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Chapter 4: Haunted
Hermione's POV
After I told Draco Malfoy about my summer, I felt quite better. I no longer thought no one would understand, because he did. It was still rather strange that he actually was being nice to me. I didn't want to ask because I didn't want to ruin what we had. He took care of me and looked after me and I'm forever thankful.
I knew I couldn't stay in the Room of Requirements much longer because classes start the next day. I already missed the feast and the Sorting Ceremony. I was starting to feel a burden to Draco so I confronted him about it. "Maybe I should go. The Gryffindor dormitory has plenty of supplies I'll need. Thanks for your help. I appreciate it." I tried not to sound too forward. I really didn't want to leave. I felt like I was leaving my only friend. I saw the look in his eyes. He was suspicious. "Do you promise you will not do this to yourself again?" he said as he pointed to my arms. How could I promise something like that. I was totally absurd. I felt better but the weight on my chest did not go away. I still felt dirty and horrible. I shock my head. "How can you make me promise that. I don't think I'll ever be able to stop. Nothing will be the same anymore." I turned away from him, dreading to see the look in his eyes. Trying to escape his next words, I started to walk around the room and pick and anything that I saw. I had to leave. I couldn't stay here forever. I could feel him walking up to me. He took my arms and spun me around so I had to face him. "Hermione, if you can't promise me that, promise me that you will come to me if you need help." The look of determination shown on his face. Now I grew angry. "Why would you care what happens to me! Why are so nice all of a sudden!" I yelled at him. "Six years of total abuse and you do a complete 360? I don't think so Malfoy, tell me what you want?!" I wish I can say that I ment every word, but I can't because I didn't. I really didn't care why he was acting this way or what made him change his mind, I just wanted to be his friend. I wanted any friend.
Draco lowered his head at my harsh words. I knew I hurt him.
Draco's POV
I couldn't believe she just said that. It was as if she purposely wanted to hurt me. My Malfoy temper took over. How can she talk to me like that when I just helped her? I'm being so nice to her and all she can do is complain. I've had enough. "You know something Hermione, I didn't have to help you. I didn't have to talk to you, and I certainly didn't have to befriend you, but I did, and this is how you treat me. Now I know why Potter and Weasley don't talk to you anymore! As soon as I said that I felt a flash of guilt. I saw her eyes water and her temper rise. The next couple of seconds went by kind of fast.
Hermione's POV
"You know something Hermione, I didn't have to help you. I didn't have to talk to you, and I certainly didn't have to befriend you, but I did, and this is how you treat me. Now I know why Potter and Weasley don't talk to you anymore!" I knew he didn't change. I knew he was just the same fucking asshole. I knew he would never help me. So I did the first thing that came to mind. I punched him square in the jaw with all my might and ran. I ran out the door. I ran as far as I could. I ran to somewhere that might have any glass. Something sharp. I ran all the way to the dungeons. I took an empty glass and shattered it against a table's edge. I picked up the biggest piece and ran back to the Gryffindor common room. "Dreamer's dreams" I said the password very quickly. The fat lady looked at me with a little disgust in her painted eyes but opened the door as I flashed her an evil glare. I ran through the common room and to my surprise bumped straight into Harry. I almost fell back, but I felt his strong hand slid to my waist. "Thank y... get off of me!" I yelled as soon as I realized that he was holding me. Harry looked like an idiot. Like he didn't not talk to me for three months. "Hermione what's wrong" Obviously he was concerned, but fuck him. I don't need him now. I needed him when my dad almost impregnated me, not now. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!" I screamed and I pushed him aside. I ran up the stairs to my room, leaving Harry Potter angry and concerned downstairs.
When I got to my bathroom, I locked the door, and memories returned. They filled every inch of my head. Every single painful flashback brought more and more cutting. Then I saw the first time my dad raped me.
Flashback I was sitting up in my room, doing the DADA homework, when I heard a knock on my door. "Come in" My dad came in; wearing a smile I only saw when my mom was with us. "What's up dad?" I asked. Maybe he found her. "Hermione I want you to do something for me" I looked very confused "Lay down on your bed honey." So I did. Suddenly I felt him jump on top of me and start to rip my clothes of. I realized what was happening an I fought him off as much as I could, but my father was always strong and he always got what he wanted. He ripped my panties off and stared at me hungrily. Then he slammed into me. Every muscle in my body ached and screamed out. I started to yell only to find his large hand over my mouth. It was like everything I've ever known about my father wasn't true and I was staring at a completely different man. I cried silently the entire time. After what seemed like an eternity, he exited my body and kissed me on the cheek. "Goodnight sweaty" he said as if nothing happened
Flashback ended By the end of the memory, I was now cutting like mad. As another memory threatened to resurface, I took the glass and slashed my face, trying to stop the reminiscences. Out of nowhere my bathroom door burst open.