A/N: This is my first official Dramione fanfic so I hope you like it.

Rated M: For physical and emotional abuse. Little to no cussing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, sad day.

Five years ago.

Chapter One

Draco's point of view

My first quidditch match was an utter disaster. I fell off my broom but what's worse is that the snitch was inches away from my face. Potter ended up catching the snitch and winning the match, what makes it even worse is that my father was there to see everything. I could see the disgust and anger flash across his face, it terrified me more than anything.

I was in the hospital wing laying on the bed across the room from Potter, he had broken his arm and Lockheart was dumb enough to get rid of all the bones in his arm. Of course I don't feel bad for him though I just think our DADA professor is an idiot.

Throughout the night I could hear Potter screaming out in pain, I've heard that re-growing bones is incredibly painful. At about two in the morning I heard someone inter the room, then I felt someone sit on my feet. I went stiff and winced at the pain coming from my feet. I didn't dare open my eyes for I knew exactly who it was, my father. I turned my head into my pillow and felt a hand slap across my face.

"Wake up." He hissed, his cold breath on my face. I dare not defy him so I sat up. I stared at him and he just glared back. He terrified me more than anything in the world. He brought up his fist and I winced.

"You're week son, week. You are a disappointment to the Malfoy name." He brought his fist down to my face, hard. I cried out in pain which only got me another slap. "Shut up boy." His eyes stone cold.

"Dad….." I tried to talk but I couldn't formulate words. He looked at me with disgust and grabbed my arm. Before I know it he twisted my arm to where it popped. Horrible agony short through my arm and up my body. I tried to hold back a cry but tears filled in my eyes and spilled down my face, I choked out a cry.

"Don't call me dad. Shut up!" he hissed, I flinched. His voice so cold it made me shiver.

He must of heard something because he abruptly stood up and left. I couldn't stop shaking, tears spilled down my face and choked cries came out. I heard rustling in the bed across from me and that's when I knew Potter heard everything.

"Malfoy….Are you ok?" I heard Potter ask in a raspy voice. The fact that Potter had the nerve to ask me if I was ok was unsettling.

"Potter worry about you own life and stick your scar head out of mine." I said coldly buy my voice cracked. The good news is I didn't hear anything out of him the rest of the night, bad news is he had the nerve to get madam Pomfrey. She gave me a concerned look and tuned to one of the seventh- year helpers.

"Alert the professors." She stated quickly, "Tell them I need them here immediately."

I heard the seventh year rush out the door, madam Pomfrey came over to me.

"What happened boy?" she said frantically checking my face and arm. I didn't answer I just continued to shake uncontrollably and flinched every time she touched me.

"Poppy what is it?" I heard Dumbledore asked. I saw madam Pomfrey beckon for them to come over. I saw professor McGonagle put her hand to her mouth and gasp.

"What happened? Because when I left he only had a few bruises." McGonagle asked. Snape walked over to my bedside. He glanced at my face and I saw something flicker across his pointed face.

"There is a handprint on his face, Dumbledore." I knew Snape knew. He's seen it first hand, he has seen the way my father treats me.

"Your right Severus." Dumbledore came closer, he knelt beside me. "What happened Draco?" I just shook my head and more tears made their way down my bruised face. I knew if I told them I would die, he would kill me, just like my mother.

"I've already tried he wont talk and Potter said it wasn't his place to say anything." Madam Pomfrey stated. "I can treat him but if he won't talk then I say we blame it on that dangerous game you people call a sport."

"Fine, when do you think he'll be out?" McGonagle asked in a quiet voice.

"Tomorrow after noon. Same with mister Potter." I was grateful to hear that I would get out tomorrow. Madam Pomfrey made her way to her healing potions. "I can give him something for the pain, but other than that…" she glanced down at me.

"That's fine Poppy." Dumbledore said turning to me. "And Draco, if you need anything you can come to any of us." With that all the professors left and I was left alone with my thoughts.

Hermione's point of view

Harry had been in the hospital wing all night and now it's late afternoon, and what's even more unsettling is that they wont even let me and Ron in the hospital wing to see him. They said it was for safety reasons, my guess the chambers, but I can't help but thinking it was something else. Ron said I should stop worrying but he doesn't understand. Ron is a loyal friend but he's not the brightest so he doesn't think to question things. I do question though, and I know that something is up and it's not just the monster, the professors have been paying close attention to everyone not just the Slytherins.

"Hermione why aren't you taking notes?" Ron's voice came from behind me.

"Umm…I'm ah…..I'm taking notes right know." I pulled out my quill and parchment and scribbled on the parchment. Ron brought his head up to professor McGonagle and made his own notes. We were half way through our lesson when the professor stopped and gazed towards the door. We all looked towards to door and saw two people inter, one with raven hair that was everywhere and bright green eyes. The other with platinum blonde hair and icy blue eyes. There was something I noticed about the blonde though, he had a black eye and a broken arm. While the raven haired boy had nothing wrong with him. I beckoned for him to come over.

"Harry you're okay!" I yelled as he came over. His bright green eyes looked at me like he needed to tell me something.

"Harry what is it?" I said quietly once he sat down. "And why does Malfoy look like he got hit by a bus?"

"I'll tell you after class." He looked at me and then to Malfoy.

Malfoy took a seat in the far back and he wouldn't even look up at the professor. He looked truly awful like he had zero love in his life.

After class Harry pulled Ron and me into an empty classroom.

"Bloody hell Harry what's wrong?" Asked Ron.

"It's Malfoy." Harry looked very concerned.

"What is it? Is it about the way he looks?" I asked trying to read my friends face.

"Yes. Late last night Malfoy had a…..visitor." He rubbed the back of his neck and continued. "I couldn't tell who it was but I think it was his father."

"What did he say?" Ron looked at Harry and back to me.

"Well that's the thing there wasn't a lot of talking." He looked like he was going to be sick. "He….I heard Malfoy crying and lots of…..punching."

I gasped. "Your not saying that Malfoy's dad…..hurt him and that's why he looks like that?"

I looked up at Harry and he nodded.

"Merlin. Why would he do that?" Came Ron's voice.

"I don't know. You can't say anything about this." Me and Ron both nodded.

"I can't believe this. After all he's done to us, I can't help but think its because of his father." I said.

"You might be right." Harry said. Ron nodded his head but deep down I knew he had a hard time excepting it. We left after that and went to our next class. But after I learned all that, I would never look at him the same way, no matter how many times he insulted me.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please review! Also Blaise is in the next chapter but I don't know who to pair him with, the options are:

Blaise/Luna, Blaise/Ginny, Blaise/Astoria.

Thank you again:)