Ok so I lied, I'm updating this one, why because I got reviews (thank you for the inspiring reviews, and your not the only one who does H&D insomniac) Enough with the boring announcements (I didn't get started yet...) and on with the show! Last time on Dark Little Secrets: "That's fine, oh and it's Hermione to you." she told him. Draco nodded and when Hermione had shut the door he rolled her name on his tongue. Then he proceeded to get dressed and ready for his Saturday. "Hermione, bathroom's yours, oh and since we're doing the name thing my name is Draco, not Malfoy, so feel free to call me by my name." he said. However neither of them said something they had already agreed upon, they would act as if their new relationship of sorts had never happed around their peers. For both of their protection.

Hermione walked into the great hall the next day, the discussion about Voldemort's fears still fresh in her mind. Sitting and serving herself breakfast she took out a book and started to read quietly to herself, hoping beyond hope to not be disturbed. After serving herself more eggs and toast she looked to see who was around this early in the morning, Snape was of course, he would get up and be there to disturb even the happiest of mornings, it seemed his goal. McGonogall was there and looked happy, sipping tea and speaking with Hagrid.
Turning her attention once again to her book she grew absorbed with the subject, the Witch trials in Europe were amazing; thousands died for small pointless, harmless things, and of the accusations were false. She discovered that of all the Witch trials in Scotland alone, only 100 were real witches, out of the several thousand killed.
"Good book Granger?" a male voice asked, taking it from her grasp before she could tighten her grip.
"I'm enjoying it thank you very much Malfoy." She replied. After flipping though the pages, he looked at her again.
"Scottish Witch Trials? Isn't that a little gruesome for you young ears? All the death and torture methods don't scare you do they?" he asked.

"No, they're highly interesting, and so you know Malfoy I am older than you. Now kindly give me my book back." She said before snatching it from his unsuspecting hands, standing up and walking away.
She walked down the hall into her first class of the day, Muggle Studies, true she didn't need the class, but to learn how the magical people viewed household and other objects was very interesting, they treated the simplest and cheapest of things like gold, not knowing they could be bought for less than six knuts.
Smiling she sat in her usual seat and set her things out. For the NEWT level class it was interesting if only Harry and Ron knew this class was the only class she never studied for. She knew so much about Muggle lives since she grew up in the muggle lifestyle. Learning about things she already knew wasn't too much fun, but she also learned a small amount of history behind each of the new objects they studied.
Professor Vector walked into the room and shortly after the rest of the class slowly filed into the hall. He taught them about the CD player that day, Hermione smirked to herself, she had spelled her to play for her even on Hogwarts grounds. She answered the questions and even went so far as to venture the average price-range for the object.
Class soon ended and she was left to herself for the next two hours. She decided to spend some time catching up on some lost exercising time and went to her head dormitory to change into a pair of short gym shorts, and a tank top she threw on her robe and went to the room of requirement. After pacing in front of it and thinking of a gym she walked in and saw the most top of the line gym she'd ever seen.
Walking over to a stereo set she discovered a stack of her favourite CD's to work out to. After selecting a CD and placing it into the player, music filled the room. Content with her music she went over to a treadmill and proceeded to start her workout session; throwing her robe in a nearby corner. Running herself to the brink of collapsing she stopped and went to a water cooler. Splashing water on herself and drinking some, she threw the cup away and walked over to several mats she saw. After stretching she proceeded to work her abdominal, until she felt as they would tear, stopping for a moment and then continuing her workout.

Draco paced up and down the halls, having no class he had nothing to do, overworking himself for the last six years had proven helpful, allowing him to have fewer classes this year, and more free-time. Stopping to set his things in his room he decided he had time to do something fruitful, so he decided to work out. Changing and throwing his robe on he went out to search for the room of requirement. Upon reaching the third floor, and halfway down the hall, he heard music coming from behind a door. Walking over he opened the door and saw someone walking over to a large thing filled with water. Upon closer observation he realized the person was indeed female and indeed Hermione. Smirking he closed the door and walked up to her. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, watching her jump, and enjoying it. "Go right ahead, there's more equipment than what I need for today." She casually replied. Nodding to her he walked over to a rowing machine. After dealing with his thoughts he decided to watch Hermione. She was doing push-ups, he saw her arms and was surprised to realize she was showing her scars, as if she didn't care. He remembered the first time he had, he was ashamed of it, and still was; it was his dark little secret.

*Flashback*

He had done it again, he did something to anger his father, and this time it was in front of Lucius' friends. He had tripped and spilled his juice all over himself, and his new light grey robes, staining them. Narcissa had seen and walked over to ask if he was all right, but had been stopped by Bellatrix, who let Lucius walk by to deal with is son. Lucius picked him up and dragged him out of the room, into a nearby study, or another room he hadn't seen. The walls looked scary, being covered with different kinds of weaponry. Taking a whip down Lucius proceeded to take the robes off Draco and whipped him, until blood came out, and Narcissa came running into the room. Seeing her son in such a state, she stopped Lucius and begged he whip her in their son's stead. Agreeing to his wife's request he proceeded to whip her, making Draco watch his mother's agony for taking her son's place, for being her son's whipping boy. When the whipping finished, Narcissa collapsed and Draco was put into his room for the remaining part of the night. Draco felt horrible and didn't know what to do or say to fix what had happened. His mother, his saving grace, his humanity had just been badly beaten. Walking into his bathroom he found the razor his father had given him when he had made Draco rape his first girl, as a way of congratulating his son on following in his footsteps. Picking it up he sat on a stool and placed the sharp edge against his wrist, slowly running it over his skin he suppressed a shiver as the petals of blood fell. He slowly put more cuts in his alabaster skin and watched the roses fall from his skin.

*End Flashback*

Draco looked at his arm and saw the rosy lines crossing his arms from the numerous times since then when he had cut himself. Each time he cut a little bit deeper, a little bit more, knowing he could kill himself, but he didn't care, he didn't mind. Sighing he stood and went over to the bench press, placed weight on it and approached Hermione. "Hermione, would you spot while I do the press?" he asked, she nodded and walked over with him. "So how often do you work out then?" she asked. "When I have the chance, I can't leave the house with out my father spying so I bought gym equipment to train when the quiddich season is out. "he replied. Hermione nodded and looked around. "Since when does the bookworm have time to work out?" he asked. "Since I don't read all the time and I need something to do to burn off all food I eat, hell it's better than throwing it all up." She replied. "Like you eat enough go gain weight." He retorted "I eat a large breakfast, and so be it I skip Lunch and dinner, that is nothing to concern yourself about." She snapped, walking over to her robe and putting it on. She then proceeded to walk to the door and left, door slamming behind her. Sitting up he stared at the door for several moments before getting up and walking out the door as well.