Some Secrets Should Be Told

A/N- I hope everybody really enjoys this story. I just want to say now, that it is VERY important to me, and I will not accept Flames. If I get flamed, I may lose control a little bit and..If that happens I just want to tell everyone ahead of time how very sorry I am. This is a Work In Progress.

I want to thank WeasleyWench for helping me get through this story, and a HUGE thanks to her for naming my story:P

This is my first story in POV, so please go easy on me. It will be Hermiones POV for the first few chapters, then it will be alternating between Draco and Hermiones POV.

This story contains raw Sex scenes and very violent Rape. Don't like, don't read.

Okay, So I'll Get on with it! Thanks to everyone who is reading.

Shannon xoxox

Chapter One: Seamus
Hermiones Point Of View

I look across the room with what I am sure is a stupid grin on my face. My boyfriend has been here, visiting for a week. He came all the way from Ireland! Unfortunately he is leaving tommorow, and I am going to miss him. The upturn to this is that I will be seeing him in another week, when we go to our 7th and final year at Hogwarts. Right now we are sitting in the living room, watching the television. Well, Seamus is watching the television, some stupid show that doesn't matter. I'm not really paying attention, my eyes wander around the room. Our basement is burgandy and gold, ironically matching my house colors, I muse. My television is rather large, and it is complete with surround sound. The furniture we are sitting on all matches, its extra large and reminds me of the jungle, complete with leopard-like spots.

"Hermione!" My mothers voice calls from the top of the staircase, breaking into my thoughts.

"Yes, mom?" I ask, standing from the couch and walking to the landing.

"Your father and I are going out for dinner. We'll be gone for a few hours."

I feel my face flush with embarassment. "Okay, mom."

"Make sure you get to bed early," she tells me. "Seamus has an early floo-call."

I nod, even though she can't see it and wander back to the living room. I hear the door open and close, and now it is just Seamus and I.

I give him the stupid grin again. "My parents are out for the evening." I say, in a would-be casual voice, as I sit back down on the large couch.

Seamus' features brighten and he stands from the easy chair he claimed at the beggining of the evening, walking towards me with a confidence I have never seen before.

He grins down at me, and I feel his hand on my thigh. I glance down at it and look back into his face, which is much closer then it had been a second earlier. My stomach flutters uncomfortably, and Seamus reaches up a hand, placing it on my neck under my ear. His thumb caressing my cheek, and there is a hungry look in his eyes that I don't recall seeing there before.

"Seamus?" I start to ask, but he cuts me off with his lips.

He presses them gently against mine, and I accept them. His tounge runs across my lower lip, causing my arms to break out in goosebumps. His hand on my thigh is now squeezing, not painfully, but with a suggestiveness behind it.

'It's going to happen.' I think to myself, and find that I am more excited than scared. I open my mouth and accept his probing tounge. Seamus moves so that he is sitting beside me on the couch. I turn with him, facing him, never breaking the kiss. I hear him moan my name slightly when we break the kiss momentarily for air, I shiver in anticipation and kiss him more fervently than before. I can hear the television talking behind us, but I pay about as much attention as I was earlier. None.

His arms wrap around me, his hands on the back of my ribcage, running up and down. My stomach is fluttering involuntarily, and I shiver again. Seamus reaches for the hem of my shirt, and starts pulling it over my head. I allow it to be taken off.

Seamus sits back, and I realize I'm shaking.

"Are you okay?" he asks me sincerely.

I nod, not being able to speak at the moment. I look at Seamus in the face and notice his gaze shifting over my quivering form. I quickly raise my arms and cover my chest.

"No.." He whispers, reaching up and moving my arms away from my exposed chest. He takes in my small breasts, and then looks back into my eyes. I see a reassurance in his when our eyes connect. I give him a small smile, and reach forward, pulling his own shirt over his head. I stare at his chiselled chest, maybe for a moment too long, because he reaches forward pulling me towards him, kissing me again. I can feel his chest flat against mine, his muscles are tense. My own tense when I feel his hands on my hips, moving forward to the button fly of my jeans.

Seamus must have felt me stiffen slightly, because he smiles reassuringly again. "Do you want to go through with this?" He asks me tenderly.

I think about for a moment. Do I? Do I want to lose my innocence? Am I ready for that?

