A/N: This is my first fanfiction, and i would love it if you reviewed it :)
~ Sam3
Dear Diary, Why is my life so fucked up? Last year at hogwarts, my mum and dad have practicly disowned me, told me that they will never see me again after this year, that i shouldnt bother coming home for christmas.
Isn't that just great. I'm sitting on the train to hogwarts now. I'm ignoring Ron and Harry. They don't understand anything I tell them. I've given up, on everything. Life in general. It's raining outside, its depressing and Malfoy has already pissed me off, telling me that i'm a "Filthy Mudblood" , when we've only been on the train for one hour.
Could life get any fucking better? Didn't think so. Anyway, i'll write to you later. Hermione.
Hermione shut her diary and looked outside the window. It was raining and there was a storm approaching. How she would love to be in somoenes arms right now,
someone that wanted her. Somoene that cared for her. But that was no one she thought. Ron and Harry haven't even asked her whats wrong. She didn't sit with them to begin with today.
They didn't care. Nobody cared. She just wanted to die, but after she finishes school. She's hoping she'll become the head of Gryffindor. To get her mind at ease for a while. Until some selfish idiot comes and stuffs everything up for her.
"Any thing for you sweety?" The lady who had a trolley full of chocolate, and sweets came past her. "No thankyou." Hermione smiled sweetly. She was trying to watch her weight aswell, being told your fat and ugly over the summer didn't help her at all.
Two hours went past and she was still sitting by her self, Ron and Harry haven't come and found her. They are probably stuffing theirselves with chocolate.
"Granger, there you are!" The hiss of the boy she hates most was ringing in her ears. Malfoy.
"What the bloody hell do you want, Malfoy?" She asked, not making eye contact with him. "Stop with the attitude, Granger." He replied, sitting on the seat next to her.
She looked at him from the window, still a ferret.
"So what the hell do you want?" She was getting angry now, all she wanted was to be alone, not being annoyed by some blonde hair git. "Nothing, i just came to say that you should get ready, we are arriving soon." He told her. "That's nice Malfoy. Now bugger off." She said, staring out her window. "Respect me you filthy mudblood!" He said well exiting her carriage.
Oh how that git always set Hermione off the edge. But he was right, they were arriving at Hogwarts in 5 minutes. She put on her cloak, and they arrived.
"Finally." She mumbled under her breath as she got off the train.
"HERMIONE!" She heard a scream of her name, she turned around and saw a red headed boy run towards her. It was Ron.
"Hey," She simply said, not interested in talking to him. "What's wrong 'Mione?" Harry asked, walking up behind Ron.
"Nothing." She said, walking towards the castle.
She was so happy she was home.
She made her way to the Great Hall, and sat next to Ginny.
"Hermione! How was your summer?" Ginny asked , excited. "Yeah, it was great." Hermione lied. "That's good, i think you'll become the head girl!" She told me, I smiled and looked towards the front where Dumbledor was making his announcement.
"The head boy is..Draco Malfoy from Slytherin!" All of Slytherin clapped in excitement. "And the head girl is..Hermione Granger!" Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryfindor were all cheering.
Hermione got up and walked to the front, as did Draco. She was excited. But sharing a room with Draco for a year? One of us is going to end up dead.
"Congratulations you two!, this is the password for your room, which you will both be sharing, if you like it or not!" Dumbledor told them. "You want me to share a room, with a mudblood? You can't be serious prefessor!" Draco commented. "You will have seperate bedrooms, share a kitchen, lounge room and bathroom, now go find your way up there and get ready! You have duties at 9pm." Dumbledore told them.
Hermione and Malfoy kept in great distance of eachother walking up to their room. They ended up at the door.
"Password please!" The painting said to Draco.
"Together" Draco whispered, and the door opened.
He ran straight through, as Hermione said "Thankyou" To the painting.
We walked inside the room, there were gryfindor and slytherin colours everywhere. Hermione's room was all Gryfindor colours, she through her trunk on her bed, and started unpacking.
Draco's room was all Slytherin colours, and he loved it! He started to unpack his things when he realised, he needed to set down the rules with Granger.
"GRANGER COME OUT HERE!" He shouted from the loungeroom. "What is it Malfoy?" She calmly said, walking over to him. "I have a few rules." "Wh-" He didn't let her contine, but he continued him self.
"No talking to me, no crying, no showing your ugly face more then 10 cm from me. You must wear clothes all the time, I don't want to see your disgusting body - " Hermione let a tear run down her cheek. Being called ugly and fat in a sentence was enough. "I SAID NO CRYING GRANGER!" He shouted.
Hermione ran into her room. Pulled out a razor. She's had enough of this, and it's only 8pm. She's been here for 12 hours and she's already had enough! She had no friends.
She had to share a room with the preson she envies most.
"Your body is disgusting!" She kept on hearing his voice run through her head. She sliced her wrist. "You're ugly!" Cut her wrist again. The pain wasn't enough though, she needed more. She needed to be satisfied. She cut herself again, with more power. More strength. Deeper. She felt the trickle of blood run down her arm. She quietly sobbed. Well holding her arm. And not have eaten in 2 days wasn't helping. She was getting dizzy. Looking at the time, it was 8.45pm. She had to go in 9pm for patrolling the halls. But she blacked out. Falling in her own blood.
Draco bashed on the door. "Granger we have to go patrolling now, hurry up!" There was no response. "Granger hurry the fuck up!" Still no response.
"Coming." She quietly said. Waking up.
She quickly through a towel over the blood stain, and through on a longsleave, trying not to make her scars, visible. Not like Draco would care.
"Took your time Granger!" Draco said, looking at her tear stained cheeks. He couldn't care less. Looking down at her legs, which were skinnier then ever, that her jeans were falling off. Glancing back up at her long sleave top which was too big for her aswell. Looking at her hands, they were full of blood.
"Granger, your bleeding.." He said.
"Oh, um, yeah." Hermione said, not knowing what to say. "So lets go patrol"
A/N: Okay i'm sorry this chapter was realllllly bad, but I promise the next chapters will have more interesting stuff happen :) .