~Hey, everyone. This story was actually the first story I've written. But I put it off for a while to start my other one "In the Game of Seduction, Two Can Play That Game." Go read and review my other story! This one is a little fiercer. This one, Hermione is really pissed. Heh. Well, read and review! Hope you like it!~

A/N: *.* means thinking, ~ ~ ~ means a dream and ~ ~ means a flashback. Keep this in mind throughout the whole story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but the plot, I do. But can I please borrow Draco. PLEASE!!!! I promise to give him back.. Or not..

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Chapter One: The Summer

One word. Hell. At the beginning of the summer, Hermione was happy to see her parent again. When they got home, her parents had put up a "Welcome home, Hermione!" banner hanging up in the hallway near the front door. Hermione smiled, as she smelt something great. Her mother, Eileen Granger has made Hermione's favorite meal; steak with vegetable's and mashed potatoes. Hermione's father, Patrick Granger, had already brought up her school stuff up to her room. She runs upstairs, turns to the right and runs down to her room at the end of the hallway. Hermione then jumps onto her bed, landing on her back, smiling. *It's great to be home again* she thought. Then she decided to unpack her stuff.

"Don't forget to brush your teeth, dear!" Mrs. Granger yelled from downstairs to Hermione.

"Back to the normal living at the Granger house," mumbled Hermione to herself. After brushing her teeth 3 times over, knowing her mother was going to check her breath, she goes downstairs into the kitchen. She sits down at the rectangle table, in her usual seat when she's home for the summer, and her mum checks her breath. Smiling, Mrs. Granger sits down across from Mr. Granger.

"Honey, we have a surprise for you," Mr. Granger started, smiling weakly at his wife, hinting that he didn't want to say what he's about to say. Just when he was about to continue his speech, so to speak, his other daughter, Maddie, short for Madison, walks in. Maddie and Hermione were identical twins, the same bushy brown hair, in which Maddie puts time into it to tame it. They have the same hazel brown eyes, same height. But there are 3 differences between them. Maddie is a party animal, very emotional and the like completely different things.

"Good, Maddie, it's nice of you to join us!" said Mrs. Granger. "We were just about to surprise Hermione with something we have to say. We were going to tell you too but you were nowhere to be found. Sit down, sweetie." Maddie sat down across from Hermione.

"Okay, as I was saying before," started Mr. Granger, "is a little surprise we have. This may come to a shock to you but.." He trailed off.

"But what?" asked Hermione, anxiously awaiting the surprise. *What could it be? Is mum pregnant? No, that can't be. Are they getting a divorce? No, they're too happy together. Ughhh! What is it?!*

"Well.. We're a famous family," said Mrs. Granger.

"What do you mean mum?" asked Maddie.

"Our last name isn't Granger."

"Then, what is it?"

"Smythe."

"WHAT?!" yelled Hermione. She's read about the Smythe's before in a book at Hogwarts. *What is it called? Oh yeah. Famous Families Throughout History.* The Smythe's have been around for as long as the Malfoy's have. The Smythe's were supporters of Voldemort until one day, they disappeared; only recently. No more Smythe's. The family was gone. But not anymore. "You're kidding, right, mum?"

"No, but I assume you know the story of the Smythe's." Hermione nodded and Mr. Granger continued, "Your grandparents were the last supporters of You- Know-Who. Your mother and I didn't want the 2 of you to serve him. We ourselves didn't want to join him." Maddie sat there, staring at her plate, her mouth wide open. She couldn't believe it, after all the years of being call a mudblood by Malfoy; she's not one after all. Maddie was in Gryffindor also, with Hermione.

"I can't believe this. After all these years, you tell us now?" Maddie asked, surprised to find her own voice.

"Your mother and I didn't want you to know about it until you would learn about spells and stuff strong enough to fight him off if he ever found out about us," said Mrs. Granger.

"But still, you could have told us, at least last year or the year before!" yelled Hermione. "We've been called mudbloods because we thought we were muggle-born. And we had to put up with it! It hurt our feelings. I've cried so many times because of it and I'm sure Maddie has too!"

"We didn't want to be found out!" argued Mrs. Granger.

"It's not like we were gunna rat you out to Voldemort!"

Silence.

"Do not say the Dark Lord's name in this house, Hermione!" said Maddie, tears forming in her eyes, her voice quivering while she said this. "You know no one says his name.. Well, except for Harry Potter and Dumbledore."

"I don't care! I found out that there isn't any fear in saying his name. It's just as fearful as saying 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' or 'You-Know- Who.' I mean, come on! Get over it!" Hermione kept yelling louder and louder. Hermione got up from the table and ran upstairs. She got a feeling that something was going to happen so she started to pack all of her things in her school trunk; clothes, brush, deodorant, some make-up (surprisingly), and more clothes. Hermione took her stuff and went downstairs and out the front door. Maddie ran out, hoping to get Hermione to go back. But before she could say anything..

BOOM!!

Both Hermione and Maddie turn around to look at what exploded; their house. Maddie fell to her knees, tears flowing freely. Hermione just stood there, shock all over her face. There were pieces of their house dropping from the sky when the house exploded. There was just a fire left from the explosion and people were starting to come out of their houses. Maddie gets up, tears still flowing and walks over to Hermione.

