Chapter 1

Scars

(A/N: This is my first piece for fanfiction I have ever written. Please review my work and try to stay away from flames)

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Hermione Granger; a seventh year student walked up to the Hogwarts express trying not to be seen. Her bushy brown hair was unkempt and her face sullen with fear. She hated him. Her long black robes covered her bruises along her arms and her body. Before getting in the car Hermione had used a simple muggle item called concealer to cover up the damage he had done to her face.

Ever since she was born she hated him. Her mother had always been around so she usually had nothing to worry about. That was until she left one night. Her mother's life had gone down hill ever since she started experimenting with drugs from the pressure of work. Late one August night she returned home wasted and lying on the floor unable to move. Doing the only reasonable thing, Hermione called the cops and her mother was taken to a rehab center.

Sweat poured down her face that night. She locked herself in her room just to be sure her father couldn't get in.

Flashback:

"Help me! Help! Someone; help" A hard blow across Hermione's face stopped her from crying. She knew no one could hear her, for she was all alone; with him. Her sight was blinded by the tears that had now formed in her eyes.

He had pushed her up against the wall and started kissing her again. He slipped his tongue into her mouth forcefully and she bit down on it; struggling to free herself.

"Fuck you bitch!" She heard him crash into something by her room as she felt herself squirming and fighting against his hard grasp on her hands. She brought her leg up and hit him where it hurt the most. His hands grasped her harder

"Let me go!" Hermione yelled pain and hurt in her words.

End Flashback

When ever they were alone he would take out his problems on her. She always used to forget about it when Hogwarts started again the next year. But never before had he abused her so harshly. She couldn't confide in anyone what he had done to her last night. She felt as if nothing else belonged to her; as if her body was not her own. He had done the worst possible thing to deny her of herself. Rape.

Tears appeared on the corners on her eyes as she remembered how he had done it. Hermione was flipping through her advanced transfiguration book trying to take her mind off of her troubles when her father slammed open her door with rage causing it to break.

She closed her eyes not wanting to remember any more. The tears fell more freely now as she shut her eyes and ran; not looking where she was going.

"Watch it you mudblood bitch!" A cold Slytherin voice yelled. Hermione looked up and found herself face to face with none other than Draco fucking Malfoy.

She ran past him not failing to notice his shiny head boy badge. Locking herself into the first compartment she could find, Hermione took her pocket knife out. Hesitantly she rolled up the sleeves of her robes. This was all her fault; she couldn't take it anymore. Extending the longest blade she cut her left wrist watching the blood seep out. It felt good to do this. Above the cut she made another gash again, this time deeper. The sight of her own blood caused her head to throb, and slowly she fell over into a faint.

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Draco Malfoy proceeded down the train in a foul mood after being called to the front of the train by professor McGonagall. He supposed this was some stupid head business. Although he still didn't know who the head girl was.

"Your late!" Professor McGonagall snapped angrily shutting the door directly behind him. "And where is Mrs. Granger?"

"What! She is head girl!" Draco spat fuming trying to cover up the real expression he almost let out. His stomach flip flopped over. No, he hated Granger. His hormones were driving him crazy.

"Well don't just stand there!" She barked angrily, hands on her hips. "Go get her then… we haven't got all day!" Draco stood there for a second before McGonagall left and cursed. It would be impossible to find bloody Granger on the train. She did look different today that's for sure. Her hair looked as if she hadn't showered in weeks. Some filthy mudblood habit, no doubt.

Draco opened compartment after compartment looking for the right one. He was almost about to give up when he tried to swing open the one on his right. It was locked. Taking his wand from his robe pocket he muttered a quick charm as the lock broke and the door opened.

Blood was all over the floor and there she lay. Her deep honey brown eyes were now colorless, her skin pale; cold as ice. Then he saw her wrists. Why had she done this? Perfect Granger? Draco was just about to yell for a teacher when she stirred. He watched her open her eyes; waiting for an explanation.

"Shit MALFOY!" She yelled her eyes wide, covering up her arms with her robes again. "GET OUT!" He didn't move.

"I said GET OUT!" She repeated again loudly. Not knowing what to do, he preformed a silencing charm on the compartment and the door was locked behind them. He bent over and ran his finger along her wounds. Her face knotted up in pain. "Ouch! that hurt! you dont have to hold my arm that hard!"

"Quit being such a baby. if you didnt have such an apparent problem cutting yourself, then i wouldnt have to clean up after you. I might suggest you clean up that disgusting hair filthy mudblood," draco snarled holding her arm in his as he bandaged it up with a few spells he had learned.

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