When only one's there ~*Hermione's POV*~ Hermione woke up in her bed at her home. She had no clue what had happened
last night. She was just glad that School was starting in 2 days. She climbed out of bed and picked up her mothers picture from her nightstand. She kissed it and set it down again. Hermione's mother died 2 months ago, and her father wasn't taking it to well. He started to have parties, and make her the drink waitress. He would dress her in the little cloths, only
cover parts of her. Like shirts that went only past her bra, and skirts
that barley covered her hip.

She couldn't refuse to wear them, for her father would beat her. At the parties all her dads' friends would hit on her, and say how sexy she was. One time her dad even got paid to let a man take her home for 2 nights. It was horrible, but she didn't want to be beaten so she went along. All the
guys would smack her butt and whistle when she walked by. Hermione had never really had a boyfriend, besides Krum. Krum had told her that summer
that it just wouldn't work out between them. She cried for 2 weeks.

Anyway, Hermione walked to the bathroom to take a shower. She took off her pajamas and looked at herself in the mirror. She had bruises down her back,
most of her stomach and on her shoulders. She touched one and winced in pain. She climbed into the shower being extra careful to wash the bruises. She got out of the shower and put on her towel. She got a little drier and got into her robe. She brushed out her hair, which wasn't so poofy anymore,
and put it into a ponytail.

She walked out into her room over to her dresser, which had picture of Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, her cat, and Hogwarts. She opened her dresser and pulled out some cloths, a black tank top, which covers most of her stomach, and some low-rise dark blue faded jeans. She put everything on, wincing when she would touch a bruise. She walked back to the bathroom
put on her make-up, hoop earrings, rings, and her locket with her mom's picture in it. She was going to go to Diagon Ally today to get her stuff.

She grabbed some Floo Powder and threw it in her fireplace. She stepped in and clearly said, DIAGON ALLY. With a quick snap she was in Flourish and Blotts fire place. She walked out into the sun. Only a few people were in
the streets, one of being a platinum blonde haired boy about 5 inches taller than her, Malfoy. He turned away from what looked like his father and froze. His father walked over to the quiditch store. Malfoy was still standing there looking at Hermione. She walked up the steps of Gringotts
bank to get some money.

~*Draco's POV*~

'Damn, was that Hermione, the mud blood? She looks damn fine, stop gawking Draco, you're a pure blood and she is a mud blood. Come on Draco, let's go
find father.' Draco thought to himself as he watched Hermione run up Gringotts steps. He walked toward the quiditch shop. His father walked out. "Come on now Draco Mustn't be late for, you know, our meeting." His father had an evil smirk on his face. Draco followed his father. 'Stop thinking
about Hermione Draco. She looked damn fine. She was hot. Wouldn't mind getting close to her. Yes you would she is a mud blood, you would kill her, but isn't that what I want? No I want to kiss those beautiful lips. Stop thinking like that Draco, you're a DeathEater, you don't think about mud bloods like that. But she is beautiful, sexy, and damn. No Draco stop it
she will pull you to be nice. So, anything to get close to her, to that body, those lips. No Draco, stop and come out of it, oh look we're here, no
more thinking about Hermione.'

Draco and his father stepped into a pub in a strange dark ally. "Ahh, yes
Lucius and young Draco. Welcome and I am sure you have great new for me about your mission." A cold voice came from a hooded figure in a corner.
Draco and his father sat down at the table. "Yes master, we do, it went very well, Draco here did it all by himself." Lucius smirked at his son. "Very good Draco, I hope to be seeing you for you final Mark. You know what I speak of, don't you?" The hooded figure said. "Y...Yes master I do, my mark, my dark mark." Draco bowed his head. "Very well, then go back to your business about buying school supplies." Lucius nodded his head and walked
Draco to the door. "You go ahead and when you are done go back to the
manor." Draco nodded and left the shop.

~*Hermione POV*~

Hermione walked out of Gringotts to Flourish and Blotts to buy her book, before go and buying the rest of her supplies. This was Hermione's favorite store because it was filled with book. She would sometime sit in there and read a book, but not today. She had a very busy schedule. She bought her
school book, plus a few extra's and walked out of the store. She went
around buying the rest of her supplies before heading to the leaky
cauldron.

She bout a butterbeer and sat at a table outside. The day was mostly gone
and the evening air smelled wonderful. She saw Malfoy come out of the
Quidditch store and look right at her. He sat there for a minute before walking past her into the pub. He had definitely changed since last year. He had a definite 6 pack. And his arms look so strong; she couldn't help
but notice, he was hot. 'No Hermione, don't think like that, he is a
Malfoy, but a rather cute Malfoy with that.

It would be nice to be in his strong arms. My head against his chest, hearing his heart beat, kissing those o-so-cute lips. No Hermione, remember how he calls you names. Maybe he has changed, no it can't be, and he is and always will be a Malfoy. Oh who cares anymore, how I would love to be held by him, safe from my dad, and all his friends. Just to be liked by someone my own age. No Hermione not him, he will do you no good, he can kill you.'
Hermione stopped thinking when she saw Malfoy walk out of the pub and
wonder away.

