This is rated R for violence, blood, language, and sexuality.

I haven't thought of a title yet, but I hope you could help me out with that.

I know I said I want to work on my other story, but this came to me one day, so I felt obligated to start writing. As my friend Ember's says, 'If you ignore your muse she might not come back' so I hope you like it.

I wanted to thank Glowing Embers, especially for the inspiration for this story.

Ch1: Christmas Surprise

Hermione is dead. This is a fact that I must deal with, no matter how hard it is to grasp. My love for her will never cease, but it will continue, even in spirit. I feel that the only way to apologize for what I have done is to tell our story, her story. This is a story of utmost love, hate, and revenge…

"No, no, I'll see you guys later," waved Hermione, as she walked towards the Library.

" I need to do some studying," she called, ignoring the moans from Harry and Ron.

She walked into the empty Library with a grin. Finally, she mused, some peace and quiet. She looked to the side and was surprised to see the Librarian not there. She sat down and began to get her book out, when she heard a familiar 'uhum'. She looked up to see Ron and Harry standing over her.

"I thought I said that I would meet up with you two later," she said, looking some-what annoyed.

"Hermione!" Ron protested,

"It's winter vacation! You don't seriously think we are going to let you study now!"

"Yeah," Harry chimed in agreement,

"C'mon, you can study later. This is one of the only times where all of us are staying behind for Christmas!"

"We have all vacation to spend time together. I just want some time to read!" she yelled, sounding more pissed off by the minute.

"God! What's up with you?" asked Ron, looking really confused.

"I'm-I'm sorry, I'm just so tired of being around people all the time, I guess I just need some peace and quiet," she shrugged.

"Or is it that you need to get over Krum?" Harry asked.

She looked up to see if he was joking, but seeing that he wasn't, she wondered how he could possibly read her mind.

"Well… Yeah, I mean we met two years ago, but… I thought it would last a little longer… I guess it just ended before I was ready." she explained.

"Okay, okay, we'll go then," Ron said as he and Harry left the library.

She had barely begun her book when she heard two voices coming from the front of the library.

"So you don't want to come home, do you?" said a man with a malicious voice.

"P-please dad," said the other voice,

"I just wanted to s-t-tudy a bit so I c-could get good grades on some tests, you know." he stuttered.

"Bull shit, Draco! You sad-ass liar!" his father yelled. And with that there was a loud crack and Hermione heard a scream, and a thud. Then the same voice came again.

"Do you want to tell me the truth, this time, or do I have to beat it out of you?!" he yelled.

"I told you Lucius!" Draco yelled.

"It's Dad you sorry excuse for a son!" Lucius yelled and Hermione heard another crack, but this time there was no scream.

"Get up!" Lucius commanded.

"Get up!"

"Fuck you!" Draco said, in a voice, just above a whisper.

"What did you say?!" Lucius questioned.

"You heard me!" Draco answered.

All Hermione heard next was a series of loud cracks and one loud thud. Next she heard footsteps coming her way. She finally snapped back to reality with just enough time to hide her and her bag behind a row of books. She watched Lucius Malfoy walk across and out of the library before her brain started to even function. She finally realized what she had witnessed: A father beating his son. A minute later she had finally gotten over her shock to realize that Draco was still on the floor and he hadn't made a sound.

Slowly she walked over to where he was laying and gasped in horror. For there was blood everywhere! She stared at Draco, waiting for him to move, but he didn't. So, slowly she knelt down beside him and called,

"Draco, Draco are you okay?" ever so quietly. When he did not stir her face grew white. Was he dead? Or was he just knocked out? Thoughts of getting help floated through her mind, but she quickly dismissed them. I would just have to explain the whole entire thing to them. And even if she said that she just found him, that would let the bastard Lucius get away. And why should I let him escape, she asked herself, as she had never been a fan of child abusers.

She looked at him again and suddenly noticed how bad he looked. Remembering the huge pillow in the library, and a simple summoning charm, she stood up. With a quick flick of her wrist, the pillow was in her arms as she positioned it under Draco. Standing again, she knew that she would have to practically sit on him to be able to examine the bruises. So with a sigh, she knelt down over him. Soon she realized that his school robe had been ripped down the neck, leaving a trail of bruises that reached his stomach.

