A/N I own nothing!!!! Wish I did.

"Get off of me you stupid mudblood! You're getting my robes dirty!" I stood up quickly, and backed against the train.

Looking down, I mumbled, "I'm sorry Malfoy" and walked away.

My trunk never seemed so heavy. I finally found an empty carriage and settled in.

I laid my head against the cool window waiting for the carriages to start moving toward the castle.

The door to my right opened and another person came in and sat down, but I didn't bother opening my eyes, I knew they wouldn't talk to me. They never do.

Whoever it was, smelled amazing. Like right after it rains, and fresh grass, and clean wood. It was strange, they smelled… real. I was starting to enjoy it.

I must have fallen asleep, because I awoke to someone shaking my shoulder roughly. I opened my eyes slowly, looking around an empty carriage.

Whoever was in here wasn't anymore. However, the wonderful smell was. I carried my trunk into the entry hall, and trudged up to the head's common.

I told the portrait the password, evanescent memory, and walked through.

I needed a shower before dinner. I was exhausted. I went into my room, and was once again blown away, by the beauty of such a simple room.

I grabbed a towel from the cabinet and walked into the giant bathroom, I went towards the shower before I realized someone had already been in here.

There was still steam on the mirrors and the floor was slightly wet. I stepped into the shower and felt my stomach drop, it smelled exactly like the person in the carriage.

Malfoy was in the carriage? Why didn't he say anything? He usually said something rude.

'Oh well' I though to myself.

I took my shower and stepped out, and stopped dead in my tracks. There stood Malfoy, staring with his mouth open.

I looked down. There were cuts and bruises all over my body, from my father; either clothes or a concealment charm usually hid them.

However, I was exposed to my fullest, not hearing anyone come in.

"Malfoy! What are you doing in here?" I asked my face down, I could feel myself blushing.

No one was supposed to see me like this. "I'm sorry herm- I mean, granger, I didn't know you were in here. I'm terribly sorry"

I could tell he meant it. But I didn't understand why. He had always hated me, made me feel less than human on more than one occasion.

"Its okay I suppose." I reached over to grab my towel.

"What's that?" he asked pointing to my wrist. It had cuts and gashes all along it. "Nothing" I told him, grabbing my towel and covering myself with it.

"It doesn't look like nothing," he said, raising one perfect blonde eyebrow.

"Why do you even care? You have treated me worse than a dog for years, why should today be any different? It's partly your fault they're there anyway! Why should you care about anyone but yourself, and your death eater father?"

I yelled, hearing my voice start to crack ass tears came to my eyes. I looked down again; not allowing myself to stare into is gray-blue eyes any longer.

Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my by the arms and pinned my against the wall.

I felt tears come into my eyes as memories I didn't want rushed through my head. My breathing sped up, and the tears started falling freely as he got in my face and started yelling.

"You don't know shit about me or my father! You don't know anything, your nothing more than a filthy slut, you mean nothing to everybody, if you ever come near me I will fucking kill you, you stupid fucking mudblood!"

He grabbed my face so I would look into his eyes. As I stared into his eyes, all I saw was a cold anger.

But soon it changed, the longer he stared at me, the more vulnerable he started to look. I saw his eyes scan my face, full of bruises no doubt.

His eyes lingered over my lips. Feeling self-conscious, I licked my lips. It was a habit I had picked up from my sister. Whenever I'm nervous, I lick my lips.

This made him stare harder. He was truly gorgeous. His blonde hair hung in his face. He had a strong jaw line, and high cheekbones.

The tears were still falling from my eyes; I didn't know what Malfoy was capable of. I didn't know what his plan was for me yet, but I knew what he had said was true. I was nothing.

"Please don't cry Hermione. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it." I could see the pain in his eye, but I did not know why it was there.

"Yes you did. If you didn't, you would not have said it. However, I understand. You are right, I am nothing, I'm less than nothing."

I looked down at the cuts and scars on my wrist, wondering why I was telling him this.

I looked back up at him. He continued to stare into my eyes. I closed mine as I felt his lips softly press against mine.

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