"Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you, you little bastered!?" I was tired of his abuse, his words, and his wants. I wanted out. I wanted to be free, but that's never gonna happen. "Look you little bitch I can do what ever I want to you. NOW SUCK!" Harry roared at me. I had no choice, so I sucked his fat dick. Then I bit it. Hard. "Hey, WTF was that for. Get out, I'm tired of you!" He threw me out of his house. I naked, cold, wet, bloody, and miserable. I walked to the back of the house and found my emergency suitcase packed and ready, so I got dressed and set off on a journey to who knows where. "Granger?" Oh shit I just walked into Malfoy's company. What led me here? "Hello." I limped inside. I collapsed, hurt and broken, on the nearest couch. "What are you doing here? What happened to you? Where's Harry?" He asked. "The little perverted bastered is at his hell hole. Likley owning a sex slave. He abused me, that's why I'm all bloody. And I don't know why I'm here." I sniffled. He looked at me with these sad eyes and then, surprisingly, sat down beside my and hugged me. It was a warm, plasent, strong hug. "Don't worry, it's gonna be okay. You can stay with me if you want." He stared at my back. Blood pooling down from the gashes she Harry whipped me. He looked pained and angry when he faced me. "Okay, I'll stay with you. Will you help me?" I asked. "With what?" "Harry, he should be in jail. But nobody listens to wives. Or woman." "Agreed." And that's how I got where I am now. Draco's mansion.