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Summary: Harry Potter is naturally good at everything, bloody hot, and in a rivalry against Draco Malfoy for the "appointment" of Hogwarts sex god. Harry decides to start a little business to help him with his race. He already has sex with tons of people, why not make it more public? What happens when Harry finds someone who manages to woo his heart, and not just his body? Will he be able to cut down to being with just one person?

Warning: CONTAINS HIGH SEXUAL CONTENT-YOU ARE WARNED. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT KIND OF THING. SOME LANGUAGE BUT NOT TOO MUCH. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY STORY TELL ME AND NOT FANFICTION, THANKS MUCH! Please review!

A/N: Is the beginning of this chapter too serious to go with the rest? I thought that maybe the story just needed a little something more… let me know what you think. Please review!

Harry awoke to an owl tapping on his window in the middle of the night.

Potter,

Meet me in the Room of Requirement—ten minutes. Don't be late.

-Malfoy.

Bugger. I suppose I ought to go… Harry quickly changed into his robes, grabbed his wand and invisibility cloak, and headed to the Room of Requirement.

I need a private place to meet with Malfoy. I need a private place to meet with Malfoy. I need a private place to meet with Malfoy. Harry repeatedly muttered until a door appeared—he quickly entered and took off his invisibility cloak.

"Potter. Thanks for coming."

"Malfoy," Harry replied in greeting. "What was so godly important that you had to meet with me in the middle of the night about?"

As Harry studied Malfoy he noticed his more haggard appearance, black circles below his eyes, and that his normally perfect hair was knocked slightly out of place. Malfoy seemed to realize he was under some scrutiny, so quickly answered, "Potter—surely you remember that… that night?"

He continued, taking Harry's silence as a yes. "Potter, I got found out," Draco spat out.

Harry then realized Draco's blemished appearance came from many sleepless nights full of stress. "How? Who told?"

"Goyle… they told him they might lessen his sentence if he told… if he 'outed' the rest of us."

Harry nodded in silence; he had suspected Goyle of joining Voldemort as well. "Why are you telling me this, Malfoy? What do I have to do with anything?"

"I—I never killed anyone. I never raped anyone else… no one besides you, Harry. I've pledged that I no longer want any ties with Voldemort, and no ties of ever being with him—something Dumbledore offered the younger of us. They can't do anything to me unless you press charges. Potter—I need you to appear in court for me."

"An innocent death eater, eh Malfoy?" Harry scoffed.

"Potter, don't be a goddamn ass! I'm telling you something I've never told anyone else in my life. I don't talk about this shit. No, I'm not innocent—I saw many deaths, I saw many rapes, and I didn't stop them. I am by no means innocent, I'm just… I need you to give me another chance."

"Ginny thinks you're innocent," Harry said, staring into Draco's eyes.

"Ginny—Ginny is something else. She's too pure… I can't explain it, Potter. She's—this isn't something I can talk to her about."

"Huh, oddly enough she told me you practically bared your soul to her…" Harry laughed at the expression on Malfoy's face. He never thought there would be a day where he'd see him not only imperfect—but embarrassed and blushing!

"Errr… never mind about that," Draco muttered. "Potter—look, I'm sorry about that day, okay? There was nothing I could do: if I didn't rape you they said they would kill me."

Harry looked at his hands, seeing the logic in it—his story made sense. But did he want to testify for him in court? How did he know he wasn't lying?

"Potter—you weren't a virgin or something, were you?"

Harry looked at him levelly, "No."

Draco just nodded, "Good… good."

"Malfoy, I'll testify for you on two conditions: One, you do anything, anything to hurt Ginny and you'll wish that you picked death by Voldemort that day. That would have been a slap on the wrist compared to what I'll do to you. Two, you level with me on everything, Malfoy. Everything. Understood?"

"L-level with you? On what?" Malfoy said coolly—but Harry didn't miss the slight stutter in the beginning.

"You never raped anyone else, Malfoy?"

"I told you, no."

"You're lying."

"Bullshit, I am not!"

"You didn't look into my eyes. Look into my eyes and tell me you've never raped anyone else," Harry commanded.

Malfoy gulped and looked into Harry's eyes, "I can't."

"What?" Harry asked, he had believed Malfoy and was only testing him to learn to tell when he was lying.

"I can't do that, Harry."

"But—well, I, I mean… who," Harry stuttered.

"You believed me, didn't you? You were going to testify, and now I ruined it… bloody fucking…. I love her, Harry. I can't go to Azkaban; I'd never get out! She… she said she wouldn't press charges. No one else knows about this, Harry."

"You fucking raped Ginny? You god damn bastard, when I'm done with you you're going to wish that you went to Azkaban!" Harry screamed, outraged, while whipping out his wand.

"NO! No fucking way! Potter—put your wand away, I'll explain everything. I swear to Merlin."

"I'm listening," Harry said, still holding his wand out towards Draco.

Draco looked up at Harry, and in a small, almost childlike voice he said, "Do you promise not to tell anyone else?"

"It depends what you say to me."

"Please, Potter," he asked, silently pleading with his eyes.

"Yeah, fine."

Draco grinned, but then turned solemn, realizing that he still had to tell Harry his tale.

"Well… my father didn't think I was hard enough on you; he said I showed you mercy, and he was ashamed. Said I wasn't a real death eater, which, of course, was the truth. My heart was never in it. But then he said he wanted someone else, he thought maybe I could be harder on a girl… When you were fighting off the death eaters, did you notice my father and I weren't there?"

"Yes. I assumed you were with Voldemort."

He sighed, "No… You know how Granger was kidnapped?"

"Yes," Harry said testily, getting the sinking feeling he knew what Draco was going to say.

"Were you the one who found her?"

