Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I think you will probably realise this as I do not happen to be JK Rowling. (I was born near Chipping Sodbury though)

I apologise for making Hagrid so horrible! He's lovely really, but I thought that would be utterly traumatising, Hagrid and Harry are so close! And I thought this would make a situation in which it was easier for Harry to trust Malfoy, they are mortal enemies after all, he's not going to trust him just because the boy is shockingly sexy. Rawr.

I wonder if the mechanics of Harry and Hagrid are even possible. "maybe for an unladen african swallow..."

Chapter two, in which Harry befriends his gallant rescuer.

"Oh God Hagrid, why are you doing this again?"
Hagrid turns, exposed. Never in all my life had I been so happy to see Malfoy. I get up from the floor while Hagrid stares, angry at the interruption, the only sound was the dripping of his sweat on the floor.
Malfoy looked shocked, and rightfully too. Hagrid had been raping me. A giant, raping a young boy, both orally and anally. He was disturbed by the image because he had one been Hagrid's rape victim, too. He'd been to the Rape Crisis Society, but the pain of the memory still ran deep. The memory of Hagrid's hairy, bulky frame pushing him up against the wall; the exposure of Hagrid's sweaty member; and the pain and humiliation of a peadophilic sexual abuse were awful to him.
He unties me from the pillar and I fall into his arms.
"Oh thank you Malfoy!"
He looks disgusted.
"Get off me Potter!" he spits.
I was mortified and hurt, I hadn't meant to be overly familiar, this was Malfoy for goodness sake! I had just needed to show gratitude to my rescuer. I backed off and ran to the safe haven of the Gryffindor tower. The Fat Lady looked at me and smirked at my dishevelled hair and damp, sweaty body.
"Been up to something naughty, have we Harry?"
I stammered the password (hippogriff, it brings up thoughts of Hagrid) and I run to the dormitory and collapse on my bed, crying. I draw the hangings shut around me.
It was getting late, and was near the end of breakfast next morning when Neville came up to the dorm to find me.
"Harry... Harry, breakfast's nearly over. If you're not coming down I could bring you some up"
I sniffed "No thank-you Neville, I'm not hungry" he opened the curtains, but I had my back to him so he couldn't see my face. He had the sense to leave me alone now. He went off downstairs to eat, saying that if I wanted anything they were all in the common room.
The door snapped shut behind him, fresh tears welled up in my eyes. I had no one to talk to... nobody to listen.
Except Hagrid. Before he... raped me, Hagrid had been one of my best friends. If someone other than Hagrid had done that, he would have been the one that comforted me. But Hagrid was no longer a friend of mine. Because of him I felt pain; both emotional and physical pain. My tears wet my pillow, but I couldn't go on crying. I had to confront him. To name him and shame him as a homosexual rapist. I wanted his awful secret to be heard throughout Hogwarts.
So I walked to Hagrid's hut, determined to give him a talking to concerning his having stolen my innocence.
As I approached his hut I shuddered, this place had nothing but bad memories now. I peered through the window, the light was off – was Hagrid even there? I put my face close to the windowpane and narrowed my eyes. Was he there? Was he there...? "Harry!" a loud voice boomed behind me. Hagrid was behind me, and he lustily grabbed my waist and pushed me against the wall of his hut. I felt the wind knocked out of me as I gasped for breath.
Suddenly I felt a surge of anger, replacing my upset and pain.
"Hagrid, noooo!" I yelled.
Taken aback by my sudden outburst he took a step back, I took my chance and pushed past him. Red-hot hatred surged through me, making me feel braver than I really was. I took a step towards him.
"Don't you ever touch me again." I said, my voice shaking uncontrollably, my fists were unconsciously clenched. I saw a flicker of panic torch up in Hagrid's cold beetle eyes. Feeling yet stronger, I spat out,
"I'll get you for this Hagrid. You'll pay for what you've done to me."
With that I turned and ran, and didn't stop. Flinging a final glare of hatred behind me I entered the welcoming safety of the castle.
I ran into Malfoy in the entrance hall, he took one look at me and said
"He's tried it again, hasn't he?"
I nod, but explain that I got away.
Malfoy can sense my distress and I once more collapse into his arms, sobbing. He doesn't push me away this time, but awkwardly pats my back. Suddenly I break away quickly, he looks confused and a little hurt. I take no notice of this and run up to the tower, again collapsing on my bed in tears. This time I was crying because... I'd felt so comfortable hugging Malfoy, and I was even more disturbed by this thought than Hagrid's attempts at rape. What is wrong with me? Draco is my enemy! Hold on, I called him Draco, I've never called him Draco. I buried my head in my pillow, utterly confused.
Drifting off to sleep, all sorts of fantasies filled my head. I imagined Draco and I as friends – or more than that? I snap out of sleep, sitting up disgusted at myself. There was a knock at the door, who could it be at this hour? Everyone but Ron of course was in bed. I wrenched the door open and gasped in shock – it was Draco! I backed away, blushing. I'd just been thinking about him and I didn't want him above all people to see me crying. But why, why was I bothered about him? He entered the room, slowly and sympathetically.
"Hagrid's had me four times" he said dolefully.
"Four?" I exclaim.
"Yes, four" he repeated, "and each time was worse than the last." I shudder, I am horrified. Hagrid has to be stopped, he shouldn't be allowed to get away with this. I give Malfoy what I hope is a sympathetic look, he is looking crestfallen, and a little voice whispered at the back of my mind,
"He's also looking very cute"
"What? No! Shut up!" I yell silently, in reply to the voice. What is happening to me? A long blond strand of Malfoy's fringe falls into his eyes, automatically I brush it away, and look deep into his eyes. I break away again, staring disgustedly at my hand. It was if it had acted of its own accord. "You had better get to bed Malfoy" I mumble. Now it was his turn to look mortified, and he fled from the tower.

Author's Notes: Writing in the first person is difficult. But for feelings nothing's better, because if somebody is telling you how they feel, it's utterly more believeable than someone else telling you how someone else feels.

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