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Hermione POV

5:30 in the evening and I still can't get over what happened this morning. Just thinking about it and I can feel the blood rush to my face. I couldn't believe they walked in on us - it's not even the fact they walked in on us, it's the fact they saw me naked. Every time I've ever been naked in front of someone I've made sure the lights are low - My body's covered in scars I'd prefer people not to see.

Sighing I head out of my room and walk down to the common room - I hope everyone just... pretends they didn't see anything. Once I reach the common room I'm happy to find it empty - I slowly sit down in front of the fire as I get lost in thought. Images start flashing through my brain like a slideshow, everything that's sad, depressing, hurtful and painful.

My dad, My mother, Viktor Krum, The ministry of magic, Dumbledore, Scabior, Bellatrix, Voldemort, Greyback..

I'm shocked from my thoughts by a hand gently landing on my shoulder causing to turn around screaming. My breathing halts when I find Draco kneeling next to me with a concerned expression on his face. "Hermione? Are you - Are you ok?" His voice is soft and slow - cautious as to not frighten me anymore.

I open my mouth but I find out I can't speak so I nod my head sadly before turning back to the fire. Watching how the flames dance with each other - Red, orange and blue mixing together to create bigger flames.

"Hermione? I know you may not believe it... but I'm alittle worried... and I just want you to know.. I'm hear for you." His voice was kind and caring. "I want to help... anyway I can."

I lowered my head in shame. "I'm sorry about earlier Draco... I really wish you hadn't had to see that... I really am." My voice was no louder then a whisper but by the sigh he released I'm guessing he hear.

"Blimey Hermione. You're apologizing because I walked in on you and Weaslette getting busy?" He lets out a laugh. "Fuck Hermione, People would pay money to see that and me, Potter.. and weasel all got a free show. Trust me there's no reason on be sorry." His voice trailed into a growl when he got to Ron.

I sigh and bury my face in my hands. "No.. Draco I meant having to see me like that.. I just... I know it's not a pretty sight. I mean fuck I'm covered in scars - Nobody wants to see that and you kind of had no choice. I just... I'm sorry ok." My voice was muffled by my hands and I was brave enough to turn my head to see if he heard.

My breath hitches when I feel him wrap his arm around my waist and pull me to his side. "Hermione you have nothing to be sorry for. I was to busy admiring your body to pay care about any scars but I don't care anyway - Scars are just reminders that you survived and that you're a fighter. They're like badges letting people know how much of a hero you are. If people have a problem with your scars then... Hermione they aren't worth it. Did Weaslette have a problem? Obviously not."

I slowly lift my head to look at him. "Every time I've been naked in front of someone the lights have always been low.. I can't stand the thought of someone seeing them and being disgusted with them... I've had enough of people looking at me in disgust. This morning.. well it wasn't meant to happen.. I just... I wanted to talk to her and things got out of hand. I'm not saying I regret it but I just.. It wasnt planned and now... Harry and Ron... and even you.. have all seen... Oh god! They've seen everything!" I gasp and stand up quickly. "Fuck. I need to go see them and explain. They didn't know.. oh god they don't know. They wont understand." Tears well up in my eyes. I fist my hair and start tugging on it roughly creating little spikes of pain shooting through my scalp.

"Hermione? What did they see? What wont they understand?" Draco's voice broke me out of my panic. My head snaps towards him.

"They know the scars I got from the war, all the rest.. Ron doesnt know... Harry knows most.. but oh god." My breathing becomes quicker - My head becomes foggy as I get light headed. Trying to step towards the sofa I stumble and end up crashing into Dracos chest.

"Woah, Calm down Hermione." He carefully helps me it sit on the sofa and I slump back against the cushion. "Take deep breaths and explain to me.. ok? Tell me what you're talking about. Tell me everything."

I follow his instructions. In one two, out one two, in one two, out one two... When I finally got my breathing under control I looked up at his face. A sudden jolt of emotion shot through me when I saw the worry and adoration in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath to ready myself I looked him in the eyes. "If I tell you... you have to promise not to tell anyone... Please." I looked at him pleadingly.

I watched as his brows furrowed before he nods. "of course. I promise Hermione."

