A/N: This is a new fic. Note that I am new to writing stories and this is one of my first stories. I hope you like it. :)

Plot:

The Golden Trio is back for their final year at Hogwarts. However, one third is feeling less enthusiastic to be back of school which is weird considering it is Hermione Granger. Who would expect her to be less than extremely excited to be back to Hogawrts? Her depression about recent events in her life leave a certain Slytherin Prince considerably annoyed and curious. DMHG HPGW RWLB BZLG and other pairings. AU.

Chapter 1:

Hermione sat on the train to Hogwarts and looked out over the passing fields and trees. Ron and Harry sat in front of her talking animatedly about the recent Quidditch Cup. Ginny sat next to her with Lavender Brown and both were talking about the recent Witch Weekly article. None of them noticed the hollow expression on Hermione's face, nor did they notice her unnaturally pale skin and the dark bags the hung underneath her eyes. Most of all, none noticed the thin scars that were across her legs, arms and face.

She didn't care. Hermione preferred that none of them knew why she looked like that. Although she did try and put an effort into adding just a teensy little bit of concealer and foundation just to hide them. None of them had to know why she looked off with a vacant expression or why she had scars.

Recognizing some of the scenery, Hermione got up to get changed as they were nearing the station. She excused herself from her friends and walked down the narrow corridor of the Hogwarts express and into the small toilet stall to get changed. A few minutes later, Hermione was out of the stall and nearly ran into someone.

"Watch it!" The person shouted, clearly pissed off. Hermione inwardly cursed as she recognized the owner of the voice.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't little Mudblood Granger." Hermione looked up to face the smirking face of Draco Malfoy.

"Out of my way, ferret. I don't have time for your bullshit." She spat as she tried to get around him.

"Of course. You want to get back to your heroes, Pothead and Weasel-bee." He smirked. "No back bone as usual, Mudblood."

"Malfoy, you've used that word so many times that it's one of your most used words. What are you going to say next? My father will hear about this?" Hermione shook her head as she pushed passed Draco.

"My, my. Haven't your repulsive Muggle parents ever taught you manners? I bet even trolls are better role models than your parents." Draco smirked. Hermione froze and her eyes snapped open.

"At least I had parents who cared for me, Malfoy. Where do your parents on the care scale? Oh wait that's right, your father is somewhere kissing your sorry excuse of a 'Lord's feet while your mother is serving him tea. I wouldn't go around insulting other's parents when yours don't even give a damn about you." Hermione snapped. She gave him one last glare and left.

Draco stood and glared at Hermione's retreating form before it finally reached one of the compartments. Their argument replayed in his mind and he grit his teeth as he walked down the corridor. He stopped in his tracks as he realised something. She said she 'had' parents… Past tense? Why? Draco furrowed his eyebrow as he tried to figure some things out. Why do I even give a damn? He shook the thoughts out of his head as he headed towards his own compartment.

A/N: Hey readers (if there are any...). Do leave a Review or a Comment (but no hurtful bashing... Still new to the whole writing thing..) I hope if there any readers reading this now, you guys will tell me if you like it or not, give suggestions and will support this story. :)

Peace Out,

LizzWiz