When Dragons Dance Chapter 1: Troubled, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 1- Troubled

Troubled. That's what Hermione was. That was the only way to describe it. When Hermione had gotten home from Hogwarts 4weeks ago her parents had been there for 3 days, then left on a business trip, leaving her under the care of her mum's older brother Paul, her uncle-who was living with them- for the entire summer. He had to move in with them because he had just lost his job. Hermione Jane Granger, known generally as Maya or Mione to her friends, had been miserable the whole summer. The fight she had with her two best friends Ron and Harry still plagued her mind. Of course, Ron and Harry sided together and left Hermione. That alone made her, well……alone. They had been her only correspondents through owl, and she didn't really have any other friends. Oh sure there were a few others at Hogwarts, and there was always Ginny. But she had been afraid to owl Ginny because she just knew that she would side with her brother and her long time crush Harry.

Hermione's misery wasn't helped with her parent departure and was made worse by her uncle Paul, much worse.

Her uncle came home drunk just two days after her parents left. She heard him stumble up the stairs, cursing as he hit something. Hermione got out of bed to help him, but her actions were repaid by a fierce backhand to her left cheek. She fell back into her room and looked a her uncle shocked. He came at her sneering, calling her a bitch, thinking she was better than him, then forcefully restrained her on her bed as preceded to violently rape and abuse her, afterwards leaving and going back out drinking. After that she hadn't been the same. In the days that followed she was beaten every day, and molested at least every other. The beatings were worse and rougher when she talked back or he if found something she did "wrong.'' Sometimes it was so bad she became unconscious, waking up in pain hours later.

In spite of the never ending bruises, cuts, injuries (and not to mention nightmares that robbed her of sleep); underneath she was a beautiful girl, with a beautiful mind and a beautiful heart. She had changed over the summer. Whenever her uncle wasn't home, which thankfully was often, she worked out, determined to come back to school a different girl not the shy bookworm everyone had known. She was 5' 1" tall; long- down past her shoulders-, silky, and slightly wavy light brown hair hair; soft honey-brown eyes and a flashing white smile. As to her body she was lean, fit, tanned, strong, and muscular but still feminine; long smooth legs, and slim arms; and- as most neighborhood guys noticed when she went walking- she had developed nice curves. She had gotten a nice amount of spending money from her parents for new clothes, and she had chosen ones that fit and showed off her figure. Along with the clothes came a little make-up, not much, but some eyeliner and mascara, some natural shades of eye shadow, and some gloss. Hermione also had one thing that no one knew about but her once-friend Ginny…a tattoo. She and Ginny had gone and gotten tattoos together last Christmas break, and hadn't told anyone, at least Hermione hadn't, and not even her uncle knew about it because all he ever saw of her was her front. Hermione had a beautiful dragon on her right shoulder that shimmered different colors, a lot of the times with her mood. She had chosen a dragon because she had always found them fascinating creatures.

While Hermione had spent the summer with good looks, that had never helped her when it came to her uncle, who still used her as his play thing. She had all this pent up frustration that she dealt with somewhat by working out, and part of her daily workout was…dancing. Hermione had always loved to dance since she was little, and she was quite good. She loved the fact that it, like music, could express any kind of mood and feeling, she often got lost in her dancing even if it was only for a few hours each day. But, despite her working out some of her anger, there was always some lurking in the back of her mind, and sometimes it felt like it gave her a strange supporting strength to draw upon… "almost like magic, but impossible" she mused to herself once. Her anger was at many things, her uncle, Harry and Ron, her overall lack of friends and respect, hate for Voldemort and his death eaters for attacking and killing, and even some anger towards her never-ending rivals the Slytherins back at Hogwarts.

Hermione had never felt so angry and alone in her life. Her only friend now was her beautiful bright white owl Moon, who would perch on her shoulder whenever she was alone in the house, and whom she was softly petting now.

She made a decision, went to her desk and took out parchment and a quill, and began to write…

Somebody,
I'm so angry. My friends have ditched me, my parents are gone for the summer, and I feel so alone. My parents have left me with my less than capable uncle. I can't be around him anymore. Please someone, I need someone to talk to. I will say that I am a 17 year old girl going back to school in September. But please… I need someone's help, please…

Mystery- for I don't know why all theses troubles are with me.
p.s. to whoever receives this letter, my owl's name is Moon. Send any reply with her.

Hermione sealed the letter and took Moon off her shoulder. Tying the letter to her led, she told her owl, "find someone who will understand. I don't know if you can, by try girl…please." She sent Moon off, wishing for the best, and tiredly looked at her clock. It was 3:45 in the morning.

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Across the countryside there was a house, a mansion, and in that mansion there was a lavish bedroom. In that bedroom lay a boy, trying to fall asleep. This boy was 6'3", and every inch was nicely tanned and muscular, giving the boy strength, speed and agility in anything he did, especially his favorite sport, Quidditch. Quidditch and boxing were the main things that kept him in shape and gave him a toned six-pack and muscular arms. He had long, silky blond hair, icy-silver blue eyes that captured you in seconds, and held you captive till he released you. He wore casual clothes that still showed off his masculine body, and it was a rare thing for him to walk down the street and not have every young female turn her eyes on him, even some that were a few years older then he. The only other distinguishing feature was often hidden by his clothes…it was a tattoo on his left shoulder of a dragon which simmered different colors, including to his mood. He had gotten it in 6th year with his best friend Blaise, who had gotten a wolf. He had chosen the dragon because it matched the Latin root for is name. Draconis dragon. His name was Draco Malfoy.