"W-w-why? Why d-d-did you d-d-do this?" she whispered into Hermione's ear.

"I didn't. You know as well as I do that no magic is allowed outside of school," Hermione whispered back, getting pissed off for being blamed for this.

"So? I-if you weren't s-s-so angry, n-none of this would have h-h-happened! You know this can happen if y-you're angry enough!" Maddie said, hissing through her teeth.

"Well, it's not like I can control my anger when something like that comes up! I'm surprised you're not angry like me!"

"S-s-s-till!"

"You know what, forget about you. Fuck off!" said Hermione, storming off in the opposite direction, away from her house. "If she wants to be like that, fine. I don't need her!" mumbled Hermione to herself, while dragging her trunk to her other hand. *What am I going to tell Harry and Ron? I can see it now:

'Hi Harry and Ron, guess what?'

'What Hermione?' Harry and Ron asked at the same time.

'I'm pureblood, I blew up my house without knowing I did and my parents are dead.'

'Mione! Are you kidding? Please say you are!' says Harry.

'Nope, no joke.'

'Are you alright? I mean about what happened?'

'Yeah, I don't mind actually'*

Hermione snapped out of her thoughts. She didn't mind that her parents were dead? She doesn't mind that she's pureblood? Well, hell no. Malfoy can't antagonize her about being a mudblood. She can just smirk at him when he does annoy her. That would be great, seeing the look on his face. He would just freak..

"Hermione!" yelled Maddie, running out of breath.

"What?"

"Why weren't you answering me? I've been calling your name but you kept walking."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you. I was thinking."

"About what you did.?"

"Kinda. Now come on. We have to go to Aunt Pat and Uncle Mike's house; stay there for the remainder of the summer.

"But what about King's Cross? What are going to tell them about the platform and the train and."

"Shut up!" Hermione hissed, "we'll think about it when the time comes. Now come on!"

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Hermione and Maddie arrived at their Aunt and Uncle's house in great time. *Only about an hour. Usually takes 2 or so.* thought Hermione. The two girls walked up the steps. Maddie knocked on the door, but no one answers. She knocks again and still no answer. Hermione and Maddie start to go down the steps when the front door opens.

"Maddie! Hermione!" came the voice of Aunt Pat.

"Hi, Aunt Pat! We missed you!" said Maddie, trying to hide her true emotions from her parents' death. She runs over to her aunt and hugs her like it's the end of the world.

"Hi Aunt Pat," said Hermione. "Did you hear what happened?"

"No, nothing that I know of. What happened? Where are your parents?" At that, Maddie looked up into the face of her aunt and paled. Then she starts to cry. "My, my. What's the matter dear?"

"Our parents are dead," said Hermione, no emotion in her voice, "they died in an explosion just about two and a half hours ago."

"Oh my God! You poor dears!" said Aunt Pat, tears forming in her eyes. "Mike! Mike, come here now!" yells Aunt Pat to her husband. Uncle Mike comes running to his wife.

"What? Are you okay, honey?" asked Uncle Mike.

"No. Eileen and Patrick are dead; in an explosion today."

Uncle Mike looks at Hermione and Maddie for the first time since they got there. He noticed Maddie hugging his wife for dear life, crying hysterical. He looked at Hermione, who was halfway down the steps, and noticed that she showed no emotion on her face. "Are you alright, Mione? You look pale and blank."

"Yeah, I'm fine, I guess."

After standing there for what felt like eternity, they go in. There you can see the kitchen off towards the right, the dining room behind it and the basement in one of the doors in the kitchen. Also, there's an office to the right, in which Uncle Mike works in. Straight ahead is the den and towards the left is the staircase going upstairs. There is a living room on the left and a flapping door leading into the dining from the living room. Upstairs, at the first door on the left, is the guest room. The second door is the bathroom and the third door is the master bedroom. Hermione went into the guest room without much argue from Maddie, who's too upset about her parents to be arguing about a bedroom. She decided to take the den.

The guest room consists of two walk-thru windows in which it has a balcony from one window to the other. Just walking in, there's a closet on the right, the dresser on the left, and two small steps up to the bed, which it toward the left. Hermione began to unpack again, hanging her shirts, pants, shorts and dresses up in the closet. She put her bras, underwear and undershirts in the dresser, along with her socks. On top of the dresser she put her make-up, brush, deodorant, toothbrush, and toothpaste. She left her school stuff under her bed, so her aunt and uncle wouldn't find her stuff and ask her about it.

"Only home for a day, not even, and this happens. Wow, how much more can my summer get fucked up? Maybe I should write Harry, Ron and Ginny." Mumbled Hermione to herself. She takes out parchment, ink and a quill and starts to write.

Dear Harry, I know I was only home for not even a day, but I found something out that I can't say now. But I can tell you that my parents died today. I got so angry with them, about what they told me, that I packed my things and left the house. Only two minutes of walking does Maddie run up to me and then boom! The house explodes. And I'm not even upset. I don't know why! Please write back.
-Hermione

She did the same for Ron and Ginny. She sent both letters to Harry through 'normal' mail and asked Harry to send the note addressed to Ron and Ginny with Hedwig.

