Internal Wounds .. x

Impaired Heart .. x

about .. x Sixteen year old Hermione Granger never thought her life was perfect, but, looking back now it seems as if it were. Everythings changed. What matters now? She probably won't pass her sixth year at Hogwarts let alone be able to return. It's all Harry's fault. He did this to her. Him and his STUPID feelings for her. It shredded her life into a pile of waste, laying flat on rock bottom and now she was left to deal with it for the rest of her life after an unforgettable terrifying event one night with Tom Riddle after she goes missing one night. As if that weren't bad enough, it seems things between her and Draco Malfoy will never be the same again...

ships .. x Hermione/Draco Ginny/Harry Harry/Hermione (only for certain scenes between the two and Harry's feelings for her) Ron/Harry Seamus/Ron

rating .. x profanity, sexual conversation, sexual scenes, violence and rape

disclaimer .. x Harry Potter characters and series belongs to the author, JK Rowling.

Chapter One .. x Mud and Pure

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Hermione Granger tossed her golden brown mane behind her shoulder as she bent down to retrieve her school books. So innocent she seemed, gracefully standing to leave the Great Hall for whatever reason, teasing his mind with her simple yet lovely smile and wave before she left. The pretty sixteen year old left him dazed as she walked toward the door, swinging her hips casually in her tall, proud stride. She had the looks and she walked like she knew it, it made him excited in so many different ways.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she turned the corner and out of sight, her hair shone elegantly, it swayed to the side rhythmically each step she took, falling down her back and curling perfectly at the ends. How had she begun to look so good?

"Harry?" Ron's voice questioned, interrupting his lustful stare at the spot where Hermione had been minutes before. "What's wrong?"

Feeling rather pathetic, Harry shook off his attracted gaze and looked back at his red headed friend. "N-nothing." he stuttered, feeling his ears grow hot.

"Did Hermione leave for the library again?" he asked looking as though he just realized Hermione had disappeared suddenly on them. Harry simply nodded in response still feeling embarrassed for himself. "Honestly, the amount of homework we have and she's looking forward to completing it?" Ron spat over a mouth full of turkey.

"She's a little to 'school involved' that one." Lavender butted in, rolling her dark eyes as she spoke.

Harry had a sudden urge to defend Hermione but thought it best to shut his mouth before he made an even bigger fool of himself. He knew Lavender would be one to make fun of him for defending her and say something utterly untruthful like he liked Hermione or something. Of course he didn't like Hermione! Right?

"And another thing," she continued, making something boil inside of Harry, "is it just me or are her skirts getting shorter and shorter everyday?"

"What exactly are you getting at?!" Ron chocked after taking a gulp of pumpkin juice. Harry felt the same, why didn't Lavender just quite while she was ahead?

"She's turning into a bit of a slut if you ask ME." Lavender shot looking as if it were obvious. Harry hadn't really noticed.

Ron raised an eyebrow at her then lowered it, probably realizing this argument wasn't going to go anywhere. "Well I'll be sure not to ask you then..." he murmured to himself before going back to eating.

No one spoke much after that, Harry knew Ron was probably rethinking what he had just heard about Hermione, and, knowing Ron, he was probably going to believe that she WAS turning into some kind of slut. But Harry knew Hermione better than that, Hermione turning into a skank was like the end of the world. Why, that seemed just about as impossible as Hermione sleeping with Malfoy. And Harry was positive the world would be coming to an end if Hermione had slept with Malfoy.

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Hermione felt like skipping to the Library that night. She loved completed homework, there was nothing more satisfying then that beside the time she lost her virginity to Draco Malfoy. She couldn't help but notice boys from the Slytherin table stare as she left the Great Hall, wearing shorter skirts seemed to work like a charm. But she couldn't sell herself to much, she was after all, in a long term relationship and she wouldn't want to screw it up.

She couldn't wait to get to the library, but was stopped when someone placed a gentle, yet withered hand on her shoulder. Hermione paused and turned to see who it was. Professor McGonagal was looking down at her with a serious look plastered on her old thin face.

"What is it, Proffessor?" Hermione asked sweetly, using her suck up voice. "It's not a crime to leave the Great Hall early to get to the library on time, i should think."

A small weak grin crept from the corners of her thin lips. McGonagal's smile was lopsided yet satisfying to Hermione, she never did it often. "No, Miss Granger. I just wanted you to know that Professor Dumbledore wants to see you in his office after dinner before you head down to the library." she said, the seriousness regaining in her sagged face.

"W-What about?" Hermione asked with a hint of alarm in her tone. It was next to never that she was ever called down to see the headmaster, except of course, about her time turner.

The professor didn't answer, but instead she sternly added. "Your expected to be there. See you tomorrow in classes." she finished before turning to go back into the Great Hall.

Hermione's head was buzzing, what was this about? McGonagal didn't look to impressed, was she in some sort of trouble? But she was sure she hadn't done anything wrong laitly...

