Disclaimer: I have completely fucked up every single character in this story into something completely different, do you think JK would've done that. No. Thus, I don't own it.

A/N: Yeah, I'm happy that you are all happy that he's back. This chapter you also get to see what 'naughty naughty Blaise' is up to.

Oh and for SlytherinBeauty: A snowball effect is a metaphor. Like when you are making a snowball and you roll it around on the ground and it gets bigger and bigger, gathering more snow until it's finished. Well, my story is going to get bigger and bigger, gathering more and more information until it is finished. And then it will melt…joking.

Enjoy!

Chapter 32

Secrets Revealed and Tours

"Draco!" Hermione said softly, trying to find her voice.

"Hello love," he said almost sadly.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, noticing his tone of voice.

"I'm so sorry, Mina," he said softly.

"For what?" she asked confused.

"For leaving, Mimsy told me…what happened."

"Draco, forget about it, it wasn't so bad," she lied.

"Yes it was Hermione, and you know it! Don't try to lie to me. I'm sorry that it happened and I'm going to kill whoever did it to you," he said angrily.

"Draco, really, don't worry about it. Just come over here," she said softly as he hesitantly approached her bed. "Please just give me a kiss."

He slowly touched his lips to hers. It was nothing more than an innocent kiss, but it made Hermione feel so much better about her horrible week.

"At least I got to shower," she said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, I told Mimsy to make sure that you showered. I got all the stuff for you while I was out at Diagon alley," Draco said, still moping.

"Thank you, I didn't even realize how much I needed a shower until Mimsy said that you said to get me one." She kissed him again softly trying to make him happier, she knew that this mood was brought on by her, but she didn't want to make him suffer as well.

"Hermione, I love you, I'm sorry that all of this happened. It was my fault, I wasn't here."

"Its not your fault Draco, you had to leave because your father told you to, your father was the one who assigned them to 'take care' of me. Was he not?"

"Yes, but I'm sure he didn't tell them to rape you," he said this while he sat down on her bed and pulled her close to him, he wanted to hug her forever.

Hermione felt safe when he was there and she didn't want him to ever leave again.

"It's ok, really Draco, you're back, that's all that matters. I won't have to go through that again. Right?" she asked a little hesitantly.

"Never, I will make sure of it. Also, the next mission is much more dangerous and my father is going. He's going to be gone for a month and most of the death eaters are going with him."

"So, are you leaving again?" she asked, looking up at him with fear in her eyes.

"No, I'm not leaving, and we have the house to ourselves for the next month, my dad's leaving me in charge. I guess he was impressed about the way that I handled myself on the last mission."

"That's great Draco, so where are we then?" she asked.

"We are in Malfoy Manor. I didn't want to tell you. And I haven't told Blaise in the letters yet."

"We are in your house? You have extensive dungeons and torturing chambers under your house?"

"My father is the dark lord's right hand man," he said as though it was obvious.

"So are we going to escape then? I want to get out of here."

"You might be able to, if we can figure out how to get this fucking chain off, but I have to stay, there are other prisoners to attend to."

"I'm not leaving without you, Draco."

"You might have to. Just don't worry about it, ok. I have to go see how everyone else is doing. My dad gave me a map of the dungeons so that I can get to the other cells. I can finally punch Weasley for you now."

"That's good. I would much rather punch him myself though," she smiled, thinking of how good it would feel to punch him.

"Well, if we can figure this chain out, then you can," Draco said.

"Well, Mimsy has taken me out of it everyday. She takes me to shower."

"How does she do it?" Draco asked.

"She just snaps her fingers and it falls off. I don't know how, maybe its elf magic," she said this, but Draco was forming a smile on his lips. The smile faded into a smirk.

"That's why, that's why we couldn't get it off, I understand now," he said finally.

"You do?" Hermione asked expectantly.

"Yes, give me a minute, I'll be right back," he said, softly kissing her before turning towards the door.

He left the room quickly, leaving Hermione very confused.

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Harry couldn't find Blaise again. Where he was, Harry didn't know. He kept disappearing, and Harry was getting…not suspicious…more worried. He wasn't sure what was going on, and he was going to find out.

He ruffled through his trunk; he was looking for his map. He hadn't used it in so long; he wasn't even sure where it was anymore.

He found the crumpled piece of parchment in the bottom of his trunk and pulled it out.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Harry said as he touched his wand to the map.

The dots all started appearing, and down in the dungeons he found his boyfriend. He was not alone though, he was with someone else, he was with someone that he would not have expected, and they were rather close to each other. He needed to go see what they were doing.

Harry ran down to the dungeons, trying to find the room that they were in. He was looking at the map; they should be right about…here! Harry walked up to the room and tried to door knob, finding it unlocked.

He opened the door slowly, when he walked in he saw what he thought that he would, he was pissed.

"Blaise, what the fuck are you doing with her?" Harry yelled.

"Harry! You aren't supposed to be here," the girl said.

"You aren't either; he's mine, not yours."

"If he's yours than why are you not the one snogging his brains out," the girl replied huffily, putting her hands on her hips.

"I would be, if you wouldn't steal him from me," Harry yelled back with hurt in his voice.

"Harry, you know that I had feelings for you, but you broke my heart, now I'm doing the same to you. He's mine now."