Looking down at my hands that are fiddling nervously with the bottom of my shirt I speak quietly. "When I was little.. before I found out I was a witch.. I kept having bursts of accidental magic... since my parents were muggles.. they had no idea what was going on. They thought I was a freak.. or I had part of the devil in me... The only reason harry knows this is because he had a similar growing up.." I looked at his face slowly. "After my first accidental use of magic.. My parents.. tried to beat the freak out of me..." I watched as his eyes widened before looking down again. "They'd beat me with anything really.. their fists, remotes, belts.. You see my parents were... 'No nonsense' kind of people. They thought I was a freak who just needed to be taught how to act. When my letter came... you wouldn't understand the relief I felt... finally knowing I wasn't a freak... that they COULDN'T beat the 'Freak' out of me because I was a witch. I was so proud. I thought I'd finally have a place I belong.. my parents still thought I was suppose to be 'Normal' that all this magic talk was fake that I didnt belong in the magic world and I didnt belong in the muggle world unless I could get rid of the freakishness inside me. Then I got here... I was so amazed... I wanted to know EVERYTHING I could about this new magical place.. the place that was suppose to be my world. I wanted to prove I belonged here.." A sob ripped through my throat. "But then I got here and.. everyone hated me.. people were still looking at me like I was a freak.. No matter how well in class, no matter how much I wanted to prove myself... I was still the Mudblood."

Draco POV

"Then I got here... I was so amazed... I wanted to know EVERYTHING I could about this new magical place.. the place that was suppose to be my world. I wanted to prove I belonged here.." A sob ripped through my throat. "But then I got here and.. everyone hated me.. people were still looking at me like I was a freak.. No matter how well in class, no matter how much I wanted to prove myself... I was still the Mudblood." The pain in her voice was clear.

I didn't know what to say. I mean... Her parents BEAT her because she was magic? They thought she was just a freak how needed to have it beaten out of her! I looked at her with an expression I hoped wasn't pitiful - I knew she didn't want pity.

"After a while though.. I made friends... Harry and Ron.. sure they annoyed the crap out of me... but they saved my life.. you know? If it wasn't for them in first year I'd have been killed by that troll." Her words surprised me.

"Wait what?" I was so confused. What troll?

She looked at me with her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed. "First year? 'Professor Quirrell' Announced it on Halloween remember? Anyway... Ron had upset me before hand.. and I hadn't left the bathroom since.. So I had no idea... Harry and Ron went to find me... I was trapped in the bathroom with the troll and if it wasn't for them.. It would have killed me."

Her words brought realization crashing down on me. If it wasn't for potter and weasel she'd be dead? Her life was in danger before she entered the magical world and every year since. Releasing a breath I nod for her to continue. I wanted to know everything.

" After that we all became close. but I still felt like I needed to prove myself. Just because I was a Mudblood people thought I didnt belong here. I wanted to prove that wasnt true. I had magic.. I was powerful just because my parent are muggle doesnt mean I was any less than everyone else." My gut clenched as I realized it was ME - I was the main person who made her feel like this. "By the end of the year We'd all risked our life to stop professor Quirrell - well Voldemort from getting the Philosophers stone and I went back to my parents happier than I'd ever been." She lets out a humorless laugh. "They didn't like that." She looks at me. "It was always 'You shouldn't be happy that you're an even bigger freak than before. You should be happy when we get rid of this and you can be normal Hermione. You're a disgrace!' The beatings got worse and I started loosing my faith in magic and the wizarding world. But no matter what.. I couldn't hate them.. They were my parents. I loved them." She lets her head fall into her hands.

Not quite knowing what to do I gently rub my hand over her shoulder. "It's ok Hermione.. Take your time."

After nodding her head slowly she sits up straight. "So second year I came back to Hogwarts even more determined to prove I fit in here. That I wasn't a freak. But I failed again I ended up being petrified because I was a Mudblood which made plenty of people happy but some disappointed that the basalisk didnt kill me. Of course Dumbledore told my parents I'd been petrified by a giant magical snake.. which made things worse." with a sigh she slumps back against the sofa. "Every holiday I'd return to my parents after something weird happened at school and they'd be more determined to beat the freak out of me - which obviously made me more determined to prove myself."

Feeling my heart clench at the thought of this obviously amazing woman having to go through all of this.

"Fourth year is when it got real bad. I'd thought I had a crush on Ron - Stupid I know. Ron wasn't very good with feelings, I always said he had the emotional range of a teaspoon. I'd gotten to the age where I was thinking about boys and no one liked me... not boys - I knew all they saw was an ugly bushy haired, bucked toothed little girl, So obviously when famous Viktor Krum asked me to be his date to the Yule ball... I was ecstatic. The date went well untill Ron ruined it by acting jealous and making me cry... Viktor didn't like my response to Ron... he said it gave the impression I had feelings for 'red headed buffoon' " Her face contorted into an expression of pain which suddenly put me on alert.

"Hermione?" My throat was dry causing my voice to come out thick.

"He kept on insisting I show him that I felt nothing for Ron.. That I only felt for him. He ripped my dress... My arms were littered with bruises If - if it wasn't for Severus..." She trailed off into silence.

I didn't need to her finish her sentence.

I know what she was going to say.

And Fuck me - It made me angry.


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