Authors Note: This is my first story, so any feedback good or bad will be appreciated. this story is written by both me and my cousin who is currently writing a novel, so thanks to her. And thanks to you guys for reading!

Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does. I don't own any characters in this fanfiction, I do own the plot.

"Worthless! No one wants you, you don't mean anything to just my little whore, your no good for anything else!"His words reverberated around my skull as I cowered in fear on my bed. He grabbed a shard of glass from the broken bottle he had smashed against the wall and advanced towards me, a menacing gleam in his eyes. He yanked up my t-shirt and traced my existing scars with the sharp glass point drawing them open again, it was still wet with alcohol and stung as he drew blood but I refused to cry. He growled a low cracking sound from the back of his throat as I withered on the bed and he brought the shard once again to my lower abdomen.

I don't really know what happened after that, it was all a quick blur and all I remember is a searing pain on my stomach, so sharp a white light burned brightly behind my eye-lids. He left the room with a satisfied huff and closed the door behind him. I looked down to where the pain had been and saw the word 'WORTHLESS' scratched and sliced into my flesh. The letters were blurred from both the blood from the scars and the tears which were now falling uncontrollably from my eyes. What had happened to me...?

I woke up with a start, still shaking,in the heads carriage of the Hogwarts express, what HAD happened to me? I slowly pulled up my loose fitting t-shirt in the hope that it really was just a dream, but there it was, clear as day, the letters that he had carved into my skin, only beginning to scab over. I could tell that I was going to have a mark there the rest of my life... I guess that was his intention all along. I should have run when it first started, but I was scared, what would he do if he found me? The worst part is I still love him even after all he's done, I mean he's still my dad. He was lonely after mum left, he started drinking and I wasn't his daughter anymore, I was a girl waiting to be used as a punchbag... And other things, but I can't think about that. It still confuses me how could he? Why would he want to? I mean I am worthless just like he said. Or he's trying to make me feel worthless. I say trying... I mean succeeding.
Just then the heads carriage door slid open, I sat up with a start re-arranging my top to cover the marks. In the doorway stood Draco Malfoy 'the arrogant prat' I thought to myself as he swaggered towards me. He tried to smile at me, but it turned into more of a grimace. Probably because he wasn't used to smiling, besides I rarely saw him attempt to.
" Umm...hermione?" He said reluctantly, not looking at me, as if he was embarrassed about something.
"Yes?" I muttered refusing to look him in the eye, that ALWAYS made things worse. I learnt that over the summer...
"I'm sorry about everything which has happened... Y'know between Potter, Weasley, you and me... Erm" he coughed slightly before continuing "I know what I did wont be forgotten but I just hope you can forgive me"
I was shocked to say the least, but slightly confused. It was as if he was suggesting a truce with Harry Ron and I. Why would Malfoy want to be civil with Harry and Ron, let alone me after everything he had done during the Great Battle?
"Ok" I said bluntly, hoping he took it as a sign to piss off.
He sat down in front of me and I sat up a little straighter,irritated all of a sudden.
"Did you need something else, ferret?" I instantly regretted the insult I had flung at him but I kept my face straight all the same. He however winced a little but answered me anyway as if he had heard nothing. He leant forward a little and rested his forearms on his legs. He narrowed his eyes slightly as if studying a piece of cake before devouring it. His eyebrows shot up instantly and he moved forward a little more to get a closer look at my face. Crap... He'd noticed the slight bruising which was visible under my eyes travelling down my neck. He lifted up his hand as if he was about the stroke the tender marks but thought better of it and instead said
"Hermione... W-what happened to you?"
I looked down, my hair falling in front of my face and around my neck, covering the swelling.
"Nothing Malfoy... Please just go away."
"No, not until you tell me what happened." He replied stubbornly as he studied my face. He was acting like he almost cared.
"P-please just leave me alone..." I mumbled dejectedly sliding down in my seat, my voice catching in my throat. I saw him look at me, concerned, one last time.
"Fine!" He huffed before turning to look out of the carriage window.
The journey passed with no more incidents but I did notice him send me a few worried glances now and again. I don't see why... He obviously hated me... Supposedly. The train came to a stop after five hours of awkward silence and I leaned up to get my case from the luggage racks because of course it wouldn't be fair to let the house elves get it. However, I had forgotten about the scabs on my stomach and the action of reaching up and lifting a heavy suitcase was something that they were not happy with; i felt them rip and a hot liquid oozed its way down my abdomen, staining my white shirt.
"Shit." At my curse Malfoy turned to look at me and I begged he wouldn't see, but he did. Of course.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong now?" He said with a pained expression as he saw the blood stain on my shirt.
"Nope." I replied before he could help me with the case. I started running out of the carriage and using Scorgify I rid my shirt of the repulsive stain.

I headed out onto the platform where I promised I would meet Harry and Ron so we could enter the feast together, because apparently we are quite the celebrities now and Harry needed the moral support. Personally I think Ron just wants even more attention, but I didn't mention this thought to them.

"Hi Ron, hi Harry!" I said putting on my excitable first year façade.
"Hi Mione." They chorused, "So how was your summer, you didn't owl us the whole time?"
"It was great...Urm yeah great..." I replied, avoiding their eyes, "what about you guys?" I asked trying to get the attention off me.
"I mean, it was horrid at the start but I went to the burrow with Ron later and they all said it wasn't my fault that Fred..." He gave a worried glance to Ron "yeah it was okay I suppose..."
"And you?" I gestured towards Ron.
"Well it was crap to be honest." He said shortly "and we tried to play Quidditch but we were one player short...and..." He stopped to take some deep breaths, he looked on the verge of tears so I wrapped my arms around him, even if it was a bit of a stiff embrace he seemed better off.
I felt really guilty, I had hardly even thought about the war the whole holidays, I mean I was a bit distracted but still. And I couldn't get contact with anyone because my dad took my wand so I couldn't heal myself, he said "A freak like you should be ugly as we'll as worthless..."
"You'll never guess what happened to me on the train," I said mysteriously as we pulled to a stop.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Malfoy-"
"If he hurt you ill kill him with my bare hands-evil ferret faced-git-!" Ron started.
"If you're quite finished," I interrupted in the most condescending tone I could muster, "Actually he apologised to me, as well as you two, and asked for a sort of truce, what do you think?"
They both looked a little confused before they registered what I had just said; their reactions were exactly what I had expected.
"Hhmmpph!" Ron grunted, whist Harry shrugged at me as if to say 'I dunno?'
"For Merlins sake!" I muttered before carefully stepping down from the carriage to avoid another blood stain, and walked swiftly off towards the castle.