Hello guys, Kawi here. This'll be my first fanfiction.

I want to get a couple things clear before we start. I ask you not to judge me. Yes, this fanfic is going to be quite.. smutty. But it's also going to deal with a lot of problems, such as bullying, Self-harm, self-loathing. It'll deal with grief, and such. I aim to make this a hard-hitting fanfiction.

I'm warning you now, if any of you dare start to flame about the fact I used Self-Harm here, I will be angry, very angry.

(Also, the fanfiction isn't really set in a book period, but they're all about 16. I did this because I just wanted a clear, blank year of Hogwarts to work with. And IDGAF If you don't like it.)

I do not own , nor claim to own any characters used during this fanfiction. Everything here belongs to J.K Rowling. (Duh. Thats why its called Fan-fiction.. )

Hermione.

"What the hell are you looking at, Granger?" Came a harsh, cold hiss.

Whipping around, Hermione rested her eyes on the origin of the voice, frowning slightly. Brushing back her bushy, untamed mane of brown hair, she took the slightest of steps back.

"I asked you a question." He repeated, this time more firmly, his mouth curving into a sneer.

"I.. Ermm." She swallowed loudly, her voice dying in her throat.

He raised a single eyebrow at her.

"None of your buisness." She growled, grabbing her cat carrier than held her Half-Cat-Half-Kneazle, Crookshanks.

"Oh, on the contrary," He drawled slowly. "It is every part of my business."

Wanting very much to spit foul worlds in his direction, Hermione fought hard to hold her tongue. She could almost taste all the words she wanted to call him.

He's not worth it. She thought bitterly. "Let me past, Malfoy."

Hermione Granger was 16; a witch; and desperate to get away from the teenager in front of her at all costs.

The Hogwarts express had come to halt a few minutes ago, and while all the students desperately fought their way to clamber off the stuffy train, she had hung back, trying to coax Crookshanks back into his cage with a small treat. Harry and Ron had offered to stay and help, but she had politely declined their offer. Ron was only asking her to gain her approval, due to the fact they had argued earlier on how unhealthy Berty-Bots Every Flavour Beans were. She had taked some home to show her mother and father in delight, but they were less than pleased. After receiving a scolding for eating such 'Teeth-Damaging-Muck' as her parents had described them to her as, she had mailed them back to Ron, asking him if he knew how much they were a danger to his oral health. He had ignored her letter, and she couldn't help but take some offence to it. And after bringing it up on the train, all hell broke loose. Harry had left them with an angry sigh, complaining that her and Ron arguing would be the death of him.

Harry had only offered because he, of all people, could read Hermione better than most. He could see just how tired she was.

Hermione had to admit, she hadn't had a good nights sleep in a while.

But Harry wasn't to keen on cats, and Hermione knew that all-to-well.

So, with a quick promise that she'd see them both inside, and to save her a seat, she had set to work trying to find Crookshanks.

It hadn't taken her long, she had to admit. Crookshanks couldn't help but be lured out by the delicious tempt of his favourite treat, and while he was greedily gulping down every morsel, she'd caught him by the waist and dropped him gently into his carrier.

And that's when the Slytherin turned up.

"I could." He sighed. "But, I could have a bit of fun."

"Malfoy, I don't have ti-.."

"How are those filthy Muggle parents of yours, Granger?"

Ah. She remembered those insults. From the past year, and the year before that, and the year before that.

"Fine." She spoke stiffly.

"Really?" He grinned, not a happy sort of grin, a cold, cutting-edge grin. It almost frightened her. "I don't see why you didn't just stay with them, Granger."

"Becuase I'm a witch-.."

"No, you're a filthy little Mudblood."

"Leave me alone!" She growled, loosing her temper, grabbing the handle of the cat carrier roughly, she slammed her way past the Slytherin, her heart sinking as she heard him follow her intently.

"I don't see why you're bothering to run away." He smirked. She could almost taste the venom in his voice. "I could follow your stench from anywhere. You reek of bad blood, you know that?"

She blinked back tears and she shoved her way off the train. Ignoring the look of alarm the driver gave her. Normally, she'd stop and tell him thank you, as she had done every-year. But this time, she was to distracted.

"Miss?" He spoke weakly.

She didn't answer him.

"Slow down, Mudblood!" Malfoy continued to taunt her.

"'Ey, now son." The driver had stopped Malfoy. "Thas' no way to speek' to a lady."

"Shut it." She heard the pure-blood retort, but she didn't turn around to watch the scene. She carried on, determined to avoid him at all costs.

Slamming her book down on the table, Hermione placed herself next to Harry, immediately wrenching open the first page, perhaps with to much force, as the book gave a feeble shiver, before falling apart.

"Gah!" She spat, fumbling in her pocket for her wand, mumbling in a low, angry voice.

"'Mione?" Harry enquired weakly. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." She stated simply, her voice hard, edged. "Just fine."

Harry pulled out his own wand, and with a small "Reparo" The book flew together once more.

"Thanks." She breathed. Opening the book, this time with more care.

