Some Secrets Should Be Told

A/N- Oh, thank you so much for the reveiws. It really means a lot to me, I didn't think this story was going to be so popular, it didn't seem that way in the beginning.

SoftObsidian74-- Okay, well I decided that I wanted to write about something real. Sorry for choosing Harry to be the creepy pervy rapist, but it seems like Harry can be either good or bad, so it's easy to write it with him. Ron..I don't really like Ron, in case you haven't noticed that he's barely mentioned, I can see Ron being down with a 'double penetration gang bang' And Hermione, well she'll get over it. I'm sorry, but like I said, I wanted to write something real, so here we are. I know that you weren't being rude, and I hope you know that I'm not either:P

Here's Chapter 9!! Enjoy everyone!!

Chapter 9: Fight!/Defeat!
Draco's Point Of View


I pull away from Granger just on time; the Portrait swings open and Potter sticks his unworthy head out. He looks at me and confusion crosses his features, that is, until he looks at Granger. I can see the emotions crossing his face, confusion, anger, fear , and finally he settles on “innocent”. He steps out, closely followed by Weasley. It takes all of my self-control not to deck the stupid git.

"Yeah?" he asks, knitting his eyebrows together like he has absolutely no idea in the world why I could be here right now.

I say nothing at first, just glare at him in fascination, amazed that he can be so utterly stupid.

He shrugs and turns around to go back into his Portrait Hole, but I grab onto his arm and stop him in his tracks.

"Where do you think you're going?" I ask.

"Well, you weren't saying anything. I thought maybe you just came to admire my looks," he says, trying for sarcasm, ripping his arm out of my grasp.

I snort very uncharacteristically and force my face to look angry again. My lips are pushed slightly forward in a tight look of hate, with my jaw clenching. My eyebrows close in towards one another, bridging the gap over my eyes. My eyes, full of hate and fury, are as cold as I can possibly make them. He steps back, faltering when my anger finally takes over my good sense. I sense Granger stepping back.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I ask in a menacing voice. It seems like I might need to explain why I'm here to this idiot after all.

"My problem?" he asks, "You're the one who came over to my tower, demanding to see me."

I see Weasley start edging away.

"Don't fucking move," I say in a cold voice that stops him dead in his tracks.

"What makes you think you have the... the right to touch Granger?" I ask suddenly, just wanting to get to the point.

Potter and Weasley exchange confused expressions and look back at me.

"I'm sure that I don't know what you're talking about," Potter says calmly.

I rush forwards and pin him to the wall with my forearm across his throat. I'm slightly taller than him, so his feet are dangling off of the floor, hitting my shins.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about," I say close to his face, my teeth slightly bared.

"Look, Malfoy-" Weasley starts but I cut him off.

"You shut the fuck up!" I scream, losing complete control now.

The portrait of the Fat Lady swings open and the stupid girl who answered the door is peering out. I reach over to it with my free arm and slam it shut in her face. In that moment Weasley takes advantage and grabs me from the back of my robes, pulling me off of Potter and onto the ground. I jump up quickly and in one swift move Weasley is clutching his nose, blood pouring from between his fingers. I look at Potter, who finally looks frightened and worried. Granger's memories flash before my eyes and I run at him, yelling. I push him down onto the ground and straddle him. I pull my right arm back and Potter flinches already. I smirk at his weakness and let my fist crash into his face hard, causing my knuckles to smart. Right now I don't care.

He groans and I hit him three times consecutively without looking into his face. He spits out blood and looks at Granger, almost like he's begging her to help him. She is just standing there, frozen by what she's seeing. People are beginning to come out of the Fat Lady's portrait, but I don't care about that either.

"Don't even fucking look at her!!!" I yell angrily, and even I can't believe my behavior right now. I'm sure all of the Gryffindors are shocked, but no one is making a move to help him.
I lean down close to his face to make an announcement.

"If I so much as hear that you look at her again, touch her again, say her name again, I will fucking kill you."

I cock my arm back one more time and crash it so hard against his face that my knuckles break open and start bleeding.

"That one was for me," I say menacingly, "The last four were for Granger."

With that I get off of him and take in all the surprised faces around us. I notice Finnegan standing there in a paralyzed demeanor, staring at Granger with a look full of wonder and contempt. He notices me looking at him and turns his face away from her hastily. People are whispering to each other about what this could possibly be about. I run over to Granger and grab her arm. I pull her down the hallway quickly, ignoring the stares of the Gryffindor’s as we pass.

I don't let go of her arm until we are in front of our own Common Room, and I can hear her panting behind me. I say the password and enter the room quickly; Granger follows hastily.

She gives me a surprised look and walks to the couch, throwing herself onto it unceremoniously I might add.

I move forward and stand in front of her. "He's not going to touch you again," I inform her.

She looks a little bit wary, but all she says is, "Wow."

I raise my eyebrows at her, still breathing hard. I can't sit down, there is way too much adrenaline pumping through my body. I wander around the Common Room aimlessly, picking up random objects like lamps, and candles, and putting them back into their spots without an extra glance. I feel Granger’s eyes following me around the room, and when I finally look her, she has a goofy smile on her face.