"Yes," I whisper to him, before I can think about it too much.

He gives a sly smile and stands me in front of him. I oblidge, and he reaches for my pants again. This time, I make sure I am relaxed and he unbuttons my pants, sliding them down over my hips, and finally, down my legs.

I am left in my little cotton panties, feeling more exposed than I have ever felt in my entire life. Seamus reaches up and hooks my panties with his index fingers, sliding them off of my body.

Okay, now I am feeling more exposed then ever.

A low hiss exits his lips and I look at him with wide eyes. "You're beautiful," He says, reaching for my hip. He pulls me forwards and lays me down on the couch. He stands, merely looking at me and I feel like he is scrutinizing my every curve. Then he lowers himself to his knees beside me, and I feel the butterflies return full force. He kisses me deeply, and I feel his hand snaking its way down my body. He moves lower, all of his attentions falling onto my breasts. He takes my nipple into his mouth and I feel a sensation that I have never before. I groan. His hand is now on my thigh, stroking it lovingly. I hold my breath as he parts me and slowly pushes one finger inside, hissing again. Blowing hot air onto my wet nipple, the sensitive skin tightens and peaks.

His thumb brushes over my bundle of nerves and I moan. I look down at him; he has his head resting on my belly, looking down towards his hand as he works me. He starts pumping his finger slowly, and I notice that my breathing is becoming labored. Picking up the pace, his thumb begins to rub my clit, then more frequently as his fingers press in and out. Each time, I feel my muscle contract and take deeper breaths.

He turns his face towards mine, and I realize that the look in his eyes is lust. They are glowing.

"Seamus, please," I hear myself whisper, not even fully recognizing what I am asking him to do.

He takes a deep breath, oblidging my pleas by adding another finger to taunt me with. I gasp, alarmed at the intrusion and he looks up at me.

"You're not ready yet." He whispers

'Ready yet?' I ask myself. I close my eyes at the feelings that are storming through my body. Everything just feels so good, and I realize that my hips are subtly bucking into his hand. He removes his thumb from my clit and my eyes snap open as I realize what he is doing. His mouth clamps over my clit, replacing his thumb. His tounge is rubbing it in earnest, and I feel a lot of pressure building in me very quickly.

"Seamus..." I say in a breathless voice.

"Hmmm?" He hums, sending vibrations through my body.

The pressure suddenly releases, and he pulls out his two fingers, moving his mouth towards my entrance.

I feel my hips bucking frantically now, "Oh God," I say loudly as my first orgasm shakes through my body.

Seamus pulls his mouth away, and it is then that I realize he is no longer wearing his trousers. My stomach flutters again in my euphoria and he nestles himself between my thighs.

"Hermione," He says quietly. I look into his loving eyes. "I have to tell you...this is going to hurt."

Fear replaced the euphoria in my belly. "Hurt?" I question him.

Realizing that I must be afraid, he kisses me quickly and says, "Yes, but only for a second."

I feel the doubt on my face.

"I swear," He whispers.

I take a deep breath and nod, closing my eyes and awaiting the pain. I release my breath slowly when I feel his cock at my entrance, and take another deep breath.

"Please look at me," Seamus requests. I open my eyes and stare into his. He nods, and pushes his lower body forward, entering me. He pushes a little, groans and then stops. I look at him question.

"That didn't hurt too much," I tell him. He almost smiles at me. "Were not through that point yet," he says.

I purse my lips and nod. He pushes quickly, and I gasp. I can feel that the tears are ready to fall, so I close my eyes quickly. I take a couple shallow breaths, and Seamus doesn't move. I open my eyes, and his concerned face is hovering over mine.

"Are you okay?" he asks, seeing the unshed tears shining in my eyes.

I suck in my bottom lip and nod. He moves gently within me and I actually hold my breath. This doesn't feel good at all.

After a few moments of Seamus within me, his groaning and smothering my face in kisses, the pain resides to a dull thud. It isn't bad as his initial thrust, but it still isn't as good as I thought it was going to be. Seamus begins thrusting faster.

"Oh, God." Seamus groans, his eyes closed tightly, and a look of pain on his face.

"Are you okay?" I whisper to him, cupping his face in my hands.