"'at 'choo reed' in', thas' time, 'mione?" Ron asked her, his mouth full of food.

"Ronald, honestly. You should stop speaking with your mouth so full." She sighed.

He ignored her comment, diving straight for the front cover, blinking with confusion.

"Dealing with stress?" Harry asked, joining in as Ron and him peeked at the book.

"Just something from home." She lied. "Mum and Dad told me to read it.. 'cause of you know.. the.. erm.. exams."

"Oh!" Harry sighed, and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when he believed her lie. "Well, Hermione. I don't see why you'd be stressed." He frowned. "You ace almost every subject."

She couldn't help but smile at this comment.

"Thanks, Harry. It just got to me a bit, that's all. I'm fine."

Harry grinned, nudging her shoulder in a friendly manner. She knew this was a male gesture. But she wasn't really sure she understood what was meant by it.

Ron swallowed noisily, turning his attention back to Hermione. "Why are you reading on the first day, anyway?" He cocked his head to the side, confused. For a second, he reminded her of a dog.

She giggled.

"What?" He asked, looking down on himself.

"Nothing." She blinked. "Just remembered something. And I can read any time I'd like, Ronald. There aren't rules against it."

"There should be." He grumbled.

Turning back her attention to her book, she closed it gently. "Fine. I'll stop. Happy?"

"Very!" Ron grinned, throwing an arm around her playfully. "Very happy."

She didn't react to his gesture of putting his arm around her shoulders, in all honestly, she wasn't sure how she was supposed to react. But, after what happened earlier with Malfoy, she was grateful for the acceptance.

Leaning forward, she scanned her eyes over the vast-array of food on offer. Most of it, she noted, was unhealthy. But her eyes rested on a plate of Corn-on-the-Cobs, and she grabbed the smallest one hesitantly. Almost everyone had experienced the unpleasant surprise when the food they were reaching for quickly morphed into something else. Often delving their hand into something very sticky, and very foul.

Nibbling at the small pieces of corn gently, she couldn't help but notice Ron's arm was still around her.

She didn't know what she thought of that.

Draco.

The mudblood had vanished from his sight before his game had been completed.

Delving into the food that was present on the Slytherin table, Draco didn't speak much. His mind was else-where. And almost everyone could sense that.

Except..

"Draaccooo!" Pansy squeaked happily, hushing away people with a very unattractive growl to sit next to him. "I didn't see you come in!" Wrapping her arms around his neck, he shrugged her off.

"Pansy." He greeted her roughly. Not really caring for her presence.

"What's wrong, Sugar-Dragon?" She quipped. And Draco winced at the pathetic nickname she had given to him.

"My name is Draco." He gritted his teeth. "And nothing. I'm trying to think."

"About what? About us? I've been thinking about us! A-.."

"Pansy." He spoke softly, grabbing her face gently between his hands.

"Yes, Drakey?" She spoke, fluttering her eyelids.

He leaned in, getting closer and closer to her rather chubby face..

"Shut. Up. And. Go. Away." He spat. Pushing her away from him. Her face fell with disappointment, and rejection.

"I'll see you in the common room." She sniffed, standing up to sit further away from him, and Draco couldn't help but notice how she collapsed into her friends arms, crying.

But he honestly didn't give a fuck.

He was worked up. He was angry. And it was her fault for getting in the way of him. His little chase-and-insult game with Granger had been cut short. He still had a fire raging in his stomach, and he wanted to let it out. And he didn't care if it was on her, Pansy, or even Snape.

Count to ten. He thought bitterly, remembering his mothers advice.

One mudblood, two mudblood, three mudblood.

He chuckled darkly to himself, and he felt himself deflate slightly. His silent, not-very-funny joke had made him feel better.

Leaning back, he ran his hand through his ice-blonde hair. His eyes darting towards the Gryfindor table. Frowning. He could easily see Granger from here without even trying. Her massive hair made her stick out like a sore-thumb. He couldn't help but grimace in disgust as he saw the ginger ones arm around her.

She has the sex-appeal of a fat seal. He thought sourly. What was he doing?

Blood traitor or not, Draco still felt anger prick him as he watched the pure-blood affectionately rub his hand on her back.

He knew it was wrong of him to do that. For all the much he hated the Mudblood, she was a strong person. Which is, apart from her filthy blood and know-it-all attitude, partly why he picked on her so much. She always fought back. Most people duck their heads and hide away. No fun. But she.. she was something different.

The moment on the train had been an exception. He'd seen it in her eyes. She was tired. So tired. Part of him wanted to leave off her for a while, he knew she'd be no fun like this, but part of him still yearned to feel that familiar joy as she finally began to raise his voice back at her.

He shook his head. What was he talking about? Of course he'd continue to insult the Mudblood. She had no right to be in this school.

Leaning back, he stretched, sighing.

This year'll be interesting. He thought. Very.

Well there you go! I know there's not any Dramione so far, but this'll be a very slow fanfic. But please bear with it. As always, please Read & Review. It would mean the world to me!

Lots of love, Kawi. :3 x