Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own them

A/N: Hi guyz or galz, thanks for the reviews, and sorry I haven't been able 2 update, it's been snowin A LOT here and I was out playin' in it. ^^

and I kind of got writers block... (lame excuse)

Just to tell you, when I write, it will be from the person's Point of View. Say I write with Draco and I will write it from his POV. And during that time, I might switch to the POV where some one would be standing there watching the person doing something. Confusing! I know… I don't remember which was 1st, 2nd, 3rd person's view. If you know, please tell me.

Im Happy. My birthday is on Jan. 29th ^^! YEP presents and MONEY from everyone. Did I mention the *Muh Lah*?

Hermione sat down on one of the many chairs that covered the first floor of the knight bus. Replaying last nights events only made Hermione feel like crying. After her father had left her to mope around, she had changed her clothes to find that two new bruises had formed on her neck her wrist.

Last night, she couldn't get to sleep and kept thinking about what her father had said. She was ugly. No one liked her. She was a mudblood. Did her father really think of her like that? Was it the alcohol talking? Or was it… the truth? Hermione placed a hand on her fore head and leaned against the arm rest, fighting back tears. Before she could do anything else, the knight bus stopped abruptly and she tumbled onto the ground. Luckily, the arrangement seemed to have sent her thoughts about her father to the back of her mind.

A man in a purple suit appeared and extended a hand towards an old lady who sat on one of the chairs. "Your stop, madam." He said as the lady used his hand and got up to leave the retched bus. Hermione remained on the ground, expecting the bus to lunge forward. But it never did.

The man in the suit walked over to Hermione and extended a hand. "Its your stop too, m' lady." Hermione glanced at him before thanking him. She placed her hand in his as he pulled her up, "Have a good time." He said before walking over to a man to help him from the floor.

Hermione picked up her trunks and took it with her as she clambered off the bus. Here she was at the train station, about to leave her summer behind, and begin her 7th year at Hogwarts. People all around her seemed to be in a hurry. She must have bumped into at least 18 people, and they didn't even care. She made her way through the thickening crowds until she found the gate that would lead her to the scarlet steam engine. Walking slowly forward, she began to quicken her pace and then walked through the portal that would lead her to her final year at Hogwarts.

The familiar cool feeling swept through Hermione as voices all around her squealed in delight to finally see their friends after summer vacation. She looked around eagerly for any sign of her friends, jet black hair, red hair, anything. Failing to do so, Hermione dragged her trunk over to a corner of the platform and sat on it.

It was weird, when Hermione snuck out this morning; she had expected her father to come lashing out at her. Telling her not to go back. But he never did, which sent a shiver up her spine. Was he out last night? Getting drunk than he should?

Probably…

Hermione sighed and closed her eyes, listening to the voices of many students that were ringing through the air. "Hey Herm!" A voice called out. The girl looked up into the face or Ron Weasley. She grinned with happiness and jumped up. Eagerly, she rushed into his outstretched arms and gave him a hug.

"Hey Ron! How are you doing? Where is Harry?" Hermione asked, her thoughts of her father's behavior, or lack of good behavior, pushed to the back of her mind.

"I'm right here, Herm." Harry whispered behind from Hermione. Turning around, she gave her other friend a big hug.

"How are you guys?" Then she paused for a moment. "When did you both get so… tall?" She asked with a tone of amazement in her voice. Both Harry and Ron had grown at least 2 inches over the summer. (I know, no one can grow 2 inches in 2 months ^^). But other than that, they really haven't changed at all.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other for a moment with a malicious glint in their eyes. "Harry James Potter, Ronald Arthur Weasley, what are you two hiding from me?" Hermione asked, switching to book-worm Hermione mode. Putting her hands on her hips she opened her mouth to ask something else before Harry interrupted her.

"Oh yeah, before I forget, we coming into the station, and this guy told us to tell you that he is looking for you. Kind of drunk looking, don't you think so Ron?" Harry looked over at Ron as he nodded with agreement.

Fear rose up in Hermione. Was her father here? Why would he? No, he can't be here. Thought of her father swirled around in her head. "Hermione?" Harry's voice called, snapping her out of her train of thoughts.