"No… Mrs. Weasley…"

"My father kidnapped her, tied her down, and…" Draco paused, putting his head in his hands to disguise the fact he was crying. He'd never told anyone this story before. He gulped, "ripped off her clothes. I don't think I have to say anymore."

Harry sat there, dumbstruck. All he had was a cold, sinking feeling in his gut. Like he had let her down. Before the battle he had promised Hermione that he would always protect her and take care of her—but he wasn't there when she needed him the most. How could she never tell him? He could have helped! He could have killed him!

"Potter—say something," Draco managed to choke out between body wrenching sobs.

"So you did it, huh?"

"Yes. I… I regret it every day."

"Good, you fucking bastard. You deserve to go to Azkaban for what you've done!" Harry yelled, getting up and heading to the door.

"Potter, please."

"Malfoy, when it was just me, I was willing to testify for you. But this changes everything… Hermione… she's my best friend."

"I know. I understand that. Please, just… think about it. Let me know as soon as you decide. I'll be staying here tonight… I can't very well go back to my common room like this. The hearing is on Thursday… two days from now."

"Sure… yeah, I'll think about it," Harry muttered absentmindedly and slowly walked out of the room, as if in a trance. He arrived back at the common room and found Hermione curled up on the couch in front of the fire.

"Hermione?" he asked. He now saw her differently than just his bookworm best friend, and it broke his heart.

"Oh… Harry. I was just doing some reading, I must have dozed off. What are you doing up?"

Wordlessly, Harry walked over to the couch and lay down by Hermione, hugging her. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I promised I'd protect you and I let you down when you needed me the most! I'm so sorry!" Harry sobbed into her chest. He was crying not only for letting her down, but also for himself, and Draco.

"Honestly, Harry, you haven't done anything! What are you talking about?" Hermione asked while patting his back comfortingly.

Harry looked up, tears still streaming from his eyes. "I talked to Malfoy, and I know."

"Y—you know what?" Hermione asked. "Nothing happened with Malfoy."

"During the war, Hermione, he told me everything. You don't have to pretend anymore, you can talk to me."

"No… Harry, there's nothing to know about the war. Nothing happened."

"Hermione, I know he raped you. And it's okay. It wasn't your fault. You don't have to be ashamed."

"Oh… Oh Harry!" Hermione sobbed. "I never wanted anyone to know, least of all you!"

"Why didn't you want me to know? I could have helped you!"

"No, no Harry. You don't understand. You don't know what it feels like to be violated like that. And to have no control over it. I'm sorry… I—I didn't want you to think I was weak. You… you mean so much to me, and I wouldn't want you to look down on me!"

"Hermione! No! I would never think you were weak because of that; it's not your fault. It's Malfoy's bastard of a father! And you're not weak, you're so strong. You're one of the best witches I know!"

"But Harry, you just don't understand… I still think about it, and I'm haunted!"

"I do understand, Hermione."

"No! No you don't! You can't understand unless it happened to you, too!" Hermione sobbed.

"I… it…" Harry sighed. He had always had a very hard time admitting to his weaknesses, and this was no exception. "I was raped."

"What?" Hermione gasped, looking at Harry to see if he was serious or not.

"By Malfoy. During the war… No one else knows… "

"Oh, Harry! I'm so sorry! Is that why you never like to talk about the war?" Hermione asked.

"One of the many reasons. This… I… there are just some things I don't want everyone to know about me. This is one of them, I guess. But I suppose this can't be helped; I'm going to testify for Malfoy." Harry had made up his mind; while talking to Hermione, he realized how much Malfoy had risked by telling him everything. He really had risked his life by being truthful to him, and figured that if Malfoy was willing to put that trust in him, he couldn't very well let him down.

"What? What do you mean? I thought you said no one knows!"

"Goyle does… he was told by the Ministry that if he 'outed' others, his sentence would be lessened, which was, of course, bull shit. But the fucker was too much of a dumb ass to realize that." Harry continued on for some time in this fashion, swearing heavily. "Fuck Malfoy. Fuck Malfoy's fucking dumb assed father. Fuck the war…"

"Harry?" Hermione asked in a small voice. "Are you okay?"

"Am I fucking okay? Are you god damn out of your mind, you stupid bitch? One of my deepest secrets is fucking going to be revealed to the world and you ask me if I'm fucking okay? Hell no, I'm not fucking okay. I'm risking my god damn reputation for some fucked up idiot… my fucking enemy! So no, Hermione, I'm not fucking okay!"

Hermione's eyes quietly filled with tears. Often when talking about the war, Harry went on rampages such as these; swearing, yelling, sometimes crying or depression. Which was, of course, to be expected, but she never really got used to it.

Harry looked up at Hermione, and saw her crying. "Oh shit, fuck! I'm sorry, 'Mione! I—I'm just frustrated! I can't believe I'm doing this for someone I don't like, and yet I can't justify not doing it! I'm so fucking sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! Please, I'm so sorry!"

"I… Harry, it's okay, I understand."

"Thank you, I love you!" Harry grinned at her.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat when he said 'love'. But he didn't mean it like that, silly! He's under a lot of pressure right now. And besides, he would never feel that way about you. Just forget it!

"I think I'm going to go find Malfoy now, he said to tell him the second I decided… will you be okay?"

"Yes, of course," she paused. "And Harry, thank you for talking to me. If you ever need to talk about anything else, I'll always be here for you, okay?"

"Thanks," he replied gratefully. "And I'm here if you ever need to talk about anything, too." He got up to leave, but on second thought he grinned and said. "Even girl talk, Hermione. I know you probably don't believe it, but I do give great advice!"

Harry turned and left. After waking up the very, very angry Fat Lady, Harry clambered out of the portrait and went to find Malfoy.

A/N: Please review, even if it's short. Hope you enjoyed it. Much love to all of my reviewers!