Draco Reveals His Secret

Hey everybody this is my first fan fic ever, so I hope you enjoy it! I'm doing the abusive Lucius plot, because I think that by the way Lucius treats Draco in the second movie he could be a really vicious person towards his son. Anyways, the couple in this fic is Draco and Hermione. I just go right to them being a couple, so if you don't like it, don't read it.

This story is rated R for violence, abuse, excessive swearing, and sex. If you don't like reading this kind of stuff, turn back now.

Disclaimer: All of these Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling NOT me.

Steam billowed heavily from the Hogwart's Express as it screeched to a stop by platform nine and three quarters. Draco Malfoy sat with his arm around his girlfriend Hermione Granger when he heard the conductor's voice echo throughout the train.

"Platform Nine and Three Quarters! Watch your step going out, and have a fun and safe summer holiday," boomed the deep voice as it echoed throughout all the compartments.

"Fun? Ha!" laughed Draco as he took a huge bite of the Lemon Pastry that he bought from the trolley causing crumbs to spill down the front of his white cotton tee-shirt, his blue jeans, and some even lingered on his face.

"Oh Draco! Must you always be so dismal?" asked Hermione playfully as she brushed the crumbs away from his cherry lips.

Draco ignored Hermione's comment, collected his trunk and owl cage in one hand and grasped Hermione's hand with his free one as the two of them got off the train. She started talking to him about how she was going to go with her parents to a muggle hockey game over the summer, but he tuned her out because he was too busy fretting over how he was going to spend his summer vacation.

"What's the matter with you, Draco?" she asked when she saw that he wasn't paying any attention to her whatsoever.

"Oh, um, nothing," said Draco suddenly.

"Nothing, huh?" asked Hermione in an offended tone as she released her hold on his hand. "You weren't even listening to me. You were ignoring everything I was saying."

"I'm sorry Hermione. I think the Lemon Pastry I ate upset my stomach," Draco said as he faked a grimace.

To Draco, it did feel like he had eaten something horrible. His stomach was flipping around like a fish out of water. His father knew about his and Hermione's relationship due to the Death Eaters that attended Hogwarts. He was officially screwed.

They passed through platform nine and three quarters together and Hermione said, "Look Draco! My parents are here! Come and meet them!"

Her hand caught his as she pulled him in the direction of her parents, and he quickly looked around for his father. No sign of him.

"Hermione! Welcome home honey!" exclaimed her mother when they approached.

"Who's the guy?" demanded her father when he saw Draco and Hermione's linked hands.

Hermione's mother gave him a dirty look then pulled Hermione into a giant bear hug.

"Er, it's good to see you sweetheart," said her father when he saw the look Hermione's mother gave him.

"Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet Draco Malfoy. Draco this is my mom and my dad," she said as she pointed to each of her parents.

He shook both of their hands as he said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Granger."

"Oh he's so polite!" exclaimed her mother gleefully. Draco blushed slightly.

"Malfoy...Malfoy... I've heard that name somewhere before," her dad said. "Actually, Hermione didn't you come home last summer and complain about a boy named Malfoy?"

Hermione's mom nudged her dad and said to Draco, "It's nice to meet you, dear."

The group of them stood around awkwardly until Hermione said, "Um you guys can leave now.

"We'll be waiting in the car," said her mom as she winked at Hermione and pulled her husband in the direction of the parking lot.

Hermione put her hand to her forehead and blushed furiously. Once they were gone and out of sight she rolled her eyes.

"Parents," she sighed.

"You complained about me?" teased Draco.

Hermione punched him lightly on the arm as she said, "I never got over that one time you took away 10 house points from Harry, Ron and I for nothing."

"Well the famous Harry Potter and Ron Weasel can be so full of themselves sometimes. They deserved it," Draco pointed out.

"So are you going to say goodbye to me or not?" asked Hermione as she sighed, rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms across her chest impatiently.

"You're a feisty one Hermione, and that's what I love about you," said Draco smoothly as he hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

Hermione sighed deeply again as she said, "I really don't want you to leave, Draco. You will write to me a lot won't you?"

Draco sighed, gave her a small smile and said, "I will try, Hermione I really will."

Draco didn't notice as he hugged and kissed Hermione that his dad was waiting for him and that he had seen and heard everything. He stood underneath his Invisibility cloak, fuming and pondering over how he was going to deal with his disgraceful son who called himself a Malfoy.

Hermione looked in his eyes and said in a stern voice, "You'll try?"

Draco snaked his arms around her waist and said in a serious voice, "Hermione, you know I love you and I trust you. I have to tell you something that you should know."

Hermione looked at him worriedly and said, "What is it Draco?"

"Well you know my father, Lucius, is a very controlling man. He wants me to follow in his footsteps, become a Death Eater, and then when Voldemort dies I'm," Draco paused, sighed and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "I-I-'m supposed to be the next Dark Lord. I'm the heir to Voldemort's Throne."

