Broken Smile.

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Well now time for the story.

Chapter summary: In this chapter Hermione gets in the taxi – it's a female driver. She sees Harry and Ronald's reaction to the bruises that just won't go away!


Chapter 3 – Of Trains and Taxi Drivers.

Hermione turned away from the direction of the wind and wiped just underneath her eyes, to try and wipe away the tears but she hurt her bruised eyes. She kept thinking about him and why he was like that, she flashed back to seeing him come at her hitting and hitting her again, she snapped out of her flashback to the sound of a horn.

She opened her eyes slowly and as the sun crept in; she put her hand over her forehead and saw the red taxi that she had waited for, for over 25 minutes.

She pulled her self and her very heavy case the door and threw it onto the back seat then she walked around the car to the passengers door and sat in.

"Hey love, Train station is it?" The friendly woman said, the steering wheel looked far to big for her and she resembled an old looking 13 year old.

Hermione smiled and nodded trying to keep her face turned away – but the woman insisted on eye contact and as soon as she saw the bruises that covered her face and arms and the fact that she was wearing clothes that looked almost 4 sizes to big for her, the woman's mouth dropped wide open and she remained that way for quite some time.

"Um, Do you know how much it would be approximately it will be for me to catch the taxi from here the station?" Hermione tried to ignore the fact that this woman was obviously staring at her.

After about 2 minutes of Hermione staring back at the taxi driver, she finally replied, "About £12.50, we have things to talk about don't we." She sounded nice but one thing Hermione learned form her father was that you can never judge a book from its cover – these words never came out of his cold, evil mouth they were just what she picked up from who she thought was her guardian – her protector.

"No, no we don't. I know you've noticed what I have all over my face. It's fine. I have dealt with the situation – I promise I am not trying to be rude but I'm kind of going to be late for my train." Hermione sounded as sweet and polite as she possibly could.

"I'm sorry Hun, but should you have to deal with it?" With that she turned out onto the road and continued on her way. "I struggled with domestic violence, except I'm sure you're not old enough for a husband so – it's your father right?"

Hermione took into account that she had scars running down her arms and automatically trusted her when she had said that she was abused by her husband, she also had a lot of respect that she didn't freak out at the sight of her and guessed that her un-deserving, bastard of a dad was behind all this, all this pain and suffering.

"Yeh, it was him." Hermione turned to look out at the passing trees.

"It's not just your face is it? How else does he hurt you?" Her eyes were half on the road and half on Hermione's face, and completely full of tears like she was about to cry just because someone had suffered with something she too had suffered with.

"He, he doesn't rape me!" Hermione allowed the tears to run freely down her face, "I hope he'd never do that," Her voice trembled and she breathed deeply and wiped her face softly, "He hit me every night, and before I rang for this taxi he beat me! Threw me around like nothing but a dog chew toy. My ribs are sore and practically snapped and all I thought to my self was die, pass out – leave me alone!"

Hermione was in hysterics due to her crying – she had never managed to tell anyone about what he does and she let it out freely. The taxi driver was crying as well, she smiled at her as well, not a sympathetic, stupid smile a nice, genuine and understanding smile.

"I lived with my husband for 4 years and he did all sort to me. I finally got out of it. But it took me ages to realise what he was doing to me wasn't right."

"I knew what he, he was doing was wrong. I knew he was wrong for bruising me! I told myself he was wrong and that I should have reported it, I didn't though. I – I, I shouldn't have left home. He might hit my mum!" Hermione burst into a harder cry, he tears stung her face but she couldn't stop, "He can't hurt her, I will not let him! He ruined everything else, he can't ruin this! I need to go back for her!" Hermione begged the driver to turn around but she couldn't bring her self to do it.

"I can't do that, I know how you feel! But you need to get out of this place! Leave for a while. He is torturing you even though your miles away from him!"

Hermione calmed her self down during the car ride and during the last 15 minutes she put on some make up to cover up her bruises.

She gave £12.50 to Jen, the taxi driver, but she couldn't allow her self to take it.

"Hey, Kid!" Hermione turned around and Jen gave her money back, "Good Luck! Stay safe!"

Hermione half smiled, and continued to drag her bag through the station. After buying a few drinks and a magazine she carried on to the platform.


Hermione looked around and in her head she mentally said good bye to the world she knew as home! Maybe she would never see this world again! And if she did, she certainly wouldn't be going back home.

