Beyond Broken
A Dramione Story
Hermione POV:
Pain, so much pain. That had become the life of Hermione Jean Granger, in fact it seemed as though it never really went away. There were always new bruises to cover, new cuts to heal it was almost impossible to keep up the "I'm fine" act that everyone seemed to believe.
Hell I sometimes believed it myself, the story that goes along the lines of: I'm, Hermione Granger it's nice to meet you. I have straight A's and am known as a know-it-all to everyone who has a class with me, OH! And I am friends with the famed Harry Potter and his sidekick Ronald Weasly. Never mind the fact that without me they wouldn't have made it past first year, but who's counting right? Not to mention my reputation at school is as close to perfect as one can be.
No one knows about the scars, or the fact that I wake up an hour before my dormmates just to cover the bruises in concealer. But Hermione Granger is perfect right?
Draco POV:
"Honestly Draco, it's just another dinner!" Mrs. Malfoy exclaimed, exasperated.
"Yes mother, I know." I can't help but roll my eyes, it's always another dinner or party of some kind. They honestly mean to tourture me; mother hopes that one of these days I'll meet a wife that holds up to her standards, not to mention my fathers. You know they have to come from a good home and have a good bloodline, wouldn't want some halfbreed or mudblood to ruin the perfectly sculpted Malfoy reputation.
"Come now Draco, we mustn't be late." Mother pats my shoulder what some would call lovingly, "Oh! Dear could you please grab my bag from the study?"
"Already got it." Lucius's cold eyes do a once over of his family. "We better get going, Dumbldore wouldn't be happy if we were late." He sneers, "The old coot might have even forgotten we were invited." My father walks away with his head held high and my mother soon follows.
This family is insurable sometimes.
Hermione POV:
"Get down here!" Tom yells up the stairs, "NOW!"
"Coming…." A meek voice responds. Following my response downstairs, I meet my boyfriend fully expecting the worst.
His cold eyes turn to me and I can tell that he's been drinking and is probably mad about something, this can't be good.
"What is THIS!?" He points to a hole in the wall, that he put there last night.
"It's a hole in the wall…?" I know I shouldn't bait him but it's hard, after all that he puts me through this is the least I could do. Next thing I know my cheek is stinging and my eyes are watering, I was right this isn't good at all.
"I know that it's a hole in the wall, how the HELL did it get there in the first place!?"
"I-I was bringing something up-upstairs earlier a-and I hit the w-wall." I hate it when I stutter in front of him. "I-I'm so-sorry."
It doesn't matter though, I could apologize until I'm blue in the face and nothing would change. He's already raising his arm and despite myself I flinch. The first blow lands square in my stomach, and I fold over only to be met with a knee to my face effectively breaking my nose. Next thing I know I'm on the ground, whilst Tom is kicking my ribs, face, anywhere he can really. I scream out when he kicks an already bruised section of rib, I felt it break this time.
He picked me up by my throat and shoves me into the wall with a look of pure disgust and hatred. I started weakly tearing at the hand around my throat, I was losing oxygen and fast. He sneers and throws me down the hall and stalks after me, his hand going to his belt. He proceeds to whip me, and I vow that after tonight no man or woman would ever lay a hand on me again.
I just had to get through tonight, just one more night….