my mother just stops going, it won't do my father any good."

"Well, it isn't doing any of you any good." Granger points out.

I take a deep breath.

"I can't explain it, okay?"

"Okay," she says simply, and I'm grateful that she doesn't push it anymore.

"So your dad won't like me?" she asks, again out of nowhere, pushing her face back into the crook of my neck.

I feel my eyebrows knit together. "I don't know," I say truthfully. "He won't like the fact that you have no magical blood in you. Well, not from a line of witches and wizards. He might like you, your personality, and the fact that you make me incredibly happy, but he won't like the fact that your heritage is what it is."

"And that's what's stopping us from flaunting this relationship?" she asks me.

"Yes," I answer bluntly.

"Okay," she says, simply again.

"It’s not like we won't, Granger, because I swear we will. I'm going to send an owl home tomorrow, to see how my family is doing. With that, I'm going to send a separate letter, explaining our… situation"

"So I'm a situation?" she asks, slightly hurt.

"No. We are a situation. He's not going to change my mind about anything Granger, and you really do make me happy," I assure her.

I can feel her smile into my neck.

"You make me happy too," she replies.

"Good."

"Malfoy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we sleep now?"

I laugh, "Yes."

"Goodnight," she says happily, cuddling up closer to me.

"Goodnight," I whisper into her hair.

****

I'm half asleep, and I breathe in Grangers scent. She smells clean, I love it.

My eyes snap open when my bedroom door busts open and slams into the wall, Granger jumps and pushes herself closer to me. I can feel her trembling slightly, and I know she's awake.

"Oh, sorry," I hear Blaise say.

I sit up, the blanket falling off of my chest, and landing on Granger.

"What are you doing?" I snap at Blaise.

"Well, I was coming to wake you up," he says, casually moving forward and sitting on the foot of my bed.

Granger sits up slightly, after she realises who it is and smiles at him. Blaise gives her a cheeky look, along with a vague wink.

"Well why?"

"Hogsmeade, mate."

"Right," I groan.

To my surprise, Granger leans forwards and kisses me lovingly. Just a quick kiss, but it has its affects. She gets out of my bed, in her little pyjamas that I just want to tear off, and walks into the bathroom.

I follow her progress and then look up. Blaise is grinning at me stupidly.

"I know where those prats are going," Blaise informs me, after a moment that is surprisingly not awkward

"Where?" I ask, stretching.

"Hogsmeade."

I quirk an eyebrow at him. "Really, Blaise? I would never have expected that."

"Well they're leaving soon, so hurry up."

"I thought I gave you the password for emergencies"

"This is an emergency," he answers, shrugging.

"I think we're going to have to be a bit more exact on what I define as an emergency."

"Well, get up. We can stop by Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes and get some serious pranks to play on them."

"Yea right, the Weasley twins won't sell anything to us. Are they even in Hogsmeade yet?"

"Yes, I think they are. They may not sell anything to us, but they will sell to her," he says, gesturing to the bathroom door.

"Well before we go anywhere, I need to write a letter home."

Blaise groans.

"Shut up, I'll be quick."

Blaise sighs and gets off of my bed. "I'll be waiting for you in the Common Room."

I nod.

"Granger!" Blaise yells.

"What?"

"Hurry up!"

"What?"

"Hurry Up!!!! Hogsmeade today!"

"Yeah, yeah" she answers indifferently

I smile at the door, man she's incredible.