Lonely Thoughts

A/n Sooooo. I'm trying to make my chapters longer. This one took a while to write, because I wasn't exactly sure if I wanted that much confrontation. Just bear with me, that I'm still a little new at this.. So I promise it will get better. I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, even if I wish I did. It all belongs to the lovely J.K. Rowling.

Hermione woke up on the day that it was time to go back to Hogwarts, she thought back to the last couple of weeks and how her life had changed so much.

She looked down at her wrists and noticed several more scars going up and down both of her arms, with a saddened sigh. She just wanted it all to end. After that first night that her dad came and ripped all of her innocence from her, he visited her frequently at night, not even giving her a chance to cry.

She was lucky if she got a few moments alone to herself before her dad came home to hurt and beat into her that she needed to be strong. She got up gingerly from her bed, seeing as her body was sore from the night before and walked over to her trunk, that was packed with school supplies and clothes, and other books that she wanted to take.

She pulled out a long sleeve shirt that was green and silver. And a pair of black skinny jeans with black flats. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself before deciding that she looked at least semi decent. She then proceeded to take her wand out of her pocket and she cast a straightening charm on her hair, making it fall loosely to her back.

Fifteen minutes later Hermione was ready to leave the house in hopes that her father was still asleep. She crept over to the door turning the door knob when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She flinched when the hand clamped on her shoulder, gripping one of her many bruises. She slowly turned around to face her dad, who had a deranged look in his eyes.

"D-daddy." She stuttered looking up into her father's black eyes.

"Now now Hermione, I know you didn't think about leaving without telling me goodbye did you?" Michael Granger asked leaning down to give his daughter a hug.

As he kissed her neck he whispered in her ear. "Don't tell anyone about this you little bitch, or I promise you that it will be the last thing you do." Before he let her go, he gave her one more squeeze, inflicting more pain on her, before he let her go. "Don't do anything Hermione Jane. I'll be in your head for the rest of the year."

Giving his daughter one last deranged look, Michael Granger walked out of the room and upstairs to his room.

Hermione let out a muffled sob, and walked out of her house to the apparition point, making sure that none of the muggles saw her, as she apparated out of there to King's Cross Station.

Draco's pov….

Draco Malfoy walked onto platform 9 ¾ thinking about how is summer went. He had a tough summer what with the war ending and his father in Azkaban. His mother told him that blood didn't matter and that he should treat everyone equally. He told her that he would try, but old habits die hard. He walked onto the train, in search of his best friend Blaise Zabini, and found him inside one of the compartments by himself waiting for Draco. Blaise looked up upon hearing the door open and smirked as he saw his best friend. "Hey Draco. Had a good summer?"

"Blaise you know as well as I do, that you had about as bad a summer as I did." Draco said as he sat down on the seat.

"So I heard that you got head boy Draco. Are you quite happy with that outcome, especially when you know that a certain brunette is going to be head girl?" Blaise asked again, giving Draco another smirk.

"Yes Blaise. I know that that stupid mudblood is going to be head girl and I could care less." Draco said with a small scowl.

"Now Draco, you know that all of that rubbish isn't real. Blood doesn't matter to you just like it doesn't matter to me." Draco shrugged his shoulders, knowing that what Blaise said was true, but he wasn't going to tell him, for fear of Blaise getting a bigger head.

"Yeah yeah. Well I'm off to the head compartment. Have to meet McGonagall." Draco got up and left the compartment, in search of the head compartment.

Hermione's pov…

Hermione walked onto the train, not looking for her friends, because she didn't want the lies to come sooner than they were supposed to. She quickly made her way to the head compartment looking in, making sure that Malfoy wasn't in there yet.

She shut the door and sat on the cushions, pulling her knees up to her chest looking out the window. The pain of her summer was suffocating, that she was starting to get a headache. She rested her head on her knees unaware of the pair of silver eyes that were watching her from the door.

She looked up when she heard the door snap open, and her brown eyes met a pair of striking silver eyes.

"Mudblood." Draco admonished.

"Ferret." She said in the same monotonous voice that she used all summer towards her dad.

Draco noticed the change in her voice but decided not to say anything. He thought that she looked skinnier, and when he had looked into her eyes, he noticed that they almost looked dead. Yes. Something is definitely off with Granger, and I'm determined to figure out what it is.

Hermione decided to ignore the boy in the compartment with her. She looked out of the window and seen the mass of red hair, all of the Weasley boys were there including Bill and Charley to see their youngest brother and sister off, and she also noticed the jet black hair of her best friend Harry Potter.

She let out a little squeak and hid her face from view just in case Harry and Ron decided to look her way.

Her action didn't go unnoticed by Draco and he looked at this girl with a scrutinizing gaze.

"What's wrong with you Granger?" He asked with a little bit of a sneer in his voice.

"None of your damn business you stupid ferret!" She snapped back at him as she brought her knees back up to her chest. She put her head down again, letting her eyes close against their will for some much needed sleep.

Knowing that if she let herself get too comfortable with sleeping the nightmares and the screams from her summer would haunt her for as long as she had her eyes closed.