Abused Massacre

Chapter 15: Truth be told

“Potter, you fuckin’ dumb ass, get the fuck out of my face.” Malfoy sneered.
“What’s your fuckin’ problem, Malfoy.” Harry jeered back stepping up to his face. His eyes barely reached Draco’s nose.
“You are, you fuckin’ mother fucker.”
“Stop!” He heard Hermione yell. Potter shoved him.
“Harry STOP!” She ran in between them with her arms flung out. Weasel stood red faced behind Potter with his fists up. “Malfoy, go to the common room.” Giving her an angered look he backed off slowly.
“You better be glad for Granger, fuck face.” He pointed at him. He was in a particularly bad mood today. Storming off, he head back for his room. Potter was getting on his last nerve. One more outburst like that and he would kill him. Literally. Just because he was against the dark arts, didn’t mean that he didn’t know how to use them.

“What was that all about?!” Hermione came storming in the common room after him. He glared at her.
“I don’t want to talk about.” He snapped and went into his room, firmly shutting the door behind him.
She was banging on the door. Trying to ignore her, he paced around his room. He wasn’t going to let some fuckin’ little saint rule his life.
“Draco Malfoy, you let me in this instant!” She yelled through the wooden door. Stalking over, he flung the door open. “What happened out there? Are you crazy?”
“It was nothing.”
“What do you mean it was nothing?! Harry and Ron were about to blow your head off! It was not nothing.” He walked back in to his room and stripped off his robes. Pulling on an old shirt and his running pants, he headed out with her on his tail.
“I’m going running.”
“Then I’m going with you.”
“Granger…”
“No, Malfoy. You’re going to tell me what the fuck just happened back there.” She transformed her clothes and her hair flew into a tight pony tail as she followed him out the door. Reaching the stone steps of the entrance hall he started to run. The frosty air gushed over their warm bodies as she ran along side of him not saying anything. After a half an hour of crunching over a soft layer of snow, she finally started talking.
“So are you going to tell me what happened?” She huffed as she pushed to keep up with his long stride. A small white cloud puffed out of her mouth as her warm breath made contact with the chilly air.
“I’ll tell you what happened. That little prat told me to stay away from you! No way am I going to let some little scarhead sissy tell me what to do!” He yelled quickening his pace. She gave him an affronted look but kept up. She’s in good shape he thought to himself.
“Don’t you yell at me! I wasn’t the one who said it.”
“Well he’s your fuckin’ bigheaded friend.”
“Talk about bigheaded…” He tackled her to the snow covered ground.
“I will not stay away from you for the likes of him. He can suck my dick for all I care. I love you and that’s it. No one can tell me to stay away from you.” He snapped pressing her hard into the wet earth. She didn’t say anything. Even more agitated than he had started out; he stood and started to run again. He heard her come up behind him. Before he knew what was happening he was lying flat on his back. She was on top of him with her hands firmly pressed on his shoulders.
“You didn’t have to yell at him like that. It’ll only make things worse in the end.” She said forcefully.
“What the hell was I supposed to do? I’m not going to let him boss me around.” He yelled. He could feel the cold snow seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt. Taking her by the hips he sat up easily despite the weight that she was imposing on his shoulders. Her nose was red from the cold. “Let’s go inside. You’re freezing.” He said as he pulled her close to him in hopes of warming her.
“No.” She said as she pushed him away.
“What? Why?” He hated fighting with her.
“Because we need to figure this out now.”
“You’re so God damn stubborn, Granger. You’re going to get sick.”
“Then so be it. How did it all start?”
“Fine, let’s run then.” Standing up, they brushed the clinging snow off each other and resumed their vigorous form of exercise.
“So… tell me already.” She snapped impatiently.
