Chapter 1: Hermione: Abusive Yells

Hermione balled her fists as she heard their shouts again. Why? Why must they always fight? She thought miserably. She pulled a book off of her shelf and tried to read. Not being able to concentrate she let their their angry cries wash over her.

" I'm not happy Sam!"

"Yeah? Well neither am I Dick!"

"We used to be so good together! What happened?" yelled Dick.

"We lost her! She went away from us! You know damn well that she was the only reason that you stayed all these years!" yelled Sam.

Hermione sighed as she heard a crash and cursing. She knew that she would get dragged into this somehow. She always did. Hermione began pacing thinking to herself. I need to get out! She thought wildly. She was pacing so fast that she never realized the man staring at her from her closet.

"I'll go to Ron's!" she concluded. Taking longer strides than usual she walked to her closet. The man disappeared just as Hermione pulled her door open. She pulled her clothes out of the small room at random. Mini-skirts, tube tops, jeans, tee-shirts, all went into the trunk at the foot of her bed.

"She's my ....ing daughter to you bitch!" yelled Hermione's father. A scream followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground echoed throughout the house. Hermione refuse to cry. She had cried enough over Vince. No matter how much pain she was in she would not cry. That was the only thing that was certain in her future.

When she finished packing her clothes she shoved her trunk down the steep steps into the hallway below.

"If you never agreed to send her to that school, we might still have our baby." Her mother's yells rang through Hermione's ears a thousand times worse now that she wasn't in her bedroom. It was the only place that she felt safe anymore.

"Get off me Dick, no. No!" Hermione cringed as she heard her mother being slapped. Without really meaning to, Hermione ran into the living room where the heated fight was in full progress.

"Dad get off her! Got off her!" with every ounce of strength she had, Hermione pulled her father away from the bleeding woman that was her mother. She looked up at her father disgusted "Asshole!" she muttered to herself. Screaming Hermione felt something hard collide with the side of her head. She saw her father's appalled face. Her mother's angry bleeding one. Then Hermione's world went black.

Draco: Abusive Yells

Draco sat on the topmost stair listening to the screams coming from the drawing room. He was twirling the ring on his finger. Without realizing it he flexed his now muscular arms. The tattoo of a snake wiggled in the sunlight. Squirming like it wanted to break free of his body. He laughed harshly as he heard his petite mother scream at his father.

"You're never home! Your son is slowly becoming a delinquent! You're nothing but a bastard! I should have never married you! You're filthy-"

"Silence woman! Silenco! Now it is my turn to talk! I have important business to tend to. As for my son he will grow up to be just like me! Now for yelling at me you must be punished."

Draco twitched violently as he heard things being thrown. His father must have taken the silencing charm off because his mother's terrified yells filled the empty mansion.

"You know what to do!"

A lone tear trickled down Draco's cheek as he listened to his mother being raped. He roughly wiped a tear away from his gray eyes disgusted with himself. Not being able to stand it any longer Draco descended the stairs and walked into the drawing room. Draco retched as he saw his mother's bleeding body underneath his father's muscular one. Draco was disgusted at the sight of his father's face. It was the same position Panst was in the day before. Only Draco had not forced her to. She forced him to let her!

Draco quickly shut the door and went outside. He walked through the garden and climbed his tree. He sat there all day crying. He hated his father. Shit, he hated himself for being part of his father.

At sunset he descended the tree. Dreading his return to that house. Hating his mother for pretending everything was okay for his benefit.