A/N: Thanks for the reviews :)
Alright, I'm not really sure what I'm doing with this story much. It's just kind of a make it up as I go along thing. I think I've got an idea, but it needs some tweaks so bear with me. What to rant about… Hmm… POTTERMORE! I want innnnnn! WAAAAAAAAAAAA! Sniffle. Hmm… Bwhahaha, I love making awkward nicknames for people it's so amusing. Drums fingers on chin… I think that's all my rambles and rants for today. NO! WAIT! My math teacher looks a lot like Quirrel from A very potter musical :3

Hermione's P.O.V:

After we kissed, we just stared at each other for a while. I'm not really sure how long. Once we were able to stop staring at each other, we sat down facing each other in an awkward silence, staring at the shrieking shack.

"What do you think it's like being a werewolf?" Draco asked suddenly and I couldn't come up with an answer at first.

"Well," I looked at him, "I suppose it'd be like having to pretend you weren't something like that, being treated horribly by people who don't accept you. Maybe even getting harassed about it, tortured and probably once a month being in horrible pain, unable to control yourself, and coming to terms with yourself being a monster."

He was silent for a while longer, "That sounds horrible…" I nodded in agreement and he sighed.

"Why the sigh?" I asked him quietly and he just shrugged, "Come on, what's wrong?"

He looked up and gave me an adorable half smile, "How much time do you have?"

"Much," I told him confidently, "Where would you like to start?"

His eyes widened and he stammered, "I-I wasn't se-serious, Herm-mione!"

"It's alright, Draco. Whatever you tell me here won't leave."

He eyes me suspiciously, "You won't even tell Weasel, Scarhead, or Weaselette?"

"No. I won't," He still looked suspicious so I made a stupid decision, "What if we make an Unbreakable Vow? Then will you trust me?"

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, obviously going to say something and then thinking better of it before vigorously shaking his head, "I can't ask you to do that."

"Then just trust me."

His hands went to his head and he groaned loudly while falling dramatically onto his back, "Fine! But when I tell you, you probably won't even believe it," His voice sounded pained and nervous when he was talking, "I hate that I trust you." He sat up and looked me in the eye, "My father is a horrible and violent bastard. He treats me terribly and I don't how much more I can take."

I burst out laughing, "You're kidding right, Malfoy? Aren't you a spoiled brat?"

Draco's face hardened, "I'm not kidding. He does anything he needs to so I'll keep quiet."

My face fell when I realized he was serious, "Quiet about what?"

"You're the brightest witch of our age, aren't you, Granger? You figure it out," He crossed his arms and looked at the ground.

His father hurt him? I just couldn't process that, "You've got to be kidding. That doesn't make sense."

"Most things don't, but that doesn't mean they aren't true," He sounded horribly bitter.

"He hurts you? I mean, really hurts you? Like he abuses you?"

He looked furious, "God damn it, Granger! How many times are you going to fucking say it?"

"I'm sorry, really," I bit my lip and stared at him, "How long has it been going on?"

He took a deep breath, "Since our first year. After Pansy told him I was talking to a muggleborn."

"A muggleborn… Draco, do you mean me?" I felt hideously guilty.

"Hermione, it's not your fault. He would've found some reason or other," He was still glaring at the ground and if looks could kill, that grass would be dead.

My eyebrows furrowed together and I stared at his right arm. I suddenly made a grab for it and yanked up his sleeve as he yelped in protest. What I saw made my stomach drop: There were cuts and scars up his forearm in different stages of healing.

"Draco…" I looked up at his face and saw he was close to tears, "You've been doing this to yourself." It was more of a statement than a question.

"It helps…" He muttered, his voice shaking.

"You can't do this to yourself."

"I need to."

"You can find some other way or –"

"Or what?" He snapped and yanked his arm back.

"You need to say something about all of this to someone."

They way he smiled made my skin crawl, "Telling you aren't I?"

"That's not what I mean."

"Who'd believe me? I'm just the son of a fucking Death Eater and a spoiled little prat."

"I believe you," I whispered.

"I just can't say anything! Don't you get that? It'll make it worse when no one believes me!" He closed his eyes, "Besides, he's in Azkaban now. It's not like he can do anything until he gets out. I just have to make sure he has nothing to be mad about when he gets out."

"What is there you could do?"

"Fail them."

"Them? Wait – Are you a Death Eater?" I practically shrieked it at him.

Malfoy abruptly stood up, "I have to go."

I followed his example and stood up in the same manor, "Answer my question!"

He pulled up his other sleeve and thrust his arm in my face, "Does that answer it?" I looked and saw the Dark Mark.

"Merlin… What do you have to do?" I felt sick. I loved a Death Eater. They hated people like me, killed people like me!

"I'm disgusted enough with it, Hermione. I don't want you to be too," He turned around and left me staring there after him.

I don't know how much more I can take. I tried to make any kind of sense out of what he meant, every time I can up with one answer: He wanted to die.

Draco's P.O.V:

It was so hard to tell her and when she laughed in my face it made it so much worse. That was the reaction I'd always expected, but when I actually got it… She knew now what I'd been hiding: Death Eater, cutter, abused. I still couldn't believe I thought I could trust her. I guess love just makes people stupid.

Maybe I should've taken her up on that offer for an Unbreakable Vow. But I needed to stop worrying about it, though. There was no changing that I told her. Well, other than a time turner, but those were all destroyed.

Now, I needed to figure out how I was going to ki – do the task I was given. I'm no murderer; I would most likely fail.

I made a mental list of how I could and this is what I came up with:

1. Go to his office and use the killing curse

2. Poison some wine

3. A cursed necklace

4. Use the Imperious cure on someone else and make them do it

5. Hit him over the head with a large book

I was screwed.

Harry's P.O.V (Earlier):

Ron jerked back and stared at me, "No! We're both guys! This is just weird, Harry!"

I looked down, "I'm sorry."

Ron looked completely freaked out, "Are you gay?"

"I-I think so…" I was going to lose my best friend because I was in love with him. I guess it was expected, but I still had my hopes up that kissing him he would feel the same way.

"Does this make me gay?" When I looked at him, he was the most freaked out I'd ever seen him.

"I don't think so, Ron. I kissed you."

"Good…" He was obviously relived, like being gay was the worst thing in the world. Maybe it was, maybe I was just a freak, "So… How long have you, you know, been like this?"

"I don't know, a while?" And I was hoping it was a faze.

He shifted uncomfortably, "So, you like guys…"

"I guess I do…" There was an awkward silence where we just stared at the ground.

"Well, I don't."

I sighed, "Of course you don't."

"I like girls. Like, Lavender and Hermione."

"They're complete opposites, Ron."

"Oh well, I don't like guys and I'm never going to kiss one again."

It made me upset, but not as upset as I was expecting, "We should, uhm, get going."

"Yeah…"

A/N: A shorter chapter than usual, sorry. Next will be longer I hope. Sorry for the late update, I was gone all weekend and now I'm sick, so it might be a little bit until the next chapter. I can't really write well when I'm sick. xP Hope you don't completely hate this chapter.