“Well I was waiting for you outside while you were talking to McGonagall after class. Potter and Weasel came up to me and told me to shove off. I told them that I was waiting to walk you to class. Potter told me to stay away from you and that’s when you came out of the room. Granger, there’s no way I’m going to leave you alone. You can’t get rid of me that easily. And don’t give me that look. He’s the one who pushed me. I didn’t touch a hair on his saintish little head. ” He said defensively. She looked forward and said nothing. Her pony tailed swished back and forth with every step she took.
“Okay, we can go back now.” She finally said. Rounding around the quidditch pitch, they headed back towards the illuminated castle.
The entrance hall was dead. They slowly made their way back to their common room in silence. What was she thinking?
“Priori” he said as the yellow clad wizard grunted sleepily and swung the door open. Making a bee line for the bathroom, he turned filled the tub with steamy water. “You want to take a bath with me?” He asked over his shoulder.
“Malfoy, have I ever wanted to take a bath with you?” She retorted testily as she washed her hands and headed for her room.
“Just thought I’d ask.” Shedding his wet clothing he gingerly stepped into the hot water. Soaking in the aromatic bubbles he closed his eyes. There was no way he was going to let those two scallywags run his life. He was going to see who ever he wanted, even if it was their best friend. They could go fuck themselves for all he cared. Feeling the water rise, he opened his eyes in alarm only to see Hermione’s gorgeous body slip into the water beside him.
“I was cold.” She mumbled as she enclosed herself in his arms. Her back to his chest, he draped her hair over her shoulder and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. He knew perfectly well that she could feel his aroused state but he didn’t care.
“I thought that you didn’t want to be somewhere where my privates were floating around.” He said mockingly.
“Oh shut it, Malfoy.” Turning around, she straddled his wet body giving him perfect access to her. “Malfoy, before you go judging my friends, just remember that they were born that way. You know that I need to tell them about us. This is getting too out of control.” She said sadly. He nodded.
“How are you going to do it?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Should I do it?” He asked laughing. “I feel like I’d be approaching a father figure asking for you hand in marriage.” He stated with a broad grin. She watched as she slid a single slippery hand up his smooth chest. Leaning forward she suckled his neck gently.
“I don’t know which way would be the best. I think that they would try to kill you either way. They’d probably accuse you of putting a curse on me like Hagrid thought.” She mumbled as she nibbled on his ear lobe. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest as slowly caressed her bare back. He was hard as a rock with lust for her. He groaned as she purposely rubbed her body against his.
“So then how do you want to break it to them?” He managed to get out through labored breathing. His fingers trailed down to her softness as he gently fondled her. She sighed with pleasure as her head rested on his shoulder.
“Maybe…I should… talk to… them… first.” She said through small moans. Taking his lips with hers, she abused his with her own. He couldn’t take anymore of this teasing.
“Hermione…they’ll tear you apart.” He groaned as she took his hardness in her hand.
“They’ll tear the both of us apart.” She whispered as he felt himself being slipped smoothly into her crevice. He couldn’t resist once he saw that she wanted to grind. The water sloshed back and forth as she moved on top of him. Letting her head fall back she wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her bosom feverishly. They continued to make violent waves in the sudsy water as her pace quickened. This was the ride of his life. He moaned as their premarital love making hit its peak of excitement. Shrieking loudly, he knew that she was reaching her max. Feeling her body spasm as she climaxed, he shot off shuddering with pleasure. Gripping her firmly he closed his eyes in his sweet ecstasy biting her neck causing her to release a soft moan.
Panting, he drew her close to him as he softly kissed her neck. Running his fingers through her tangled wet hair he moved his passionate kisses to her lips. She tasted like strawberries. God, he loved her. There was no way those boneheads would stop him.

