Bent not Broken

by dracomalfoyzgirlfriend

After the death of her parents shortly after the war, Hermione Granger believes herself broken with no help of being fixed. When she runs into Draco Malfoy by chance in a muggle bar, he is determined to fix the Golden Girl, and prove that he is no longer the boy he used to be.

1. Prologue

Hi! I thought of this story in the middle of the night when I was trying to fall asleep. I decided to write it down before I lost it. This is the first story I'm posting, I might post my others, but I haven't decided yet. I haven't written much in this story just yet, but I will try to post updates regularly. Please let me know what you think, I'm always open to suggestions! :D

Prologue

The picture was taken one year from the day. A teenage girl sitting piggy- back on an older mans back, her arms wrapped around his neck, both grinning at the camera. A woman, about the same age as the man, was kissing his cheek. The photograph was a depiction of how close the family truly was.

Hermione remembered the day the photo was taken. Her parents had surprised her by taking her to Greece. The trip was their graduation gift to her since they could not be present for her graduation ceremony. She remembered her mother handing the camera off to a random tourist, asking for a picture. She remembered taking her father by surprise when she'd jumped on his back. She remembered her mother's giggle when her husband had almost fallen over. She remembered the happiness she has felt as her mother kissed her father's cheek. She remembered the feeling of belonging she had felt when the picture was snapped. She had felt content.

Hermione felt anything but content as she stood in the bathroom. She glanced up to meet her own eyes in the mirror. She took in her appearance. The black dress Ginny had picked out for her, the pearls that had once belonged to her grandmother, and her hair.

Her long hair. The same hair from the picture. When she was still happy. Long hair was for happy people. Hermione Granger was NOT happy.

Hermione pulled her wand out of her dress and conjured a pair of scissors. She didn't hesitate in putting them to her hair. Cutting away the last piece of herself her parents would've recognized.

Once she had finished, Hermione waved her wand once more, successfully vanishing the scissors. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, ran a hand through her now shoulder length hair, and dropped the photograph on top of the hair that had gathered on the counter. She turned, and without looking back, walked away, leaving the last shreds of the old Hermione lying on the bathroom counter. A single tear ran down her cheek.

Hermione Granger was officially broken.