Disclaimer: I do not own Draco, Hermione or any of the other Harry Potter characters. I only own the plot, Jason, Celeste and any other unfamiliar characters.

A/N: Ok, so this is an idea that's kind of been building in my brain for awhile but I'm not entirely sure as to where it's going so please bear with me. Oh, by the way, the story is going to be in Hermione's POV, at least for now. Hope you like it!

Chapter 1: Save Me

"Whore!"

I hit the ground heavily from Jason's devastating blow. I touched my stinging cheek gently with my fingertips and felt tears well up in my eyes.

"Jason, I swear, nothing happened!" I cried to my boyfriend. He kicked me in the stomach in response.

"You're lying!" He yelled in fury. "I bet you slept with him, didn't you, you slut?"

"No, Jason!" I moaned. "We were only working on a project! Nothing happened!"

Jason paused, taking a look at me, his battered and crying girlfriend.

"Alright," he said slowly before raising his hand threateningly. "But if I find out you're lying to me…"

"I'm not!" I cried. "I swear it!"

Jason nodded and pulled me to my feet. He cradled my face in his hands.

"See what you made me do?" He asked softly. "See what happens when you do things with other boys?"

I nodded, closing my eyes as the tears streamed down my face. Jason wiped them away gently with his thumbs and kissed my lips softly.

"Now, you won't ever do anything with that guy but work, will you?" He asked and I shook my head slowly. "Good. That's what I like to hear. Now, let's go to bed."

Jason took my hand and led me to my bedroom. I was Head Girl, so I had my own huge bedroom and I shared a bathroom and common room with the Head Boy, a kind Ravenclaw boy named Shawn. I had quickly become friends with Shawn, which made things so much easier because we, naturally, had to spend a lot of time together. We patrolled the halls several times a week, had meetings with the Prefects and worked together in every class. Earlier tonight, we had been sitting next to each other in the common room, working on an assignment, when Jason had stormed in, furious. He had thrown Shawn out of the common room before unfairly accusing me of being unfaithful.

I entered my bedroom and changed in to my pyjamas slowly, avoiding touching any of the many bruises and cuts that colored my skin. I eased myself in to bed and felt Jason get in behind me. He pressed himself against my back and wrapped an arm tightly around my waist. I winced in pain as he put pressure on the fresh bruise growing on my abdomen.

"What?" Jason questioned harshly, as if daring me to mention the pain he had caused.

"Nothing," whispered I. Jason smiled.

"Good," he said. "Goodnight, 'Mione. I love you."

I said nothing and I felt Jason put more pressure on my stomach.

"Love you too," I hissed and relaxed as he eased his grip. I lay there quietly and wide-awake as Jason fell asleep immediately. Only when I was sure that he was fast asleep did I let fresh tears come. What had I done to deserve this? I wasn't a bad person, so why was this happening to me?

I remembered when it had all started. Over a year ago on the first day of 6th year was the very first time I had met Jason Brenin, a kind and sweet fellow Gryffindor. I had seen him around the common room before but had only really talked to him on that train ride to Hogwarts. There had been no empty compartments left so I had invited him in to the one I was sharing with Harry and Ron. We had started a conversation and ended up talking and laughing for the entire train ride. When we reached Hogwarts, Jason had asked me out and I, of course, accepted. We had started dating steadily soon afterwards.

Everything had been terrific for the first few months. Jason had been so sweet and loving, showering me with gifts and kisses. However, things had eventually started getting bad. Jason started getting angry a lot for little things and yelling at me all the time. I dismissed it as the stress of 6th year studies and brushed away my friends' offers to talk about it. I told them it was temporary, it would go away. But it didn't go away. Instead, it got worse. The first time Jason hit me, it shocked us both. He had apologized over and over and had tried to make it up to me, promising that it would never happen again. But it did happen again. And again. And again. He started beating me up and screaming at me for the littlest things, such as being five minutes late to meet him or looking at another guy.

Jason's jealousy and anger increased and his beatings grew more severe as time passed. Every time after beating me up, Jason would say something like, "See what you made me do?" and I would apologize, truly believing that it was my fault. I tried my hardest to make him happy and obey him, always doing what he liked and letting him control me, but nothing made him happy. He still beat me. He never raped me, he never needed to. I gave myself to him willingly in an attempt to make him happy. For awhile, it did, but then sex started getting violent too and I didn't want to do it anymore. He would beat me until I agreed to.

Obviously, friends noticed. They constantly asked me what was wrong and I always told them nothing. I was terrified to tell them what Jason was doing me. I thought that if I told anyone, he would beat me again, maybe even kill me. Besides, if I told them, Jason would get in to trouble, which I didn't want. Sure, he beat me, but I loved him. It was my fault anyway. If I were a better girlfriend, he wouldn't hurt me. I tried my hardest to be a better girlfriend, I really did, but nothing satisfied him.

I sobbed silently for awhile before drifting off in to an uneasy sleep. Just before I fell in to darkness, I prayed for someone, anyone, to help me, save me.

A/N: There you have it. I'm really sorry if it's terrible, I can't tell, I've never written anything like this before. I know it's pretty depressing and boring but I figured I needed to give you some history on the situation before I went in to the actual story. Please review and tell me what you think!