The Beauty Of A Bloodstaind Rose

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"So Harry are you excited about this being your last year of school?" Mr. Granger asked Harry once they all had sat down for dinner.

"I am happy that I won't have to go to school anymore but I am really going to miss Hogwarts. I have spent the best years of my life so far there so it will be difficult to leave but it will be good not to have to sit through Snape's class again."

"That I can agree to." Hermione giggled as she said this.

"Isn't Snape that teacher that you can't stand?" Mrs. Granger questioned her daughter. Hermione nodded as she took a big bite of her spaghetti. After a few moments of silence Hermione's parents began to talk about their day. Hermione sat and listened to her parents talking while she twisted her fork around in her pile of noodles.

Harry sat staring at Hermione as he poked at a meatball with his fork. God she got so beautiful. Harry thought to himself. With the fading sun shining on her hair and the hidden beauty that always seemed to shine through her eyes, with all of this Harry couldn't take his eyes off of her.

After dinner Hermione showed Harry to the spare bedroom upstairs. "I don't think that you will want to unpack any of your stuff seeing as we have to leave early tomorrow but you can put any of the stuff that you are going to need tomorrow in the closet or whatever. Also we aren't allowed to go downstairs after seven thirty so if you think that you are going to have a snack attack or something I suggest that you go get what you need now."

"Why can't we go downstairs?" Harry asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed, "Don't ask. Just please don't go downstairs...I really don't feel like getting fussed at right now...Not after the day that I had."

"What do you mean?"

"When Ginny and I were in Flourish & Blotts earlier we ran into Draco Malfoy."

"Why was I almost certain that this would involve him?" Harry asked her.

She shrugged and continued, "Well anyway he started saying all of this shit about me so I hit him and he fell to the ground like the little wimp that he is. Just before we left I spit on him." Harry stared in awe at the story that his friend had just told him. Also the fact that she had said all this in a voice that sounded very determined and proud almost confused him.

Hermione glanced at a clock that sat on the bedside table. "Well Harry if you think that you are going to need a snack I suggest that you go get it. I need to get a shower before I go to bed or else I won't get to have one before we get to Hogwarts." She stood and walked to the door before turning, "Good night Harry. I hope that you sleep well." She then walked out of the room and shut the door behind her.

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Harry sat bolt upright. He put on his glasses and looked at the clock that sat on his bedside table it read,"2:30". "What in the hell was that?" Harry asked himself quietly. As he stood up he slipped a sweatshirt over his bare chest. He tip-toed silently out of his room and across the hall to a door.

He knocked quietly and waited a few seconds before Hermione answered. "Harry?" she asked sounding rather awake for it to be so late. "Harry what's wrong?"

"Sorry to bother you Hermione but did you hear that crash earlier?" Hermione nodded, her face looking a little worn now. "Well don't you think that we should go see what it was? It could be a burglar."

Hermione shook her head, "No we have an alarm that would warn us if someone had broke in. Don't worry about it Harry and just go back to bed." Hermione started to shut her door but Harry stopped her.

"Hermione are you not the least bit worried about what could have caused that noise?"

Hermione sighed deeply and stared pointedly into Harry's eyes, "Look Harry I do care but it is very possible that my parents have not come up to bed yet and like I said earlier I am not about to get yelled at because you are curious about a noise. Now, goodnight Harry."

Harry stood staring for a moment at the door that Hermione had just shut in his face. Why does it seem like she doesn't care about the possibility that one of her parents are hurt? Harry asked himself. He shook his head and turned to go back into his room.

As he passed by the stairs he heard raised voices. "Look bitch if you have a problem with how I run things around here you might as well leave! You have been threatening to leave for years! What's been keeping you here?" Harry's eyes widened at this. Could that really be the voice of Mr. Granger? It couldn't be. There was no way that that was the voice of the man who had politely talked to Harry at dinner and softly chatted with his wife about her day.

"Fine you want me to leave!" Harry heard Mrs. Granger scream back. "I'll go then! You won't ever see me again you bastard!" Harry quickly ran back into his room as he heard someone start up the stairs.

A million thoughts were rushing through Harry's head as he took off his sweatshirt and sat down on the edge of his bed.

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Hermione sat curled up in a ball on top of her bed with a book in one hand and a flashlight in the other. She listened as her parents screamed at each other downstairs. Oh great. They're fighting again. She shook her head when she heard one of her parents stomp up the steps after her mother's millionth threat to leave.

Why can't they just be happy? She asked herself as she put down her book and flashlight and snuggled up under the covers. Hermione ran her fingers over the left side of her stomach as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

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"Hermione could you come down here for a second?" Mr. Granger called from the bottom of the stairs.

Hermione emerged from her room looking very tired and worn. She slowly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where her dad was now standing. "Whatcha need?" Hermione asked with a huge yawn.

"Hermione I am afraid that I have some...news."

"What is it dad?"

"Last night your mother left us. She packed up some of her things and walked out," he said not sounding the least bit upset. Hermione heard Harry come down the stairs.

"Great," she said with a sigh. "I'm not hungry so I'm just going to go get ready. We have to leave in less than an hour anyway." She turned and walked out of the room looking slightly upset. When she walked past Harry he smiled at her but it quickly disappeared when he saw the look on Hermione's face.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"My mom left last night." Hermione replied looking very annoyed.

"What do you mean left?"

"She packed up some of her stuff and left. We probably won't see her again until she comes to get the rest of her stuff and we will probably also see her in court."

"Why court?" Harry asked in shock.

"She will probably want a divorce now that she left." Hermione turned her head away as a tear slid down her cheek. "I got to go get ready to go so I'll tell you the rest in a little bit." She walked off up the stairs leaving Harry standing outside the kitchen door confused once again.

(A/N: I will go ahead and end this chapter here. I know that this seems a little out of character for Hermione and her parents but you will learn about a hidden past of Hermione's in the next chapter. I hoped you all liked this enough to r&r! Also I hope that I made this one long enough. I know that it is still kind of short but it is the best that I can do for now. Bye!)