I smile in spite of myself, and almost laugh loudly at the look on her face. 'Funny, how she can switch moods so fast,' I muse.

"What?" I ask, glaring at her out of the corner of my eye, but my smile ruins the effect.

"Thanks," she says, shrugging slightly.

"Hey, no problem," I say, and realize that I am not wearing my usual mask of arrogance. I think she noticed too, because she can't seem to take her eyes off of me.

"If they touch you again..." I say, but let the statement hang as she stands up and starts moving towards me.

I can see unshed tears in her eyes, and really hope she doesn't start crying again. She stops a few feet from me.

"You hurt yourself," she says, pointing to my right hand.

I look down at it and then shrug. "Just some cut knuckles. Easy enough to fix," I say modestly. I think I took her off guard by not being rude to her and all.

"I'm sorry that you had to do that," she says, and now I understand the tears. She's afraid that I'll be mad at her too.

"It's fine," I say smiling. She looks skeptical, "No seriously.

I've wanted to kick their arses for years anyway. This just helped me along a bit."

"He's going to be really mad," she says.

I shrug, "Then I'll just fight him again."

"At me," She whispers.

I realize right now that I have put her in a difficult situation.

"Granger, something had to be done. He's not going to kill you. He can't even fight."

"He might," she says eerily.

"He won't," I say firmly.

She shrugs again, her eyebrows rising slightly with her shoulders, and then back down.

"Granger, if he so much as looks at you, he will be in a lot of pain. I think I made that very clear."

"You won't be with me forever," she points out.

At this statement my mind goes into overdrive. My stomach drops slightly when I realize that I don't care if I am.

I close the gap between us with one long step and pull her into my arms. I like that she doesn't stiffen. My mum stiffens...

"Granger," I whisper into her hair, "I will keep you safe if my life depends on it."

I hear her slight sigh, and look down into her face too see her eyes close, a content look on her face as it's pressed against my chest.

"I trust you," she whispers to me after a moment.

My heart swells and I lean down and claim her rosy lips in a kiss. She doesn't push me away, and doesn't make me feel uncomfortable about my sudden boldness. Her warm lips taste sweet against mine, and I want nothing more than to ravage her right here. I think we have come to a silent understanding. I don't push her, I know what she's been through and even this is amazing for her to be doing right now. I just kiss her softly and pull back.

She is looking at me, and there is something in her eyes that I can't define. I feel so confused right now. As much as I know this is wrong, I also know that this is what I want. Besides, she needs me right now.

I walk away; the adrenaline is fading and I just want to sit. I sit on the couch and watch her approach me slowly.

She sighs loudly, and I look up at her in what I'm hoping is an appraising demeanor.

"Malfoy... I don't want anything to be weird between us."

I just raise my left eyebrow. "Things already are." I point out.

"Not really," she says and I laugh, "Seriously, you were just doing what you felt was right."

"It was right," I say harshly

She steps back one step and gives me an odd smile, "Yes. It was right, but at the same time it was wrong."

"How?" I ask.

"You stooped to their level."

What the fuck? How dare she say that to me?

"'Stooped to their level'? Excuse me, Granger, but I thought I had just done you an enormous favour. I did not stoop, I was watching out for you. I didn't rape you, Granger. How can you even imply that I am as disgusting as those idiots?"

I look up and see her face; it's twisted a little bit, like she’s in agony. No tears, though, thank Merlin.

"That's not what I meant," she says, clearly stung by my words.

"Well, by all means, explain yourself," I say.

"I didn't mean that you were as bad as them. I just meant that you placed yourself lower than you usually are..."
I give her my confused expression, and I can feel my lip starting to curl upwards.

"I did not lower myself. I was protecting you!" Why can't she just get it?

"I didn't ask you to Malfoy."

"I needed to do it!" I almost shout at her. God she pisses me off.

"Why?" she practically screams into my face.

"Because I owe it to you! I owe it to you and I owe it to my mother, and I owe it to myself. I'm trying to be the 'good guy' I'm trying to HELP" I scream at her, and I'm surprised to find myself on my feet.

"Why, Malfoy?" she asks in almost a whisper, it's such a contrast between our voices that I'm a little bit jolted.

"Why?! WHY?!!" I feel my anger coming again, and I'm not even sure why I'm getting so mad. I can feel that my eyes are very wide, they probably look like they're bulging. "Because, Granger!!! Women don't need to be treated like that!!! They need to be kept safe, they need help sometimes. No one deserves the things that have happened to you!!!!"

"Okay, well I see that, but why do you care about what happens to me?"

Maybe I'm not explaining myself very well. I can feel an eye twitch coming on, and I'm sure I'll look completely mad if that occurs. I take a few deep breaths and try and calm myself. She wants to know the truth? Okay.

"Because I like you, Granger," I say, before sighing heavily in defeat.

"What?" she asks, with a huge unbelieving smile taking over her angry face.

"Yes, Granger. I like you. I don't know why, or even how, but I do.

I don't want to see you hurt, and I feel like it'll be my fault if you are. I've hurt you enough in the past to want to redeem my mistakes." I can't even believe that I've admitted this to her. I already feel like an idiot for it, but it's the truth. Now I only wish that I could make sense of it.