Teenage Tragedy

Chapter One: Promises Are Made

Hermione was getting ready to leave for Kings Cross Station when her father walked into her room.

'Hermione! Get your arse ready so we can go!' her father yelled as he punched her in the face. A loud crack was heard as her nose broke from the force. Quickly she backed away and hurried into the bathroom to inspect the newsy damage. Her lower face was covered in blood, while the bridge of her nose was quickly bruising. She took out her wand and said a quick concealment charm to hide the evidence of what had just transpired. She waved her wand again while muttering appearo reparo and suddenly her hair, make-up, and clothes were how they had looked before her father had come. She grabbed her trunk and carried it down the large marble staircase. At the bottom, with keys in hand, stood a very unhappy Brian Granger.

She followed her father out of the Granger Manor to their silver Volvo convertible. As she was getting out of the car her father grabbed her thigh and said,

'Remember girl, you tell, you die,' he said menacingly. With a quick, hard slap on her crotch he let her go. She walked away after nodding, silent tears floating unshed in her eyes. She didn't want to face Harry and Ron so she went straight to the heads' compartment to meet her fellow head student. When she arrived at the red door with black tinted windows labeled Head's Compartment on a golden plaque, she slid open the door to reveal…

'Malfoy?' she asked, her voice raspy from not being used for the past three months.

'Granger,' he said casually, 'What's wrong with your voice?'

'Nothing is wrong with it, ferret boy!' she snapped at him.

'Will you stop fucking calling me that!' he screamed, standing up and walking towards her menacingly. AS he did this she backed up into the far corner of the compartment.

When she started to whimper he realized he was scaring her and immediately softened his expression into one of concern,

'Granger… Hermione what's wrong?' he asked, only concern and worry in his voice.

'N-nothing…E-everything is f-fine.' She stuttered out.

'No, nothing is fine. You are crying, and you never cry.' He stated matter-of-factly.

'Never you mind Malfoy!' She sobbed out.

'I will find out, I will, I promise you that Hermione, I promise you that.' He whispered as he pulled her into his chest.

'I know' she whispered back barely audible, but he still heard it, as she snuggled deeper into his warm, safe embrace.

After sobbing into Draco's chest for an hour, Hermione eventually fell into a restless sleep. Draco, after watching her sleep for about half an hour dozed off as well. Little did they know their problems were only going to be getting worse, if the pair of blue jealous rage filled eyes watching them sleep had anything to do with it.

A/N Hey people I know that I haven't updated my other story in a few months but im just stuck on what to write so I decided to write this story here. Please review. I need to know whether or not to continue this story or if I should write something else instead! PLEASE REVIEW!!!

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