A week later Draco had made up his mind. He would tell Potter and Weasly himself. He had found out from Blaise Zabini that the Weasel had been dating Bailey Murdock, a quiet seventh year, since the Yule ball. Draco didn’t think that Murdock was particularly good looking, nor was she ugly. He didn’t know her well. Though they were in the same year, he paid little attention to her. She kept to herself mostly. He had seen her with a few Hufflepuffs over the years, but didn’t care much. She was too homey looking for his taste. No wonder the Weasel likes her, must remind him of his mother.
Blaise had also informed him, to his surprise, that the little Weasel was dating Madden Clup, one of his chasers. He had always liked Clup, how he could fall for the little fire crotch he didn’t know. Maybe she was good in bed. She wasn’t all that bad looking, if it weren’t for her surname and her hair he might have considered bedding her over the years. God, he despised her red hair though. He despised all of their red hair.
Leaning against a wall he waited in the shadows for the two scallywags to come out of the great hall. The two came out with deep in conversation. He stood straight and prepared to approach them when their attention was drawn else where. It better not be Granger. She’d ruin everything. The little Weasel came prancing out to catch up with her brother. He supposed he could say what he need to in front of her since she already knew.
“Potter. Weasly.” He called as he stepped out of the menacing shadows.
“What do you want Malfoy.” Potter immediately sneered.
“Watch your tone Potter. I need a word with the both of you.” He replied as he pointed at the two boys. “The little one can stay if she wants. I believe that she already knows.” He watched as Ginny’s eyebrows furrowed trying to figure out what he meant. Ron and Harry gave her questioning looks that were answered in a shrug from her.
“Well what is it that you need to say Malfoy. We don’t have all day.” Weasly said wand in hand. Draco smirked as he saw the realization of what he was going to say dawn on Ginny’s face. She looked truly scared and he saw her clutch her wand in the pocket of her robes.
“Granger has been worried about our ‘relationship’, yours and mine.”
“Why would she care about our ‘relationship’, Malfoy? She can’t stand you.” Potter said.
“On the contrary Potter. Little do you know, your little Hermione is madly and deeply in love with me and I with her. You see why she is worried about ‘us’?” He heard Ginny gasp.
“You liar! Hermione would never love you! She would never touch you!” Ron yelled.
“Oh, Weasly, she’s touched me, believe you me, she’s touched me.” He said with a smirk. Ron’s hand was shaking as he shoved Draco into the wall and jabbed his wand against his neck.
“You take that back, Malfoy.” He growled.
“You two really are big clods. Apparently we weren’t as discrete about our secret love affair as we thought. Your little sister here figured it out right after the Yule ball.” He gestured towards the silent girl. “That big oaf Hagrid even figured it all out before you Weasly.” He continued calmly his wand still in his pocket.
“You knew!” Ron bellowed at Ginny. She nodded weakly.
“Well if she’s in love with you Malfoy, then why hasn’t she told us? We’re her best friends.” Potter said.
“Oh come on. Are you seriously asking me that? Do you know what you would have done to her? Your words would have torn her apart. Why do you think I’m telling you instead of her? I don’t give a flying fuck what you say to me. She couldn’t think of a way to tell you so that you wouldn’t be mad. Weasly, get your hands off of me.” He said as he shoved him away.
“I’m going to kill you.” Ron said in the most menacing voice that he could as he lunged for him again.
“Weasly, I don’t know why you’re so upset. I know that you’re dating Bailey Murdock.” He spat. Ron stopped dead in his tracks. Harry and Ginny stared at him.
“Ron, you’re dating a Slytherin?” Harry asked in surprise. Ron went as red as his hair confirming Malfoy’s accusation. Draco smirked.
“How did you know that?!” He hissed.
“I’m the head of my house. I know everything that is going on. I know who likes who, who dates who, and who fucks who.” He said as he saw the terror on Ginny’s face out of the corner of his eye. He looked at her to see her shake her head slightly. So the big bro doesn’t know, huh? Maybe the girl needs to be spared. She’s kept our secret. “So since it’s out in the open that Granger isn’t the only Gryffindor with a Slytherin, maybe we can decide on a compromise, for Granger’s sake.”
“Why would we want to compromise with you Malfoy.” Harry leered at him.
“Because if you love Hermione as a friend as much as you say you do, then you would do it for her. You haven’t seen her this last week have you? Since we had that fight?” He questioned as he closed the distance between himself and Potter. “You have failed to notice that she hasn’t been eating, or that she doesn’t say much to you, have you? I can see it all the way from where I sit at my table that she’s been too emotionally stressed out to touch her food. If you truly care about her well being, then you would agree on a compromise. I’m starting to think that I am the only one who really loves her.” He said as he glared at Potter. Harry pointed his wand in Draco’s face.
“No!” Ginny yelled as she threw herself in between them. Draco backed away in shock. The little Weasel was defending him?
“Ginny, have you gone mad!?” Ron yelled.
“He’s right. You two have been too engrossed in quidditch to notice that Hermione is miserable. She’s wanted to tell you for so long, but couldn’t because she didn’t want to make you mad and cause you to not do well during your matches. You have to make some sort of compromise otherwise she will deteriorate… all because of your stubbornness.” She lectured putting her hands on her hips. Draco watched their reactions over her head. He could tell that their little pea brains were processing the information that the little Weasel had said. Potter was the first to speak.
“Fine, Malfoy. What do you have in mind?”
“I’m not telling you that you have to like me, because sure as hell I’m not going to like you, but we could at least be cordial. I will do my best to keep my lot out of your faces, you just can’t give Granger a hard time if you see us together. If we just stop fighting I don’t think that she would be so upset about everything.” He proposed. They looked at each other like idiots and then to the little one. He saw her nod to them.
“Fine.” Weasly said.
“Fine, but this compromise doesn’t apply on the field.” Potter said.
“Fine.” He replied. Giving Ginny a nod, he walked away.



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