"You're related to-to-to Voldemort?" Hermione whispered. She had heard the name Voldemort so often on her adventures with Ron and Harry that she wasn't afraid of saying the name anymore.

"Not exactly, Herm," Draco sighed. "It goes like this. My family, the Malfoys, are feared in the wizarding world. They helped Voldemort come to power and in return Voldemort gave to them power and money. He promised my family that when he dies, if they had a son born into the family and he proved himself worthy, their son would be the heir to his throne. Make sense?"

Hermione slowly nodded her head.

"I'm going to have to go through training next year during the holidays, and when I graduate I will be initiated into the circle of Death Eaters. I might even start training this summer," Draco continued.

"Which is why you said you'd try to write me," sighed Hermione.

"Right," said Draco. "Plus my father has spies at Hogwarts. I know we hid our relationship well for awhile but when it went public to the school, well lets just say he sent me a couple of notes. But there was nothing really he could do except threaten me because well Dumbledore was there. Plus it was right before school let out for the summer."

"Oh crap, he knows," gasped Hermione.

"I know. Hermione, listen to me I don't want any of this. I don't want to be a Malfoy. I know what a jerk I was to you years ago, I was exactly like my father. I never want to be like that bastard. Swear to me that you will tell no one I told you about this," said Draco as he looked at her with pleading eyes.

"I won't tell anyone. Draco, when you tell your father you don't want any of this, what will he do?" Hermione asked.

"My father is a madman and loves to punish me for no good reason. One time when we got our semester grades he put the Cruciatus Curse on me because I got a B plus in Transfiguration instead of an A."

Hermione scowled in disgust and said, "That bastard."

"I know. He knows he can't kill me though, because if he does Voldemort would be beyond upset," said Draco as he ran his hand through his hair again.

Hermione thought to herself, 'God he's hot when he brushes back his hair like that.'

"Now I really don't want to go, since I now know what is going to happen when you tell your father," Hermione said. "You don't have to go through any of this. Contact Dumbledore. I'm sure he can figure out a way to protect you, to hide you. Just god, I don't want you going back home to him."

"He will find me, Hermione. No matter what, they will find me," Draco said sternly. "This is the price that I have to pay for being a Malfoy."

Hermione's eyes welled up with tears and she pushed her face into his shoulder. He held her and tenderly stroked her hair as sobs racked her body.

"I love you Hermione Granger," Draco whispered in her ear which only made her cry harder.

"And I love you," she sobbed.

Draco couldn't take it any longer. He had to kiss this wonderful, beautiful, girl who he had learned to love so much, who had taught him how to love. He lifted her head off of his shoulder and gently wiped the tears from her face. He leaned in, his lips met hers and she opened her mouth to him and greeted his tongue graciously. One of his hands stroked her hair as the other one traveled down her slim body. He loved kissing her and normally got carried away when they were alone, but since they weren't he refrained from touching her in places he would normally touch. Suddenly their kiss was broken by someone breaking them apart forcefully. It startled Hermione so much that she stumbled, lost her balance, fell backwards and landed on her ass on the hard concrete. She looked up and saw Lucius Malfoy standing there looking very, very angry.

Lucius grabbed Draco's chin harshly and spat, "Why the hell were you kissing that dirty Mudblood? You're a Malfoy and a pureblood! We do not show affection like that towards Mudbloods! You shouldn't be showing any emotion at all! You're a Malfoy! We NEVER show any emotion but anger!"

He let go of Draco's chin, scratching his face and drawing blood as he did so and turned on Hermione.

"And you! Keep your Mudblood hands, lips, whatever off of my son!"

"I was wondering what took you so long to get here father," Draco said coldly as he held his face with one of his hands. "Hermione, go to your car."

"But Draco," started Hermione.

"I said go to your car and leave," said Draco with desperation in his voice.

She got up off the ground, mouthed "I love you" behind Lucuis' back, for he was glaring madly at his son, and started off towards her parents car. He watched as her long, bouncy curls bobbed up and down as she walked and her hips swayed with a girlish motion. A feeling of dread washed over him as he thought about going back to Malfoy Manor, for he hated that place with a passion.

"We never had a proper hello. Hello Draco," drawled his father.

"Hello father," Draco said coldly as he glared at him hatefully.

"I hope you enjoyed your time with Miss Mudblood Granger for that will probably be the last time you will ever kiss her dirty little Mudblood lips again," spat Lucius venomously.

Draco didn't say anything but instead held his face where his father had scraped.

"Let's go home shall we? I can't punish you in front of witnesses you know," said Lucius as he picked Draco up roughly from the collar of his robes and started to drag him towards the car.

Draco's eyes wandered down and saw the Invisibility Cloak that Lucius held loosely in his hand.

'Shit,' thought Draco. 'Summer is going to be hell.'