Chapter 5

She looked up at him, pain in her eyes. She was afraid, scared. Hell she was scared to death. The cold bricks behind her made it all too real. She would usually just black out during these kinds of things, but today it seemed as if it would never come. He was coming faster towards her. His hands clenched tight wanting to hit her.

"Why Hermione? Why didn't you want to come to see your own father for Christmas? What happened to the holiday cheer?" He said coming right in front of her. He punched her in the face not waiting for an answer. Hermione whimpered her head turned to the side. She wanted to scream but doing that would cost her.

"Hmm… I'm waiting Hermione. You going to give me an answer or do I have to do this the hard way?" He asked. Hermione just wanted for it to be over. Harry and Ron weren't here, which was of course just splendid.

He struck her again forcing her to the ground. Anger was overwhelming her. She felt like she could explode. Never had she thought to strike her father. But now it was different. She wasn't going to let him finish in one piece…

Draco was walking down the corridor at the time. Finally done talking to his idiot friends. He didn't really appreciate them all that much. But none the less they we friends to him. He was getting ready to head to his common room.

Hermione detested her father. And now she would give him an answer. A damn good one at that.

"I say Hermione are you going to give me an answer?" He kicked her in the side waiting again for that answer he would soon get. Blood was running from Hermione's nose as she got up. Facing him she stood ready to spit fire into her words.

"I'll tell you one thing first. GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF OF ME! And as for not going to see you this Christmas, I think you can guess why I didn't come. Now I'll ask you politely to step aside and let me get by." Hermione was mad now and she had no time to ask again for him to move.

"I will never step aside for an ungrateful daughter such as you!"

"Then stand in the way. I have no time to wait for you. I'll give you a heads up father. I never loved you and never will. In other words I hate you all too much to even care what you think about me or if I come to see you." He placed an arm in front of her as too block her from leaving. She ducked running away from the small dead end corridor. But something happened to her quick plan. He grabbed her arm forcefully; pulling so hard it felt as if her arm came out of the socket. He turned and threw her against the brick wall. After that was when she finally did black out.

A loud boom rang throughout the corridor and all around it as Hermione's body fell to the floor. He fled after that. Making sure to get away before the approaching blond haired boy saw the site.

Draco found Hermione eventually that night. He had carried her body to the hospital ward that night. Not even thinking of her blood or who she was. He just did it with out a thought like he did with so many things. He could have never imagined Hermione's body leaning against the wall as it had; so lifeless. It was as she was never really there as he carried her. He felt as if she was dead, but he knew that the blow to her head had caused her to fall unconscious. He had placed his hands where she was bleeding on her forehead; hoping to stop it from flowing. He turned the corner heading to the Hospital Ward. Madam Pomfrey told him to place her body on one of the empty beds, walking off saying she would be there in a minute.

It had seemed all like a dream to him. The noise from her hitting the brick wall made him shiver. He felt guilty for not been their sooner. He wouldn't have thought something like that would have happened. Why would anyone else want to hurt her? Hermione was his problem. He was the only one who could talk back to her factual statements.

He took a seat beside the bed Hermione laid on. So lifeless…it scared him. At times at which he had sat there he really did think that she was dead. Madam Pomfrey had come back carrying bandages and such looking at Hermione's head and bruises found on her stomach. She had asked Draco many times what had happened. He never replied. She even thought of looking at his head for a minute to make sure there was at least someone inside that head of his.

"Mr. Malfoy are you all right you haven't been responding to my questions?" Madam Pomfrey asked looking at the boy slumped in the chair facing the floor. He was lost in his thoughts. She decided to shake him a bit to just to check.

"Why are you doing that!?"

"Why Mr.Malfoy you have returned to reality. Now I asked you a question. What happened to Mrs. Granger over here? You haven't said a word since you came in and I was afraid you might have gone into shock or something." She replied.

"I'm fine can't you see? And as for Hermione I found her that way. Its not as if I could ask her a question of what happened. If you're considering holding me as a suspect or thinking that I might have done it, I wouldn't think about it too hard. I would never do such a thing." Draco furious at her for thinking he could have known what had happened. He was probably the only one who would have heard the noise of what had happened.

"Well Mr.Malfoy I would ask you not to talk to me like that. You may leave if you will." She said walking off after making sure Hermione had received the care she needed.

He never saw the face of her attacker. But he wished more than anything that he could have and that he would make sure it would never happen again…

A/N: Hope you guys liked this chap anyways sorry bout it beening short ive been busy now with school and havent had the chance to write as much as i wanted too. Happy Holidays!