A.N. Hey, this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. Please disregard (or tell me in your review) any spelling errors, I'm a horrible speller!. This fic is rated R for abuse. Thanks to my beta reader (and writing partner) Jane! Umm other than that enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did I wouldn't be sitting at my computer wishing that I did, I would be horseback riding and listening to Linkin Park!
P.S. the long sections in Italics are flashbacks!
Chapter One
Hermione waited silently in her bed. Even with all of the covers she felt so cold, nothing but cold inside and out. Why did it happen to her? Why had she never told anyone? It had been another one of those nights, so many had been like them over the past two years. Why couldn't it just stop? What had she done to deserve this?
During Hermione's 6th year at Hogwarts she had become rather close with a certain Ravenclaw prefect, Chase. He was an average boy, medium build, dark brown hair, beautiful chocolate brown eyes and he was slightly tanned. When their relationship first started Chase had been perfect, in every which way. He brought her flowers, studied with her, and basically did everything that a respectful boyfriend would... until that night. Apparently Hermione had gotten to close to Harry for Chase's liking and he invited her to an empty classroom that night to 'talk'. He beat her. Having taken advantage of the circumstances he bent down looking at her crumpled figure on the floor, then he whispered…
"If you tell even one person, mudblood" -- Hermione flinched -- "I won't be so kind as to leave you alive next time."
"Like hell, next time my ass." she weakly stated.
"I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that, mudblood." he told her. And with a swift kick in the ribs he disappeared through the dark wood door, silently moving towards his own common room.
That was the first of many, many beatings. They always ended the same. Hermione sat quietly in her bed, contemplating. Hogwarts, wasn't it supposed to be a safe place? But alas, for her, the castle that had been like a home away from home was not. Hermione had tried numerous times to escape Chase, avoiding him, staying close to Ron or Harry, but nothing ever worked, he always found her, and a reason to beat her worse than the last time. And now, in her 7th and final year at Hogwarts, Hermione was Head Girl. Draco Malfoy was Head Boy. They shared a common room, but nothing else, they only talked if it was necessary for an assignment and on good days, the other's presence would be acknowledged with a slight nod.
Hermione sighed. It just wasn't fair.
Throwing her feet over the edge of the comfortable bed, Hermione stood up and yawned. Noticing the fluffy cat purring on her plush red carpet Hermione smiled. Cats, their biggest problem is that one day their owner forgot to clean the litter box. How Hermione wished for the days before she had met Chase, the days when her problems raged from getting only an A on homework, and keeping Harry and Ron out of trouble. Hermione sighed again, and letting her smile fade, she gave a quick pat on the head to her cat, and began the chore of getting ready for classes.
Hermione quickly walked down her carpeted stairs, adjusting her neat ponytail. Suddenly she tripped over something left on the stairs found herself face down at the bottom of the length of stairs. Hermione opened her eyes, searching for the object that she tripped over.
"Damn it!" Hermione cursed, noticing her bag propped half way down the stairs. She heard a deep snort of laughter and cursed again under her breath. This was the very last thing that she needed.
"Could you get ANY more clumsy Granger?" asked a beautiful blonde boy sprawled on the fluffy green couch. Hermione looked up at the boy, her eyes burning with rage. Then suddenly her face softened, as she took a minute to study his face. Was it just her, or did his face seem slightly swollen? Over the years, Draco had matured both physically and mentally. He was a lean athletic Slytherin. Draco had beautiful features, eyes to die for and spiked white blonde hair. But that didn't mean that he had grown out of his snobbish attitude. But how could it be helped? He was god among the students and had a reputation... He was the kind of guy who could get any girl in his bed, even if it was only for one night. He thought women were worth one thing, and one thing only. Draco was no longer the pathetic, Death Eater's son that people only befriended because they were afraid not to. He was now desired by every female student in Hogwarts. It was rather sad that there were still the naive women all thought that they would be the different one, the one he wouldn't just throw away. All but one lonely Gryffindor.
"Stuff it Malfoy." Hermione said weakly, and throwing him a dark look, gathered her possessions and hurried from the common room.
She was running late, thanks to that encounter with Malfoy. It was either starve until lunchtime, or be late for class. The average person would have just waltzed into class late, on the excuse that people don't function well, especially in the mornings, without food. But being Hermione, she skipped breakfast instead and decided to hurry straight to her first class, Transfiguration, with the Hufflepuffs.
A.N. I know that it was really short, if you review it will be longer next time, promise. What do you think? Please review and tell me what you think will happen, what you want to happen or both. Till next time!