Draco had tried to fall asleep several times. He had gone out flying for a few hours earlier that day, but it had not done much, so he proceeded to go to his gym and workout and box, which helped some more, but he still was barely tired. Then he figured it out… dancing. With dancing there were no limits. He'd to go to clubs almost every night. He danced the hours away at a club, many beautiful girls around him, and he smirked because he knew why he was the guy all the girls wanted to dance with. It had something to do with his reputation at school as the Slytherin Sex God. It also helped get him away from his empty house (his mother was a happy but quiet and not one to exert herself often) and Pansy-he shuddered to think of her attempts to seduce him since 4th year. Sure she was a good shag, but still, that's all he needed from her. So Draco danced and danced and danced some more before he apparated back home. He stripped down to his boxers and lay in bed, looking at his alarm clock… It was 4.00am.

TapTapTap. Draco wearily opened an eye at the clock. 4:30 it read. TapTapTap. He grumbled to himself and began looking around his room for the cause of the offending noise. TapTapTap. He finally looked at his balcony and saw a white owl perched on the edge tapping on his window. He wondered who would send him a letter at this hour of the morning. He let it in, watching as it swooped into his room and landed on the extra perch in his room, next to his black owl Midnight, who eyed this new owl with-surprisingly- what seemed like great fondness. The owl flew to the perch, then flew back over to him and poised itself on his shoulder. He gingerly stroked it and it hooted softly. He untied the letter and set the owl back on the spare perch next to Midnight. He opened the letter and read...

Mystery- for I don't know why all theses troubles are with me.
p.s. to whoever receives this letter, my owl's name is Moon. Send any reply with her.

This letter intrigued him. This distressed lonely girl was longing for someone to talk to, just like him. His mom didn't do anything much and his best mate Blaise had been gone for almost the whole summer. He looked at the letter once again and decided to respond to this girl, whoever she was, thinking that he might have someone to talk to. He pulled a quill and parchment to him, and began to write…

Mystery, I'm sorry that you have troubles at home. If it's any consolation so do I. My horrible father is gone, which is good, but my mother was somewhat damaged by him and doesn't really know what to do with herself. Not to mention my best mate is gone for the entire summer. Why did your friends ditch you? Some friends they are. What's wrong at home with your uncle? You can tell me. I want to help you, and I want to be your friend. I'm a 17 year old wizard, and I know you're a witch because of your owl. My owl who will have brought this too you, his name is Midnight. What school do you go to? I go to Hogwarts.

Write back

Silence- for my life is now too quiet

Draco sealed his letter and called Moon and Midnight to him. Moon perched on his left shoulder and Midnight on his right. As he tied the letter to Midnight's leg he smiled a little to himself because it seemed that Moon had won over his owl, and Midnight was notoriously hard to make friends with. He sent them off together and climbed back into bed, and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep; glad that his summer was becoming better at last.

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Hermione groaned painfully. Her uncle had just come up to "visit" her, and he had left a few minutes ago. He did not, however, leave her alone. He left her with 3 broken ribs, a bloody nose, sprained left wrist, a right black eye, a slashed left leg-he had cut her entire leg down the side many times with his pocket knife-, many other numerous cuts and bruises, and this time many bloody abrasions in and around her vagina and thighs. She painfully crawled from her bedroom floor to the bathroom, turned on the hot shower, and stepped into the water, trying not to scream as her injuries were doused in hot water. She needent have taken off her clothes, for her uncle had already done that. After standing in the shower for over a good hour her pain seemed to lessen a little, as well as the stiffness, and she stepped out and dried herself off. Hermione preformed wand less healing magic on all of her open cuts and slashes, somewhat healing the bruises, and she tried to mend her sprained wrist and broken ribs, but could not do much there. She gently laid herself on her bed and closed her eyes, but opened them when no more then 5 minutes later she heard a swooshing noise. She looked and saw her Moon followed by a handsome sleek black owl bearing a letter! Frantically she jumped up, moaning because she had forgotten her injuries, and approached her desk where the owls were and took the letter from the black owl with fingers that trembled. She gave them each a treat as she opened the letter and read…

Write back

Silence- for my life is now too quiet

As she read Hermione was somewhat impressed by the neat slightly slanted handwriting. She concluded that this person was neat and organized, for that was what she found in people with neat handwriting. A tear rolled down her cheek because of what she read. I want to be your friend. She had someone that would listen and help her, and that was something she'd been longing for all summer. She was a little curious as to who this person, he must be someone she knows, he was in her year at Hogwarts, and it sounded as if he hadn't had the best summer either.

Hermione turned to Moon and stroked her lovingly, if it wasn't for her Hermione wouldn't have had anyone to talk to, and she was greatly thankful. She put the letter under a loose floorboard under her bed, and as she closed it up she heard her uncle come up the stairs. All she could think was…

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dun dun dunnn……lol. my first chapter of my first fic! what'd ya think! sorry for the cliffy, couldn't help it :grins: reviews would be appreciated with any suggestions.

much love!

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