Harry got an evil glare in his eyes as he looked at the two people in front of him, one up until now was his boyfriend, the other, well, he knew that she had liked him, but was it really his fault that he had no interest in girls.

"Fine, you know what Blaise, if you can find someone else, so can I," Harry said as he glared at Blaise and Ginny. Blaise still unknowingly had his hands up Ginny's shirt.

"Harry, wa—" Blaise tried to yell, but Harry was already out the door.

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Hermione had been waiting for well over ten minutes now, and Draco still hadn't come back. She was getting worried about him.

Finally he came running into the room, with Mimsy at his heels. He knew now what to do, the magic that was on it was not that strong, the only thing it needed was a little bit of elf magic. That's what was on it.

Mimsy came into the room behind her master. Draco was the best master that she had ever had in this family; she was very willing to help with anything he said.

"Mimsy, can you set her free?" Draco asked Mimsy.

"For what reason sir?" Mimsy said hesitantly.

"Because she is uncomfortable, she will stay in the house."

"As long as she stays in the house sir," the elf said, looking in Hermione's direction.

"Of course," Hermione said to the small elf.

"Promise?" the elf asked in a small voice.

"I promise," Hermione said.

"Then it will be done," Mimsy said as she snapped her fingers and the chain dropped off of Hermione's ankle.

Draco pulled Hermione up into his arms and kissed her.

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They came upon Ron's cell; Draco had used the map to get there, and now knew a little bit better how to.

"Stay out here until I tell you to," Draco told Hermione as he opened the door.

"Ok," she said, giving him a soft kiss.

Draco walked into the cell to see how the weasel was doing.

He was still bloodied, as he hadn't had a shower in a week or so. He was still chained up, and he looked like shit.

"Weasel," Draco started. "Hey, you, wake up," Draco yelled.

Ron slowly stirred. He couldn't talk well, he was parched. He hadn't had anything to drink in days and he was going to die soon if he didn't get anything.

"What do you want?" Ron asked hoarsely.

"Well, I was here to give you another punch from your former girlfriend, but I think I'm going to get you something to eat and drink first."

"Why?"

"Because then you will be in better strength. I don't like hitting a man while he's down."

"Asshole."

"Would you rather die?" Draco asked menacingly.

Ron just put his head down; he didn't want to admit that he would accept hospitality from a Malfoy, Draco Malfoy of all people.

Draco just made his way back out of the room and walked back up to Hermione.

"We have to do this later," he said to Hermione.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because if you walk in there right now then you are going to feel sorry for him, and I don't want you to feel sorry for him."

"Okay," she said sadly.

Draco grabbed her hand and together they walked up the stairs, and out of the portrait. They stepped out into Lucius' office, and Draco whistled for Mimsy. Who showed up almost immediately.

"Mimsy, Mr. Weasley needs food and water, make sure that he eats, and that he gets a shower."

"Yes sir," Mimsy said walking down to the dungeons.

Then Draco turned to Hermione. "So, do you want the grand tour of the house."

"I would rather see your bedroom," she said huskily.

"Well Miss Granger that is this way," he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her down the left corridor.

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When they walked into the room, Hermione looked around in amazement; it was much bigger than she could ever have expected it to be. There was a very high ceiling, almost like one in a church. There was a huge four-poster bed in one corner with a dark green downy comforter. There was also a wardrobe and a dresser. The desk was sitting next to the open window. The window provided the only light in the room, for the candles were unlit. Hermione could see that there was also a large bathroom off of his room through a door.

Draco looked down at Hermione who was still looking around his room in awe. He was happy that it impressed her.

He cleared his throat and Hermione snapped out of her daze, she looked up at Draco and smiled. Then she walked over to his bed and flopped herself down onto the end of it.

"You were right," she said, laughing.

Draco walked over next to her and looked down at her beautiful form.

"About what?" He asked.

"Your bed is comfortable," she smiled, grabbing his arm and pulling him down onto the bed.

"I'm glad you think so, because its bed time," Draco said as he got up and crawled to the top of his bed, burying himself under his covers. "Join me?" he asked Hermione as she was still lying at the end of the bed. He would be thinking about sex at the moment, but he didn't think that Hermione would want that after the horrible week that she had been through.

Hermione giggled as she also crawled up to the top, Draco pulled up the covers for her to slide under, and then draped them back over her. He then grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to him so that he could bury his face in her hair.

"I'm tired," Hermione heard Draco say softly.

"Me too," she said as she noticed how she hadn't slept in a while. "I love you," she said softly as she curled up into his body.

The only answer that she got from Draco was the steady rhythmic breathing on the back of her neck.

He was asleep.

Hermione snuggled him in closer to her under the green comforter and fell asleep in his arms.

A/N: I hope you all didn't mind the fluffiness factor of this chapter. I know that you all wanted them to have sex but I'm sorry, would you really want to have sex after being raped for a week. NO!

Also, Hermione got out! But what's going to happen now? Will she leave the house? Will she stay? Will she make it back to Hogwarts and fight with Harry against Voldemort or will she be turned Death Eater still and fight against Harry?

AND WHEN WILL THEY HAVE SEX?

Oh, tomorrow I am posting a one-shot that I wrote. I wanted it to be angst but it turned out sort of good in the end. But there are character deaths, as it starts with a funeral. It's based off a song by Rascal Flatts called 'When the sand runs out.'

Please R&R on this and that!

I love you all!

Brittany