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The sun came up slowly behind the clouds. Dim light shined upon Hermione's face and her eyelids fluttered open. At first, her body felt very numb, but most of all was her arms; it felt like they weren't even there.
She stared down at her arm.
Blood stains still remained, dried on her arm. Her cuts were now ugly scabs. No longer as beautiful as they were last night. She lifted her covers up and stepped on to the ground, not fully awake yet. As she flicked her light in the bathroom, she immediately got a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Just as pale and lifeless as she looked last night; dark circles outlined her brown eyes and her cheeks were sunken in.
She looked down at the cuts again.
She put her hand on one, one of the biggest ones, and she ran her hand on it. It felt so nice to know that has released things she had inside for so long and feeling she had hidden deep that they could finally get out and disappear in the thin air. On the countertop next to the faucet was a bottle of concealer.
She reached for it, twisted the cap and poured it on her arms, then she rubbed it in. Almost instantly, all her slices and cuts because invisible and no more noticeable. She had bought it at "A Lovely Witch" In Hogsmeade, It promised to hide every blemish and imperfection, which was exactly was Hermione was, a blemish, an imperfection. No longer as perfect as everyone thought she was.
Then, she saw him.
His reflection in the mirror. So shocked, she dropped the bottle of concealer and it smashed on the floor, going everywhere. She turned around instantly, facing him. His face, not like the one she had seen last night. His face was kinder and softer but his eyes, she always remembered his eyes and how they stared and burned when they glanced upon her.
"What are you doing up so early?"
He asked. Even his tone was different. It's like the night changed him, in to a seductive, forceful man. She couldn't look at him anymore, she turned away quickly. Tears stared to swell in her eyes but she fought hard to keep them there.
"I had to use the bathroom."
She lied. She looked at his reflection in the mirror but he wasn't looking at her face, he was looking at her body. He stepped closer to her and put his hands on her hips again.
"Well, I made breakfast so if you're hungry..."
He whispered in her ear, massaging her waist. She cringed again. Then, he finally let go and left. She let out her breath and sunk to the floor. She couldn't even stand him anymore. She couldn't be near him, she couldn't hug him, it was hard to even talk to him, knowing that that night, he would come into her room and do it to her again. She held her arms close to her like her safety blanket and closed her eyes, letting the tears run down her cheeks. She couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts, where she was safe, where she was Hermione, the perfect.
#
The day had finally come. The day to go back to Hogwarts, once again, and be freed, only for a short while though. She packed all her last minute things in a small bag and threw it in her trunk. Then, soundlessly, her father creeped in. He sat on her bed, watching her.
"You know, I'm really gonna miss you."
His voice broke her concentration. So, cluelessly, she just asked,
"Oh, well, why is that."
"You know why that is."
He ran his hand up her leg. She moved quickly away, packing her cauldron in her trunk, slowly, so she wouldn't have to go back to him. She looked around her room, making sure she didn't forget anything, and closed her trunk.
"Here, I'll get that for you."
As she held the trunk by the handle, he put his hand on hers. She quickly pulled her hand away.
"Don't worry Hermione, it's only me."
Yeah, it's only him. The man that claimed to be her father and swore to protect her was not doing any of that whatsoever. If he was a father, he wouldn't hurt this daughter so bad, would he? Sometimes, she often thought why he did it to her, like, what MADE him do this? What's his reason?
Crappy ending, I know, but I'm in a hurry. Review!
The sun came up slowly behind the clouds. Dim light shined upon Hermione's face and her eyelids fluttered open. At first, her body felt very numb, but most of all was her arms; it felt like they weren't even there.
She stared down at her arm.
Blood stains still remained, dried on her arm. Her cuts were now ugly scabs. No longer as beautiful as they were last night. She lifted her covers up and stepped on to the ground, not fully awake yet. As she flicked her light in the bathroom, she immediately got a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Just as pale and lifeless as she looked last night; dark circles outlined her brown eyes and her cheeks were sunken in.
She looked down at the cuts again.
She put her hand on one, one of the biggest ones, and she ran her hand on it. It felt so nice to know that has released things she had inside for so long and feeling she had hidden deep that they could finally get out and disappear in the thin air. On the countertop next to the faucet was a bottle of concealer.
She reached for it, twisted the cap and poured it on her arms, then she rubbed it in. Almost instantly, all her slices and cuts because invisible and no more noticeable. She had bought it at "A Lovely Witch" In Hogsmeade, It promised to hide every blemish and imperfection, which was exactly was Hermione was, a blemish, an imperfection. No longer as perfect as everyone thought she was.
Then, she saw him.
His reflection in the mirror. So shocked, she dropped the bottle of concealer and it smashed on the floor, going everywhere. She turned around instantly, facing him. His face, not like the one she had seen last night. His face was kinder and softer but his eyes, she always remembered his eyes and how they stared and burned when they glanced upon her.
"What are you doing up so early?"
He asked. Even his tone was different. It's like the night changed him, in to a seductive, forceful man. She couldn't look at him anymore, she turned away quickly. Tears stared to swell in her eyes but she fought hard to keep them there.
"I had to use the bathroom."
She lied. She looked at his reflection in the mirror but he wasn't looking at her face, he was looking at her body. He stepped closer to her and put his hands on her hips again.
"Well, I made breakfast so if you're hungry..."
He whispered in her ear, massaging her waist. She cringed again. Then, he finally let go and left. She let out her breath and sunk to the floor. She couldn't even stand him anymore. She couldn't be near him, she couldn't hug him, it was hard to even talk to him, knowing that that night, he would come into her room and do it to her again. She held her arms close to her like her safety blanket and closed her eyes, letting the tears run down her cheeks. She couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts, where she was safe, where she was Hermione, the perfect.
#
The day had finally come. The day to go back to Hogwarts, once again, and be freed, only for a short while though. She packed all her last minute things in a small bag and threw it in her trunk. Then, soundlessly, her father creeped in. He sat on her bed, watching her.
"You know, I'm really gonna miss you."
His voice broke her concentration. So, cluelessly, she just asked,
"Oh, well, why is that."
"You know why that is."
He ran his hand up her leg. She moved quickly away, packing her cauldron in her trunk, slowly, so she wouldn't have to go back to him. She looked around her room, making sure she didn't forget anything, and closed her trunk.
"Here, I'll get that for you."
As she held the trunk by the handle, he put his hand on hers. She quickly pulled her hand away.
"Don't worry Hermione, it's only me."
Yeah, it's only him. The man that claimed to be her father and swore to protect her was not doing any of that whatsoever. If he was a father, he wouldn't hurt this daughter so bad, would he? Sometimes, she often thought why he did it to her, like, what MADE him do this? What's his reason?
Crappy ending, I know, but I'm in a hurry. Review!