"I..." Remus was right. He had to tell him. Everything. He took a deep breath, then another. Finally he looked up and focused on the fire.
"After Malfoy took me away from you, at the ball, I didn't want to go with him. I tried to pull away, but he touched my skin and suddenly he was the only thing I could think about. It was like an obcession, like if I didn't have him I was going to die. He led me out into the hall, and you saw us there." He looked up at Remus guiltily. "You know what happened then." he looked back at the fire, bracing himself for the next part. "He took me to the room of requirement and we were, uh, kissing. And, and touching and things." He blushed scarlet, mortified. "We were on this bed, and then I..." I moaned your name. "I said someone elses name. He got angry, he bit me, held me down. And it was like waking up from a dream. I suddenly knew who I was and who I was with. I, I lost it." He wrapped his arms around his knees, trying to stop trembling as the words tumbled out of him. "I tried to fight him, but I couldn't break out. He immobilized me and, and flipped me over and," He couldn't breathe, he couldn't stop shaking. "It hurt, he forced his way and, and it hurt so badly and I, I turned off. Like when my mother would throw things at me, or scream, I just shut down. After, after he was, done, I heard voices, heard him talking to someone. But I couldn't see who because I was face down on the bed and..." he gasped, rocking forward and biting back a sob. He turned, all terror and primal need, and clung to Remus like a child.