Disclaimer! Nope, not in my dreams can I even think of owning Harry Potter.

HOLY FUCKBALLS BATMAN!! THis has taken me quite a while to get out. Combination of writers block, final exams, homework, and the holidays. I apologise greatly. Hopefully, Ill be able to write more faster. Enjoy!

Hermione was pleased with herself, as she walked the corridors of the school. She had managed not only to get a decent lunch for her friends, but the house elves insisted on delivering the food basket right to the entrance, so that Hermione didn't have to go out of her way. Hermione had stopped to chat with the house elves, and they had liked having the attention, especially now that she had given up on trying to set them free.

Hermione thought about Draco. She was happy about how things were going thus far, but she was afraid at the reaction of her friends, and the rest of the school. Should they pretend there was nothing going on? Should she try and protect Draco's reputation as a muggle hater? She hated that about him, but knew, or rather, hoped that it wasn't true anymore. Would they actually last together, or would they prove to be too different? And what did Crysania mean about power? Hermione was confused, and she needed to talk to Draco about it.

Hermione continued walking, lost in her thoughts. She let her feet carry her to where she needed to be, knowing the way back to her room without needing to think about it. She came up to the dorm portrait, and a voice stopped her.

"Hello Hermione. Your beloved is waiting inside." Crysania said, twirling her hair around her delicate fingers.

"Oh, thank you so much Crysania." Hermione said. She spoke the password, and entered the dorm.

She looked around the common room, noticing that the fire was burning brightly, and that there was pumpkin juice waiting on the main table. She walked over to the table, and couches and sat down on her own. Only then did she notice Draco lying on his couch, with her blanket wrapped around his legs, reading a book.

"Hey Hermione, did you have fun talking to the house elves?" Draco said, putting his book down, and getting up to look at her.

"Yes, I did, actually. They have agreed to pack us a lunch, and even have it delivered to the entrance for us, so we don't have to go back down there to pick it up." Hermione replied, getting herself more comfortable on the couch.

"Excellent. Saves us some time. Would you care for a glass of juice? I had the house elves bring it up for us." Draco said, as he moved to the table to get himself a glass.

"Sure." Hermione replied, fingering her hair. "So, I was wondering something…" she trailed off.

"You were wondering if we were together? As something official? I wanted to ask you that too. I would very much like to call you my girlfriend, my angel, if I may." Draco said, with a tinge of red splashing his cheeks.

"Well, yes, I was wondering that, and I would absolutely love to be your angel." Hermione replied, blushing herself.

"Good. As I said before, I want you forever. Since the start of this year, I've wanted to be with you. At the beginning, I was worried about the reactions of the other students, most especially your friends in Gryffindor, and about my reputation. I'm not a death eater, contrary to most people's opinion. I got over that, however, when I realized that their opinions really don't matter at all."

"No, they don't. After we graduate, there wont be any houses, only witches and wizards. I'm glad that you aren't a death eater, and that you accept the fact that I'm a muggle born. I was really worried about that, especially considering your not so pleasant history with us." Hermione replied, drinking her juice.

"Yes, well, Hermione, I have to say it. I'm very sorry about how I treated you before. I was young, and under the influence of both my father, and Voldemort. I regret what I called you, and how I treated you. I only hope that I can make it up to you somehow. I only hope that you can forgive me."

"Draco, do you even need to ask? I do forgive you. I admit it, I've said things to you that were mean, and I regret them as well. Not to mention that I DID clock you one back in third year." Hermione replied, blushing at the memory. "But you deserved it."

"I know that I did. Did I ever mention that you have one hell of a right hook? I just wish that you managed to knock some sense into me then, rather then having to wait until now. I've grown up a lot since then.

"Yes, well, I don't think that either of us could have seen the future, so lets not worry about it. Ultimately, we are here, this is now, and that was then. There isn't anything that we can do about it, so lets just try to move on. Sound good?" Hermione said, shifting more on her couch.

"Sounds good. I can deal with that. Now, what do you think Crysania meant about hidden pasts? I know more or less, what she meant involving myself, but you? I doubt that you have some deep dark secret." Draco said, half joking, half serious.

