Some Secrets Should Be Told

A/N- Thanks to everyone who is reveiwing, it means a lot to me.
So, heres chapter five, and Yessss it's in Draco's POV this time. Hoorah. He's a hard character to try and 'be' so work with me:P haha

enjoy.

Shannon xoxox

Chapter 5: Follow The Clues
Dracos Point Of View

***

I'm not exactly sure how it happened. Even though I am sitting here with Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini and Pansy, I just can’t stop thinking about Granger. Pansy is sitting very close to me, which I'm grateful for. She may be annoying, but she's the cover I need. I made eye contact with Granger at the feast the first night back, and there was something in her eyes, I can't put my finger on it, but I almost find myself thinking it was 'fear'. Potter was sitting beside her, but he was facing away.

She came down to the Common Room to yell at me today, and she looked sexy in her shorts and tank top. I cringe at the thought, but there is no point in denying these feelings to myself. I know they are wrong, but I can't hide them from myself. I love when she banters with me, her eyes lighten and her face turns angry. I like her when she’s angry.

She left after I mocked her. I'm assuming that she went down to breakfast, but I honestly can't be sure. She came back with tears pouring down her face, a red cheek and a bleeding lip. Something isn't right. When we see her like this all of my friends look directly at me, waiting for me to make a comment.

"Yes, go clean yourself up, Granger. You look a fright. Not that you normally don't," I say. My friends laugh, I inwardly sigh.
It wasn't until she came back later that I was seriously intrigued. She left the Common Room earlier with her book, but when she came back she was in a great rush. Other than the obvious things like her quick retreat and her shaky voice, I notice that she doesn't have her book anymore. I know that she brought that book from home, because she was reading it on the train.


I hear the shower start above me and leave the Common Room. I need to be quick. Curfew is up soon. I go outside and light my wand. I walk down towards the beech tree, but there is nothing out of the ordinary. I do a quick sweep on the closest sides of the castle and that’s where I see it. Hermione’s book. It looks like she dropped it. It's laying halfway open the pages folding from the weight of the book being on top. Her marker is not even in the book anymore, but lying a couple of feet away. I find this very odd; Hermione would never treat a book this way. I look around a little bit more, and the light from my wand lands on blood. "What the..." I say out loud. I lean down closer to it, definitely blood. I'm assuming it's Granger’s, so I keep my distance. I don’t need to be infected.

Then I notice the scuffs in the dirt all around this area. I don't stick around to ponder it. I hurry back into the castle, with Hermione’s book in my hand. On my way back up to my room I can't stop myself from wondering.

'What happened down there?'

***

I make it back into the Common Room minutes before Hermione comes down from her shower. I put her book on a shelf underneath some other ones. She isn't getting it back until I figure out what is happening. She is carrying her book bag, and I roll my eyes inwardly. She sits down and pulls the table out from right under my feet. She really does know how to piss me off.

"Excuse me, Granger, but in case you didn't notice I was using that table," I snarl at her.

She gives me her usual banter, and I'm reacting out of habit. I'm really looking close at her face. I don't know who she's trying to fool, but if anyone knows anything about Glamour Charms, it would be me. I've been under them enough. She's focused on her work so I get up and walk around to where she's sitting. I see bumps on the side of her head.

I point them out, but she plays stupid. It's pretty interesting actually I muse, as I take my seat on the couch. I think Hermione is actually getting laid, she's not just making it up.

I finally get sick of watching her work, having no homework myself.
I get up and start walking towards my door.

"I'm going to bed." I inform her.

She barely acknowledges me. I climb my staircase.

***

I wake up pretty early all of the time, today is no different. It's Sunday and sleeping in wouldn't have hurt, but obviously that's not an option. I stretch and my mind instantly goes to Granger. I cringe. ‘Why,’ I ask myself. 'Why do I always need to be thinking about her? Why am I even bothering to try and get her attention her with my snide comments? I'm better then she is.' Seriously, I can't believe that she has actually had sex. I always pinned her as the 'Virgin-‘Til-I'm-Married' type. I have something on her now, plus, that fact that obviously likes it rough.

I go down to the Common Room after I get dressed. It takes me a while, I need to make sure my hair is perfect and my robes are not wrinkled. Appearance means a lot. I sit down on the couch and wait for Granger, I can't wait to use this dirt on her. I wait and wait, but Granger does not emerge. I finally take drastic measures and pick up a random book and throw it right through the glass tabletop. The book smashes through loudly and then I mutter 'Reparo' to fix it. I do this about four times before I hear angry footsteps on the stairs.

I quickly repair the table for the last time and sit back down on the couch.

"What are you doing?" I hear an angry voice from behind me ask.

"Sitting here," I say innocently.

