My god it has been a long time, well I am back and here to write the next chapter of this story, I hope you shall enjoy and review at the end tell me what you think of the latest chapter.

Last Time

That night, thunder and lightening struck the school and all the students were safe and sound within their room's, the noises were blocked up by gentle snores flowing through the house's, but two new lover's who had started a journey were huddled together beneath warm sheet's awaiting the new mourning to come where gossip shall follow them and whispers shall be more like talk, but neither cared, for now they had each other.

Chapter 10

Waking up the following mourning feeling happier then one another has felt in year's create an atmosphere of delight for the two new love bird's. As Draco left to go changed Hermione thought it best that she quickly have a shower before Draco come back, taking of her clothes and slipping into the warm water she grabbed the shower gel and rubbed it into her skin, as she tried to reach her back she felt a twinge and a sharp burning pain from her back, she could not see what made her feel such pain.

Stepping out of the shower to figure out what had caused her shower gel to sting, turning in front of the mirror she noticed that one of her old wounds had ripped and blood was slowly seeping out, and her bruises had expanded a little which could have been caused by the swelling. As she grabbed some tissue and applied pressure to stop the bleeding, she re-called that fatal in which she received her mark.

Flashback..

"Daddy, no, please daddy don't, not again." Hermione screamed at her father holding her hands up, begging the man in front of her to stop.

"No, you stupid bitch, you can't do anything right, can you, admit it, say you are a pathetic, useless whore, just like your mother." he shouted, throwing her across the room making her hit the wooden cupboard scratching her entire back on the edge which ripped her t-shirt which was now being covered in her blood.

"Say it, before I beat you harder." he said taking his belt off and whipping it a few inches from her face, "SAY IT!" he shouted louder his words reminding her of a cobra spitting it's venom at it's victims.

Hermione was crying in pain but she knew that saying it wouldn't stop him from hurting her it never did, no one could stop him, she had no hero to look up to.

"I'm a pathetic, useless whore, just like mother." she said trying not to scream through each word as the pain was too much as it already was.

"That's right girl, and don't forget it." he said in a low vicious whisper. Hermione managed to get to her feet and balance and attempt to walk over to her bed, her back in a hunch because the strain of standing straight would make her keel over again.

"And what do you think your doing, come here and bend over." as she obeyed her father, he raised his belt and whip her on the back making her fall to the ground, before shouting at her to get back up, she lasted nineteen time's before blacking out , all she recalled was waking up in the mourning covered in blood and finding her clothes ripped up in front of her. And the horrible pain that weighed her down from trying to get up without screaming her head off.

As she gradually moved her head she saw her mother in the doorway, just standing there taking in her daughter's dismay, she did not run over and try and hold her daughter or help heal her wounds, she did what she always did, turn, look walk away holding to avoid it all, like always, never took notice, if she heard noise she would turn the t.v up so she wouldn't here the screams, if she ever walked by a room with raised voices she would turn the other way.

"Mother, Mummy, Help me." she raised her arm which lay limp in the air, watching her mother disappear down the hall.

It had been like this since her dad lost his job and started drinking, her blamed it on Hermione because all their money would go towards her school stuff which was stored away in a cupboard down stair's which was locked by a key her father had kept. As for her mother she was forced to give up her job to look after Mr Granger, but found work for him a lot harder as all her would do at first was drink whilst watching t.v and sleep. Before long he began to blame all their problems on Hermione because every year she needed more money.

That when he turned violent, the beatings got worse everyday, and soon it leaded to punishments which she would have to make up to her father in whatever way he could think of, each more disturbing then the rest.

Now here she lay like everyday, alone on the floor, trying to gather the strength to get up and clean her wounds, but she just lay there, no white knight would come through her door and sweep her away from this place.

End of Flashback

Tears slid down Hermione's face she feel to her knee's, the memory made her relive the pain, she could still hear the sound of belt clashing with her back, she didn't bother to hear the door behind her open, as she thought she was alone, a cold hand touched her shoulder's making her flinch.

"Hermione, It's me, What happened to you, how did...?, when did...?" Draco said, you could hear the sadness in his voice. Turning around, Hermione just fell into his arms and burst into tear's, no holding back, no letting go, Draco was her lifeline and she needed him more then ever...


Well what do you think, answer your question's on Hermione's father. I will write the conversation between Draco and Hermione in the next chapter, whilst also revealing the person who was watching them in the corridor. Whilst more flashbacks on what happened between the trio to make Hermione so made at them.

Reviews please.

Egolust92.