A/N: Okay, you know what belongs to me and what doesn't! This contains domestic violence and eating disorders, so if that offends you, let me explain: I wrote this to show that those things can happen to anyone. The third chapter will show it better. But if you really feel that this would offend you, either don't read it or e-mail me. Well, read!
You Deserve Better
Hermione:
Hermione walked into Diagon Alley, heading to the ice cream shop. At a table outside was a young man, perhaps 18, with black hair and a crooked nose. Hermione sat down.
"Hullo, Viktor! How are you today?" she smiled shakily. He looked at her appraisingly.
"Hullo. Come vith me. Ve shall go back to the Leaky Cauldron." He stood up and grabbed Hermione by the arm. Once at the Leaky Cauldron, he led Hermione to his room. Inside, Hermione shook off his grip.
"Shit, Viktor, that hurt!" Her eyes lingered on the liquor bottles that littered the floor. "You've been drinking again! You promised that you'd st-" she was cut short by a hand lashing out at her. She fell, sobbing.
"You vill not lecture me! I'm surprised that you felt that, vith all of your fat! You've broken your diet, haven't you?" Viktor stood over her, punctuating every word with a blow. When he was finished, he straightened up. "Now, dear, vhy don't you clean yourself up. I believe that your friends vill be here soon." With one last kick, Viktor turned and left, leaving Hermione sprawled on the floor, shaking.
Slowly, she stood up and walked to her room. She changed and glanced at her untouched homework. Oh well, Hermione thought, walking into her bathroom, I'll just have to stay up all night for the next week.
Fifteen minutes later, Hermione was downstairs in a turtleneck and khakis. She had put makeup on her face to cover up her bruises. Two boys stepped in the door. Both were tall, but one had flaming red hair, freckles and was long and lanky while the other had messy black hair, round glasses that enlarged his emerald green eyes, a lightning shaped scar and was thin but solid.
"Harry! Ron!" exclaimed Hermione, hugging each one. "You guys look great!"
"Hey, Hermione." said Harry, looking at her closely. "You don't look so good. You're so thin and pale." He peered closely at her face.
"Um... well, I've been sick. Flu, I guess." said Hermione, shrugging.
Harry still looked worried, but before he could say anything wlse, Ron spoke up. "Well, I hope that you feel better. Guess what?" Ron looked excited.
"Uh... what?" Hermione asked, feeling a little dizzy.
"I'm going out with Padma!" He exclaimed. "We've been going out..." He launched into the story. Harry rolled his eyes and Hermione felt hers rolling back and her knees giving away. Te last thing she saw before slipping into unconciousness was Harry reaching for her.
A/N: Hope it was okay. I worked hard on it! Next part should be up soon! R/R! I want five reviews! Chop chop!
You Deserve Better
Hermione:
Hermione walked into Diagon Alley, heading to the ice cream shop. At a table outside was a young man, perhaps 18, with black hair and a crooked nose. Hermione sat down.
"Hullo, Viktor! How are you today?" she smiled shakily. He looked at her appraisingly.
"Hullo. Come vith me. Ve shall go back to the Leaky Cauldron." He stood up and grabbed Hermione by the arm. Once at the Leaky Cauldron, he led Hermione to his room. Inside, Hermione shook off his grip.
"Shit, Viktor, that hurt!" Her eyes lingered on the liquor bottles that littered the floor. "You've been drinking again! You promised that you'd st-" she was cut short by a hand lashing out at her. She fell, sobbing.
"You vill not lecture me! I'm surprised that you felt that, vith all of your fat! You've broken your diet, haven't you?" Viktor stood over her, punctuating every word with a blow. When he was finished, he straightened up. "Now, dear, vhy don't you clean yourself up. I believe that your friends vill be here soon." With one last kick, Viktor turned and left, leaving Hermione sprawled on the floor, shaking.
Slowly, she stood up and walked to her room. She changed and glanced at her untouched homework. Oh well, Hermione thought, walking into her bathroom, I'll just have to stay up all night for the next week.
Fifteen minutes later, Hermione was downstairs in a turtleneck and khakis. She had put makeup on her face to cover up her bruises. Two boys stepped in the door. Both were tall, but one had flaming red hair, freckles and was long and lanky while the other had messy black hair, round glasses that enlarged his emerald green eyes, a lightning shaped scar and was thin but solid.
"Harry! Ron!" exclaimed Hermione, hugging each one. "You guys look great!"
"Hey, Hermione." said Harry, looking at her closely. "You don't look so good. You're so thin and pale." He peered closely at her face.
"Um... well, I've been sick. Flu, I guess." said Hermione, shrugging.
Harry still looked worried, but before he could say anything wlse, Ron spoke up. "Well, I hope that you feel better. Guess what?" Ron looked excited.
"Uh... what?" Hermione asked, feeling a little dizzy.
"I'm going out with Padma!" He exclaimed. "We've been going out..." He launched into the story. Harry rolled his eyes and Hermione felt hers rolling back and her knees giving away. Te last thing she saw before slipping into unconciousness was Harry reaching for her.
A/N: Hope it was okay. I worked hard on it! Next part should be up soon! R/R! I want five reviews! Chop chop!