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As the summer progressed, the month of June went by in a flash. Soon, it was July 1st and still no answer from Harry, Ron nor Ginny. *Wonder why they didn't reply. Surly they got the letters.?* Maddie is coming around and socializing with their aunt and uncle but not Hermione, as she is the one who "is responsible for killing their mum and dad." Maddie is slowly but surly accepting the fact that both her parents are, in fact, dead. She's had a few nightmares here and there recently but when the incident had just happened, for 3 weeks straight, Maddie had nightmares every night.

Since the day after the incident, Hermione has been keeping a diary, writing in it everyday about her feelings and what's been going on recently. For the past two days, she's been having dreams of the last person she'd have thought of.

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"Father, please, stop. I beg you!" said a quivering voice.

"Malfoy's don't beg, my dear son," said the cold voice of Lucius Malfoy. He was holding his wand in his right hand and his belt in his left hand. "You will learn to respect me." He smacked his son, Draco, across the face with the belt.

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Hermione wrote down every detail she could remember. The look on Malfoy's face, begging his father to stop, actually made Hermione feel bad for the git. As badass as Malfoy is, he shouldn't be abused like that that. Not that the dream was real anyway. Dreams were never real. Not for Hermione that is.

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At the Malfoy Mansion.

Draco Malfoy lies in his room, beaten to death, breathing heavily. Just because he doesn't want to serve the Dark Lord doesn't mean he has to be beaten to death. Not only that, but a play toy. His own father, Lucius Malfoy, had raped him. And in no way was it enjoyable.

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Draco was just lying in his bed, after an episode of beatings for the night. He decided to read 'Hogwarts: A History' when his father came into his room. By the looks of it, Lucius was wearing nothing but his robe. He walks over to Draco, with a grin from ear to ear. As Draco was only in his boxers since he thought he'd be going to sleep, his father smiled even bigger, if possible. Draco started to move back against the headboard of his bed getting scared of the look his father was giving him. Lucius climbed on top of the bed and grabs Draco closer to him by the ankles. He takes out his wand, puts a silencing charm on the room and puts invisible handcuff like rings on Draco's wrists and around a bar on the headboard.

Draco at this time starts to struggle but it didn't help much. Lucius pulled off Draco's boxers and started to give him a hand job. Draco in a way, like the feeling of someone else doing it, but not by his father. Lucius starts to jack himself off for a second before thrusting his hard dick into Draco's small, tight ass. At this, Draco screamed in pain, yelling for his father to stop. Lucius gets in deeper and by doing so, he goes faster and harder, still groping his son's cock. He let's go of Draco's, sorry to say, hard cock and leans forward, placing his hands on either side of Draco's lean and built body. Draco continues to bed for his father to stop but that only provokes his father to go faster. Lucius leans in and kisses his son, putting his tongue in Draco's mouth. A single tear rolls down Draco's cheek as his father ejaculates inside of him. Lucius pulls out and walks to the door and then turns to Draco and says, " Be a man and enjoy what I did."

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A single tear always rolls down Draco's cheek when he thinks about what his father did to him. He wiped the tear away and got up off the bed. He slowly but eventually got his torn up shirt off. He looked down his built body, looking at every cut and scar, every one bringing him memories of what his father did to him. He kept a journal of all the things that happen to him.

There is a whole two months worth of beatings and rape. He was only raped once, luckily enough knowing his father, and at least he didn't have to fuck his dad in the ass. Draco takes out his journal from a hiding place in the floor of his walk in closet. He walks over to his desk and sits down slowly, still sore from the recent event. He takes out a quill and ink and starts to write.

July 1st Today, Father beat me up because I disrespected him I should start doing that to him because what he does to me is disrespect to me. The only problem is, every time I go near him, I cringe in fear, afraid of what he's going to do. Maybe I should just run away. Go to the Leaky Cauldron for the remainder of the summer. Two months without Father would be great! But if he found out where I was, he'd kill me. I must go, I hear Father.

And with that, he ended the entry. He got up as fast he could and stashed his journal in the hidden floorboard. Then he ran to his bed and turned off the lamp. "Draco?" came a female voice say.

"Yes, mother," said Draco in a sleepy voice. His mother always comes in to apologize to him for the actions of his father. The door opened and his mother walked in.

"I'm sorry, Draco dear, about tonight. I just.."

"I already know, mother. You say the same thing every time this happens."

"I know, but your father really wants you to become a-a Death Eater and you know not to disobey your father."

"I know. But I overheard him saying something about getting another heir to the Dark Lord. But I didn't hear the rest."

His mother stood there; pale, staring at her son. "I never heard such a thing. But of course, I don't hear much. Goodnight darling." With that, she left.

The only thing Draco thought about was the other heir to Voldemort. He would have to have a brother, but he didn't. He slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking about the other heir to Voldemort.

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~So? How'd you like it? I hope you did. Well, nothing more to say. R/R!~