I hear her sigh, "What was all that noise?" she asks.

I turn to her with an eyebrow raised. "I didn't hear anything," I lie. "I thought I asked you to dress appropriately if you were going to be in my presence, Granger"

"I don't give a damn what you asked," she says seething.

"Is that what you look like when you whore yourself out?" I ask her. Her face reddens.

"I don't 'whore myself out' Malfoy."

"Oh, I see, is this a clever trick into getting me to want you? Flounce around in your pyjamas?"

"No, Malfoy."

"I know what you were doing last night," I tell her and watch as her face drops a little bit and becomes slightly pale. Wrong reaction, no?

"You don't know anything about last night!" she says in a shaky voice.

My eyebrows knit together. "Oh, so you weren't having sex outside of the castle?" I ask mockingly.

Granger looks slightly taken aback, "I...Well-"

I give out a fake shudder, "Was it Scarhead or Weasley?" I ask, knowing before she opens her mouth that I got it right.

"You… you don't-" she stutters, obviously not able to figure out how to answer that.

"So you like it rough, hey, Granger?" Her face is slowly becoming red again.

"What? No-"

"No need to lie." I say calmly. She seems to be getting really angry. Perfect.

"I'm not-"

"Okay, Granger. I always new Muggles were different, but who new they actually like to bleed"

She loses a bit more colou] and steps back into her staircase. She looks straight into my eyes and slams her door hard.

"AND SHUT UP!!" She yells from behind it.

I give a little chuckle and a shake of my head.

***

Over the next week I can't help but notice that I'm seeing very little of Granger. She barely comes to meals, and basically sits in her room all day. I'm not in many of her classes, but the ones I am in, I notice that she rarely pays attention to the Professors. She just sits there, not answering questions and not taking notes. I can tell that she's just not trying, and that's the weird part. Hermione 'Ever Composed' Granger is breaking down. I'm almost having trouble suppressing my glee!

I'm sitting in the Common Room one evening, just finishing up some homework when Hermione comes down the stairs and sits in a chair. She just stares into the fire. I clear my throat. She doesn't look at me.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask. She looks astonished.

"Nothing," She says slowly.

I raise my eyebrow and put the last period on my sentence. I roll up my parchment and set it to the side.

"You realize that you are succeeding in making me better than you in classes, don't you?" Once again she looks surprised.

She just shrugs.

I'm getting angry. Why won't she answer me, why won't she get angry and fight with me?

"Are you having withdrawals?" I ask.

"From what?" she asks incredulously.

I sneer. "From sex, Granger."

Her eyes widen at the words. She doesn't answer but stands up and glares at me. "If--I wish--You--" she splutters. I'm honestly taken aback. I stand too.

"If I what, Granger?"

"If you-, I can't-" and then she falls silent.

I smile. "There is no need to get so upset about it."

Her eyes widen again and she points her finger at my face, I see that her hand is shaking. "You don't-, just--"

I've never known Granger to choke on her words.

I reach forward to grab her finger, "Get your fucking finger out of my face, Granger," I say harshly.

She pulls her hand away quickly, before I have a chance to close my fingers around it.

I advance towards her. "I don't know what your fucking problem is, but you better snap out of it," I snarl.

She matches my steps, for every one I take forward she takes one back. She starts shaking her head to disagree with my words.

"Don't even fucking bother, Granger. You can't lie to me. I'm not an idiot"

"Well you're doing a great job at proving that wrong!" she suddenly shouts.

"Why? Because I know that you’re sleeping with Potter and Weasel? Get a fucking grip!"

"I'M NOT!!" She screams, her face red and tears shimmering in her eyes.

"Oh, give me a break," I say bitterly.

"Why do you even care?!" she asks, her eyes glassy and widening.

My anger returns.

"I don't!"

"You do!" she yells anxiously, her body rigid.

"Shut up, Granger!"

"Fuck you, Malfoy!"

I reach forward to close my hand around her wrist, but she flinches away and pulls her arms back. Her face takes on a look of great hurt and fright. Almost like I am just going to grab her and throw her. That right there stopped my motion, and my anger.

"What's your problem?" I ask, dead serious.

"Nothing," She mumbles and tries to disappear back into her room.

I put my arm across the doorframe, blocking her way. "Tell me," I say, and hear that my voice is surprisingly soft.

I hear Grangers breath catch, and she looks up at me in shock and wonder. I do nothing, just stand and block her way. I look into her face and notice that her eyes hold a look of great terror. I wouldn't even have to look at any other of her facial features to notice, just her eyes.

Granger catches me off guard and side steps me, she runs across the Common Room and out of the portrait hole.

"Fuck!!!" I yell, and throw myself on the couch