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Summary (I'm trying new things so be it): Everyone has their dark little secrets, ones they never want anyone to know. She's used by her friends, and is extremely hard on herself, and there's the small fact that her boyfriend abuses her. He wants to die; his father doesn't care about anything except having his son alive and to possibly be the Dark Lords heir.
Rating: R (a bit of blood is alright but that's not what I intend. There will be lots blood and abuse, there may be fluff but that will happen later most likely. . . I'm not sure )
This is a new idea and I don't actually have a preference as to who Hermione is with, I go with whatever sounds good at the moment, however I'm fond of Hermione/Slytherin parings, but I'm not going into that at the moment that's info you don't need! So here is the story. Oh if possible and if any one pays attention to read this if someone is interested in beta reading that would be wonderful.
Little Dark Secrets
Chapter one:
The Beginning
Hermione got up out of her bed and yawned, before walking over to her window to welcome in the new day. It was her seventh and final year at Hogwarts, and then she would be off to further her education. She walked into her bathroom and looked at her reflection, frowning. "Damn him, damn him, damn the bloody bastard!" she repeated the mantra that she did every time she looked into the mirror, her voice was sharp, she didn't raise it, knowing her parents would run in her room trying to find out what had gone wrong.
She had ended things with Krum because of his abusive ways, and they had seen other people, she had seen Neville, among others; she still didn't understand why people thought he was stupid, he was just really nervous and shy, Snape had never helped him overcome it and she was still trying to help him overcome that problem, even if the progress was snail paced. She had run into Krum in Diagon alley and they had talked for sometime; in the end they had gotten back together, and she believed his promise of never hurting her again. She needed to get away from him and end things once and for all, but she knew he would hurt her again, and well she wasn't ready to go through all that much pain.
She walked into her bathroom and sighed, upon reaching into her uppermost cabinet she pulled a razor out and smiled, she sat on her floor and cut. The first cut held a slight sting but soon she felt herself go off into her world, she never felt anything only saw the razor on her skin and the bloody aftermath of a sharp object tugging and tearing her skin. When she finished she pulled her wand out and cleaned the blood up, leaving enough to let her blood clot and scab. She stood up and started to get ready as if nothing had happened.
She washed her face and went back into her room to get dressed; she put on a long peasant sleeve top on and checked her wrist to make sure no one could see it; she had cut herself multiple times after she realized he was lying to her, then she checked her trunk again, and dragged it down the stairs and to the front room; where her father took it and put it in the back of the car. "Are you ready to go honey? Oh what happened?" Mrs. Granger asked, seeing the bruise on her face.
"Yah mum; I'm fine don't worry." Hermione replied, quickly looking away.
"Good because if you weren't and it had something to do with that Kram chap I'd give him a piece of my mind." she told her daughter.
"It's Krum mum and his name's Victor." Hermione replied.
"Sorry honey, so are we ready to go?"
"Yes." they piled into the car and off they went. In the station Hermione realized that she was half an hour early, as usual. 'Good I have reading time.' she thought. She looked at her parents and smiled at them.
"Bye Mum, Dad I'll see you later, don't worry I'll keep out of trouble and I love you." she said, before going to platform 9 3/4. When she was on the train she put her trunk away and sat in a compartment, she knew Harry and Ron wouldn't come for at least twenty more minutes she took a book out of her bag and started to read. Then she heard it the voice of the person she wanted to see the least.
"Hello mudblood you decided to come back to disgrace us again didn't you?" it was more statement than question.
Draco woke up to the pouncing of his mother's new pet; a Labrador. He didn't know why she liked the things but she loved dogs. He found it amusing that a woman who could seem so cruel and was so cruel had a soft spot for dogs. "Black, out!" he yelled. The dog left, leaving him alone, or so he thought. He looked around and got up, walking over to his balcony he threw open the doors and welcomed the morning breeze. He leaned on the wall and looked out over the property, he knew he wouldn't be gone long, there would be a dark revel to go to and his father was intent on having the Dark Lord have the next generation of Malfoys as well. "Mr. Draco sir, I's was sent to tells you that your father is wanting you ins the dining room sir." the house elf told him.
"Thank you Crinkle, tell them I'll be there in fifteen minutes." he told the elf. It nodded and left. Draco went into his room and put his bathrobe before walking the distance to the dining room. He was soon there. He looked in as was surprised to find Snape there.
"You wanted something Father?" he asked.
"Draco Mi'boy, yes I did; as you know you'll be graduating from school this year as well as joining the ranks of our Dark Lord, I will need to have you taught how to deal with being a servant of the Master's, and to do that I have enlisted the aid of your potions master; Professor Snape to instruct you, he will be sending me reports so do me proud." Draco nodded and though carefully about his next words.
"Father I thank you for the care you took and would like to thank Professor Snape as well, however I believe that I do not wish to join Voldemort's ranks." he said.
"Unsufferable boy, you don't know what you want; I do, and you'll do as I say as long as you're my son, and living under this roof!" Lucius said.
