Summary: Hermione's been abused by her father since she can remember, and sees no way out other than suicide. But what happens when a boy moves in next door? Can she escape the pain she's felt for sixteen years? Will someone at last love her?
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be writting a fanfiction. I would also be making more than 7 years at Hogwarts.
Chapter 1. Meet the Neighbor Boy
"GET DOWN HERE, GIRL!" Hermione's father yelled up the stairs. He wasn't much of a father. And her mother-well, her mother was in her bedroom, sleeping off the drugs.
"Coming." The thin, sixteen year old replied in a barely audible voice.
She was greeted at the end of the stairs by a hard blow to the back of her head. She got a little dizzy, but she was used to this, and just waited for the next
blow. She could tell that her head was bleeding, because her hair all of a sudden felt damp. She knew it was her own blood, and not her fathers. At this time, her
3 year old brother came in from the kitchen, and just walked away, as if this were normal. Actually, it was normal for Hermione and Jared Granger to feel pain. Though
Jared hadn't felt near as much pain, he was hurt inside because of seeing his sister constantly being beat up. The other kids at Hogwarts didn't feel pain like this either.
The only person Hermione could think of that might have felt as much pain and hurt was Harry Potter, and orphan, grown up in a muggle home. He had been abused
emotionally and mentally, because the Dursleys had always treated him like he was trash.
"GET THOSE DAMN DISHES DONE, AND GET ME MY DINNER!" He screamed. He didn't seem to notice Jared, who was standing behind Hermione, until he looked from behind her. "And get the boy something to eat, too."
Hermione was making spaghetti when she saw an orange moving truck pull into the house on the right of theirs. She finished dinner, handed Jared a sandwitch, took the large plate of spaghetti to her father, told Jared to go upstairs, and walked out the front door in a matter of 5 minutes. And that was when she saw him.
Malfoys POV
"Welcome to your new home, Draco." A thin blonde woman, his mother, said, giving her son a pat on the back.
"Yes, Narcissa. Our new home." his father said.
"Oh Lucius! I love you!" The woman screeched. She walked up to the man, who had long platinum blonde hair like his son's, and gave him a passionate kiss. That was when Draco
noticed the tall, thin, brown haired girl standing on the front porch of the house next to theirs. He studied her, and looked her up and down. She was fairly attractive. But she had a look
of longing on her face. He walked over to her.
"Hi. My name's Draco. What's yours?" He asked her, offering his hand.
She shook his hand. "Hermione."
"That's a nice name. Are your parents here? My parents wanted to meet the neighbors." He answered.
"Uhhhh, my dads eating dinner, and my mum's sleeping. My brother is upstairs." she replied.
"Oh. Maybe later, then?"
"Sure. I gotta go." She said quickly, hearing her father's booming voice. Draco obviously heard to.
"Are you in trouble? Your dad's yelling at you." He said, a confused look on his face.
"Uh, no. He just wants me to take his plate into the kitchen, is all." Hermione said.
"Okay. See you later, Hermione." He replied.
"Yeah."