A/n: Well, this was gonna be a oneshot, but I'm gonna put it in chapters, otherwise it'd be a really long oneshot.

Oh, and I don't own Harry Potter

The sky was clear, crisp and a dark purplish black. The air was fridged, but refreshing, it made it easy to think clearly. The moon was full and bright, and looked on at the beautiful Hogwarts castle. Parts of the castle were demolished, still waiting to be completely repaired. The forbidden forest was looking better after it had been partially destroyed by fiendfyre. The astronomy tower was the worst however, a large gap where a explosive curse had gone off. The war was over, Voldemort defeated and no one afraid to speak his name and all his horcruxes were destroyed as well. Most of the physical damage was healed, scars formed and slowly faded until they were almost invisible. Funerals were completed and finally all who sacrificed themselves were at peace and had their own special graveyard. It was a year after the war and Hogwarts had opened, Minerva McGonagall as the headmaster. The world was in a post-almost the end of all state, but as time went on people drove out the thoughts of the past to look forward to the future, which was certainly more bright than the near past. Everyone had emotional scars that couldn't be healed though. Mothers, fathers, daugters, sons, brothers, sisters, and other family members were taken away forever. Some witnessed torture, while others were tortured. Some forced to kill, or torture there own friends and family. Many were in asylums, many exchanged their personalities for more quiet and reserved ones.

It was her seventh year, she decided to come back after all, though she knew it'd never be the same. Never again would Hogwarts be a total sweet escape, it would always be a second home, but one recently filled with horrendous visions of what had happened. Here where the dead had once plagued the large stone halls. Where her friends had gave their lives for the better of the future witches and wizards. Where she watched torturous interrogations, but not one person gave any information; they were always driven to insanity by the Crutacious curse. All this happened, yet she agreed to come back with the Weasleys and Harry. Why? She really wasn't sure, this brought back memories for everyone, but few knew what she had been through. She was tortured again and again for a month, the Death Eaters didn't dispose of her for she had priceless information, though through rape and various other tortures she refused. She hadn't told anyone, not even Harry or Ron, what she was forced to do.

It was after the 15th day of being tortured and starved. Bellatrix Lestrange was her torturer, enjoying every scream and every thrash. But suddenly she got this evil, dark smirk.

"Hehe, well since my favorite curse seems like it's boring you, how about you try it out?"

Hermione's eyes grew wide with fear and trepidation. "Lucius, why don't you bring your precious son over here for a minute?" Bellatrix practically sung.

"No..." Hermione whispered, she couldn't do this, not even to him.

"He's not my son anymore, Bellatrix."

She giggled her insane giggle, "Hehe, whoopsy forgot, again. Oh Draco, come here to Auntie Bella!"

He was literally thrown in by his own father and spat on. Draco didn't have a shirt, and fresh scars could easily be seen on his pale, almost ghostly skin. His once beautiful platinum hair was disleveled and hung over his face. He was on the verge of anorexia, and had a very hard time getting up to his knees. He looked up and she could see that that cold, arrogant face was completely gone and in its place stood one of anguish and defeat.

His dull, grey eyes grew even more sorrowful as he barely whispered, "They got you? The Hermione Granger....."

"Draco....." Although she had hated his very existence before, she didn't have it in her to continue that feud against this poor, abused soul.

"Hmph, since everone has gotten acquainted, lets begin the fun!"

She gave Hermione a wand, most likely a dead person's and pointed her own wand and declared, "Imperio!"

"CRUCIO!" Hermione screamed, unwilling pointing at the skeleton-like Malfoy.

It was the most excruciating, horrendous scream she had ever heard, not even she had ever uttered such a horrible cry of anguish. She would have traded herself to never had heard or be the cause of that scream. To see him writhing on the floor, begging her to kill him, for her to stop, when she had no control, almost caused her to become insane. She was starting to black out, she was the cause of this, she was torturing him. Oh, how she wanted to stop, with everything in her being and then some, she wanted to stop....but she couldn't.

After a couple minutes the insanity stopped and all the Death Eaters that had come to watch, including Lucius had begun laughing. Hermione had sunk to her knees and was quivering. Never again.....never again did she want to do that, but she couldn't get the image and the screams out of her mind. She glanced at Draco, he was shaking uncontrollably and was drenched in sweat. His face was the most horrible, his eyes clouded over. She was sure he had just been droven to insanity when he yelped.

She couldn't believe it, his own father had just kicked him in his ribs, after watching with a straight face as he was mind numbingly tortured. Lucius was a coward, they all were, what Draco had done to deserve this in his father's eyes she wasn't sure. But she was sure that nobody deserved it. Something snapped in her as she sprung up to her feet, clenching the unknown wand in her hand.

"Stop! JUST STOP!" she pleaded. Every pair of eyes in the room whipped to look at her.

"..Say?"

From then, she completely lost it, "You stupid, cowardly snake! How dare you kick your own son! Nobody deserves this, you are such a low being, you're not even enough to be called human! You're a slave, you're all slaves to Voldemort!" After her rant she was breathing heavily, her eyes black with pure hatred.

Lucius's eyes were worse however, "HOW DARE YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!" He raised his wand as everyone knew what words were to come.

All were focused on the Death Eater and witch when,"AVADA KEDRAVA!" was heard ringing off the walls. Not a sound was made. Hermione's eyes were wide and glazed with shock, as Lucius's were too.

Thump.

He dropped to his back, his eyes forever staring. It was so quiet, slowly all turned to the witch, gaping.

She wasn't there, not mentally, all had stopped. Still as a statue, she stayed in the same postion, wand raised as she stared a the man she just killed, Lucius Malfoy. She. Was. A. Murderer. The word rang through her ears...murderer, murderer, murderer. Time seemed to stop as all went to slow motion. She just stood there, numb, not there as she was flung across the room. Everything was a blur, Death Eaters screaming curses and running everwhere. Still staring at nothing she barely registered that she was picked up and whatever was carrying her was going extremely fast. Where she was headed she wasn't sure, all she could think about was that she was a murderer.

Hours seemed to pass as a she was laid on the ground, staring still. "Hermione....Hermione....HERMIONE GRANGER!" A strangle sob was heard, "Hermione, come on, TALK TO ME!" She violently shook and looked up to see Draco Malfoy, his face covered in tears, holding her torso up and gently shaking her.

A/N: Ok....how'd I do? I don't mind constructive criticism, but give me a break, it's my first Harry Potter fic, let alone DracoXHermione (Which I love veryy much) and my third story all together and my 1st chapter story. So,yup I'm a beginner. I don't think I did very well, but I like this idea, which I'm pretty sure you don't know, least you shouldn't. I'm not gonna go around begging for reviews, but seriously if you wanna see it get better or at least presentable, then you should tell me my mistakes, kindly I might add, so I don't continue making them.