Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Harry Potter universe. This is JK Rowling's world which I will return to it pre manipulation state after I have finished with it.

An Hermione Drabble. Wrote this at 11pm, while watching Harry Potter. An angry Hermione, how scary! This story is rated teen (R) because of the naughty swear words. Oops ;)

HGHGHGHGHG

She was pissed off. Fucking Ronald bloody Weasley! Once again he flaunted what she didn't have, once again he rubbed her face in something she didn't give a shit about. Fuck him she thought, she didn't need to show off to every one to make herself big. She'd grown out of that annoying faze after the 5th year. She Hermione Jean Granger, did not give one shit about her family, not any more, not after what her father had done.

See life was not all rosy as every one thought. Perfect family, perfect life. But what you see in public and what it is in reality can be two different things. Two very different things. Her father had changed, after she started Hogwarts he began to act differently. It started small with him beginning to snap about small things, like her school books being everywhere. Then it was her choices in friends. Then it was about how she spent most of her holidays at the Burrow or at Grimauld Place. He hated her and didn't she know it! By the time her third year had rolled over and gone, he began to hit and kick her. Nowhere people could see. Just places like her upper legs and her back. Bastard. Worse than her beatings he had started on one of her oldest muggle friends. Just because she wore grunge and gothic clothing. Hell he didn't just start on her he broke her fucking leg.

And now Ronald bloody Weasley was flaunting his perfect family life and his seemingly perfect girlfriend. A father that would never think of hitting someone hard enough to mark. A father that would never hurt one of his children's friends. A family that loved and protected each other.

Bastard!