Hermione sat up as he said this. He obviously didn't know about her past, but should she tell him? Or would it ruin what they might have? Then again, did it even matter, since it was in the past? She didn't know. For being the smartest witch of her year, she sure as hell was confused.

"Well, I DO actually have a secret, but it isn't something that I share with people, really." Hermione began, nervously.

"That's understandable. Most people don't go around sharing their secrets." Draco said.

"No, I suppose not." She trailed off.

"So, 'Mione, are you going to tell me?" Draco prompted.

"My secret isn't something pleasant. Not at all. In fact, it might change your opinion of me, and you might hate me, be disgusted by me." Hermione said, twirling her hair.

"Angel, most secrets, especially ones from the past, aren't cheerful. I know that mine isn't. Whatever it is, we can deal with it. It doesn't change who you are, or that you are a good person on the inside." Draco reassured her.

"Well, alright. As I'm sure that you know, I'm smart, I'm a bookworm. As Snape would say, I'm an insufferable know-it-all. In both worlds, muggle and magical, I'm an outcast, not as much here though. Well, in the muggle world, people have taken it upon themselves to make my life a living hell. At the beginning, years ago, they weren't so bad, you know, only teased me, bullied me, that kind of thing. Since coming to Hogwarts, things got worse. I suppose they were jealous that I got sent to a private school, while they didn't."

Hermione paused as if gathering her thoughts. She chewed on her lip, to figure out what to say, as well as how to say it.

"This summer, when I went home, things changed. I changed. The girls weren't content just teasing me, making me feel insignificant. No, this summer they went further then that. They began to hurt me, physically. I'd go home with bruises, and had to explain them to my parents. Eventually, that wasn't enough for them either. They had some friends, guy friends. They cornered me while I was out one day. They trapped me; there was nothing I could do. I fought with everything I had, but it wasn't enough. Three men forcefully defiled me. Made me dirty, made me nothing." Hermione finished, tears streaking down her face.

Draco didn't know what to say. He felt so sorry for her, for what happened, how it made her feel. He felt angry at these girls, and guys that could use someone so precious, so beautiful, like that. He felt angry that there was nothing that he could do about it.

"Angel, I'm so sorry about what happened. I wish that there were something that I could do to change what happened to you. I wish that I could hex the living shit out of these people for you." Draco said, as he moved next to her, and put his arms around her body.

She leaned into Draco's arms, feeling their strength. She felt better for telling him, knowing that he didn't thing that she was a whore, but she hated having to relive those moments in her mind's eye. Hated having to feel those hands on her again. She shivered, and curled closer to Draco.

Draco stroked Hermione's hair until the tears stopped. He held her, and hoped that he never run into these people who tormented her so. They would not be so lucky escaping his wrath.

"So, Draco, do I get to hear your secret?" Hermione said, after she calmed down.

"Of course. You had the balls to tell me, so you deserve to hear about my past." Draco said. "You aren't going to like it, but I admit that it is rather similar."

Hermione arranged herself so that she could see Draco's face. She lay back in his arms, as he began his story.

"My father is a death eater. One of the more respected death eaters. Because of that, we would often have guests at out manor. I met many of Voldemort's inner circle. One of them took a rather odd interest in me. He would ask about me during parties, and talk to me himself once I was old enough to attend the parties. One night, he came to me. I was in bed. He told me that he loved me, and that, one way or another, I would be his. He knew that I couldn't tell father, since it would be a sign of weakness. I would have been beaten because of it. I couldn't do anything. I was as helpless as you, Hermione. I fought back, but I too was defiled. I felt worthless. However, my story differs. My tormentor kept coming back to me used me as if a slave."

'Oh, Draco! I'm so sorry." Hermione said, as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Don't be. Ill get him back, if it's the last thing I do. Draco said, clenching his fist.

The two sat on the couch for a long while, comforting each other, plotting revenge, just being with each other. They talked about their pasts, and what they wanted for the future, the hours slipping by. That was until they realized that if they didn't leave immediately, they would be late for the picnic.