Dark Secrets

Written By: DreamCloud53

I could feel his cold gray eyes penetrating into my back, though I wouldn't turn to acknowledge it. As I said my good byes to my parents I could feel his stare getting stronger and more intense. Finally when I felt as if I couldn't take his eyes burning into me anymore my parents left and I was able to turn around. When I did his eyes got larger as they swept over me. When he noticed me looking at him he smirked and walked off, but not without slightly whistling at me. I felt my face turn red as he walked by.

As I moved around people looking for my friends before boarding the train I felt eyes following me. Every time I turned around a different boy would be staring or a different girl would have a glare on her face. I wondered why I was being stared at then it hit me. The memories of the summer I'd tried to forget.

"I want you to change Hermoninny."

"What do you mean change Victor dear?"

"Change every zing. You must look different for a Quidditch star yes? You are too ugly."

"Ugly?"

"Yes. Ugly you 'orrible wench ugly!" There was a sudden pop in the air where his hand had come abruptly down on her cheek. She gasped and clutched her face.

"You hit me!"

"Yes, I hit you. You are mine now, mine and I can do whatever I want with you, you must obey me now."

I raised a hand to my cheek and rubbed it. How could such a sweet person turn so-- My thoughts were interrupted by voices shouting my name. I looked up to see Harry and Ron running towards me. When they reached me they both had shocked expressions on their faces. I smiled slightly.

"You-- you've changed Herm…" Ron finally choked out. Harry looked utterly speechless but none the less nodded his head. I ran a hand through my now layered sleek and slightly shiny hair and laughed, they also had changed. Ron was taller and a tad more masculine with far less freckles. I grinned. Ron always hated those freckles. He looks cute. Harry had also grown taller and more masculine from Quidditch. He had also gotten contacts, which made his green eyes stand out more. I felt myself starting to swoon for my two best friends.

I shook my head clear of these thoughts and shrugged. "I guess I've changed a little."

"A little? Herm, you look like you've changed a lot over the summer." Harry was right. I had changed a lot over the summer but not just physically.

She trembled slightly as he came closer to her. He looked her over shaking his head a bit. He put his mouth to her neck and murmured, "Now this is more like the Hermoninny I want." She was too afraid to move even though she knew she wasn't ready for this. She knew the consequences of what would happen if she protested. She knew how harsh he could be when he didn't get his way.

If not for her fear of him she would have rid herself of him ages ago. If not for his lust for a girl, more precisely a girl that felt the longing and needing to be loved if even by abuse he would have rid himself of her ages ago.

As we loaded onto the train to find ourselves a compartment I held back tears. My thoughts dwelt on those images for a partial of the ride when finally I was snapped out of my reverie when Harry placed a hand on my arm. I jumped slightly and startled Harry. Despite their protesting calls I quickly excused myself and ran out of the compartment. I finally found what I was looking for: an empty compartment. I walked in and sat down.

Was he right? Did I long for someone to love me? No, I shook my head. I am loved, loved by my parents, my family, my… friends. But was I? I had often wondered if my parents really did love me or not. Of course they bought me gifts and showered me with pretty things, but was that all just an act? I remembered the late nights when I heard my parents arguing, Arguing over me. I remembered when I accidentally tried their patience and ended up being slapped.

Then I thought of my friends… my only friends, Harry and Ron. Of course they loved me. Just as much as I loved them but… was that enough? Maybe he was right, I sighed. Maybe, maybe… The door to the compartment opened and the person I'd least wanted to see walk in.

He backed in not noticing me and sat down closing his eyes. When he finally felt me staring at him he jerked his head up and smirked.

A/N: This is my first story like this and I don't know how it is going to turn out. I'm very nervous and scared about writing this. I've fallen in love with stories like this and but I've never actually been brave enough to write one and I got a sudden inspiration. I need you to tell me if I should continue this or stop. If someone would be willing to help me with this just email me or tell me in a review. Oh, I owe a special Thank-you to J who first read this and caught my mistakes for me.