Title: You're Worthless, Hermione Granger.
Author: Natasha Brown
Rating: M / NC-17
Summary: The summer before her seventh year changes Hermione Granger forever.
Disclaimer: All the characters and the idea of Harry Potter © is under the ownership of J.K. Rowling.
Prolouge
Hermione Granger sat at her vanity, staring at her reflection. She took in her brown, curly not bushy hair. She scanned over her freckled, pale skin. Her eyes glided over her perfectly sloped nose, high, defined cheek bones and full, pink lips. She looked deep into her own, shining, brown eyes. Yet she saw nothing but a waste of a human.
"You are so ugly, Hermione Granger. You're worth absolutely nothing."
A single tear rolled down her cheek as she repeated the words she heard so often from her father. She wiped it away quickly, knowing at any moment he could barge into her small bedroom and punish her for being weak. She told herself to be strong; in two weeks she'd be back on the train for Hogwarts, heading towards her seventh and final year. After she'd graduate, she could run far away from her abusive, drunkard father. She couldn't wait.
She panicked as she heard heavy footsteps in the hall near her door and jumped into her small bed, pretending to sleep. The door slammed open on its hinges and her father's large frame stepped into the room.
"Wake up you piece of shit. I said get up!"
Hermione sat up, pretending to wake up after a long sleep, which only got her a slap across the face. As she cupped her cheek with her hand, she looked at her father, scared. He hit her again.
"What did I tell you about looking at me in the eyes!?"
"Not to…not to look at you in the eyes, sir."
He leaned down and shoved his face close to hers, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her violently, his grip tight enough to leave bruises. He pushed her back onto the bed hard as she tried to hold in the tears building up. She rubbed her shoulder when he turned his back to her.
"It's your fucking fault she left. Your mother left because you are a bloody piece of shit. I should do myself a favor and throw you out onto the streets."
"Sir, if that's the way you feel…"
"Did I tell you to speak, you bitch?!"
"No. No sir."
"Then shut up!"
He had a hold of her shoulders again and he spit in her face. She knew fighting was useless, so she just let his beat on her some more. After he seemed satisfied, he left the room, slamming the door behind him. She curled up in a ball, her knees hugged close to her body, hoping sleep would come soon so she could forget the pain.
"You're worthless, Hermione Granger."