'I guess I should be getting home, so yeah.' She finished off her last sip of butterbeer and took a fire place back to her room. With a snap she was there with all her stuff, which she threw in her trunk. "Hermione, slip something on and come down here, my guests are here." She could tell what
her father meant. She put on some 'little' cloths and walked down the
stairs. She couldn't believe who was sitting on the couch their backs toward her. It was none other than a platinum haired boy and his father.
Her dad was a muggle, what did they want with him. She took one look at Malfoy and ran back up the stairs. "Yes, I have a daughter Hermione, she is
quite beautiful, you should see her at my parties, all the guys gawk at her. 'Mione, come down here, meet Mr. Malfoy." He looked up the stairs at her with an evil look on his face. She starred right back as the doorbell
rang. She had called her friend Samantha and grabbed her coat from her room. She ran stair down the stairs and out the door slipping on her coat.
"Cant talk now dad, got to go to Sam's house, sleeping over, see you
tomorrow." She said that while running to the door.

"Thank god you are here Sam, you will not believe who is in their. They walked down the stairs as the door opened and Hermione's dad grabbed her by the back on her coat. "No you don't young lady, you have to stay here, but
Sam is welcome to spend the night." He said. She looked at Sam and Sam nodded her head. Hermione pulled her coat tightly closed and walked inside. This didn't help much because her coat only went down to her waist, showing her legs and skirt. Sam squealed when she saw who was on the couch. "Ohhh,
I see now." She said to Hermione.

Sam was in Gryffindor with Hermione, both her parent were muggle too. Draco look at Hermione and froze. He looked her up and down before she saw him and pulled Sam up the stairs. She ran into her room and pulled off her coat. "I hate my father, this is what he makes me wear, and I don't want Malfoy to see me like this. Although he was being absolutely gorgeous today
in Diagon Ally." Hermione sat on her bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"I feel so sorry for you. Plus having Draco on you furniture, he'll
probably get your couch all slimy. Hermione's door opened, it was her father. "Hermione, come down he is offering me a job, and you are messing it up, it is either you come down or I send Draco up. Sam come down too. But Hermione, leave what you have on or we will talk about it later, and
you will be punished." With that he gave only evil look at Hermione and closed the door. "You got 2 minutes to get down here." He called after him. "Don't worry she is coming down, would you two like anything to drink?" He
asked. "Sure, um, brandy for me and butterbeer for young Draco." Lucius
said and Hermione's dad nodded and went to the kitchen.

Hermione looked at Sam and gulped. "Well, we have to go, come on Hermione the night will pass quickly." Sam got up and pulled Hermione up too. They walked to the stairs and looked once more at each other. They gulped and started too walked down the stairs. They walked over and sat on the couch across from them right in front of Draco. He was looking at the ground and gripping his spiked up gelled hair. He heard them sit down and he looked up
and raised his eyebrow at Hermione. He looked at his father who nodded
slightly with an evil smirk and then back at Hermione. He looked at her bruised shoulders and then at her bruised stomach. He knew her father beat
her, but wasn't going to ask.

Hermione's father came out with the drinks and handed them to Draco and Lucius and then kept a beer for himself. Hermione looked over at Sam who was looking at her. Sam and she had made up their own language so no one would know what they were saying. In this language the whispered to each
other. "He is looking at you funny, but why wouldn't he, you are so pretty." She giggled. "Thanks Sam, but I am no prettier than you. And I am sure he isn't starring at me in a good way, he is probably starring at my
bruises." She rolled her eyes and giggled as well.

Her father had just made a deal with Mr. Malfoy and was now shaking his hand. Draco looked back down at the floor. Her father invited Mr. Malfoy and Draco to come to one of his parties tonight and they agreed. "Well, the guest will be coming in an hour, if you would like to stay you are welcome
to, but Mione, go up to your room and find Sammy some cloths.

~*Malfoys POV*~

The Malfoys' agreed to stay and The Parents talked and got drunk. Malfoy excused himself to use the 'bathroom'. There was only a bathroom connecting to Hermione and her dad's room. He walked past Hermione's room and heard
her and Sam talking. "My father always make me do this, be the drink waitress. I hate it, one time this guy paid him so that the guy could take me home for 2 days. It was horrible." Malfoy always thought of Hermione as a goody-goody, but he never knew. "Here Sam, take these into the bathroom
and change, also my dad likes a lot of make-up and your hair up, and I really don't feel like getting beat tonight by my drunk father so, would you please." Hermione asked Sammy. "Of course Hermione, I'll do anything to
keep you from being beat." Sam said and Malfoy heard the door close. He
knocked on Hermione's door. He walked in.

Her back hard bruises on it too. She turned to see him. "Do you want
something Malfoy?" She looked him in the eyes. She looked at her shoulders and stomach. "Did your father give you those bruises?" He asked. "My life has nothing to do with you, Malfoy, but if you must know, he did, but it is only because I didn't obey him. So it's my own damn fault." She looked at the ground. "Fine Granger, don't get pissed at me. Just making conversation." He walked out and back down the stairs. Guest were beginning
to arrive and it was Hermione and Sammy's job to serve drinks.

Hermione saw Malfoy walk out front onto the porch, 'better make sure he is
ok.' She thought. "Hey Sammy, go up to my room, I will be there in a minute." Sammy nodded and ran up the stairs. Hermione headed out the door. She saw Malfoy sitting on the steps with a butterbeer. "Malfoy, you ok out
here." She said walking up behind him. He was clasping his arm in pain. "I'm fine, why do you care?" He said stubbornly, a Malfoy would never show his pain. She shrugged and walked back inside. Malfoy sat there. 'Why did
she care if I was alright, what is she up to.' He thought. He and his
father left after the party. His father was completely drunk as was Mr.
Granger.