Chapter 4:

A/N its been awhile since I updated but its worth the wait because this is a good chapter! Hope you enjoy it and please PLEASE review when you're done, thank you so much x x

By the way, this chapter has a fair bit more adult themes, as will the story from now on. If you don't like violence or sexual content, this probably isn't for you

Hurt And Love

Scary Secrets

The door banged open. The thin figure stopped pacing and sank into a large regal armchair.

"You have him?" the voice was strangely high.

"Aye we do" A tall thuggish man came and knelt in front of the sitting man. He then looked up to see the bone white face, and slit red eyes.

"Then bring him in now" Voldemort commanded.

Two similar built men came through the door, dragging with them a struggling boy, barely an adult. He had pale blonde hair messed up over his face, and already sported several bruises from his captors. He was pushed violently to the floor in front of Voldemort, and was forced to his knees, shaking in anger and fear.

"I am not pleased with you, young Malfoy"

"Why the hell would I care?" the youngest Malfoy spat. From nowhere a fist flew at him from the right, catching his cheekbone.

"Do not touch him! For now." The dark lord eyed Draco Malfoy. Draco looked up defiantly, but Voldemort merely sneered.

"Bring him closer to me" he ordered, and the two thugs grabbed his arms and pulled him up close to the chair. Voldemort extended his wand. The end was oddly sharp, and when he pressed it against Draco's jaw it pierced the skin and blood spilled to the floor.

"I do NOT tolerate disobedience. Your behavior has been quite definitely disobedient. So you will be punished. And that is how it will stay until you submit"

"I'll just have to die then" growled Draco, his eyes filled with hatred and malice.

Voldemort considered the boy in front of him." It is a pity you grew away from your father's ways. Had you stayed true to your family beliefs, you would not be in this position. Put him down." He directed he last part to his two henchmen, who dropped Draco and backed away several feet.

"Now you will begin to learn. CRUCIO"

After making sure her friends were definitely gone, Hermione bounded up the stairs, slowing only when she reached the top floor, where she breathlessly knocked on Malfoy's door

"Draco…they're gone...it's me…" she peered around the doorframe. He was asleep. Oh well, I might as well wake him up, who knows how much time we have? She walked into the room over to his bed.

There she noticed something she hadn't seen at the door. Draco was tossing and turning, ripping at the sheets, and writhing as if in agony. His face was scrunched up in an expression of severe pain. Hermione's jaw dropped. Is he having a dream, like the nightmares he said he had? He never said what they were about…or what if something really is wrong? Maybe he's under a curse? Oh god I had better wake him.

"Draco? D-Draco, wake up" she squeaked. She came over to him and, deciding it was the only way to snap him out of it, seized him by the shoulders and shook him vigorously.

This worked perfectly. He woke with a yell, and with unseeing eyes punched her hard in the stomach, then grabbed Hermione's face and shoved her aggressively backwards. It took her by surprise and with a small scream she flew back, hit the wall with a great thump and slid to the ground. Her breath was knocked from her and for the first time, she was frightened out of her wits of Draco Malfoy.

Draco was lying back, panting and shivering. Sweat made trails down his chest and back under a black t-shirt. Slowly he came back to reality and looked around him. The he saw Hermione, with who he was madly in love with, crying and cowering away from him in a corner. He then remembered waking from his horrible dream, seeing someone bearing over him, and having not completely come out of the scene in his nightmare he had shoved the person away as brutally as possible, believing it to be a death eater.

"Oh Hermione. I-" he got up and moved towards her to help.

"DON'T TOUCH ME" she screamed hysterically. No-one had ever been so rough with her.

"I'm sorry! I know it doesn't help but I am!" he cried. The look of raw terror in her eyes was horrible, more painful than anything. He just didn't know what he could do to make things right I attacked her! She won't ever come near me again!

Even as he said this Hermione was thinking rationally again. When he had attacked her, he hadn't seemed right. Perhaps it wasn't him being himself, but what then? Is he mad? These were hardly comforting thoughts, her heart threatened to jump out of her chest.

"What's wrong with you?" she demanded desperately

He moved forward, but still she shrank back. So he backed off, not wanting to frighten her more, and sat on the bed.

"When I woke up, I'd been having, well, a bad dream. I thought, and I don't know why, but I thought you were a death eater that had found me, and was taking me back…back to him" Draco shivered involuntarily at his thoughts, then turned his attention back to Hermione.

"I know it doesn't make what I did any better, but I was blinded, I didn't know it was you! Please let me help you" he tried moving toward her again. She watched him cautiously as he approached, but did not back away. She could not speak, but instead just stared up at him.

Draco came and sat down next to her. She flinched as he touched her, but relaxed when she felt hands gentler than she ever could have thought stroke her face, then take her hands.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked gently. Hermione tried several times to find her voice before she could actually make it work.

"I-" she stared into his loving eyes and all her anxiety drained away. She tried speaking again.

"My…Ohh" she groaned clutching her stomach "it-it hurts-" she cut herself of with a retching sound, and began to throw upon the floor

Draco pulled her onto his lap and lent her forward, holding her hair back patiently as she threw up over and over. After a full 3 minutes it seemed there was nothing left in her stomach to come up. She heaved dryly, and then collapsed back into Draco.

"I am so sorry…"he whispered. What was she going to do now? Hate him forever?

Hermione turned and looked at his face. It was earnest and sad, and she noticed a little scar she had ever seen before, just below his hair line. I made her think about what he had said.

"Bad dreams... I thought you were a death eater that had found me…was taking me back…to him"…of course. He is Voldemort! That means…it must mean the death eaters did this to him…hurt him, killed part of him…I wonder how long he was imprisoned by the dark side before he was rescued and…of course! Taken to one of the safest places for him, the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters…

Hermione was not one of the smartest witches in Britain for nothing. In an instant she worked out why he was here, and why he was so troubled. She understood completely that he didn't want to attack her.

"Oh Draco" she gasped, and began bawling into is chest.

"Its ok, I'm here, I won't hurt you" he scooped her up and carried her over to the bed. He was not exactly sure what she was crying about, but she did seem to forgive him.

Hermione sat on the edge of the bed and picked up a pale scarred hand.

"I understand I think... where you were, why you're here, why you have-"she gazed down at the painful scars, and her eyes filled with tears once more.

"Forget that" he said "but will you forgive me?"

"Of course" Hermione flung her arms around his neck, clinging as though for dear life. When she pulled away she was calm again.

Now she was remembering why she came. Now however, she didn't feel lusty and happy to be with him as she had before. Now she felt a deep desperate desire to make Draco feel loved, after all he had been through. He had no-one but her.

Before Draco had even felt her mood change, she pressed up against him, kissing him hard and passionately. After just a moments hesitation he returned her kiss with matching passion as they both fell back onto the bed. Her hands were under his shirt; his hands were down the back of hers. She squeezed her hands under him and pulled his t-shirt up and helped him pull it off. His hands found their way to either side of her tank top, where he lifted it up and over her head. She wriggled on top of him, at the same time shedding her jeans.

Strong arms were lifting Hermione and putting her on the bed beside him

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered to her intently "I shouldn't, I can't"

Hermione silenced him with a finger to his lips.

"Yes I am completely sure. I love you Draco Malfoy" she whispered, pacing a gentle hand on his chest.

"I love you too, Hermione Granger"