Hey Guys. I know it has been a long time, but these last few weeks have been hell what with school starting back up and all. Moving up a grade means that things get harder. :/ lol. Anyway, here it is. This is really a filler, but it is something I wanted to happen and I had to put it in before I went on so that I could continue the plot I wanted this story to follow.

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I sat hugging my knees to my chest on one of the window sills in the Astronomy Tower, long after Harry had left from one of our nightly talks. He really was becoming my little brother in all ways but blood, and I made sure to keep people from saying anything about him as much as I could. I knew how much he hated the attention.

I hadn't had much time in the last months to think about my friends at home, but now they were all I could think about sometimes, what with Christmas approaching. I had really begun thinking about actually going home for those two weeks we got off; but then how could I spend time with Harry and Sirius?

Maybe they would come to his house, at Sirius' approval of course; but what about Carlisle and Esme? Ah, fuck. How did I get to the point where I had to choose between people I cared about? It sure as hell wasn't supposed to happen this way, at least not in my mind.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and turned my head enough to see who was coming without letting them know I was looking. I sighed softly when I realized it was only Draco.

"Hey." He said softly, walking over to my window and sitting down next to my drawn up legs.

"Hi." I replied, turning to look at him instead of out the window.

"It's way after curfew, you know." He said.

I blinked, startled, and looked down at my watch realizing that it was indeed almost midnight.

"Huh. I hadn't even realized."

"Yes, I gathered that. When you didn't show up, I figured I'd come look for you. Wouldn't want you to be caught by Filch."

I smirked as I thought of the ugly hunched over man with a strange love for his cat. He sure did get enjoyment out of tormenting kids.

"Bella, there was something I wanted to talk to you about." He said softly, keeping his eyes on mine for a moment before dropping them.

My mind instantly jumped to the worst possibilities while my heart jumped into my throat. I said nothing, just nodded my head, even though he couldn't see it with his eyes downcast.

He must have realized where my thoughts were because he looked up and said, "It's nothing like that. It's not bad, well, depending on how you want to take it."

I looked into his beautiful eyes and saw that it wasn't over; he really did have something to talk to me about. I relaxed a little bit at that thought.

"Okay," I said just as softly. "What's wrong?"

He took a deep breath and looked out the window, turning his body to rest on the wall opposite me, mirroring my position.

"You had the courage to show us your ugly past that night a few weeks ago, and I think it's time I told you of mine." He said, his voice small, like he was afraid I would reject him; like I had been weeks ago.

"When I was five, my mum was helping me bathe, like always, while father was out of town for a few days on business. Everything started out alright, things went as they normally did. But this time, it changed.

"When she had reached my… privates, for lack of a less vulgar term, she didn't let go. She started to stroke me, telling me that I was becoming a man and I had to start acting like it. She said that this was how mums loved their little men.

"I started crying, begging her to stop, threatening to tell daddy, but nothing worked. She said that she would," He swallowed heavily before continuing. "Cut it off if I were to tell anyone what we did together."

I couldn't stop my eyes from narrowing in icy fury if I had wanted to. His own mother had touched him? At least Charlie wasn't my dad, but blood relations?

"She got me off that night, and she warned me again not to tell anyone. So I didn't. And it continued like that until I was nine. Helping me bathe and making me have dry orgasms while I cried.

"A few weeks after my ninth birthday, she told me to get out of the tub, dry off and meet her in my bedroom. By that time, I hated her. I hated what she did to me, and I wished it would stop; I prayed every night to whatever deity that would listen to make it stop.

"When I went in to the room, she was lying on my bed with her legs spread, touching herself. I remember my eyes widening and trying to run from the room, but she silently locked the door and told me to get on the bed."

He had tears streaming down his pale cheeks by this point, remembering what she did to him. I wanted to reach over and grab his hand but I didn't know if he would accept it. He took a deep breath before continuing in a whisper.

"She made me… use my mouth on her before I was forced onto my back. She got me erect and she… Well, I'm sure you can imagine what she did.

"It happened that way until I started Hogwarts when I was eleven. I dreaded going home for the summer because she would always expect me to pick up where she left off like I wasn't getting older. She told me she loved me, that she wanted us to be together and I don't think that I had ever been more sickened then I was in that moment. I was fourteen.

"That's when I finally told father about it. He has been so angry that he forced her in to a room on the opposite side of the manor and me into his wing. He couldn't divorce her because there were no loopholes in their marriage contract, but he made sure he didn't leave me alone in the house with her again.

"That was the first time I had ever seen my father cry. He had been so upset that he hadn't realized something was wrong with me, that I was afraid when I would ask him not to go away. From then on, he tried to stay home or bring me with him.

"These past two years have been hard on me. I've been with other people, mostly boys in Slytherin. You, Bella, are the first girl I've been with, ever. I didn't know if I would be able to do it, be with a woman, but you're different. You're… you."

He stopped and looked up at me, clearly saying he didn't know how else to describe me. I didn't need him to. I knew what he meant from experience. I had felt the same way when I had found myself attracted to him.

I reached out to gently cup his cheek and whispered, "I'll be here for as long you want me here."

He smiled slightly and held my hand against his cheek before sighing and letting his eyes flutter closed.

I vowed in that moment, that if I were to ever meet his mother, I would kill her. I wanted to rip her throat out, to cut her into tiny pieces, to bathe in her blood. It all sounded so appetizing that I had to restrain a shudder of desire to see her blood. I guess it just showed I was a bit more sadistic then I thought when it came to the people I cared about.

His eyes opened after a few moments, locking with mine. Keeping a hold of my hand, he pulled me forward into a sweet kiss, letting it linger for awhile.

Standing up, he pulled me to my feet as my knees popped from being bent for so long. As he looked at me, I knew our relationship had changed, had become… deeper somehow. A trust had been formed that night; something fragile, something that could be broken easily, but a trust nonetheless.

With a gentle smile on my face, we left the tower, heading towards the Slytherin common room without being intercepted by a human-like cat, her owner or crazy ghosts.

We didn't immediately go to our dorms, instead curling up in front of the dwindling fire, my head on his shoulder and his lips in my hair. I could occasionally hear him inhale deeply and feel him smile.

It was moments like this that I had to wonder what my mom would think. Would she be okay with my relationship? Would she like Draco?

And what about Professor Snape? What would he have to say about this? Because in all honesty, I had no intention of ever letting go of such a wonderful person as Draco, no matter what anyone said, but it would be nice to have my father's approval.

Instead of letting my mind dwell, though, I burrowed into his chest, pressing my lips into the skin where his heart would reside underneath.

I knew I was falling in love with Draco Malfoy. And that prospect was no longer as scary as it used to be.

Well? Whatcha thinkin'? Let me know! :D

love,

Kitkat