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Description: Things get nasty :( (fyi, I promise this will have a happy ending, I just thought I'd cover a few controversial topics to make it different?)

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Chapter two

Hermione Granger gasped slightly, wincing as she touched the black mark on the left side of her jaw carefully.

It had all happened so fast, one moment, she and Ron were heading off to an abandoned classroom, him lightly tugging her along by the sleeve of her robe.

She'd feared the worse, afraid Ron was upset with her, afraid he would maybe want to break off their relationship, it had started off being a careful, if slightly tense conversation, he'd been upset about something, very upset.

Hermione hated to admit it, but her memory of that conversation was slightly hazy, it seemed the bash on her face had clouded her memory slightly.

She remembered him slowly raising his voice, until they were screaming at each other, he'd been blaming her for everything, accusing her of cheating when she left to visit her parents, saying it was her fault he was always miserable.

She'd been so angry after that, infuriated that he was blaming everything on her. She fought back, screaming and calling him out on pointless little things she couldn't even remember.

And that was when he snapped.

One moment, she was turning away, heading for the door, taking a break.

The next, she was lying on the cool wood floor, clutching the side of her face as stars flew around her mind.

She barely had time to register what had happened before Ron was pulling her up and into his arms, asking if she was ok, checking her vision, and lightly kissing the bruise.

If she hadn't known any better, se almost would have thought she'd merely tripped and Ron had picked her back up.

He hadn't apologised, it was almost as if he wasn't going to acknowledge anything out of the ordinary had happened. He helped her cast her best concealment charm, and had walked her back to the common room, double and triple checking she was ok to walk, to eat.

She knew she should have felt angry, betrayed, this was exactly the kind of thing she was fighting against in one of her several campaigns, but all she felt was ashamed.

Hermione Granger, the strong Gryffindor princess, the brave heart, had been beaten down by her own boyfriend. The girl who fought for others welfare couldn't even protect her own.

She bit back sobs as she recast the charm after the blackening bruise, and smiled confidently in the mirror, hoping not to see through her own façade.

She counted to ten before pushing open the bathroom door, and smiling at the chattering girls who met her.


"What, so you and Pansy aren't together?!" Blaise asked his friend incredulously, as a sulky, curvy and beautiful Slytherin girl marched past them, her long black curls bouncing in her wake.

Draco shrugged, avoiding his ex-girlfriend's murderous glare as they headed down to the great hall.

"Why?!" Blaise prompted, looking at him expectantly.

Draco sighed and ruffled his hair, something he always did when he was nervous.

Over the summer his father had moved away, after being forced from the Malfoy manor by him and his mother. They knew his priorities had always been the Dark Lord and sex, hence why he had never been too fussed about saving his only son's life.

So Draco had disowned him, and was in the middle of going out of his way to prove how different from his father he could be.

He'd used a dangerous and experimental spell to remove his dark mark which had left him with a jagged white scar and an excruciatingly painful twinge in his wrist for months.

His hair, once perfectly in place and gelled down, again similar to his father's when he'd been young, was now tousled and stuck out at all angles, it was messy enough to rival Potter's, Blaise had once joked.

But Draco wasn't joking. He was eradicating his father from his life, and wanted to be rid of the man for the rest of it.

As they turned the corner and headed into the great hall, Draco realised he didn't have an answer to Blaise's question.

He wasn't entirely sure why he'd broken up with the beautiful, sexy, lustrous Pansy, it wasn't like there was anyone else.

He just didn't want her any more, Pansy reminded him of his past, the asshole he'd been, how pathetically desperate he'd been to impress his father, and he wanted to forget that like he was leaving his father.

He crashed into someone just as he and Blaise made their way into the great hall, and smirked ever so slightly when he realised who it was.

"Oh, Granger, again? Is it really that impossible for you to keep your hands off me?" He grinned as Hermione looked up to apologise.