"Uh... Harry, can you take my trunk up to our cabin? I'll see you guys in a few minutes." Without another word,

Hermione walked away from the two gawking boys.

"What was that about?" Asked Ron, heaving Hermione's trunk on to his own.

Hermione walked through the barrier that led to the muggle world once again. Glancing around, she hesitantly walked over to her father who was hidden in a dark corner. He glanced at her too and motioned her closer as she neared him. As she drew closer and closer, her father backed away until he abruptly stopped. With immense speed, he quickly grabbed Hermione's wrist as she screamed.

Fearing that he might get caught, he dropped the bottle of Vodka that he was holding in his other hand and placed it over Hermione's mouth. "Do you think that I would forget how special this day is for you?" He whispered in a menacing tone, his breath licking Hermione's jaw. "Of course I wouldn't, what kind of father would I be?" Firming his grip even more, he took his hand off of Hermione's mouth and placed it around her throat.

Hermione couldn't breathe. She tried to loosen his grip by struggling but he was too strong. Her head started to spin and she felt like she was going to lose consciousness.

She didn't dare scream, she feared that what ever he plans to do now would only worsen if she did. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax and told her self that everything would be fine; this is not your real father.

After what seemed like hundreds and hundreds of years, he finally let go and spat on the ground before walking away as if nothing unordinary happened. Clutching her throat, she coughed uncontrollably as she slid down onto the ground, tears filling her eyes.

Why is he doing this to me?

Why can't I have a normal life?

Did I do something wrong?

Unable to hold them back, she let her tears fall freely onto the ground. "Hermione?" A distant voice called to her. Hermione didn't dare move as something grabbed her arm gently and helped her stand up, dusting her clothes. She quickly dried her eyes with her sleeves and looked into the face of Harry.

"What happened to you? Did that guy do this? 'Cause if he did, I'll-"

"No, its okay. It's nothing." Hermione replied, trying to sound cheery, but failed to do so. Rubbing her eyes again, she walked towards platform 9 ¾ like nothing had happened, leaving Harry in her wake.

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Lucius and mother didn't bother to say goodbye to Draco. They had other "important" things to attend to than saying goodbye to their son, who they would never see until next year… probably. He had no intention of going back to the Malfoy Manor for Christmas. The only reason Lucius would want him home is to talk about is future as a death eater which Draco didn't want to become.

Pulling his trunk through the crowd of people, he spotted some one he knew. Smirking, he went over to the boy-who-lived-to-only-be-a-pain-in-my-ass. "Well, if it isn't Potter." He sneered, careful not to mention anything that had to with magic around the muggles. But it didn't seem to matter; they looked too lost in though to be listening to two 17 year olds. "Where is Weasley? Or your mudblood girlfriend, Granger?"

"Sod off, Malfoy." Was all Harry had said before pushing past Draco and disappeared into the crowds. Arching an eyebrow, he scowled at himself for letting an opportunity to torment Potter by himself slip away.

Walking through the barrier, he looked around for Crabbe and Goyle. They weren't really his friends, just people that he can boss around with. At least, that is what he thinks, and what he thinks, everyone else in the Slytherin house does too.

Looking around for another few moments, Draco walked on to the train and went towards the front. He kept walking down the corridor until he found what he was looking for, the head compartment. Smirking, he opened the compartment door and slid in. Inside was 2 couches on opposites sides of the compartment, no, room is more like it. In the middle was a grand oak table with intricate carvings of faeries and nymphs, hiding behind flowers with smiles on their faces. Disgusting. Also, on one side of the room was a door. Curious, he dropped his trunk next to one of the couches and walked over to the door. Opening it, he smirked once again. A private bathroom. He should have known. If it was this elaborate for the heads compartment, than the dorm that they will be sharing should be even better.

Speaking of sharing dorms, who is going to be head girl?

Draco closed the door and plopped down on one of the couches to think about it.

Probably the Gryffindor bookworm. Or maybe even the Gryffindor sluts. What was their name? (I am sorry Parvati and Lavendar lovers! )

Pondering who it could possibly be, he drifted into deep thoughts and didn't hear the door of the compartment slide open.