A/N: this is astory i came up with this morning, it's just something i thought people might like to read, this first chapter, is (obviously) just setting up for the rest of the story. i hope everyone likes it, and if you got a flame, please...shove it up a cows ass coz im and amatuer that is really self conscious about my writing...anyway for those who like it, shrugz

with love,

Hpobsession.

All mine...

Draco stepped into the filtering light of the early morning and walked over to his bedroom window. He gazed at the lush gardens that surrounded his family's home. He recalled moments of pure bliss, when he was younger, when he would run through them snagging his clothes in the thorns of the rose bushes, laughing merrily and just barely escaping his father's reach. Those were the days, when he was unaware of the fate that was so cruelly bestowed upon him. Then he remembered the dark times, where he would cry himself to sleep in amongst the bushes when his father would torture him and his brother. Draco was the younger of the twins and in appearance the complete opposite to his brother, he had jet-black hair and emerald eyes, and Draco had blond hair and silvery blue eyes, but they were the best of friends.

When Callum would stay and stand up to his father, Draco was told to run and hide…

He was rattled out of his reminiscence by the ominous creaking of his bedroom door. His father stepped over the threshold and walked over to the rather stiff indifferent figure of Draco. He felt a sense of foreboding, creeping through his body. Snaking its way to his core.

He restrained a shudder when he felt his father's hands slither up onto his shoulder.

"Now, now Draco, you shouldn't ignore your father," he said in a husky tenor, "you remember what I told you? Do unto others what others do unto you!" He barked a laugh into his ear, where he left a ringing silence.

"Yes father…" he said through clenched teeth. Draco turned around and saw his father lock the bedroom door, and cast a silencing charm on it. His eyes grew wide at the thought of what was to come. Lucius approached him menacingly, his wand drawn.

"You can't leave, you realise that? Never…" Lucius was barely a foot away from him, Draco smelt a hint of the burgundy liquid that his father had taken earlier and his panic grew. Behind the glassy façade of Draco's eyes he was screaming.

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Hermione awoke with a start, she heard screaming and her ears stung with the shocking sound. She sat up in her bed and looked around her room, the window was open and a light breeze met her sweaty face. Looking at her alarm clock she saw that it was 6:30am, she rubbed her weary eyes and made to go to the bathroom but was stopped in her tracks by a feeling of…pleasure? Her knees gave way and she clutched her belly, the feeling subsiding…releasing…her eyes fluttered open, she hadn't realised they were closed and got shakily up from the foot of her bed. It was strange she had never experienced such a thing in her entire 17 years, it was bliss, the release was intense, but something didn't seem right about it…then, out of nowhere heat flashed in her eyes and tears began to stream down her face, unbearable sadness overwhelmed her and she cried, not knowing why she was in such a state.

After and hour or so of crying, Hermione rose from the floor, slightly dazed and numb from the uncomfortable position she had crumpled into. She was scared, first the screaming, then the pleasure, and then finally the sadness, they came in quick succession and eventually dissipated, leaving her feeling unnaturally empty and scared. The light in her room had gradually amplified and she could see the pool of tears on her rug. Hermione quickly moved to the bathroom and threw up. She wiped the sick away from her mouth and spat out the foul fluid that had made its appearance.

"HERMIONE!" She could hear her mother calling from downstairs, "Can you hear me? Are you awake darling?" Her mother called up the staircase. Hermione flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth.

"YES MUM!" She yelled back and heard her mother retreat from the bottom of the stairs.

Later that morning Hermione was in the family's car and they were driving towards King's cross station, for Hermione's first day as head girl and her final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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"Draco darling, what ever is the matter?" his mother said from across the dining table.

"Nothing, mother…really" he added the last part at the disbelieving look from his mother.

"You don't seem to be yourself, Draco, we're worried about you." He heard his father say from behind the daily prophet, "we want you to be in a good mood fr your final year, you know, wouldn't want you crying all about the place!" He chided, a waring glare sent in Draco's direction.

"No sir, I plan on having a great year" Draco replied looking instead to his mother, putting up his mask and smiling serenely at his mother. She clutched his hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze. Although he was happy to get back to school, his home, he didn't want to leave his mother, she would have to face the full wrath of his father, and this worried him so much that his mask slipped a little and a line of worry creased his brow. Luckily his father had not seen…his mother gave a woeful nod of understanding and turned back to her food.

Also that morning, Draco apparated to Kings cross and boarded the train, his head boy badge shining merrily on his chest, a short time later the train guard blew the whistle and he deposited his trunk in the head compartment. He heard the compartment door slide open and a struggling Hermione entered the room. She was struggling to pull her trunk over the threshold and unaware as to why he did so, draco got up from his seat and gently tapped Hermione on the shoulder.

"May I?" Hr asked looking her in the eye. Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"If you please..." Hermione finally said admitting silently her need to be helped.

"My pleasure…well aren't you being civilised?" He chuckled and then raised his wand, Hermione stepped back cautiously as he levitated her trunk to the rack above her seat.

"Surprising though that may be, I'm rather astounded, you of all people being a gentlemen. And with that they sat in silence until they heard the compartment open once more.

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