He grabs ahold of my wrists and pulls them away from his face, moving them to his shoulders. He is groaning loudly now, and his breathing is becoming alarmingly ragged.

"Oh, my God.. Oh, God, Hermione..." He says, thrusting into me deeply. He places his hands on my shoulders and starts pushing me down as he thrusts upwards. With each painful intrusion, I gasp, but Seamus is beyond hearing my pain.

I whimper a few times and feel my cheeks become wet with my tears. With a loud moan, Seamus thrusts quickly a few more times, holding me down. His grip is tight and unyeilding, I feel that I'm going to be bruised.

"I'm gonna come," He says loudly, and I can feel his throbbing member inside of me, releasing spurts into my body.

Seamus moans loudly for another moment, and drops down onto me. I can still feel him shuddering with the aftershock of his orgasm. I can still feel my tears falling down my cheeks.

"Wow" He whispers into my ear, his cheek resting against mine.

Seamus pulls back, and looks down into my eyes. I see his face fall, concern etched into his features. "Oh no." He says. "Are you okay?"

I nod, taking a deep breath. "I'm fine." I mutter. Although I'm not. My body is aching, inside and out.

"Was I rough?" Seamus asks.

I look into his concerned eyes again, and then feel the fresh tears cutting paths down my cheeks. I suddenly burst into tears, surprising Seamus, and myself. "Y..Yes!" I manage to say.

"Oh, God. Please don't cry 'Mione. I didn't realize." he says.

"You didn't....didn't realize?" I ask between chokes. "How could you not?"

"I...I...." Seamus stammers, obviously not finding anything to say.

My body is wracked with sobs, and not just because Seamus was rough. Because it was my first time, and he was more worried about his own pleasure. He wraps his arms around me tenderly, pulling me into a hug. He reaches up and wipes the tears off of my face, but they were quickly being replaced with new ones.

"I don't know what to say." he says.

I breathe in sharply and look at him. "Couldn't you hear me gasping in pain?" I ask him. "Didn't you realize what you were doing?"

"No," he answers "What was I doing 'Mione?"

"You...You were pushing me down....you were pushing me down as you pushed yourself up." I manage to say.

Seamus' eyes were slighty narrowing. "I did?" he asks me.

"Yes!" I almost shout at him. "You know it was my first time, and you were still rough with me!"

My eyes began tearing again, I blink hard a few times to get rid of them. Now Seamus looks teary-eyed.

"I'm so sorry Hermione." He says to me. "So sorry."

He leans over me and starts dropping chaste kisses onto my wet cheeks.

Seamus retreats and we lay still, our breathing is opposite and I find it irksome. I push Seamus' arm off of me and stand. He looks up at me and I turn, stalking away to the bathroom. I enter the door and slam it hard behind myself. I know I'm being dramatic, but I thought it was going to be so much different then it actually was. Why did I do that? I'm obviously not emotionally ready to handle such intimacy. That thought surprises me, because I am usually emotionally ready to handle anything. I take a deep breath and inspect myself in the mirror over the counter top. My hair is wild and tangled in the back, and my face is red and splotchy from my crying. I look at my shoulders and see the faint outlines of bruises beggining there. I take one more deep breath and open the door. Seamus is still lying on the couch, smiling at something on the t.v.

"Seamus..I'm sorry for my attitude" I tell him truthfully. I am, I shouldn't be acting like this, I should be happy and excited.

He shakes his head at me. "It's okay Hermione. It's not your fault, It's mine. I should have thought about you." he admits.

I sit down on the couch in front of his stomach and he leans down, placing kisses up my side.

"I'm going to go to bed." I tell him after a moment. I'm feeling very tired now.

Seamus nods. He leans forward and places a kiss upon my lips. "I'm sorry Hermione."

I wish he'd stop saying that.

***


I get up and scoop up my discarded clothes, walking away quickly and closing my bedroom door behind me.

I quickly throw on my pajamas and brush my hair. 'I hope my parents don't find out!' I find myself thinking. 'They would be so upset with me.' The thought of people being upset takes my thoughts to

Harry and Ron. They love me, and they are going to be very hurt that I did this. I breathe in and climb under my blankets, pushing Harry and Ron out of my thoughts right now. Thinking about them frightens me a little bit. My eyes drift closed and I will sleep to come.