This story is not DH compliant. It takes place in their seventh year, and Voldemort been defeated in their sixth year. The rating is T for now, but it might be changed to M in later chapters. This story, if continued, will be a long one. My main focus in this is not on how she gets out of her abusive relationship, but how she got in, what stopped her from doing anything about it, and later on, how she recoveres with some help from our favorite blonde Slytheren. =) I'm not going to immediatly jump into the HG/DM attraction/secretly fantasies/secret crushes. That is something that will take time to develop and will be in much later chapters. Anyways, if you read this, please don't forget to review!
Prologue
She lay sprawled on the floor by her bed, listening to the heavy sound of Aliks boots making their way down the stairs. She kept silent, waiting until she heard the slam of the portrait door, signaling his exit. As soon as the echoes faded away, she gave a shaky inhale of breath before curling up into a fetal position and wailing like in injured animal. Her body trembled and shook as she sobbed, both in hurt and in agonizing confusion. As she felt herself losing grip of herself, Crookshank's warm wet nose poked at her cheek. She opened her eyes to see the huge face of her beloved cat, looking as concerned for his master as a cat could look.
As she sat up to pet him, he stepped up into her lap and pushed his faced into her stomach. She held him for a moment, before anger took over and she pushed him aside. She used the bed to hoist her injured body up to take a look at the damage done to her room.
Her nightstand was in shards by her bed, and the books that had filled it lay destroyed all around it. The bag she had used to carry her books had been kicked several times off to the side, contents emptied out and strewn everywhere. Ink stained her carpet from where it spilled from the bottle. On the other side of the room, her bookcase had been pushed down on top of the fallen pile of books. Random objects from her lack of desire to clean added to the mess Alik left behind.
With a groan of pain, she stood up, grunting when her numb body protested against this unwanted movement. All she wanted to do was lie down and take a nice long nap, but she couldn't. She had patrols soon.
It used to hurt. She could remember the shock of the first time he had slapped her across the face, and how sore her leg had been when he had kicked her for the first time. The first couple of times he had beaten her had left her crying in pain. Now, it no longer hurt. Now, the only thing she felt was numbness. What hurts is the memory of his normally chocolaty brown eyes clouded over in fury. What hurts the most is that she could never figure out exactly what she had done wrong.
As she walked into the bathroom she and Draco shared, she tied her unruly brown hair into a ponytail and turned on the water. As she rinsed the water off her face, she caught a look of who she had become.
A large, darkening mark covered the left side of her face from where he had punched her. Yes, punch. No longer was he slapping her like he used to. Blood streamed from her nose and the fading bruise on her eye showed evidence of the last time he had hit her. She could feel the throbbing in her stomach from where he had thrown the book she was reading at. When she looked down at her hands, the marks from his nails left deep imprints, like animal scratches. When she looked back up, she saw the worst of it all…the person she had let herself become.
Her normally beautiful bronze skin looked lifeless and pale against her now very thin, almost gaunt face. Her eyes were bleak and empty. Then she noticed just how loose her clothes had begun to fit. She balled her fists in anger at herself.
She was Hermione bloody Granger for Merlin's sake! She battled Death Eaters! She helped defeat Voldemort! She has faced things a seventeen girl should never have to face and here she was letting some little bastard control her as if she were a puppet! The icy hot fury filled her heart as she let out an angry blood curdling scream at the pathetic girl she saw in the mirror.
The last thing she remembered of that night was the feel of her small fist going through the mirror, shattering the image of the girl she was now.
A/N: Please don't forget to review and tell me of any mistakes I might have made, compliments, opinions, ideas, or even flames. Thank you for reading!