His keen eyes immediately spotted the slight magical haze around her jaw, and he toyed with unveiling whatever facial monstrosity she was trying to hide.

He then realised that probably wasn't the best way to get into a girl's pants, at least not in front of this many people.

He waited a minute for a haughty come back, but none came, in fact, she was already half way down the corridor.

"I'll see ya Blaise," He said to his best friend, who was distracted by Peeves flying around meaninglessly.

"Hey, Granger wait up!" He called, jogging after her. She spun around to face him, mild irritation twitching at her features.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" She asked, sounding exhausted. He shrugged.

"I'll walk you back to your common room, here lemme carry your books." He grinned, deciding this was probably his best means of action.

With a sigh, Hermione passed him some of her textbooks and the pair made their way down the hallway.

"Well you sure have changed." Hermione mused, smiling slightly as Draco struggled with the extremely large volumes of magical dictionaries. He attempted a shrug, but almost lost a book in the process.

"Well, some things have to change Granger, blood doesn't matter, not anymore. I don't think it ever really did." He explained, as Hermione's smile grew wider.

"Wise words, especially from a ferret." She winked as he groaned at the nickname.

"Call me that again and I'll unveil that spot you're so desperately trying to conceal." He grinned, but then paused as he noticed Hermione's face falling instantly.

"You, you can see it?" She whispered, Draco was surprised, it wasn't like Hermione to get so worked up over a spot.

"No, I just,"

"Hermione, there you are. What are you doing hanging around with this pathetic ferret?" Ron Weasley interrupted, throwing an arm round his girlfriend as he glared at Malfoy. She shuddered and shrunk back, but Ron had a tight hold on her. Draco frowned slightly, that was unusual.

"No, no Ron, Malfoy's just borrowing some of my books, he was actually just leaving." She stuttered, lying quickly.

Ron nodded, satisfied and released his girlfriend.

"Good, I'm going down to dinner 'Mione, you tell me if he bothers you in any way?" She nodded slightly as Ron walked off, whistling down to the great hall.

When he was gone, Draco raised an eyebrow.

"What was that? Are things with you and the Weasel ok?" He demanded, moving in closer to face Hermione as she shied away, and Draco realised in shock that she was cowering.

"Everything's fine, I can take my books from here thanks." She said quickly, grabbing her heavy books out of his arms. It was at that moment that Peeves decided to pay them a much unwanted visit.

He swopped down, giggling and pretended to kiss Hermione's cheek.

"Hello little pretty witchy! Let's see what's under that little magic mask shall we?" He giggled as Hermione furiously tried to bat him away, but it was too late.

The spell was cast, and the glamour's Hermione had spent ages fixing just right, slipped away from her jaw, to reveal a large, ugly dark bruise for all to see.

Hermione gasped in shock, dropping her books as she ran away, covering her face with one hand as she tried to cast the glamour's with the other.

Draco stood, stunned into silence, until he finally awakened himself and grabbed up her books from the floor.

It couldn't be, her and the Weasel, they'd been friends since birth it seemed, and she'd said everything was fine…

He hurried after her, knowing he'd be too late to catch her before she went into the common room.

So instead he piled up her books, and began to write a short message on a scrap of parchment.

Hermione emerged from the bathroom, still a little shaken from the close call.

She didn't know if Draco had seen, it didn't matter anyway. Sure, maybe she had a few more bruises than she'd had the day before, but it didn't mean she or Ron had a problem.

It was all her fault really, she shouldn't have left him while he was still grieving, and she knew he'd be hurt beyond repair.

It was then that she heard he slight tapping at the dorm's window.

She looked out, and opened the latch, surprised to discover all of her books she'd dropped that afternoon hovering, enchanted to fly to her, outside her window.

There was only one person good enough at charms, maybe even better than her, who could have performed such a spell.

And sure enough, the note that accompanied the books simply read:

Clearly, we need to talk.
The owlery, half 8.

D

Great. Ron would freak.


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