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"Harry, would you like to walk with me to the Gryffindor tower?" Ginny Weasley's voice asked, startling Harry slightly as he finished his dinner. Supper was ending and students left and right were noisily piling out of the Great Hall and to their towers. Harry felt his face go red and nodded toward the fifteen year old red head standing with her hands crossed behind her.

Standing and taking her hand nervously, the two began to the Gryffindor tower together in silence, being some of the last students to exit the Hall.

"Why were you looking at Hermione that way tonight?" Ginny asked her boyfriend sounding worried. She gave his hand a light squeeze.

"I-I wasn't." Harry denied, stuttering again. Great, now THAT was convincing.

Nonetheless Ginny seemed to believe him, or want to believe him for the most part because she didn't speak a word further about the subject.

After a long while she finally asked sweetly, "Do you have a lot of homework to, Harry? We could finish it together."

Harry felt a tight knot form in his stiff throat as she flashed him a seductive look, tugging his arm closer and closer to chest. He had never seen this side to Ginny before, he had always seen her as the sweet virgin, nothing more. But, nevertheless, he couldn't resist his arm rubbing up against her hard chest as she walked, it was to 'unboyfriendish' of him to pull away..."Sorry Gin." he apologized as politely as he could. "I've already got all my homework done in detention today." He lied, feeling the knot in his throat swell.

It didn't look as though Ginny was buying it, she lowered her freckled face looking slightly hurt. It pained Harry to think that she was feeling this way over what he had said.

"We have school tomorrow, we should get some sleep." he assured her, though it didn't lighten the situation much. "But wanna get together after classes?" he added, giving into the troubled expression of the young Gryffindor.

A delicate smile formed across her glossy lips at his words as she gave a quick nod in response. Harry smiled back, feeling better with himself now that she was okay. He knew she really liked him and he could tell, he hated making her feel harmed the slightest bit.

When they reached the common room Harry bidded Ginny goodnight before she left the girls dormoritory. "Night Harry." she smiled back at him before turning to scale the massive oak steps to her room.

When she was gone and out of ear shot Harry turned to the pair of eyes he felt glaring at him. "Why do you do this?" he asked looking angered.

"What? Walk your sister to the tower?" Harry asked hotly.

"I know you don't have feelings for her, Harry. Please don't pretend for her sake okay?"

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""Ah, Miss Hermione Granger. Please sit." Professor Dumbledore told the brunette waiting nervously before him. Hermione obeyed at once feeling grateful to be sitting anyway. Before Hermione could open her mouth to question as to why she was here, Dumbledore said. "You may be wondering why your here. And I do know that what you will hear tonight may sound shocking to you and you may not believe it at first but--"

"What is it?" Hermione blurted feeling all the same impatient and curious.

"But," he continued. "I think it's time you know who your true parents are, Miss Granger."

"Thats silly." Hermione stated in disbelief." I know who my 'true' parents are. They're muggles. I was a muggle born."

Dumbledore shook his head strongly and slowly at the Gryffindor. Hermione's face had become most frightened, she looked a bit shaken and found herself speechless before the Headmaster. It couldn't be true but why on earth would he tell a lie?

"Then who were my parents?"

"I believe..." He trailed off looking out the window and into the distance of the forever forest. "That it was about sixteen years ago..." he continued. "You were born among the followers of Lord Voldemort." he told her quietly, holding up a hand to shush what he knew was coming. "Your parents, dark wizards as they were, didn't expect to raise a child of any sort and on the 5th of October, they unwillingly received you."

Hermione's mouth dropped open in shock. What he was saying, it just couldn't be true. "Are you saying i was adopted?" she questioned, her chocolate brown eyes widened across her stunned expression.

"Fortunately your parents were closely related to Snape and when he heard the news of your birth he announced to me at once you were up for adoption." Dumbledore explained giving her a slow nod in completion.

"I don't understand." she stated with a slight quiver in her shaky voice. "You gave me to muggles?"

"Something told me that you would be a very capable and responsible student so--"

Hermione felt outraged but still didn't know quite what to think. "So your saying, all my life, I was ridiculed for being a mudblood when really I'm..." she trailed off, loosing her voice.

"A pureblood." he finished for her, though there was really no point. "But your muggle parents, they seemed so happy and willing to have a witch in the family. And they love you very dearly as if you were their own."

Hermione could no longer sustain her watery eyes from shedding a tear and the saltiness began to sting her flesh as one trickled down. She didn't want to cry in front of the Headmaster so she dropped her head in her hands in shame. This was a nightmare! Why did he have to have told her this? She would have gladly went about her life without this horrid fact that she was born of dark parents, haunting forever.

end chapter one . . x

that chapter was a lot longer than I hoped it to be =D I hope none of you got bored with it because it was indeed a very boring chapter XD don't worry it gets eventful soon... so review in the mean time if you want me to continue with it =D

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