"Lucius, the Lord won't stand for his stubborn nature, or maybe he will, no one knows." Snape told him. "However if he acts this way before him you may no longer have a son."
"Snape speaks the truth boy, you will join the Dark Lord and you will do what I have made able to you. You could become His heir boy. He's unable to father a child and he knows he could ask of me anything so you will you boy. Now go I don't want to see you until you've come to your senses. Severus will take you to the station with him in an hour, then he will be going to Hogwarts. I expect you to do as he says boy." Lucius said before walking up to his son and hitting him to the floor. "There will be worse if I find you have disobeyed me." he walked over to his chair and sat again.
Draco got up and left for his room. His things already packed; having packed several months ago. He went into his bathroom where he reached for his razor; something his father had given him when he learned his son needed one he'd gotten the sharpest and best one money could buy. However Draco had fooled his father he had the razor for other reasons.
He went and sat on the floor in the bathroom, leaning up against the cupboards below the sink. *Heh if Pothead and Weasel knew this they'd have a field day. The Head Boy was a blade runner.* he thought. Then he took the razor and started to cut into his lower arm. Soon the blood ran and he felt slightly dizzy. He reached for his wand and cleaned the blood up and the cuts as well making sure that there would be no scar on his skin. He got up and after taking his shower and dressing he walked to the library knowing Snape liked to go there and look at his families book collection.
"Professor I'm ready." Draco said.
"Then we'll leave grab your trunk I'm not coming back for the damn thing it's not my responsibility." he told Draco before walking to the entrance of the mansion. Draco put a levitation and weightless charm on his trunk before following his head of house.
They were at the platform in moments and when Draco turned Snape was gone. He dragged his trunk to the drop off and went inside the train to wonder the halls in hopes of finding the back compartment empty. He found no such luck.
"Hello mudblood you decided to come back to disgrace us again didn't you?" he asked. Watching her flinch at her nickname.
"Sod off Mal-Ferret." Hermione growled.
"Oh why it's so much fun to stay here and be cruel. Besides why don't you leave?" Hermione glared at him.
"May I ask you a question?"
"Certainly."
"What the fuck did I do to you to be treated so cruelly?"
"Be a muggle born, out do me in all our classes everything, oh and did I forget hmm what was it? Oh you're a Gryffindor and your friends with Pothead and Weasel. Besides any change would arise suspicions. I don't need anyone pointing fingers at me and having my father finding out."
"Oh very nice, you certainly do what others want you do hummm quite the people pleaser now aren't we?" Hermione said.
"Oohh quite snappy now aren't we? What happened? Hnn did pothead finally realize that your not his type or were you bad in bed?"
"And what makes you think it's Harry? Here's something for you to remember Malfoy a quote to call your own. 'It's best to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid; than to open it and remove all doubt.' now but off like a good little fly." Hermione stood up to put her book away when her sleeve fell back showing hundreds of long and short scars and several fresh cuts. He walked over and grabbed her arm, not caring if anyone walked by and saw them.
"What did you do?" he asked knowing the answer. Hermione jerked her arm back.
"Why do you fuckin' care? Want to use it against me? Tell the whole school that Mudblood Granger is a blade runner? Well you know what? I don't care there's nothing you can do!" Hermione sat, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"Listen, this may come to you as a surprise but oh well, I don't hate you Hermione, it's an act so Lucius won't think that I like muggle-borns, that I'm completely fine with them." Hermione looked at him, Draco felt something in his heart give and didn't know what happened and ignored the foreign feeling.
"Why would you care if I was?"
"Because, it's stupid to do that shit, you could kill yourself."
"How do you even know what a blade runner is?" she asked.
"I do the same." he responded refusing to look into her eyes. He didn't know how or why but he felt like he could tell her anything. He didn't like the feeling however, they'd been enemies since first year and now suddenly he felt he could tell her anything.
"What's your reason if you don't mind my asking."
"I don't want to think about that at the moment. So I'll tell you later."
"Alright, oh Harry and Ron are on their way so unless you want to get into a fight then you might want to leave. Besides we can talk in my rooms, I'm Head Girl this year."
"Well then Ms. Head, I'll see you at the heads meeting then shant I?"
"Your Head Boy?"
"Yep, well here are your two friends later." Draco stood and left. Moments later Harry and Ron entered.
"Hey guys. How was your summer?" Hermione asked.
"Good." Ron told her.
"Stressful" Harry confessed.
"What happened?" Hermione asked, patting the seat next to her for him to sit.
"Well, the whole final battle plans are being finalized and then we're off to have our final battle."
"You know you have my best wished, if that helps I'll do what I can to help Harry you know that." Hermione smiled.
~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's ~~~~~~~~~~ Ramble
Hello people!! This was a story I came up with a while ago, I re-discovered it just like a couple of days ago so yah... I hope you all like it. I'm not sure. Yeah!! I might start on my second chappy! I know this one isn't that long but I'm trying, the next should be longer.It's not even midnight. Yeah yah yah! Sorry I'm not getting much sleep so I'm kinda crazy HA! Well yah I hope you liked it and please READ AND REVIEW!! Thankies!
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