Some Secrets Should Be Told

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Eppie-Draco didn't realize what was happening until this chapter actually. You'll see how I'm going to be portraying him, he's got a few bumps in his past that help him along in understanding Hermione's predicament. Thanks for the praise about my writing skills. I like your reveiws because you actually tell me how you feel:P THis is in Draco's POV again, so make sure you tell me what you think.

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Chapter 7: I Understand
Draco’s Point Of View

Well now I feel as though I have just seriously invaded some personal space. I only followed her because I didn't know what she was doing or where she was going. I waited a good ten minutes before I went looking. I just had a feeling that something was very wrong. Apparently not. She seemed quick on finding herself a good shag. Now, I knew that she was doing Potter or Weasley. I honestly wasn't expecting to turn the corner and see her shagging them both.

Shocked is a serious understatement. I was paralyzed for a moment when I realized what I was looking at.

I can't wait for her to get back.

I sit on the armchair facing the Portrait hole. I'm sitting in dead silence, just waiting. All I can hear is the fire crackling merrily.

About twenty minutes later the Portrait swings out and Granger steps through, looking thoroughly exhausted. My face splits into an evil grin.

"Tired?" I ask mockingly.

She says nothing, just starts moving towards her room.

"Where are you going?"

"Shower," she mumbles almost incomprehensibly.

I actually laugh.

"I saw your little activities," I blurt. Well that didn't come out as smooth as I was hoping, but it's had an effect all the same.

Granger stops in her tracks and looks at me fearfully. I notice her face is shimmering with tears.

Her lower lip trembles as new tears drip off of her chin.

"What..?" I question myself quietly. The tear thing doesn't settle properly in my mind. Why would she be crying?

I get up quickly and block her door. I look at her, actually look at her, and I realize that she is standing in a way that suggests defeat.

I ignore it.

"Was it that bad?" I ask.

"Yes," She practically wails.

I think I missed something...

"Okay, so you're still sexually frustrated, I'm sure that they'll let you have another go tomorrow," I say.

Granger shakes her head, and she is abruptly angry.

"Don’t talk about things you know nothing about!" She screams at me, fury replacing the fear in her eyes.

"I know plenty about sex," I say.

She starts breathing hard, and it is really alarming.

"You don't even know what you're talking about! You don't know what you saw, Malfoy, so just shut the fuck up!!!"

This is totally unacceptable.

"I saw you, Granger. Stop trying to deny it. I saw you fucking Potter and Weasley at the same time!"

"That is just what you wanted to see, Malfoy."

"What?"

Something in my head clicks into place; I reach into my pocket and grasp my wand. I just need to wait for the right moment. It comes a second later. Granger’s eyes connect with mine and I quickly utter a spell.

I see Harry pointing a wand in my face, I realize I can't speak, ropes fly out of his wand and bind my arms, I'm pushed against a wall, Potter is thrusting into me harshly, I'm almost blinded by tears, I'm suddenly floating above the scene, watching it from afar. I vaguely see Weasley approaching, I see his hands on my body, I feel a searing pain in my ass, I see Draco (myself) standing off in the distance, I want to scream at him... I need him to help…

I blink and force my mind to break from Granger’s. I actually stagger sideways from the force I use to pull myself out of those memories. I stand up straight and look into her face. She is looking at me in anger, she knows exactly what I just did; she will have seen the flashes of memories too.

I can't speak; I can't find any words to say. I feel sick to my stomach. I look at her with wide eyes and run up her staircase, through her room and into the bathroom. I throw myself to my knees in front of the toilet and heave up my dinner. The force from my vomiting is causing my eyes to water, and I'm shaking like I never have before.

I stay wrapped around the toilet for a while, much longer than I need to be, but I don't feel as though I can trust my stomach yet. As I lean here, against the cold porcelain, I can't help but scold myself. I obviously made the situation worse. I laughed about it for Merlin’s sake. I'm such a prat.

I wait until I'm positive that I'm not going to be sick again and instead of going into my own room, I go into Granger’s.

She is sitting on her bed looking down at the floor. Tears are dripping off of her nose and cheekbones and she doesn't look up when I enter.

"Go on," she says.

"Go on, what?" I ask.

"Go on, make fun of me," she elaborates.

"I'm not going to make fun of you, Granger. There is nothing even remotely funny about this situation."

She looks up at me, and her eyes are puffy and red, her face is shining with tears.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask, feeling very uncomfortable standing in her room.

"There is nothing to talk about," she answers.

I laugh bitterly.

"'Nothing to talk about?', Granger, I just watched you get raped," I say in disbelief.

She just shrugs. I walk towards her bed and sit down on the mattress. She moves away from me so she is teetering precariously on the edge, the throw blanket that she's sitting on at the bottom of her bed is sliding a little bit every second.

"Was this the first time?" I ask timidly. Something in my belly tells me that it wasn't.

She says nothing.

"Come on, Granger. Talk to me, please."

She stares at the floor.

"I want to help you," I say desperately and very unlike myself. I fear for her.

"I can't talk to you about it," She says after a few moments.

I just stare at her.

"Why not?"

"Because I can't!" she says loudly, and I can tell that she is getting angry.

"Granger..." I say softly.

"No," she says.

"'No' what?"

"No, it wasn't. Okay?"

My stomach drops.

"This has happened more than once? Was this the second time?" I swear if it's been more I'm going to charge down to Gryffindor tower and do some serious damage. Not that I don't want to already.

"Yes," she says.

"Yes this was the second time?"

She nods.

"Okay. Tell me what happened the first time." I think I already know when it was.

I can feel her stiffen more than I can see it, the bed moves slightly.

"I can't," she says again, new tears falling.

"Why not?"

"I just can't, okay."

My bitter laugh returns.

"I think you'll find that I completely understand."

She scoffs. "Yea right."

"You don't believe me?" I ask, getting angry. "Let me guess, they said that they would kill you if you said anything, no?"

She gasps and looks up at me. "How'd you-"

"Oh come on, Granger, I'm not an idiot. I know what you're going through I already said that."

She looks at me suspiciously.

"Fine, you want to know? I'll tell you. You know damn well that my parents are Death Eaters," I start, looking down at my hands while I'm speaking "You think my mother makes it away from those meetings every time un-injured and un-abused. No. She's too gorgeous." I laugh again, but this time when I continue speaking it is clogged with emotion, and sounds very unlike me. "Ironic isn't it? My family went to the Dark Lord to be kept safe in dark times, when really they are being hurt more than possible. Bones and cuts heal quickly, Granger, it is the mind that is complex. It takes a long time to get over things like this."

I look up and see her looking at me with apparent pain in her eyes.

"So your mom gets raped?"

I flinch at the way she says it, almost in an uncaring way.

"Yes," I say shortly

"Well why don't you go help her?" she asks me in a tone I cant recognize. Is it pity? Anger?

"How do you suggest I do that, Granger? I can't. I'll help you instead."

"I don't need your help," she says scathingly.

I smile at her. "Yes you do."

She considers this for a moment. "Malfoy, I honestly don't think there is anything you can do or say that will help me. I don't even know what I need help with."

"I think you'd be surprised," I say. I stand up and start heading towards the door. "Go shower, clean yourself up and then come and talk to me. I'll be in the Common Room." She gives me a frail smile and I can't help but wonder if I've already helped her.

If I did, I wish I knew how.