She traced these bruises with the tip of her unsteady finger up to his neck line. At the touch of the huge bruise on his neck she felt a small. But apparent twitch. So, he wasn't dead. It was then that she saw the bruise on his bright red nose. By the looks of it, he had been hit there, several times. It was as she grazed her finger over it, that it began to bleed. Cursing herself, she used his robe to wipe it up. It was then that Draco awoke.

"Wha-Granger, what the hell are you doing?" he yelled.

"Well I-I…" she stammered, then she saw her wand on the ground next to her.

"Sit back, and shut up!" she commanded. It was the tone of her voice that got Draco to do what he was told.

Quickly she flicked her wrist and all the blood was gone. One by one she made all the bruises disappear. He just laid there, wondering why she would help him if she had hated him all these years. When she had finished she rocked back on her heals to get up, but he stopped her with his arm.

"Why the hell did you help me?" he asked as he looked at her. I was if all of a sudden, out of no where, they both realized, too late, how close they actually were. He could feel her unsteady breath on the back of his hand that rested lightly, but forcefully on her wrist. They were close, almost too close.

As if she had read his thoughts, she thrust back, but he only tightened his grip and pulled her closer. Not too close, but close enough. Strange, he thought, why didn't I let her go… His eyes widened as he suddenly he realized that he wanted her this close, he wanted to touch her. He wanted her… Shit! I can't think about this now! Not now, and not ever!

Pulling himself back to reality, he looked at her and asked,

"Well…"

"Oh!" she cried as she was pulled from a daze of her own.

"Well, I kinda saw what happened and I just saw you there and-"

"You felt bad for me!" finished Draco.

"Was that it? You felt fucking bad for me?!"

"No!" she countered as she struggled to loosen his grip. It took all his strength, but he let her go, and she stood up.

"No, that was not it! I wanted to kill that son- of -a -bitch for hurting you or anyone else for that matter! I just hate child abuse! I think it's wrong and- Anyways, what was I supposed to do? Leave you there!" she finished.

"No… I guess you're right. But it doesn't matter, what you saw was my fault, anyways," he said, calming down.

"Your fault! Your fucking fault! You're telling me that I'm supposed to believe that your father beating the shit out of you is your own fault!" she cried.

"He was drunk." Draco explained.

"What?"

"Every year he comes to school to take me home," he continued, not really knowing why he was telling her this,

"And I've never wanted to go. This was the first year that I stood up to him. I knew it was a bad idea as soon as he got here, because I could smell the liquor on his breath. I still don't know why I did it anyways, though. I should have known better, especially sense he was drunk-"

"You mean, he's hit you before?" she cut him off,

"And you just let it happen?!"

"Yes I did!" he tried to explain,

"You see, my mother and I know not to fight him whiles he's drunk. You see, if he doesn't get his way, he'll force it."

"Well, why do you let him get away with it? I f you told someone-"

"It would be all over the news papers," he paused,

"Haven't you ever gone through something painful and not wanted it to be known everywhere?"

She immediately thought back to Krum. That bastard, she thought, leaving me for some bimbo- cheer leader…

She snapped back to reality and she realized that he was looking at her, apparently confused. So she nodded in agreement.

"Well, then that is how my mother and I feel. We just don't want everyone to know, that's all," he told and yelled in pain as he tried to sit up.

"My healing skills are limited to looks only. I can't heal the actual wounds," she explained, suddenly wishing she could,

"But if you want to go to Madame Pomfrey… Well I suppose you don't. So let me help you to your room."

"But Gryfindors are never allowed to go into Slytherine's common room, no exceptions!" he mocked.

"Well, make one!" she said as she helped him to his room.

Luckily all the Slytherines are gone, Draco mused. For he didn't know what they would do if they saw him being escorted by a mud blood Grifindor.

When he finally got into bed, she pulled a vile out of her bag.

"Drink this. No, it's not poison," she said as she saw his expression,

"It's a sleeping draft."

"What do you carry it around with you for?" he asked, looking confused.

"I-I stole it from our last potions class, ok? I thought it might come in handy." she explained, her cheeks getting red.

"Hermione…"

"Yes Draco," how funny, she thought, that he could make her stomach uneasy, just by using her first name.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome," she answered, with a sigh of relief.

"Just because you helped me, doesn't mean you'll get any kind of special treatment, you know. Things are still the same between us," he explained.

"Malfoy, I wouldn't want it any other way," she retorted as she turned and walked out of the room.