She allowed herself to feel sorry for her mother and let out a few tears but contained her self so that she didn't have an emotional breakdown in the middle of the train station.

Looking up at the wall with the numbers '9' and '10' either side of it. She smiled – a comforting smile for herself. And ran into the wall.


"Oh my god! What are you two doing here?" Hermione couldn't contain her excitement to se her best friends standing and waiting on the other side of the passage. She completely forgot about the pain in her side and the bruises that covered her body, and her face.

"…" Ron and Harry's face's dropped at the sight of Hermione, and they fell silent.

Hermione stood in-between the two astonished boys and they made their way in silence to the 'Hogwarts Express.'

After a few minutes of sitting on the train in their usual compartment, in silence, they heard Malfoy and his pose getting on.

They walked past the cart – looking in to see who was sitting in the compartment that always held them.

Luckily Hermione had just finished covering up her face so that nobody but Harry and Ron could see what had happened to her. She knew she had to tell them about what he had done to her, she knew she had to do it soon, and she knew that they would defiantly ask questions, she was completely and utterly positive that she was going to cry and she was certain that they were going to be off with her.

"I know what's on your minds, and believe me I want nothing more than to tell you, but give me time please." Hermione already felt the tear welling in her eyes and she knew that it wasn't going to be long before she would be in floods.

"What the fuck happened?" Harry asked, moving her hair out of her face to see a small bruise, Hermione moved her head away and covered her forehead back up.

"For a few years now, I… I, I've been," Hermione was now crying, the flashbacks to the first time he ever hit her.


Flashback

"Hermione! Hermione get your pathetic ass here now! Your in trouble!" Her dads voice rang in her ears.

"What is it?"

"How many times? How may times do you have to be told!" He was angry – angrier than he ever had been.

He edged closer and closer – he was practically gliding across the tiled kitchen. Her mother was at work and the house was empty – it was silent. The walls echoed with the first blow to the cheek.

The slap was so loud and so hard that Hermione had no instinct reaction, she just stood there her face glued to one side – a hand print formed and she was shocked.

But he didn't stop there; oh she sure as hell wished he had though.

"Will this make you learn?" He took off his belt and Hermione was immediately in tears.

He took the belt and raised far from his side, and swung it straight down onto her shoulder, falling to the floor she hit her head on the cabinet, and had a gash – it bled for a while. Now she was lead on the floor he kept beating her with the belt, over and over again.

She was crying continually – he smiled while he hit her, not with the belt, No, with his wedding hand. The hard gold against her cheek bones caused the worst pain ever in her life. Within 15 minutes of the first battle starting he came to a stop.

"Your mother needs not to know about this, ok?" His course, out of breath voice flew over her like a dark cloud.

Lying there, her head bleeding and with small bruises already forming on her face Hermione didn't manage getting up for about 25 minutes.

End Of Flashback


"My, my dad …"

"He beat the crap into the peaces of shit that did this to you!" Ron interrupted, which caused Hermione to cry even harder than she was already.

"I so wish that was it Ron, no that's not it!" Hermione couldn't help but shout, she couldn't talk over her self crying so much.

"No – my, my dad. He, he's the one that did this to me." Hermione showed them her swollen rib, and told them about her wounds not being able to be cured by the cure spell.

"Hermione – your dad? I know you have had a shit time and stuff but your dad? He is nice as hell to you, and us! Every time I told him about my aunt and uncle he was so sympathetic. I just can't see your dad doing this to you." Harry explained himself but this just made Hermione mad.

"So this is a figment of my imagination is it Harry? The fact that I can't take deep breaths is a lie? The fact that I lie on the floor after being hit, I watch my dad sit at the dinner table with his red fist, is it all a lie? Is my mother's reaction false? Are these crocodile tears? Is this mascara? No!" Hermione couldn't shout although she tried.

Hermione was alone and this was the first time she realised. Ron gave a disproving look that said that he agreed with Harry.

Hermione cried harder than ever.

"I tried so, so hard not to tell you because of this. I have put up with it for years. Every time I enjoy my self I know ill go back to that! When I laugh I fear for my welfare when I get home. I can't smile, without thinking about what he might do!" Hermione wiped her tears, showing the cuts and bruises slightly, "I needed you to believe me, I needed you to help me. To save me."

"God as my witness I will kill you!"


Well that's chapter three, poor Hermione! Isn't Harry a twat!

Chapter 4 will be soon – as soon as I have finished!

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